Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

Chapter 1060 I have money

A few seconds passed, and when he saw Du Weiguo still standing there with a joking smile on his face, his scarred eyes immediately panicked.

"You, what are you~"

"Not dizzy?"

Du Weiguo sneered and took over his words, his tone full of sarcasm: "Silly dog, this piece of shit of yours must have expired, right?"

"Impossible~ Baga, you dare to tease me, come out and kill him!"

Scar's eyes were stunned for a moment, and then he realized what he was doing and became angry, calling out to the dark alley.

"Hula~"

Following his shout, the strong men lying in ambush in the dark alley immediately took out their swords and axes from their arms and rushed out towards Du Weiguo with a fierce look.

But a moment later, they flew back faster than when they came, and their chests were kicked violently by Du Weiguo from different angles.

What is Du Weiguo's strength? After being kicked by him, the chests of these unlucky guys were visibly dented, and they didn't even make a sound, they simply collapsed.

Seeing such an explosion and almost magical killing efficiency, Scar's eyes were completely stunned. He stood there dumbly as if he had been hit by a body-holding spell.

Deliberately leaving one alive, of course it was not because Du Weiguo suddenly softened his heart.

He has killed countless people now, all in units of tens of thousands. He is used to seeing mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and his heart has been tempered as hard as iron. How can he soften his heart after hearing a few words of begging for mercy?

These audacious guys, who dare to cruelly abuse children and rob openly in the street without fear, most likely have a background behind them or have the support of other forces. At the very least, they must be committing crimes in a gang.

It would be fine if he hadn't met him. Now that he had met him, Du Weiguo would not sit idly by and ignore it. He would definitely eliminate all evil.

Du Weiguo is not a holy mother, let alone a defender of justice. On the contrary, he is the number one person in the dark world, and is regarded as a god by all the monsters hiding in the darkness.

However, Du Weiguo still hopes that within his own ability, he can make the world less evil. After all, he was once an ordinary person.

After a few seconds, Scarred Eyes finally reacted and turned to look at his companions who had fallen to the ground without any sound.

He was not stupid. He knew that he had kicked an iron plate, or an extremely hard titanium alloy steel plate. He quickly fell to his knees and begged for mercy in a trembling voice:

"Spare, spare my life."

While begging with scarred eyes, he even tried to hug Du Weiguo's thigh, but like a bastard, he was kicked down mercilessly.

Du Weiguo scolded in a cold voice: "I can spare your life, but there are conditions."

This guy with scarred eyes has been hanging out on the street all day long, and he has also developed some eye skills. He is well versed in the ability to tell people what they say and ghosts to tell lies.

Hearing Du Weiguo's words, he quickly stumbled to his feet, tears streaming down his face, and he begged for mercy without words:

"No matter what you ask, I will agree to it."

"Ha~ Really?"

Du Weiguo sneered and took out his cigarette case, lit a cigarette, slowly exhaled the smoke, and said in a faint tone:

"Okay, take me back to your lair to see you."

Upon hearing this, Scar's eyes trembled subconsciously, obviously he understood, but this guy was also cunning, and he wanted to pretend to be stupid and quibble with Du Weiguo in an attempt to get through.

"Lao Lao? What Lao Lao, sir, I, I don't understand what you mean~ah~"

But before he could finish his words, Du Weiguo grabbed his arm and pulled him casually. His defense instantly turned into a shrill wail.

In the middle of the night, it's so dark that you can't see your fingers, and the silence is terrifying. Suddenly, a voice like a wailing sounds, and you immediately have the feeling of seeing a ghost movie, and the atmosphere of terror is immediately filled.

This time, Du Weiguo secretly played a cruel trick. It wasn't just as simple as dislocation. His radial head was directly pulled off, and the scarred arm was completely scrapped.

Du Weiguo pulled his arm again, and his scarred eyes rolled back in pain, and he even suppressed his screams.

"How's it going? Do you understand what I mean now?"

The scarred man covered his torn arm with snot and tears, and begged for mercy in a pitiful tone:

"I, I understand, I will take you there, it hurts, it hurts, please spare me."

"Fuck, you are such a bitch. If you don't drink a toast, you will be punished with a drink."

Du Weiguo cursed, reached out and grabbed his neck, and led him up like a puppy: "Lead the way."

At 2: in the morning, the night is like ink, west of Osaka Castle, Mount Samao.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a long-abandoned wood processing factory. In the dilapidated and leaky factory building, until now, there is still a faint firelight, which looks like a will-o'-the-wisp against the dark background.

The main part of the wood factory is a relatively spacious wood workshop. At this moment, a dozen sloppy men are sitting in a circle around a bonfire.

Several black roast chickens with only their skeletons left were roasting on the fire, and countless empty wine bottles were piled on the ground.

The entire space was filled with a strong smell of alcohol, mixed with an unknown stench. These men were already a bit drunk on their faces at this moment, and they were shouting and playing loudly.

When he walked into the workshop with his scarred eyes covering his arms, the bearded man sitting in the middle seat C, although his face was red from drinking, was still sharp-eyed and spotted him immediately.

"Scar Eye, why did you come back by yourself? Where are Okamoto and the others?"

"Oh, oh, I came back first~" Scarred Eyes hesitated and said vaguely.

However, this bearded man is not easy to fool, after seeing clearly the embarrassed look of the scarred eyes at the moment, and Du Weiguo following him.

He suddenly stood up, frowned, and his tone became very harsh:

"Scar Eye, what's wrong with your arm? And this fat, stupid guy behind you, who the hell is he?"

"Damn, you actually called me a fat man and a big fool. What a fool." Du Weiguo laughed angrily, pushed his scarred eyes away, and walked out from behind him.

In fact, people calling him fat, stupid and big are quite accurate. When I came here just now, I passed by a very unique fur shop.

When Du Wei came to Guoxing, he deliberately changed his clothes and put on a dark brown otter fur hat. The brim of the hat was pushed down very low, blocking his brow. He also wore a long, bloated brown mink coat.

This outfit, coupled with Du Weiguo's tall figure, looked like an upright brown bear, full of oppression.

Du Weiguo glanced at the beard with contempt, clasped his hands on his chest, and his voice was deliberately disguised, low and hoarse:

"Are you a wild boar?"

On the way here, Du Weiguo had already asked a rough idea from Scar's eyes and mouth. This bearded man, nicknamed Mountain Boar, was the leader of their group of harvesters.

As for whether there are other forces or bosses behind them, scarred eyes are too low-level and he doesn't know. Only Shanzhu himself knows.

"Baga! Who the hell are you? You dare to come to my house and run wild. Are you tired of living?"

The wild boar was originally holding a piece of chicken bone in his hand, but when he heard this, he immediately smashed the bone on the ground, stared at Du Weiguo with dumbfounded eyes, and cursed angrily.

Hearing his roar, the group of warriors under him all stood up and picked up sharp knives and hatchets from their arms or hands, laughing maliciously.

Scar Eyes is an out-and-out gangster who cares about eating but not fighting. Perhaps because he sees that his side has a large number of people and strong troops and horses, he feels that he can do it again.

"Boss, boss, this bastard just killed Okamoto and the others! He also broke my arm~"

Finding an opening, he covered his arms with scarred eyes, bypassed Du Weiguo, and ran towards the wild boar quickly, complaining as he ran.

Upon hearing this, the wild boar suddenly became furious, and a vicious light shot out from its small mung bean-like eyes.

"Nani? Anyone who dares to touch me, brothers, chop him to death!"

"Damn it!"

Upon hearing the boss's greeting, these guys were not ambiguous. They immediately showed a fierce look in their eyes, roared, and rushed towards Du Weiguo with knives and axes.

Needless to say, the gangsters or gangsters here in Japan are absolutely powerful enough when fighting desperately. I really don’t give up.

"boom!"

At this moment, harsh gunshots suddenly sounded. Scary Eyes, who had just run ten meters in front of the wild boar, suddenly fell down. A bloody hole was opened in his back, and blood bloomed on his chest.

Du Weiguo's mood was a bit irritable at the moment, so he had no intention of talking nonsense and went straight to kill without saying anything!

However, in Japan, the anti-gun laws are implemented very strictly and thoroughly. When these gangsters fight, most of them fight with swords and axes.

Suddenly hearing the sound of gunshots, these gangsters were all frightened and froze involuntarily.

"Bang bang bang~"

They were dumbfounded, but Du Weiguo was not dumbfounded. He held a gun in both hands and attacked from left and right. The gangsters fell down like waves of wheat blown by the wind.

But the strange thing is that today these gangsters were not killed instantly by headshots, but were shot in various parts.

Chest, abdomen, neck, even thighs and shoulders, and each person was not only shot once. The most unlucky tall man was shot three times.

Du Weiguo used two brand-new GP35s today, which are Browning m1935 automatic pistols produced by Argentina's state-owned arsenal.

The magazine was fully loaded with a total of 26 rounds of 9×19mm Parabellum pistol bullets. It killed only 12 gangsters, and actually left 3 fish including the wild boar behind.

Such a huge loss of standard was certainly intentional by Du Weiguo, otherwise how could it be possible?

Don't tell me, considering his devilish shooting skills and his perverted hobby of always killing his head with headshots, it would be quite difficult to deliberately miss the target.

As for why he did this, it's because this is Osaka, close to the Port of Kobe, the headquarters of the Yamaguchi-gumi, and the Yamaguchi-gumi is his very important partner in Japan, and they are closely related.

Du Weiguo didn't want to reveal his identity, which led to Osaka Castle being placed under martial law. Even more serious, he might have the Yamaguchi-gumi follow him and be angered by the Mitsui family, or even be uprooted.

There is no need to doubt this at all. The Mitsui family, even the Mitsui family, which has lost the magic needle of Mitsui Kame, has fallen into internal strife and has declined.

It is still easy to defeat the Yamaguchi-gumi. The Mitsui clan, which has been inherited for hundreds of years and has deep roots, is not of the same size and level as the gang.

Not to mention now, even in later generations, the Yamaguchi-gumi has become bigger and stronger, spreading its branches and leaves, with tentacles all over Japan and even all fields around the world.

In front of the Mitsui family, it is still not worth mentioning, which means that dog meat cannot be included in the banquet.

After emptying the bullets, Du Weiguo quickly inserted the pistol behind his waist. When he took out his arm again, he had already grasped two small pistols with cold light shining on them. With his piercing eyes, he rushed towards Shanmao and the others like a cheetah.

After putting on a whole show, Du Weiguo planned to deal with the remaining two gangsters with close combat. Anyway, in the end, only the wild boar was left alive for interrogation, which was enough.

However, seeing Du Weiguo charging towards him with murderous intent, the two gangsters and the wild boar who were lucky enough to survive lost all the courage to fight and turned around and ran away without hesitation.

Regardless of how cruel and brutal they were when dealing with those children, to put it bluntly, he was still a lowly gangster at heart.

More than a dozen lives were harvested by Du Weiguo in just a few seconds. When had they ever seen such terrifying killing efficiency?

This was not a desperate act at all, but a naked slaughter. The wild boar and the others were so frightened that their livers and gallbladders were split apart. They only wished that their parents had lost two legs.

"puff!"

A ray of cold light flew past the wild boar's ear and pierced the back of the boy in front of him on the left. The gap between his ribs was as deep as the handle. The huge momentum made the unlucky guy fall down instantly.

But he didn't die, because the knife didn't hit his vitals at all, but he couldn't survive for long.

After about a few seconds, Du Weiguo rushed over, stomping heavily on his back like a big iron hoof.

"Click~"

The piercing sound of bone cracking sounded instantly.

What's Du Weiguo's current physique? Weighing nearly 500 pounds, the unlucky guy's ribs were broken at least 6 or 7 times, and his eyes were bulging out.

The sharp fractures in his ribs instantly pierced his heart, making it impossible for gods to save him.

While trampling the unlucky guy to death, Du Weiguo also threw out the last of his ribs and inserted it deeply into the mountain boar's thigh.

"Pfft!"

The wild boar's legs suddenly went weak, and he fell heavily to the ground, holding his thighs and wailing.

Du Weiguo ignored him at all, took a long stride and passed him, rushing towards the last remaining gangster.

Hearing the heavy footsteps behind him, the guy who was lucky enough to survive to the end suddenly felt like he was dead and almost became incontinent on the spot.

But he is not stupid, he is a sensible person. He knows in his heart that if he continues to run, he will definitely die.

Du Weiguo was now empty-handed and had no weapons. If he fought hard, he might still be able to win a glimmer of hope.

"Baga Yalu, go to hell!"

The guy howled, turned around suddenly, threw the short ax in his hand towards Du Weiguo's head, and at the same time, he also rushed towards him.

Du Weiguo turned his head sideways and ducked, dodging the hatchet calmly, and then like a crazed bull, he hit his chest hard with his shoulder.

"boom!"

This guy's chest instantly felt as if it had been hit by a battering ram. It was so dented that it looked like a kite.

He flew straight back 5 or 6 meters and hit the wall hard. When he landed, he was already a puddle of mud.

After killing the last gangster, Du Weiguo slowly walked back to the wild boar.

Under Du Weiguo's exquisite control, the small rib pinned accurately into the lateral femoral nerve plexus of the boar's thigh. This heartbreaking pain was simply not something humans could bear.

At this moment, the wild boar was covering his wound, rolling on the ground and wailing. He couldn't stand up at all, and he didn't dare to pull out his ribs. It hurt so much when he touched it.

Du Weiguo lit a cigarette, slowly exhaled the smoke, then stretched out his big muddy leather boots, stepped heavily on his fat face, and cursed loudly.

"Baga Yalu, you pig, have you had enough howling?"

The wild boar had long lost its previous unruly demeanor. Like a maggot, it squirmed and trembled on the ground, praying humbly:

"Your Excellency, please forgive me, spare your life, please, please spare me, I have money, I can give you a lot of money."

Du Weiguo was amused by him: "Hehehe, are you rich?"

The wild boar's fat face immediately shook as he was stepped on: "Yes, yes, I, I have money."

Damn it, to this day, there are still people who dare to swear in front of him and brazenly say that they are rich. This is really just Guan Gong playing tricks on him.

To be honest, the windfall that was collected from Mitsui's old house was the essence of the Mitsui family's collection over hundreds of years. Du Weiguo has not yet had time to take stock of it carefully.

The key is that antiques that can be handed down from generation to generation are priceless treasures, and there is no way to estimate their value.

However, the gold alone is no less than a few hundred tons, and if other gems are included, according to the current market price, it is worth at least hundreds of millions of dollars, no matter how high it is.

In addition to the small treasury accumulated by Du Weiguo before, he now has no less than 20 billion US dollars in cash at his disposal.

This money, converted into Japanese yen, is enough to several trillions. If you round it up, you can buy the entire Osaka Castle. Du Weiguo smiled even more:

"Have money? Boar, how much money do you have?"

"1000 million, 1000 million yen, I can give you all the money, please, please, please leave me a message."

1000 yen is less than 10 U.S. dollars. Du Weiguo will naturally not take this small amount of money seriously, but for a low-level gangster, this amount of money is really not small.

Du Weiguo took out a pure gold limited edition Dupont lighter, waved it in front of him, and asked in a joking tone:

"Haha, 1000 million yen? Shanzhu, do you think I will be short of you for such a small amount of money?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Du Weiguo put away the lighter, reached out suddenly and grasped the small rib inserted into the boar's butt, twisted it slightly, and then pulled it out without hesitation and pressed it against his neck.

"Uh~"

The wild boar was suddenly so painful that his veins popped out, and his facial features were distorted beyond human shape. He was frightened and frightened, and begged for mercy without hesitation:

"Please, don't, don't kill, I, I am the boss, Iwasaki Seihei, the young master of the Iwasaki family!"