Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

Chapter 1017 Extremely Dangerous Elements

The next day, early morning, Ulaanbaatar.

Today is a rare good day. Although it is the twelfth lunar month of winter and the north is roaring, it is still extremely cold, but the sun is shining brightly and there are no clouds in the sky.

In the city center, the most prosperous Sukhbaatar Square, Du Weiguo held Yang Caiyu's slender waist and walked on the snow-covered road.

In fact, the city of Ulaanbaatar is quite dilapidated. There are low and dilapidated bungalows everywhere, and there are only a few buildings.

The streets are also in a mess, with carriages and carriages excreting everywhere. Cars are very rare, and there is nothing to see at all.

Although this city is the capital of Outer Mongolia, it only has a population of one million, which is even lower than that of large counties in China.

Yang Caiyu's wound has not healed yet, and the pain is still severe when she moves, but she is still in a good mood and taking off well.

Her smile was as bright as a flower, her eyes were as beautiful as stars, and she nestled in Du Weiguo's arms like a kitten.

Yang Caiyu was also dressed very stunningly today, wearing a long black mink coat, a turtleneck cashmere sweater, black lambskin high-heeled boots, and a silver-gray fox fur hat on her head.

As the old saying goes, people rely on clothes, and Buddha relies on gold. Yang Caiyu is naturally beautiful in the country and the sky. With this set of clothes, she looks even more graceful, luxurious and incomparably beautiful.

With this outfit, it is unthinkable to look at Sijiu City, which only has three colors: black, green and blue. It is estimated that he will be beaten to death as soon as he leaves the house.

But in Ulaanbaatar, where the sky is high and the emperor is far away, naturally no one meddles in other people's business.

This outfit was all bought by Natasha for Yang Caiyu. The Yang Caiyu's eyes were very poisonous, and he only glanced at her from afar to determine her size.

There is no woman who does not love beauty. Although Yang Caiyu repeatedly shied away from her words, her body was very honest and she quickly put on this outfit with strong capitalist colors.

"Wei Guo, haven't you already thought about how to quickly deal with the Mir who ran away to Siberia? Now that Mr. Merlin and his wife have arrived, why don't I think you have any intention of taking action in a hurry?"

Yang Caiyu turned her head and glanced, lying next to Du Weiguo's ear, and whispered softly.

In fact, when she said this, there was a strong look of confusion in her eyes, and she was reluctant to separate from Du Weiguo.

Merlin and Sukari were about 50 meters behind them at the moment. Merlin had a great sense of proportion and deliberately kept a distance where he could not be overheard.

After the couple received Du Weiguo's call, they set off immediately and rushed all the way from Pattaya non-stop. They arrived in Ulaanbaatar early this morning.

They suddenly went from the sweaty tropics to the cold zone where dripping water turns into ice. When they came, they were even wearing cool short-sleeves.

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo stopped suddenly, and a violent emotion flashed through his eyes.

However, he has already cultivated a deep and deep city, and his emotions and anger are inexpressible. He tightened Yang Caiyu's slim waist, and his face was full of scorn:

"No! As the old saying goes, one day without seeing you is like three autumns apart. Caiyu, we haven't seen each other for more than two years. Rounding it up, it's equivalent to being separated for nearly a hundred years. I can't let you go."

Upon hearing this, Yang Caiyu's pretty face turned red immediately, her beautiful eyes shone with dazzling light, and she was so charming that she almost shed tears.

Just now, after she woke up, she really couldn't stand the endless teasing of Du Weiguo, her grandson. She had also been in a deep boudoir for a long time, so she couldn't bear it, so she reluctantly carried the injury and had a gentle talk with him.

The refreshing sweetness instantly diluted Yang Cai's eagerness to complete the task. She gently pushed Du Weiguo:

"Tch, sweet talk."

Du Weiguo swore shamelessly:

"How can it be just rhetoric? These are all words from the bottom of my heart. Caiyu, I have nothing to ask for to see you again and am willing to give up everything."

"Oh, your ability to speak glibly has reached the point of perfection. Du Weiguo, tell me honestly, have you been flirting with women outside in the past two years?"

Yang Caiyu was not hit by his sugar-coated bullet. Instead, he sneered and changed the subject, directly hitting Du Weiguo's seven inches.

What she asked was profound, half-truth and half-false.

Although Little Aries has little information, she is not stupid. She knows that her man's charm is so great that no woman can close her legs.

Du Weiguo is not a monk. He has been wandering outside for two whole years, and he is so good at it that he is like a cowhide with sparks and lightning, so it is inevitable that he will make a fool of himself.

In fact, Du Weiguo is more than just flirting with women. He is a teddy-minded scumbag who has quickly hooked up a harem group outside.

It's just that this is a proper proposition. Du Weiguo is now as thick-skinned as a city wall. Naturally, he will not admit it even to death. He shamelessly calls Tian Qu.

"How is that possible? I dance on the tip of a knife every day, and I walk on the edge of life and death all the time. How can I have time to talk about all the romance? Don't you see the scars on my body?"

Just now, after the clouds and rain cleared between the two of them, Yang Caiyu came back to her soul and saw the hideous wounds on Du Weiguo's body, and she burst into tears with distress.

His body was covered with stab wounds, gunshot wounds, burns, abrasions, new wounds piled on top of old wounds, all over his body, and there was no place for them.

Even thinking about it now, Yang Caiyu still has lingering fears. According to her knowledge, a person who has suffered so many injuries will not survive anyway.

Sure enough, Du Weiguo, the thief, made the right bet. As soon as this was mentioned, Yang Caiyu suddenly lost interest in continuing to explore whether he was stealing.

Her eye circles were red, her sensibility suppressed her rationality for a moment, and she hugged him tightly subconsciously:

"Wei Guo, why don't you stop going to Siberia to provoke Mir and his son? Let's not fight so hard and find a place where no one knows us to live in seclusion and just ask about the world."

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo was very moved, but a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. He smiled bitterly, shook his head, and pecked her face gently, with a melancholy tone:

"No, Caiyu, I am sailing against the current. If we don't advance, we will retreat. Even if we don't cause trouble, trouble will find us endlessly."

Just as Yang Caiyu was about to refute, Du Weiguo nuzzled at the Mei Lin couple behind him:

"Merlin and his wife have learned from the past. They are both very powerful ability users, almost invincible in the world. Just because they don't fight or fight, they are in harmony with each other. They are almost forced into a desperate situation and have been separated for hundreds of, uh ~ half their lives."

He originally wanted to say that they had been separated for hundreds of years, but after thinking that this statement was too shocking, he temporarily changed his mind to half a lifetime.

However, Du Weiguo's words are not an excuse. He is indeed in the rivers and lakes now. He has no choice but to retreat.

Yang Caiyu turned around, glanced at Mei Lin and the others in surprise, and asked dubiously:

"Why? If they were as powerful as you said, how could they be forced to stay apart for so long?"

Hearing this question, Du Weiguo did not answer immediately, but lit a cigarette, a Kunpeng version of President cigarette with a gold mouth and black stem.

Du Weiguo slowly exhaled the smoke, raised it gently in front of Yang Caiyu, and answered the question in a distant tone:

"Caiyu, this kind of cigarette normally sells for US$12 per pack, but because demand exceeds supply, it can probably be sold for US$15 or even higher on the black market."

It was a bit confusing, but Yang Caiyu seemed to understand, but she patiently did not interrupt, but waited quietly for Du Weiguo to continue.

"15 U.S. dollars, according to the current exchange rate, is almost 125 Hong Kong dollars. In other words, it is approximately equal to the monthly salary of an ordinary worker or even the income of the entire family.

To put it another way, the one cigarette I smoke is equivalent to the living expenses of an ordinary family for two or even three days. "

Yang Caiyu frowned. She knew that Du Weiguo was definitely not showing off his wealth, but his statement was too vague, and she was a little unsure.

"Wei Guo, are you saying that no matter how strong an individual's ability is, he can't defeat the power of capital?"

"Smart! Just one click!"

Du Weiguo gave her a thumbs up and sincerely praised Yang Caiyu, who was really smart and understood his meaning instantly.

Du Weiguo took another puff of cigarette, his tone was faint, like explaining or talking to himself:

"Not only capital, but also power and influence. With a single order, tens of thousands of people can respond, and it can turn over rivers and oceans. It is almost omniscient and omnipotent. Such a surging force cannot be stopped by human beings!"

Yang Caiyu glanced at the half-cut cigarette butt in Du Weiguo's hand, nodded thoughtfully, and suddenly changed the subject:

"So, you have all this now?"

Du Weiguo also nodded and replied honestly:

"Well, it's true that I don't lack money and power now, but I'm still just a chess piece on someone else's chessboard." His tone was a bit bleak and vicissitudes of life. Yang Caiyu was silent for a while, stretched out his hand, and touched it gently. Touching Du Weiguo's cheek, his tone was gentle:

"Wei Guo, you don't need to be depressed, but you should be proud. The world is like a chessboard, and all living beings are chess pieces. No one can escape the fate of becoming a chess piece.

People in the world are bustling and striving for success, but they are just trying to get to a higher chessboard, and you are already standing on the highest chessboard. "

"Sigh~"

Du Weiguo took an exaggerated breath and stared at her without blinking for a moment, his eyes burning, as if he wanted to see through her.

Seeing Yang Caiyu again, Du Weiguo felt impressed. She was always able to make suggestions and pointed out the key to the problem.

It was as if the two channels of Ren and Du were suddenly connected, and the situation suddenly opened up.

However, it was obvious that she had been sleeping for more than half a year and had been working in the finance department of the steel rolling mill since then. Even after two months of training, her horizons could not have improved by leaps and bounds.

"You, what are you looking at?"

Yang Caiyu was stunned by his aggressive gaze, blushed, and said coquettishly in embarrassment.

"Caiyu, why do I feel that you have suddenly become a new person? You are like an old fox with sophisticated emotions and a thorough understanding of people's hearts. Could it be that you were taken over by some thousand-year-old demon?"

Yang Caiyu rolled her eyes at him angrily, her tone a little arrogant:

"What and what? You are a thousand-year-old monster. Before leaving the country, I participated in special training and studied the international situation with Teacher Zhou for two months."

Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows: "Teacher Zhou? Who is he?"

Yang Caiyu nodded, his tone full of unconcealable admiration: "Well, Teacher Zhou Zhiqian, he is the international situation teacher specially arranged for me by Hu Si."

"Who?" Du Weiguo couldn't help but raise his voice, his eyes were shining, and his face was full of disbelief.

Yang Caiyu was also a little curious about Du Weiguo's reaction, and repeated word for word:

"Zhou Zhiqian, what's wrong? Wei Guo, do you know Teacher Zhou?"

"Uh~ I've met once." Du Weiguo was so shocked at this moment that his head was buzzing.

Zhou Zhiqian, when he heard this strange yet familiar name, dust-laden memories flashed through his mind like a revolving door of lightning.

He also has another name called Zheng Yaoxian, nicknamed Guiziliu, the sixth figure in a certain organization, and an old man on the hidden front. Du Weiguo had a secret confrontation with him and was severely crushed.

He is a great unknown hero who always insists on deep diving in reverse and undercover the enemy camp. Even though he is behind bars and suffers infamy, he still has no regrets.

At the same time, he is also a top-notch old secret agent. He is very proficient in the spy business and is a veteran who can start a sect.

In any case, Du Weiguo never expected that Hu Fei would invite this great master to teach Yang Caiyu. Has his identity been exposed? Identity and reputation have been restored.

Du Weiguo vaguely remembered that he seemed to have been performing deep-diving missions codenamed Kite.

But when I think about it more carefully, I feel relieved. Now it is estimated that all tasks have to be prioritized lower than his.

He is the evil god, who single-handedly defeated Freemasonry, killed tens of thousands of people, and is the invincible number one person in the dark world. He is on an equal footing with Mr. J and Nikonov, and even holds a big pineapple in his hand.

In the eyes of all intelligence agencies and court bosses around the world, Du Weiguo is an extremely dangerous person.

Not only does he have the ability to assassinate anyone, he also has the terrifying ability to destroy a city or even a country in an instant, making him an enemy of a country.

What task could be more important than him?

Thinking of this, Du Weiguo asked with great interest: "So, what skills has this teacher Zhou taught you, the special service business?"

Yang Caiyu glanced at Du Weiguo strangely and shook his head:

"Don't you know Teacher Zhou? He is not a special agent. He is just an observer of the international situation. He mainly explains to me the current international situation.

Then comprehensively analyze and interpret the current policies and political situation of various countries based on historical, political, geographical, religious and other factors. "

Damn, what the hell are you an international observer? Isn't it just a disguised identity just to facilitate brainwashing for you?

"Uh~ It's been too long, I may have confused him with someone else."

Du Weiguo curled his lips, complained in his heart, and found an excuse to deal with it.

He knew in his heart that the reason why Hu Fei asked Zheng Yaoxian, an old fox who had become a spirit, to explain the international situation to Yang Caiyu was just to bring in private goods and indirectly influence him.

For a master-level old spy like Zheng Yaoxian, after more than two months of teaching, he can completely influence other people's thoughts in a subtle way.

Basically, it is almost the same as hypnosis. It is by no means worse than the group of charlatans in Slovakia, and may even be better.

At this moment, the Slovak Police Headquarters, the morgue.

Hela's body was lying naked on the cold morgue. Her pale skin, combined with the pitch-black religious tattoos, revealed a strange beauty.

Beside the morgue, a tall, thin middle-aged man was standing quietly at this moment.

He has a hooked nose, a sharp face, narrow eyes, sideburns and beard, and wears a fat black woolen cloak. He has a cold and sinister temperament.

The man's fingers were extraordinarily slender, and they were caressing along the tattoos on Hela's skin. His eyes were focused, following the movements of his fingers closely, and he was murmuring something in a low voice.

"Bang~"

The door of the morgue was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and a handsome young man who looked somewhat similar to him walked in hurriedly.

As the young man walked, he quickly glanced at Hela's body. A complicated look flashed in his eyes, a mixture of regret and hatred, and a strong almost crazy desire~

But after just a quick glance, he looked away, returned to his expressionless face, walked quickly to the middle-aged man, and said in a deep voice:

"Father, I have found out that three hours before Ogro and Hela's accident, an Asian man took a British woman to the hospital for emergency treatment.

The woman's original name was Manny, and she was a special agent of MI6, while the man's name was Wesley, nicknamed the Evil God. "

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man suddenly stopped moving his fingers. His voice was hoarse and harsh, like metal friction:

"The evil god? The evil god who killed the two leaders of the Freemasonry?"

The young man nodded: "Yes, that's him."

The language they communicate with is very unique. It is neither English nor the local Slovak language, but a particularly obscure small language similar to Persia.

The middle-aged man's tone was low and dignified: "Where is he now?"

The young man shook his head:

"Father, I'm very sorry. It's not clear yet. I only know that on the afternoon of the day he killed Ogre, he went to Balaag and then left on a KGB plane."

"Where's the woman named Manny?"

"I also left and went back to the London headquarters."

The middle-aged man's thick eyebrows frowned, and his tone became obviously cold:

"So, the bastard Evil God probably just stopped by Slovakia briefly after killing Bourne, and then casually killed Ogre and Hela?"

The young man looked fiercely and replied without hesitation:

"Yes, father, from all the current signs, it seems like this. This beast is a complete murderer, a demon in human skin."

The middle-aged man's chest obviously rose and fell violently several times, and his voice was as cold as the cold wind blowing from hell.

"Very good, very good. This devil must be the true god's favorite sacrifice."

(End of this chapter)