He remembered that his great-grandfather was browsing the internet in an internet cafe when he was looking at information about Japan's nuclear wastewater discharge.
!!
More importantly, it seems he also investigated intercontinental ballistic missiles!
What does this mean? It can't just be that they want to understand the military power of later generations, right?
His great-grandfather can travel through time at will, so it's not unreasonable for him to bring back some local specialties, right?
Thinking of this, Ding Qiangguo became excited. He rubbed his hands together, pulled out a box from under the bed, and took out a pure black laptop.
That evening, major Japanese news television stations were suddenly hacked and their screens went black. Just as the Japanese viewers were completely bewildered, a line of bright red Chinese characters appeared on the screen:
Everything you are doing today is the beginning of your destruction.
"Intimidation!" This is blatant intimidation from China against Japan! The next day, Japanese officials issued a statement strongly condemning the Chinese government, believing that they had launched the hacker attack with the aim of causing panic among the Japanese people.
The Chinese Foreign Ministry responded quickly, first expressing sympathy and warm greetings, and then issuing a firm denial, using the most official language possible.
But the onlookers below were having a blast, and they started practicing Yin-Yang Bagua boxing, making it a nationwide pastime.
Of course, Chen Ke was unaware of what happened next, but just as Ding Qiangguo had expected, he brought back a few "local specialties".
Another sound reached his ears—whispers. Chen Ke opened his eyes, enduring a severe headache. Before he could even realize where he was, he heard a loud "bang!" followed by a loud shout.
"Stand up, everyone! Hurry up! Line up and get moving!"
Chen Ke then realized that he seemed to be in a prison cell.
"What are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and line up!" A soldier in uniform impatiently urged a gaunt middle-aged man with his rifle butt. The man's face was pale, and he immediately showed pain after being hit by the rifle butt, but he didn't utter a sound and obediently lined up in the queue.
Seeing this, Chen Ke, being pragmatic, immediately got up and joined the line. The soldier was taken aback when he saw Chen Ke, and only after Chen Ke had followed the line out of the cell did he ask his companion with a puzzled look, "Hey, I remember there were eight underground party members arrested? How come there are nine now?"
His companions, however, didn't care at all. "Who can remember? Every day, at least seventy or eighty underground party members are arrested in our prison. Nobody can remember how many are in one cell."
"That's true. They're all going to be dragged out and shot anyway, so who cares how many there are?"
Chen Ke, with his sharp ears and keen eyesight, turned pale upon hearing this. He knew he might not be able to accurately return to the exact time and place where he had just disappeared, but the time and place he was given were far too unfriendly.
"I'm so sorry, Master..."
"I know you've done your best. It's already good enough that you're back. What time is it now? Where are you?"
"Shanghai, 1944."
...It's already almost the final year of the eight-year War of Resistance against Japan.
Those tragic events ultimately could not be prevented.
"Get in the car! Hurry up, what are you dawdling for!" The soldier's shouts rang out again from the front. Chen Ke suddenly came to his senses, looked around, and guessed that he was now in a prison of the Wang Jingwei regime.
In Shanghai in 1944, due to the strong counterattack of the Allied forces, the Japanese army suffered repeated defeats on the battlefield, which forced it to rely on the Wang Jingwei regime to help maintain order. As a result, the Wang Jingwei regime carried out a large-scale arrest of various patriotic people suspected of being underground party members. In its desperation, most of those arrested were executed without even being interrogated.
No wonder this group of people had empty, numb eyes and showed no sign of resistance; it seemed they already knew what awaited them.
As Chen Ke followed the group forward, his mind raced, trying to figure out a way to escape.
At this moment, a black sedan slowly drove up outside the prison and stopped at the prison gate. A middle-aged driver got out of the car, opened the door for the person in the back seat, and bowed to invite the person in the car to get out.
A delicate, beautiful leather shoe touched the ground, followed by a slender, fair hand landing in the driver's hand. With the driver's gentle assistance, a young and beautiful girl stepped out of the car with haughty elegance.
At this moment, the soldiers guarding the prison gate ran over in a panic, "Oh dear, Miss Zhou, what brings you here again? I've told you before, this filthy place is not suitable for you. Be careful not to get your shoes dirty."
"Hmph! If you know you're going to get my shoes dirty, why don't you lay out a red carpet?" Zhou Shuya raised her chin, looking like an arrogant and rude young lady.
"Oh dear, you're joking, aren't you? No prison lays out a red carpet." The soldier chuckled awkwardly, sweating profusely, genuinely worried that Miss Zhou might trip and fall here again, causing a huge commotion.
Two suspects managed to escape that time, but luckily they weren't very important, otherwise the entire prison would have been in deep trouble.
"Miss, let's go inside." The driver thoughtfully brought a parasol and held it over her head.
"Thank you, Uncle Li."
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