Chapter 43

The fat man squatted on the wall, looking back at the familiar courtyard and its every blade of grass and tree. His small eyes glistened, his vision somewhat blurred, a myriad of emotions surged within him, making him feel strange. "Damn, this isn't right. I've only been here for ten days, how can I have such deep feelings for this courtyard and its every blade of grass and tree? Not only did it make me look back as I was leaving, but it even made my tear glands secrete strongly. Is this still me?"

Perhaps, this would be the last time he would see his familiar surroundings.

"Fatso, what are you dawdling for?" Cai Diao Chan, who had already jumped outside, stood at the bottom of the wall, hands on her hips, and shouted angrily.

"Go to hell!" The fat man cursed in his heart, wiped the corner of his eye, then a trademark mischievous smile spread across his face as he turned to Cai Diao Chan and said with a grin, "Woman, catch me!"

With that, he jumped down with a whoosh.

Seeing the fat man's 200-pound body about to land on her, Cai Diao Chan was instantly terrified, her face losing its color as she quickly sidestepped. Who could bear the weight of this fat man!

The firearms were covered with old clothes, and the four of them returned to the "Manufacturing Hall" with Xiao Li. At this moment, Commander Ma was anxiously scratching his head. Seeing the fat man, he immediately broke into a delighted smile, but his face stiffened when he saw Cai Diao Chan. The woman's underhanded tactics still made him shudder, and it was because of her that he lost his best comrade.

"I've prepared everything, Brother, take a look..." Commander Ma looked up to the fat man with a fawning expression. The respectable commander of the Eighth Route Army could humble himself so much that Boss Huang sighed and shook his head in despair, finding it utterly disgraceful.

Mine clearance, you have to rely on him; destroying the Japanese warehouse, you still have to rely on him; perhaps even ambushing and seizing supplies, you'll have to ask this fat man. Commander Ma was already drooling over the fat man. "Oh, I must be resolute. Even if I make a mistake, I must get Wang Yi into the regiment. This way, the fat man won't have a choice but to stay, and I can use him whenever I want."

"According to the plan, you do what you need to do. Fat Master is busy and has to make something. I'll give the Japanese some fireworks tonight." The fat man glanced at Commander Ma with a bad temper, then called Boss Huang over to give him some instructions.

Commander Ma immediately began assigning tasks, using Boss Huang's waterway channels to arrange for himself, Xiao Li, Cai Diao Chan, and Houzi to leave the city, with some reporting and others leading the troops.

Boss Huang had been operating in Qingzhou City for ten years, and his waterway channels were as solid as a rock. Even the Japanese and puppet troops couldn't find anything. Just before they were about to leave, Cai Diao Chan deliberately walked up to the fat man, staring straight at him and asked, "Fatso, don't you have anything to say to me?"

"Nothing." The fat man didn't even look up, busy checking the items Boss Huang had prepared for him: medical masks, alcohol lamps, funnels, bamboo tubes, water scoops, wooden buckets, glass bottles, and various other items.

"Really nothing?" Cai Diao Chan's face fell.

"Really nothing." The fat man shook his head firmly, taking the bottles of chemicals he had asked Boss Huang to prepare and checking them again. He couldn't afford to be careless with this.

"Uh..." Suddenly, Cai Diao Chan just softly responded, then turned and followed Commander Ma out of the room.

"Neurotic!" The fat man pouted, finished checking the chemicals, and looked up to see Cai Diao Chan had already left. He noticed her unusual behavior and was puzzled, shaking his head and smiling helplessly. He put on the medical mask and got back to work.

In no time, he had set up a simple chemical extraction device in the room and began mixing the chemicals according to their components and quantities, adding water where needed, stirring where needed, and heating where needed. After an hour of this, he saw a fat oil dripping from one end of the bamboo tube into a bottle with a funnel.

"Done!" The fat man, wearing a mask, looked at his creation excitedly, turned off the alcohol lamp, and sealed the bottle with a stopper. He wrapped the bottle in a piece of cotton cloth like a treasure, put it in his pocket, and then stood up, stretching. He was about to open the door to get some fresh air, as the room was full of the smell of chemical reactions, which was not pleasant.

At that moment, the door creaked open, and Boss Huang, frowning and pinching his nose, pushed it open. Seeing the fat man, he exploded, shouting, "Little Liu, what are you doing in there? It stinks to high heaven, I can't even stay in the outer room!"

"Hehe, you'll know soon." The fat man put his arm around Boss Huang's shoulder, dragged him out of the room, closed the door, and took off his mask to get some fresh air. Then his own nose wrinkled. The smell was not only foul but also extremely pungent. Yes, this was the smell he wanted, the effect he was aiming for.

"You really need to consider the smell. It's too strong and could attract the attention of passing Japanese soldiers, which would be bad!" Boss Huang said worriedly.

"Alright, I'll tell you the truth!" The fat man quickly put the mask back on and continued, "No matter who comes, don't let anyone into this room in the inner courtyard. Because Fat Master is making a bomb more powerful than the Japanese aerial bombs!"

"Are you trying to fool me, old man?" Boss Huang didn't believe it, staring at the fat man. If the fat man talked about mine clearance, setting traps, or shooting Japanese soldiers, he would believe it, as he had just seen it. But to believe that this fat man could make a bomb, and one more powerful than the Japanese aerial bombs, he just couldn't.

"Fooling you? Does Fat Master have a reason to do that?" The fat man was indignant. You can doubt the party, but you can't doubt Fat Master. Who is Fat Master? Fat Master is a special forces soldier from the future.

In the extremely resource-scarce enemy-occupied city, the requirement was to use any available daily items to make explosives by hand. This was a basic skill every special forces soldier had to master. In this era, no one believed him, and the fat man suddenly felt like he couldn't explain himself, forgetting that he often did the same to others.

"Alright, I'll show you, old man!" The fat man, full of resentment, was very dissatisfied with Boss Huang's attitude. He took out the small bottle wrapped in cotton cloth from his pocket, unwrapped it, and revealed the bottle and the light yellow oil inside.

This light yellow oil in the bottle was the fat man's initial plan for a counterattack.

"What is this?" Boss Huang was puzzled.

"A bomb!" The fat man replied.

"Is that it?" Boss Huang stared at the bottle in the fat man's hand, dumbfounded. This light yellow oil is a bomb? Don't joke around. In his ten years as a spy, he had never seen a liquid bomb. Who is he trying to fool?

"I think this bottle contains peanut oil... no, peanut oil is yellower, it doesn't look like soybean oil... um... right, it must be rapeseed oil, yes, it's rapeseed oil!" Boss Huang said firmly.

"Damn, why don't you say it's gutter oil?" The fat man was furious, his chest heaving. There was no justice in the world, he had spent two hours in the room, and it was all for nothing!

"What is gutter oil?" Boss Huang was stunned.

"You damn fool, ignorance is truly terrifying!" The fat man was speechless, completely convinced. This was nitroglycerin, a bomb more powerful than TNT, which could produce a temperature of 4000 degrees Celsius at the center of the explosion, instantly vaporizing all living things at the center.

Even a 100-pound aerial bomb would be nothing compared to the bottle of nitroglycerin in the fat man's hand.