I traveled through time without patched pants, I was the richest man in the Republic of China

As Lu Pingsheng listened to Wei Miao's story, his brows were furrowed into knots.

"You are too bold." He sighed.

Wei Miao's eyes lit up and he was relieved. "Brother Lu, we have calculated that the Japanese are not able to absorb enough of it, so it will not affect our countrymen."

In his previous life, Lupin had been to Northeast China and visited the horrific scenes. Naturally, he had also seen the appearance of Ishii's bacterial bomb as described by Wei Miao.

He knew all the data about the Japanese's later field drops of bacterial bombs and plague-infected rats.

In July three years later, the notorious 'Digital Water Supply Force' organized the first expedition to Jiangnan.

They carefully prepared more than 70 kilograms of typhoid bacteria and more than 50 kilograms of cholera bacteria; as well as more than ten kilograms of red fleas infected with plague bacteria that were specially cultivated in the laboratory.

They put these bacteria into containers and dropped them into residential areas and water sources, causing residents in Ningbo Prefecture south of Shanghai to suffer from infectious diseases, the worst of which was the plague.

Lu Pingsheng knew that the Okamoto Juku and Ohara-kun mentioned by A Miao should be the so-called expedition team that came to lead the charge.

This secret poisoning three years later lasted for more than four months. They even scattered wheat seeds, chestnuts and other food in the county during the winter plowing season.

More than a month later, plague broke out in the county, killing 22 people.

In the same month, wheat, cotton and other things were dropped over Ningbo Prefecture. Seven days later, a plague patient was found. Later, 99 plague patients were found one after another. Except for two who survived, the rest all died.

At the end of the month, they flew into Jinhua County in a special plane, spreading white smoke and plague bacteria that dissolved in water. Soon after, plague broke out in several counties in the south of the Yangtze River.

一县传染人数分别为94人，死亡92人；二县鼠疫传染308人，死亡257人；三县染36人，死亡12人。

Finally, according to incomplete statistics, in just five years, more than 6 people died in this bloodbath without the smoke of gunpowder, and the number of victims reached hundreds of thousands. . . (Note 1)

This action not only resulted in the destruction of families and the loss of nine out of ten houses, but also caused the common people in the Jiangnan region to suffer from various hereditary skin diseases in later generations. . .

"Brother Lu, I have really done a rigorous analysis. The damage caused by the bacterial bomb is enough for them to digest internally." Wei Miao emphasized with a guilty conscience when he saw that Lu Pingsheng's expression was unprecedentedly solemn.

Although she did not have special research on bacteria, she also had to understand it clearly when she studied drugs, otherwise how could she kill bacteria?

According to the data recorded in Okamoto Roku's diary and the Japanese's understanding of bacteria, they must have been able to control it quickly.

Lu Pingsheng seemed to be unable to see her guilty conscience, "You are taking too much risk this time."

Wei Miao saw that his expression had eased, and he chuckled, "Brother Lu, do you think the French will settle accounts with the Japanese?"

Lu Pingsheng thought of France's performance during World War II and sneered, "They will definitely look for it, but it's probably just a lot of noise with little results."

Wei Miao was not disappointed either. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Little Wu said that although the foreigners in Europe and the United States look down on the Chinese, deep down they also look down on the ruthless style of the Japanese.

"Nong A'ma called here, luckily it was Feng Zhenzhen who answered the phone and fooled her. If it was Lao Yang, Nong A'ma would have definitely come to kill me."

Things were set in stone, and neither of them could change the status quo, so they started talking about other things.

Wei Miao rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Brother Lu, I see that you trust Miss Feng quite a bit."

Lu Pingsheng knew what she was thinking and said unhappily, "Don't worry, although she is interested in the vault, she has other requirements."

Wei Miao curled her lips. She didn't believe that there was anyone who would not be interested in a room full of gold.

Lu Pingsheng laughed in his heart at the little brat who was obsessed with money. Some people don’t regard money as dirt, but they have more important things to do.

For example, a blood feud.

For others, the enemy may be just one person, but Feng Zhenzhen’s enemies are scattered all over the place.

Those people were actually archaeological experts, historians, and crappy wandering poets sent to various parts of the country by the Japanese in the name of "Cultural Research Institute."

Each of them has a mission. Some are responsible for recording the population of each place, some are responsible for mapping the local topography, and some are responsible for studying the local culture and customs.

The authorities not only cannot stop and arrest such intellectuals, but also need to protect their personal safety. If something happens, the best outcome is that they will have to pay compensation and apologize, and the worst outcome is a war. This is really weak and shameful.

No wonder the foreigners look down on such a regime.

"So Sister Feng saved a group of young archaeological experts, but not only did those experts not thank her, they also burned down the village. Her master was burned to death in order to save her?"

When Wei Miao heard Lu Pingsheng's story, he once again sighed in his heart that there were so many bad people among the Japanese.

Looking at her innocent expression, Lu Pingsheng did not tell the little brat that after Feng Zhenzhen escaped, she did not escape the clutches of the devil, but was abused by more than a dozen people for several months.

In order to get revenge, she pretended to be nice to this gang and memorized everyone's appearance. Later, she found out that she was pregnant and looked for an opportunity to kill one of them and escape. . .

Feng Zhenzhen didn't tell him the specific situation, but from the thirteen portraits she gave him, he knew that this was a woman who lived only for revenge.

Her so-called going home to practice Taoism was nothing more than going home to visit the graves of the seventy-three people in the village.

"Brother Lu, this time I was so tired that I vomited blood and was in a coma for three days and three nights..."

Wei Miao was halfway through his speech when he suddenly stopped talking and realized that he had been negligent.

She must have come to see Brother Lu in a disheveled and pale look.

As expected, Lu Pingsheng looked at her ruddy face with a half-smile and a guilty look, "Are you sure?"

Wei Miao raised his eyes and saw Ali squatting at the stairs. He quickly said, "Ali, can you testify for me?"

Halfway through his speech, he seemed to have thought of something and immediately gained confidence, "Next time you go to the safe house by the Suzhou River, you will see the bloody sheets and quilts, staining a large area red."

Lu Pingsheng heard her confident tone and believed most of it. Thinking of the scene when the little boy saved Xu Ayu, a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes.

No matter how capable the little brat is, he will suffer backlash if he does something beyond the power of this world.

Wei Miao was sensitive to Lu Pingsheng's distress and immediately made a request: "Brother Lu, I heard that your organization rewards people based on merit. Tell me honestly, how much gold is Ala Li's contribution worth?"

Lu Pingsheng thought of Wei Miao's behavior in Yiyuan Hotel, which successfully aroused the vigilance of Western countries against the Japanese, but this alone was a great achievement.

"What do you want?"

Wei Miao snapped his fingers and said, "Ala is now injured internally and is too weak to take care of himself. He needs to swallow three boxes of gold ingots to replenish his body."

Although Lu Pingsheng felt distressed, he looked at Wei Miao with longing and expectation, and waved his hand in a generous manner:

"Go quickly, one minute later, Allah will regret it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the little devil disappeared from the underground secret room. Only a cat's tail that was about to disappear was seen at the entrance of the secret room.

Lu Pingsheng: ...

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Note 1: It is difficult to describe in words. I suddenly stopped writing halfway through. You can look up the information yourself when you have time. . .