Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

Late night, Prague.

Václav Havel International Airport, violent wind and snow.

It stands to reason that in such harsh weather conditions as tonight, and at night, ordinary aircraft will never be allowed to take off, and it is very easy for the aircraft to crash and kill people.

But at this moment, on the runway of the airport, the latest Soviet-made An-22 transport aircraft was taking a fast approach. Then it raised its head angrily and soared into the sky against the wind and snow.

In the cab of the transport plane, Du Weiguo's eyes were stern, and the evil aura rising from his body was a hundred times more severe than the wind and snow outside the window.

The dragon has reverse scales, which will kill you if you touch it.

Sting, this bastard, actually lifted Du Weiguo's back scale twice in a row. He had never wanted to kill someone so urgently like now.

Old Haotou's bones are not yet cold, and his heroic spirit is not far away. Now he is rushing to Outer Mongolia. His intention is self-evident, he must be trying to assassinate Yang Caiyu.

This bastard was simply jumping across Du Weiguo's bottom line repeatedly. If he couldn't crush him to ashes, then his journey through time would be in vain.

Due to the extremely violent wind and snow tonight, after entering the troposphere, the visibility was almost zero, making it extremely difficult for the plane to ascend.

The huge steel giant An-22 was also blown this way and that by the strong wind, as if it was in a tsunami. The fuselage was violently bumping and clanking, as if it was about to fall apart in the next moment.

But Du Weiguo's face was ashen and he turned a blind eye to everything. He still pushed the control stick tightly and raised the plane at a high speed regardless of it.

This is like lighting a lantern in a latrine, just looking for death!

"Zi La~"

There was a sudden piercing noise from the left wing of the plane, like the painful groans of a dying person.

Natasha, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned pale with nervousness and her forehead was covered with sweat. She glanced at Du Weiguo, licked her lips, and asked tentatively:

"Wesley, the snowstorm in the troposphere is too fierce. How about we lower the altitude, keep flying at a low altitude and at a constant speed, and wait until we have passed the wind and snow area before climbing up?"

Du Weiguo didn't look at her. He held the joystick firmly with both hands without shaking. His falcon-like eyes peered through the windshield without blinking at the sky filled with wind and snow outside the window. He coldly answered the question:

"Natasha, you just said that Yang Caiyu will enter Outer Mongolia in two days?"

Hearing his question, Natasha was stunned for a moment, then looked stern. She reacted quickly and instantly realized what Du Weiguo was thinking.

She even forgot her fear and explained eagerly:

“Wesley, since you met with Chairman (Nikonov), we here have been paying close attention to your wife’s movements.

In addition, before she left China this time, we also received advance notice from the Special Service Division, so we knew her specific itinerary. "

Du Weiguo suddenly turned his head, glanced at her coldly, and said in a faint tone:

"Then the question now is, how did Stinger know her itinerary? Don't tell me that he has the ability to plant nails in Sijiu City."

This matter is indeed strange. The situation in China is special now. Not to mention the sting, not even Du Weiguo can get any effective information.

As for Yang Caiyu, who had just started to leave the country, Stinger had already received the news and had already taken action, even one step ahead of Du Weiguo. He must have received news from the mole.

As for this insider, there is a high probability that he is within the KGB, and his level should be quite high.

Natasha's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and her mouth was dry as she promised:

"Wesley, I promise you, within a week at most, no, three days, I will give you a satisfactory explanation."

Unknowingly, the plane had passed through the snowy clouds and entered the stratosphere, and the fuselage suddenly became stable.

Du Weiguo controlled the plane with one hand, freed up one hand to light a cigarette, and slowly exhaled the smoke:

"Okay, just three days. If you can't find out, then give me a list of all the insiders and I will find out the mole myself."

Upon hearing this, Natasha suddenly shivered.

Having been together for a long time, she naturally understood Du Weiguo's urinary nature, and also knew the importance of Yang Caiyu in his heart.

If he cannot give him a satisfactory answer by then, then all the insiders in the KGB will probably die, and she herself is also on the list.

There is no doubt about this. For Yang Caiyu, with Du Weiguo's no inhibitions, let alone her, even Nikonov would dare to kill him.

Thinking of this, Natasha hurriedly promised: "Okay, just three days, I will give you a satisfactory answer."

"Ah."

Du Weiguo nodded noncommittally, then suddenly changed the topic and asked another difficult question:

"Now that we are sure that Stinger is heading to Outer Mongolia for Yang Caiyu, we will find a way to delay her departure."

"Uh~"

Natasha was a little speechless and answered carefully:

"Wesley, as soon as we received the news, we urgently dispatched several quick reaction teams of Force A to the border area of ​​Outer Mongolia.

If nothing else happens, they will probably arrive at the designated location tomorrow morning, and they should be able to ensure that your wife is safe and sound. "

"no!"

Du Weiguo decisively denied it, his tone was resolute and irrefutable:

"Probably, probably. There are too many uncertain factors. I want to be absolutely sure. In addition, I want to personally pick her up in Outer Mongolia."

Natasha had always known that Yang Caiyu's importance in Du Weiguo's heart was unparalleled. At this moment, seeing him so nervous and even confused, she was still filled with envy and jealousy in her heart.

Weak water three, only take one scoop. If love has ten points, Yang Caiyu alone has nine points.

"What? Is it difficult?"

Seeing her stunned look, Du Weiguo couldn't help but raise his voice, his tone slightly sulky, and Natasha quickly came to her senses.

"Well, uh~ yes, it is indeed a bit troublesome. Wesley, you also know the situation in China~"

Du Weiguo interrupted her abruptly, with a cold tone:

"Natasha, don't make excuses. If necessary, you can destroy the railway tracks, even destroy the trains, and create chaos. Do you still need me to teach you about this?"

Upon hearing this, Natasha suddenly looked solemn and stunned.

She really didn't expect that Du Weiguo could be so bottomless and do anything for Yang Caiyu.

You know, before this, Du Weiguo would never allow anyone to extend his claws towards China. This is a red line.

Du Weiguo saw that she was stunned again, and asked in an extremely impatient tone: "What? You can't do it?"

"No, okay, I'll make arrangements right away."

Natasha reacted, stood up in a panic, and walked towards the cabin.

"Whoo~"

Du Weiguo exhaled the smoke for a long time, violent emotions rushed left and right in his chest, and he was so anxious that he could not control himself. The strong feeling of powerlessness that had not been seen for a long time came to his heart again.

He had never been to Outer Mongolia. It lacked the necessary spatial markings. The place was vast, sparsely populated, and the language was incomprehensible. It was simply a blur.

The key point is that Du Weiguo still has to rescue Yang Caiyu and kill the stinger. Time is very urgent and the error tolerance rate is very low.

To sum up, even if Du Weiguo is willing to expose his teleportation ability, it will be in vain. He can only have a chance to achieve it by patiently taking a plane and then borrowing the KGB's powerful intelligence network.

The next day, at noon, at the military airport on the outskirts of Volgograd, the An-22 parked on the runway a little impatiently.

Du Weiguo stepped off the plane with a dark face, his whole body exuding a cold air that kept strangers away from him, and it was obvious that he was in an extremely unhappy mood.

There was no way he could hold on, but the plane that had been flying for more than 10 hours could not hold on anymore because it had run out of fuel.

In fact, taking the Moscow, Astana, and Ulaanbaatar route from Prague to Outer Mongolia is the best and fastest way.

However, Du Weiguo's current reputation is notorious. How could the life-saving bosses in Moscow allow him to land under their noses.

To be honest, it was a rare thing that they could allow him to pass through the second largest city, Volgograd.

"Wesley, the new plane is ready. Do you want to take a rest?"

Du Weiguo shook his head, his voice was a little hoarse, but his tone was very firm: "No, let's go now." After following Du Weiguo to the extreme for a day and night, Natasha was exhausted, but she did not dare to disobey his order and replied honestly:

"Okay, please follow me."

After walking a few steps, Du Weiguo suddenly turned around and asked: "Natasha, has the action on the Chinese side started?"

Natasha raised her hand to look at her watch, and nodded guiltily: "According to the time, it should have started by now."

Du Weiguo stopped, raised his sword eyebrows, and his tone suddenly became harsh: "Should it? Natasha, is this your working attitude? Are you perfunctory with me?"

Du Weiguo was not pretending, he now had the highest authority of the KGB, and his orders were equivalent to those issued by Nikonov himself.

The KGB was never a good place, but a place with the strictest rules.

Not to mention that it was just a delayed train. Even if Du Weiguo asked Natasha to go to Sijiu City to assassinate the poisonous dragon in person, she would not dare or cannot refuse.

"Sorry, Wesley, it was my fault."

Hearing Du Weiguo's question, a gloomy and helpless look flashed across Natasha's eyes. She first apologized and then explained softly:

"The work on the Chinese side is usually handled by the 3rd branch. I have tried my best to coordinate. In addition, the situation on the Chinese side~~"

She didn't finish her words, but Du Weiguo understood.

Conflict is everywhere, and a behemoth like the KGB is naturally not immune to it. There must be many factions. complex.

Under Natasha's command, this Thirteenth Branch was established specifically to serve him. In theory, it was Scorpion's only one.

He is usually under the direct jurisdiction of Nikonov, has extremely high priority, handles special cases, and at the same time maintains an impartial and neutral attitude.

But how is this possible?

She is now a full-fledged Nikonov front, and no matter how powerful Nikonov is, he cannot monolithically manage the KGB.

Obviously, this third branch of the KGB should belong to his opposing camp.

As for the current situation in China, it doesn't matter if we don't talk about it. It is estimated that even if a god passes by, he will be slapped twice. It is indeed difficult to take action.

Du Weiguo let out a long sigh, suppressed his complicated emotions, and patted Natasha on the shoulder:

"Okay, I get it, Natasha, thank you for your hard work, let's go."

A few minutes later, a brand new An-22 transport plane pierced the sky and quickly disappeared into the clouds.

Thirty kilometers south of Jining City, a blizzard started falling in the desolate wilderness. The terrifying white-haired wind blew away the goose feathers and the heavy snow, and a vast expanse of white covered the sky and the sun.

The train Yang Caiyu took was here, and it had stayed in place for a full 10 hours. In order to save coal, the heating in the carriage had to be turned off. It was extremely cold.

Yang Caiyu and Tang Ahong were in the sleeper carriage. At the moment, they were both covered with quilts, leaning closely together, huddled in the corner of the bed, their faces covered with hoarfrost, and they were shivering from the cold.

"It's cold, it's so cold. Caiyu, Caiyu, what's going on? The train was running smoothly, why did it suddenly break down halfway?"

Thanks to Miss Hu, Yang Caiyu's body is strong and strong, far beyond ordinary people, and she behaves quite calmly at this time.

She first helped Tang Ahong tighten the quilt tightly, and then took the opportunity to quickly and discreetly stuff a piece of candy into her mouth:

"It's probably not that the train is broken. It's very close to Jining City. It's been so long. A locomotive should have been sent over to pull the train."

Tang Ahong smacked the candy in her mouth. The sweet feeling made her big eyes light up immediately. She was surprised and happy, and she asked in a confused voice:

"Caiyu, where did you get the candy? Do you still have it?"

Previously, when the train was delayed for about 6 hours, Tang Ahong, a silly girl, generously and enthusiastically shared all the dry food she had brought with the passengers.

Her idea was quite simple. Anyway, when it was time to reach Eren, she still had the opportunity to replenish supplies, and she even scattered all of Yang Caiyu's compressed biscuits.

At this time, Tang Ahong didn't even have any inventory, but she didn't receive even a trace of feedback.

Yang Caiyu frowned slightly and quickly pressed her arm, making a shushing gesture:

"Shh~ Ah Hong, please keep your voice down, this is all I have left."

Yang Caiyu was sober and did not suffer from Madonna's disease. In fact, she still had a lot of candies and even a few chocolates in her pocket.

However, she would never foolishly share it with other people in the carriage. This is not selfish, but self-protection.

In times of crisis, human nature cannot stand the test the most, and it is so ugly that it is difficult to look directly at it.

At this moment, they must have heard Tang Ahong's shouts, and the people in the other bunks had already looked sideways, their eyes full of greed.

Tang Ahong was not hopelessly stupid. She had already reacted and hurriedly swallowed the candy in her mouth, changing the topic:

"Caiyu, tell me, why has the train stopped for so long?"

Yang Caiyu raised his eyebrows lightly, looked around with sharp eyes, frightened away the coveting eyes from around him, and then replied in a deep voice:

"I guess there is a high probability that there is something wrong with the rails."

Tang Ahong's mind was frozen and she asked naively: "What could possibly go wrong with the railway tracks?"

Yang Caiyu gave her a helpless look: "In such a cold weather, it is not impossible that excessive contraction will cause the rails to decouple, or~~"

Having said this, she leaned into Tang Ahong's ear again and whispered a few words softly in a voice that only two people could hear.

"Ah? You can't, this is~" Tang Ahong's eyes widened in surprise, and she almost shouted out loud.

However, Yang Caiyu had quick hands and eyes, and reached out to cover her mouth in time. He shook his head solemnly and gave her a sharp wink.

Yang Caiyu was very strong now, and he took action in a hurry, and he had no control over it. Tang Ahong's face turned red, and she quickly patted Yang Caiyu's hand to indicate that she already knew.

"Cai Yu, then we don't care about this?"

As soon as she was released, Tang Ahong asked impatiently in a low voice, and her eyes suddenly became sharp, changing from the dull and relaxed look just now.

Her hand quietly reached into the pocket of her cotton coat and held the handle of the gun.

This tiger girl is an out-and-out fighting madman. When she heard that there might be a situation, her blood instantly ignited.

Yang Caiyu frowned, and just as he was about to speak, he heard a slap from outside the carriage not far away.

After a while, the carriage door was opened by the flight attendant, and the biting cold wind rushed in. Along with the cold wind, there was a group of soldiers with live ammunition.

While distinguishing the bed number, they quickly searched for the bed where Yang Caiyu was. The leader was a middle-aged man wearing a military cotton hat, looking like an officer, and with a cold face.

He led the team up to Yang Caiyu, briefly identified him, and said in a solemn tone:

"Hello, may I ask, are you Yang Caiyu and Comrade Tang Ahong from Sijiu City?"

Yang Caiyu had already stood up, his eyes were calm and his tone was extremely calm: "Yes, hello, comrade, I am Yang Caiyu, who are you?"

The middle-aged officer nodded at her, took out his ID from his arms and handed it to her:

"Hello, Comrade Caiyu, I am Liao Hongze from Jining ** Regiment ** Battalion. There are some problems with the railway tracks. The train is temporarily unable to move forward. I have been ordered to take you back to the camp and stay temporarily."

Yang Caiyu took the certificate and checked it very carefully before handing it back to Liao Hongze with a calm and polite tone:

"Okay, please, Liao (Ying)."

At night, at Nur-Sultan, the military airport, after another 12 hours of continuous flight, the An-22 finally landed.

However, Du Weiguo had just gotten off the plane when several capable young men in woolen military coats trotted up to meet him.

They were all subordinates that Natasha had mobilized urgently. When he saw their slightly anxious expressions, Du Weiguo's heart suddenly thumped, something must have happened.

After a while, Du Weiguo's face turned green and red, with mixed emotions and anger. The two pieces of news were both good and bad.

The good news is that Section 3 is still working, and Yang Caiyu is now safe and sound and has been taken to the military camp and properly placed.

The bad news is that the cunning bastard Stinger is on the loose again.

When he was in Outer Mongolia, he found that he was being targeted. He played a beautiful trick of escaping the golden cicada, killed the agents sent by the KGB to track him, and then fled towards the no-man's land of Siberia. (End of chapter)