Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

Chapter 1014 Another murder with a borrowed knife!

The next day, at noon, we arrived in Ulaanbaatar, the capital of Outer Mongolia.

The first hospital in the city center, the special care unit on the top floor.

Yang Caiyu's injuries have been carefully treated. There was a penetrating muscle injury on the left shoulder blade. Fortunately, no blood vessels or bones were injured, so it was not serious.

In addition, Yang Caiyu's physique is far superior to ordinary people, so he is basically fine now, and has recovered most of his movement abilities, but has a slight fever.

The doctors who examined and treated Yang Caiyu today were all senior female military doctors who were urgently mobilized from Irkutsk last night. Even the nurses were brought from the field hospital.

Not only that, the entire floor of the ward where Yang Caiyu was located was also under martial law by the KGB's A unit, a field team armed with live ammunition. No one was allowed to get close, and it was guarded like an iron barrel.

In such a battle, it would be no less difficult to meet Nikonov in person.

Last night, when he was destroying the corpses and dealing with the remaining traces at Mudian, Du Weiguo took out the radio from the space and contacted Natasha. That's why there was such a grand scene today.

Having said this, I have to say that there are currently 6 radio stations installed in Du Weiguo's space.

Corresponding to MI6, KGB, Hong Kong Island, Guyana, Pattaya, and Persia, he has a single line of communication, only sending but not receiving.

Natasha did not show up during the whole process. She is a smart woman who knows the importance of things. Naturally, she did not dare to appear in front of Yang Caiyu and cause trouble for Du Weiguo.

Damn it, according to Du Weiguo’s urine, she would really be silenced!

In order to avoid suspicion, Natasha always coordinated from behind. The person in charge of the scene today was Sergey from Budapest.

The secret contact point he used to run in Budapest had to be evacuated immediately because he helped rescue Manny.

Sergey is a man of real ability and very methodical in doing things. Du Weiguo is quite satisfied with him. The most rare thing is that he is still an independent person without a camp.

Mrs. Nicono was mature and knew how to behave. With a wave of her hand, she transferred him to Natasha. From now on, he would exclusively serve Du Weiguo.

"Mr. Wesley, according to your instructions, the plane has been prepared, the route application has been completed, and it can set off at any time."

Sergey is calm and capable, and his words are concise and concise, but it is not difficult to see that his attitude towards Du Weiguo is extremely respectful, even mixed with a little fear.

seeing is believing!

Although the name of the evil god resounds in the sky, there are really only a few people who have seen him take action with their own eyes. Most of the unlucky ones who saw him take action were stunned.

Sergey was lucky. Just a few nights ago, he saw Du Weiguo's methods with his own eyes.

In the closed three-story building and the basement, there were 12 cold-blooded and brutal IRA terrorists armed with automatic weapons, and there were even hostages in their hands.

From sneaking in silently, killing everyone single-handedly, to successfully rescuing the hostages, it only took Du Weiguo less than 2 minutes.

But that group of fierce Irish thugs failed to fight back even a single bullet, and were crushed like chickens.

Sergey is a man of hard work and a veteran of hidden fronts who has experienced hundreds of battles. He knows the gold content of this very well.

He also understood that this was just the tip of the iceberg of Du Weiguo's terrifying combat power, but it was enough to scare Sergey.

This is not a fucking movie, 1 versus 12, and there are guns, and even hostages need to be rescued, it's just a fantasy.

"Okay, I understand. We won't take off for now. Please wait for my notification of the specific departure time."

Du Weiguo's expression was as usual, and his tone was extremely casual, as if everything was taken for granted.

Sergey immediately bowed and nodded, and replied in a deep voice: "Okay, Mr. Wesley, as you wish, do you have any other instructions?"

Du Weiguo waved his hand casually: "It's okay for now, Sergey, you can go down first."

"Okay, Mr. Wesley, I'm in the corridor outside. If you need anything, you can give me any instructions at any time."

Sergey left respectfully, and Yang Caiyu sat up on the hospital bed. She had endured it all the way, and now she couldn't bear it anymore.

Her face turned red and she asked anxiously:

"Wei Guo, who are these Russians? Judging from their behavior, they don't look like ordinary soldiers, but more like the legendary KGB. You, are you~"

Yang Caiyu's observation skills are very keen, but she did not finish what she said, but Du Weiguo understood, sat next to her, smiled and rubbed her head:

"Yes, they are all field agents of the KGB. Those Russian soldiers armed to the teeth and full of murderous intent outside the door are also special service teams under the command of the KGB."

As soon as he heard this, Yang Caiyu suddenly became anxious, his eyes were panicked, and he stuttered in excitement:

"Wei Guo, you, have you really joined the KGB?"

Yang Caiyu had just left the country, and his political sensitivity was still there. He had completely forgotten that Du Weiguo had long been a living dead without a home and a country.

"Ha~" Du Weiguo was amused by her and joked with interest:

"How is it possible? Who are you looking down on? I am the unparalleled evil god. I am not in the three realms. I have jumped out of the five elements and formed a world of my own."

At this point, his conversation changed:

"As for the KGB, they can barely be regarded as my cooperative allies. Our relationship with them recently has been pretty good."

At this moment, Yang Caiyu's brows were knitted into a ball, and his face was full of confusion and disbelief, with a distorted expression as if I am not a good student at all, you can't even think of lying to me.

Du Weiguo shook his head helplessly and continued to explain:

"I had a sudden idea and killed the second-in-command of Citigroup and the CIA in Seoul. I became sworn enemies with them. Naturally, I became an ally of the KGB. You know, the enemy of the enemy."

Du Weiguo spoke in an understatement, even a bit scoundrel-like and casual, but Yang Caiyu's eye circles suddenly turned red, filled with distress.

Yang Caiyu has never been abroad, has never been in politics, and has never worked on the hidden front. She cannot really describe what level of senior official the deputy director of the CIA is.

But the CIA, she knew, was the eyes and ears of Citigroup, a behemoth spy agency, the only terrifying existence that could compete with the KGB.

Even if you think about it with your heel, the second-in-command of such a spy organization must be a powerful super boss, and may even be a national leader ranked highly by Citi.

The dangers involved in assassinating such a big shot, as well as the terrible revenge that will be faced afterwards, cannot be expressed in words at all. It is simply a life-or-death experience.

Du Weiguo smiled and stretched out his hand to help her wipe away the crystals from the corners of her eyes, and said in a doting and comforting tone:

"Caiyu, why are you crying? Look at me, I'm doing well. I have all my beard and tail, and I'm a dragon and a tiger."

Unexpectedly, after hearing Du Weiguo's relief, Yang Caiyu cried even harder, her tears flowing down like broken pearls.

"You, you report less good news than bad news. Why do you have to be all-in-one? Through your shirt, I can see the scars on your body. Wei Guo, come here and let me see your injuries."

"Uh~" Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo hesitated.

It was probably because Sergey had specifically told him that the heating in the ward was not adequate. Du Weiguo carried Yang Caiyu on his back all night last night, and his original clothes were soaked with sweat and frozen solid.

At this moment, he only changed into a thin beige military shirt, with the collar spread open, revealing some of the scars on his chest.

"What are you looking at? I'm just a rough old man. I usually work hard, so I'll inevitably get bumps and bumps. Isn't it normal to have some scars on my body? By the way, Caiyu, are you hungry?"

Du Weiguo made an excuse casually and changed the topic slightly. He really didn't want Yang Caiyu to see his scars, at least not now.

He knew his own business, and he knew very well how scary the scars on his body were. New wounds were piled on top of old ones, and there was no good place all over his body.

This is because after upgrading his immortal body, he can heal without leaving a trace, otherwise he would be like a suture monster now, capable of scaring people to death!

"Don't interrupt. We are husband and wife. If there's anything we can't see, come over quickly and let me see it."

Yang Caiyu's mind has completely recovered at this time. She is a person who doesn't rub dirt in her eyes, and she is not that easy to fool.

"Uh~"

Her reluctance made Du Weiguo a little embarrassed. He was full of guilt for Yang Caiyu and could not bear to keep a straight face no matter what.

He scratched his head helplessly, and when he was racking his brains to think of how to get over, a sudden knock on the door saved him in time.

"Caiyu, you take a good rest first, and I'll go out and take a look."

Du Weiguo stood up quickly, pushed open the door and walked out as if he was running away. At the door, Sergey said apologetically:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wesley, to disturb your rest. Director Natasha just sent news that the mole has been found."

"Mole" is the mole who betrayed Yang Caiyu to Stinger. Du Weiguo had given Natasha three days to find him out, and today happened to be the third day. Du Weiguo did not reply immediately, but took out his cigarette case and lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and exhaled the smoke in a long breath.

To be honest, since Ping An received Yang Caiyu, Du Weiguo has not been that concerned about finding out the mole.

In the past two years, Du Weiguo has experienced too many life and death, and has seen too many mountains of corpses and seas of blood. His heart has become as hard as iron and he is indifferent to life.

Of course, this matter couldn't just be revealed silently. After all, the lives of Tang Ahong, Liao Hongze, and several other soldiers were involved, so there had to be an explanation.

After taking a few puffs of cigarette, Du Weiguo glanced at Sergey lightly and asked softly:

"Where is he? In China or Outer Mongolia?"

Sergey shook his head:

"None of them are here. About six hours ago, Mole appeared in the Klinsky District of Moscow Region. He killed several forest farm workers, grabbed a pickup truck, and fled north."

"Klinsky District?"

Du Weiguo frowned, slightly impatient.

He is just an illiterate person who has no idea where this remote place is. Intuitively, it seems to be in the Siberian area.

In fact, this is not to blame for his ignorance. The furry bear is now at its peak, with a land area of ​​2240 million square kilometers, which is endless.

The Siberian Icefield in the northwest alone covers an area of ​​more than 1000 million square kilometers, which is an area larger than the entire China and four French territories.

However, in such a vast area, the total population is only a pitiful 1000 million, and there are countless small towns with no names scattered here and there.

These small towns dotted with stars usually only have a population of 1,800 or even a hundred people. They cannot be found on the map, and it is impossible for anyone to remember them.

Sergey was a very discerning man. He secretly caught a glimpse of Du Weiguo's ugly face and quickly explained:

“Klinsky District is located at the southernmost tip of Moscow Oblast, bordering the Kherulun River in Outer Mongolia, but this is where the mole was six hours ago.

According to normal circumstances, he should have fled to the Chita area by now, and further north is the vast uninhabited ice field. "

"Um?

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo's sharp eyebrows immediately stood up, like a sword unsheathed.

He keenly heard the shirk in Sergey's words:

"What? Sergey, are you just catching a mole, or are you having difficulties on your own KGB territory?"

Somewhat unexpectedly, Sergey did not show any surprise or cover up, but instead admitted honestly:

"Yes, catching moles is indeed difficult, even impossible. I'm very sorry, Mr. Wesley."

"Oh?" Du Weiguo was a little surprised when he heard what he said.

You know, according to the current level of the KGB's urine, there is no limit to the madness. It can roam around unscrupulously in most places around the world, let alone within the country. It is simply lawless.

But now, on his own territory, just to deal with a rebellious guy, Sergey actually looked embarrassed, there must be something inside.

This couldn't help but make Du Weiguo feel particularly curious, and his tone became a little meaningful:

"Sergey, who is this mole? Is he some big shot?"

"Uh~"

Du Weiguo's question made Sergey, who always answered questions promptly, look suffocated and speechless.

But after all, he is an old man, with a strong psychological quality. He quickly adjusted his mood and replied in a deep voice:

"Mr. Wesley, Mole's true identity is the deputy director of Section 3 of the Security Committee. His full name is Vladimir Nikolayevich."

Having said this, Sergey paused instinctively, and there was a vague fluctuation in his eyes.

However, Du Weiguo was now in a deep state and did not start a fight. He just held a cigarette in his mouth, hugged his arms, and waited expressionlessly for him to finish.

Sergey quickly raised his eyes and glanced at Du Weiguo. When he met his deep pool-like eyes, his expression suddenly became stern and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Mir is an only son. His father's name is Mikhail. Mikhail Nikolayevich is the current Minister of Internal Affairs."

No heavy hammer is needed to play the drum. At this point, Sergey stopped talking, and Du Weiguo really understood.

Damn, the only son who is in charge of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, this Mir is a second-generation official who can stand up to the sky. Even the KGB and Nikonov do not dare to touch him.

The KGB and the Ministry of Internal Affairs during the Soviet Union were both top secret service agencies, equivalent to the Dongchang and Jinyiwei during the Ming Dynasty.

In terms of responsibilities, the KGB is mainly external, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs is mainly internal, but the dividing line between them is not clear.

Since Mao Xiong is now so powerful, the internal struggle for power between the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the KGB is also in full swing. You have me, and I have you, setting flags to hinder each other, and even fighting for territory.

Obviously, this Mir is the Ministry of Internal Affairs' obvious target in the KGB.

And his father is also the top leader of the Ministry of Internal Affairs and a well-rounded big shot. Even if he is on a par with Nikonov, he is definitely worthy of it.

Of course, Du Weiguo was not interested in the internal strife between the two major intelligence agencies, Mao Xiong. This kind of dog-eat-dog-mouthed good thing, he wished the two sides would fight harder, until the human brains were beaten into dog brains.

What makes Du Weiguo confused is why the Ministry of Internal Affairs deliberately targets him. Are they so confident and not afraid of his own revenge?

"Sergey, the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and this idiot named Mir, why did you deliberately target me?"

This time, Sergey answered very simply, as if he already had a clue.

"Mir was brought up by his uncle. They had a good relationship. His uncle's name was Turgenev, the former director of the Third Division of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. He died in your hands in Seoul last year."

"Uh~"

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo was stunned.

He killed too many people. After trying hard to remember for a long time, he finally remembered who Turgenev was.

Turgenev, nicknamed the Rainy Night Butcher, was a radical in the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

About a year ago, this guy fell into Earl's scheme and competed with Du Weiguo for semiconductor design drawings in Seoul.

Later, this stubborn guy threatened him with Yang Caiyu. The result is self-evident. Now there are grass growing on the graves.

Du Weiguo sighed in his heart, it was true that every drink and every peck were cause and effect.

At the same time, he also figured out why Sergey rushed to tell him this. It was just that the KGB wanted to use a knife to kill people.

Mir's heel was so deep that even the KGB did not dare to pull out this hard nail directly, but leaving him felt like it was stuck in his throat, making him unable to spit out his anger.

However, the KGB did not dare. Du Weiguo, who had no taboos, did not care at all and dared to touch Yang Caiyu, not to mention Mir, even his father.

In this way, they can get rid of a fatal cancer without any effort, and can also take the opportunity to severely damage their political opponents.

In addition, it can also push Du Weiguo, a bastard, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs into irreconcilable opposition. If Du Weiguo can be more reckless and kill Mil's father, it will be even more perfect.

Perhaps, the reason why this idiot named Mir was able to successfully establish a relationship with Stinger and obtain detailed information about Yang Caiyu was not necessarily because the KGB deliberately let things go, or even added fuel to the fire.

Damn it, a complete conspiracy!

Du Weiguo figured out all the joints in an instant, smiled sadly, and said in a joking tone:

"So, Sergey, come here and tell me the news about Mir. It's because you, the KGB, gave up the idea and wanted me to handle it myself."

"This, this~"

Sergey's face turned red and he was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Du Weiguo flicked the cigarette butt and waved his hand impatiently:

"Forget it, this kind of thing is not something you can decide. You can go down first."

(End of this chapter)