Chapter 1: The Rise of the New World's Second-Hand Bookstore

  "What the...?!" Yang Feng yelled furiously, restrained in his seat.

  A shuttlecraft loaded with tens of thousands of tons of cargo, now tumbling like a stubborn beach ball in the radiant torrent. On the bulkhead before him, a lovely woman's head was uttering an emotionless electronic voice: "Space storm, system damaged, space storm, system damaged..."

  "Huh?!" Boss Yang stared at her with a stunned gaze, but unfortunately the beauty's avatar ignored his gaze and continued to repeat those two sentences nonstop, then like the gray wolf shouting "I'll be back" faded away with a lingering echo.

  But at the same time, Yang Feng also let out a sigh of relief, because by then what was in front of him had changed into a vast blue sea.

  "What a relief!" The man wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead and said.

  "Huh? Why is it daytime?" He looked around in a daze at the blue sky and sea outside, knowing that according to the time, it should be deep night here. He subconsciously stood up, but unfortunately didn't get up, because the metal restraints tied to his chest didn't give him any face.

  "Isn't it? Hey, beauty! Beautiful sister! Beautiful big sister! Auntie, granny! Don't abandon me!" Yang Feng shouted towards the cabin wall with tears in his eyes, and he kept shouting for over an hour before the beautiful woman's head reappeared, but it still looked a bit distorted from time to time.

  "Space storm causes..."

  "Let me go first!" Yang Feng cut her off without hesitation, the metal restraints immediately retracting. He didn't even bother to listen to what the beauty said next, and hastily rushed out.

  "What did you just say?" He stood on the deck, releasing stress into the crystal-clear sea water that seemed like a mountain spring, and asked with a pleasant mood, turning to the beautiful woman's head behind him.

  "A spatial storm has caused system damage. Self-repair is currently underway. During the repair period, the traversal function is suspended and the transformation function is limited." The beautiful woman's avatar said quietly.

  "Huh?" Yang Feng shrugged unexpectedly, this was nothing to him, he casually raised his head, but immediately he and his little partner were stunned.

  At this moment, on the distant sea surface, a gray warship with the British naval flag was coming in a rush, or it could be said that it was slowly crawling towards the edge. To be honest, Yang Feng had seen many warships before, but he had never seen one as slow as this one. The speed was estimated to be over 15 knots, which would mean that he had been wasting his time at sea all these years. However, this was not the most important thing, the most important thing was that the appearance of this warship was really too strange.

  A huge chimney spewed thick smoke, obviously burning coal. In front and back, there were two tall masts, which made the chaotic deck layout look even stranger. The overall shape still had a bit of the flavor of a sailing warship from the age of sail, but the gun turret at the bow looked quite majestic, although it was a bit ugly and small in caliber, probably no more than 152mm.

  "What's this? What is this?" He pointed at the warship which was obviously built no earlier than 1900, and said in a trembling voice.

  "This is what I was about to tell you, the space storm interfered with our traversal path, and we have now arrived in an unfamiliar time-space." The beautiful woman's avatar said in a tone without any emotional fluctuations.

  "What are you doing to me? My vast family fortune! My many wives, big and small!" Yang Feng let out a mournful roar.

  "We can still go back," said the beautiful woman's portrait.

  "How long?" Yang Feng said viciously.

  "I don't know." The beautiful girl's avatar said bluntly.

  It's come to this, no use saying more. The key now is how to deal with the situation. The cargo ship is filled with goods from over a hundred years later. Once this warship arrives, they'll definitely board and inspect, and then he'll just be waiting for his own demise. Yang Feng didn't have any illusions about this.

  Must sink it! He turned his gaze towards the beautiful woman's portrait.

  "Can air pressure cannons still be played?"

  "It can't be done now, it can only make the simplest small-scale transformation." The beautiful female avatar said.

  Yang Feng looked at her again with a hurt expression, then quickly ran back to the cabin, opened his computer and searched for the list of goods.

  Anti-ship missiles? No way, one person can't use them alone. Tanks? Useless. Armored vehicles? Even more useless. Aircraft? What the...?! Are these five small planes also mine?! Yang Feng looked at the list of weapons in his goods and felt a bit overwhelmed.

  It seems that it can only use torpedoes now. This thing has finally found the most suitable weapon for itself, a self-guided heavy torpedo.

  The beauty avatar installed a torpedo launcher on the cabin wall, which was okay. Then use the mechanical arm to grab a torpedo and put it in, close the hatch and fill with water. As for how to launch the torpedo without a launching control system, this little thing was handled by the beauty herself, after all, it's just an electric start.

  By the time he finished, that warship had already approached very close. It was clear that this strange and large ship was also extremely vigilant towards them, so the single-mounted cannon at the bow of the ship was aimed directly at Yang Feng. At this distance, the small warship looked even uglier.

  The tonnage estimate will not exceed one thousand tons, and the fully armed has only two 152 guns and four small-caliber guns. According to the standard, this is also a gunboat. Using 533 heavy torpedoes to attack others is a bit too cruel. At that time, warships not only had few watertight designs, but many were also wooden boards with armor plates attached. If things go wrong, they will be blown into smithereens.

  Of course, Yang Feng wouldn't really have a change of heart. Who knows if these British guys would have a change of heart? This guy was excitedly waving his arms on the other side of the ship's glass partition, just like a woman who had been wronged for many years seeing a group of strong men, and at the same time, he quietly aimed the underwater torpedo tube with the beauty's head image at a target 200 meters away.

  The other party did not detect any danger at all, because they found that their target had no weapons, so the gunboat stopped directly and dropped the boat. Just as four sailors boarded the boat, one of them, who had just picked up the oar, suddenly stared blankly at the sea surface, then let out a sharp cry without hesitation and jumped into the sea.

  In a gaze of astonishment, beneath the clear sea surface, a black shadow like a charging shark crashed into the waterline of the warship. Yang Feng could even see an officer on the opposite deck, lifting his head and staring at him with a foolish expression.

  Yang Feng smiled slyly and even waved his hand at him.

  In the fiery explosion of the torpedo, the officer gave him the finger and was simultaneously blown off his feet, then saw a piece of steel shrapnel slap against his body.

  533mm heavy torpedo warhead weighed over 200 kilograms, and it was the powerful Black Swan. Such an underwater explosion would be unbearable for even a 10,000-ton cruiser, let alone a small gunboat. The British warship was directly blown in half from the middle, with splashing debris falling on Yang Feng's head, making a loud noise, and then completely disappeared from the sea surface in less than five minutes.

  Yang Feng finally came out of the cabin, holding an M1911 in his hand, staring at the sea surface like a brown bear hunting for salmon. He was looking for any fish that had escaped the net, and soon he spotted one among a pile of garbage floating on the surface - a British officer, with his eyes closed, but clearly not very good at acting, holding onto a broken wooden board with both hands as if it were a beautiful woman.

  "Hurry up and get up! Stop pretending!" Yang Feng said bluntly.

  The other party remains unmoved.

  Yang Feng was too lazy to bother with him, raised his hand and fired a shot directly at the officer's hand holding the wooden board. The 11.43mm bullet immediately shattered one of his fingers, and the officer let out a blood-curdling scream as he opened his eyes.

  "You devil, the Royal Navy won't let you off." This kid was also a sensible person, knowing that Yang Feng wouldn't let him off, so he decided to put on a show of bravery.

  "Devil? I like the tone!" Yang Feng was very satisfied with his title, and while playing with his pistol, he said: "However, I can give you a chance to answer a few small questions. If you do, I might let you continue to fend for yourself here. But if you refuse, then I'll break both your arms again and let you fend for yourself."

  The officer glared at him with an evil gaze.

  "Just a few simple questions, now time, place, better detailed including year." Yang Feng said.

  "April 22nd, 1890, Here is Atlantic."

  The officer's face revealed a hint of madness in his smile at this point.

  "You Oriental, who has offended the dignity of the British Empire, wait to suffer the wrath of the Imperial soldiers! I'll be waiting for you in hell!" he shouted with a mad laugh.

  Yang Feng raised his hand and shot him in the forehead.

  "This guy is really talkative!" he said coldly.

  It's quite intimidating to offend the British Empire at this time, but if the British Empire doesn't know that it has offended him, then it doesn't matter.

  In this day and age, there's no such thing as wireless telegraphy or anything like that. As long as no one is left alive to tell the tale, who would know who did it? Boss Yang shrugged indifferently.

  In 1890, what a great time! It seems like I can play even bigger now, but this task seems to be quite heavy too. For example, Empress Dowager Cixi needs to be dealt with, the Qing dynasty needs to be overthrown, His Majesty the Emperor needs to be played to death, and the British need to be schemed against...

  "This is a bit too much! I need to make a list and take it slow!" He muttered to himself with some emotion.