Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

Chapter 1134: Is it the fish that dies, or the net that breaks?

Late at night, India, Firozpur Chirga city.

This small mountain town, which was once densely populated, has now completely turned into a ruin and a dead city. Not only are there no human voices or dog barking, even the sound of birds singing is gone. It is as silent as death.

At this moment, the sky above the entire city was filled with thick leaden clouds, as black as ink. These were the smoke and ashes that rose after the fuel-air bomb burned everything.

Endless streaks of ash floated in the air, like a mud-black snowstorm, rendering the entire world chaotic and as if it were the end of the world.

In the west of the city, dozens of kilometers away from the explosion site, on a hillside that was still in ruins, Du Weiguo met up with Miss Hu and her group who had rushed over in a hurry.

The situation in the east of the city, near the explosion site, is even more horrible.

The originally lush foothills had now turned into a dark, gentle slope that stretched as far as the eye could see, bare and looking like an upside-down broken iron pot.

This horrifying scene didn’t look like anything from the world of the living. Everyone was shocked, their faces solemn.

"Duda, are you okay?"

Miss Hu ran over first, as fast as a ghost.

When she was asking the questions, her eyes were shining brightly. She looked up and down, almost inch by inch, of Du Weiguo's body, and even sniffled while scanning.

She was afraid that Du Weiguo would be seriously injured like he was in Moscow before, but he tried to cover it up.

  Du Weiguo shook his head:

"It's okay. Before the explosion, I sensed the danger in time and dodged it immediately. However, several agents from the Sixth Division and the helicopter are gone."

"Are you really okay?"

Apart from Du Weiguo, Miss Hu didn't care about anyone else at all, and she didn't even have the interest to ask any more questions.

Du Weiguo smiled bitterly: "Really."

Although she didn't find any clues and didn't smell the strong smell of blood, Miss Hu was still skeptical:

"Really?"

  Du Weiguo pulled his clothes helplessly:

"Yeah, really, I ran fast and wasn't affected at all. Hu Da, can you tell by looking at my clothes?"

The clothes Du Weiguo was wearing now were indeed the same ones he wore when he left New Delhi yesterday evening.

Barbour's classic black waxed fabric waterproof windbreaker with hood.

Although there was a lot of dust and mud on the windbreaker, making it look a little messy, it was very intact, without even a scratch.

Given Du Weiguo's abnormally strong physique, since his clothes were fine, he would definitely be fine too.

"That's good. Damn it, these bastards really spent a lot of money. Du Da, what kind of bomb is this? A small nuclear bomb? The power is too amazing."

Miss Hu finally breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help turning her head to look at the flattened foothills in the distance, her tone full of lingering fear.

"Ms. Hu, this should be Citi's BLU-86 fuel-air explosive bomb, an advanced version of the BLU-82 model. It was just developed and put into actual combat at the beginning of this year."

"This type of fuel-air explosive bomb is horrifically powerful, second only to nuclear bombs. It has only been used once in the Khe Sanh battlefield in Yonan, causing thousands of casualties, including civilians."

Gibson took the initiative to answer the questions. This guy not only has good eyesight, but is also a very competent and excellent spy.

He has a sufficient reserve of knowledge and extensive information channels, and is well-informed about all the latest models of weapons and battlefield dynamics around the world.

  Du Weiguo asked with a serious face:

"Gibson, as far as you know, is Citibank the only company that has relatively mature technology for this?"

"Yes!" Gibson blurted out almost without thinking:

"Mr. Wesley, currently only Citibank's Lincoln Laboratory in Lexington, Massachusetts, has the most complete practical technology for fuel-air explosive bombs."

Although he admired Gibson's superb professionalism, Du Weiguo was in a gloomy mood and was in no mood to praise him.

"Gibson, then through what channels can we get this kind of weapon now? It must be of the same power."

Du Weiguo pointed at the "black pot" in the distance and asked in a cold voice.

"Absolutely impossible! A fuel-air bomb of this power is already a strategic weapon of the same level as nuclear weapons.

Only the Citigroup military has the right to use it. No one else, no matter what channel, official or private, can buy it no matter how much money they spend. "

Gibson's tone was extremely firm and decisive.

"Hehe~" Du Weiguo laughed, and his tone became gloomy and playful:

"So, Gibson, what you're saying now is that the Citigroup military is openly attacking me? It's so obvious, are they going to go to war with me?"

"Uh~" Gibson was suddenly speechless.

"Impossible! Wesley, the attitude of the Citibank military and even the entire Citibank top management towards you is cooperative, and they will never start a war lightly!"

Reina, who had insisted on coming along, saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly stepped forward and took over the conversation.

No matter from what standpoint, she didn't want Du Weiguo to go to war with Citibank, and what she said was the truth.

In fact, the attitude of Citibank’s top management towards Du Weiguo had become quite ambiguous since before he entered Soviet Russia.

Without the Freemasons' interference and fanning the flames, the voices for peace were far greater than those for war.

And now, Du Weiguo's previous series of operations in Moscow, which were comparable to the havoc in heaven, have been reported back to Washington.

CIA Director Douglas and the current President Johnson who was kept in the dark were all dumbfounded.

Especially the latter, who have been struggling to stay in office recently and are completely unaware of this situation.

I heard that the Avengers, which was formed by several people with special abilities and at great cost, has been wiped out.

Moreover, without the knowledge of the president, they exceeded their authority and secretly sneaked into the territory of the Russian Bear, ambushed Du Weiguo, and bombed the Kremlin.

Hearing this series of bad news, Johnson was shocked and almost vomited blood on the spot. He wished he could strangle Douglas to death.

This is really a case of stealing a chicken but losing the rice. Not only did he anger the Russian bear, but he also provoked the most terrifying assassin in history, the God of Evil.

The key was the Soviet Union’s reaction, which made him feel a chill running down his spine.

Think about what Du Weiguo did in Soviet Russia. He treated the Moscow city area as a battlefield, resulting in the deaths of countless civilians and indirectly leading to the bombing of the Kremlin.

At the same time, he also threatened to abdicate the current supreme leader of the Soviet Union, and finally forced the Minister of Internal Affairs Mikhail to death.

Any one of these would be considered a severe violation of the Soviet Union's bottom line and a heavy slap in their face.

However, the Soviet Union's reaction now is very strange. They turned a deaf ear to Du Weiguo's actions, and then pointed all the blame on Citibank.

Fortunately, although all the Avengers' special users were wiped out, they were either foreigners or wanted criminals, and the rest had their files completely deleted.

However, Nim, an agent affiliated with the CIA, reacted quickly and ran away in time, so he was not caught.

There is no concrete evidence at hand. Although the Russian bears are very angry about Citigroup now, they cannot take action immediately.

However, the KGB is now looking for trouble with the CIA all over the world like a mad dog, and is determined to dig up Nim no matter how deep the ground is.

In just three days, there were no less than hundreds of fierce clashes between the two sides in the Middle East and Europe alone, resulting in nearly a thousand casualties.

They are all going crazy.

At this point, let me briefly mention Observer Nim. This guy is an experienced veteran. He is very alert and insightful.

He hid himself very well, and now not only the KGB was looking for him, but even the CIA had lost track of him as well.

Nim knew clearly in his heart that no matter which party found him, he would not have a good ending.

The KGB would use all kinds of unimaginable cruel means to force him to confess, and at the same time force him to commit treason and testify against Citibank.

As for the CIA, they must have issued a kill order, and would kill him the first time they saw him, without even a second of hesitation. So, the current situation is like this.

Citigroup's top executives are now extremely worried. Apart from worrying about a sudden attack from the Soviet Union, they are also concerned about another Cuban Missile Crisis.

At the same time, you must be wary of the enraged evil spirit and face his elusive and unexpected assassinations.

Under such circumstances, they could hardly bear to put aside their dignity and kneel down to beg Du Weiguo to let them go. How could they possibly take the initiative to provoke him?

"what!"

However, upon hearing this, Du Weiguo was so angry that he laughed, and his tone was full of sarcasm.

"Really? Deputy Minister Reina, then according to you, this fuel-air explosive bomb was not made by the Americans. Could it be that it was made by the Indians?"

Du Weiguo was angry and spoke in a sarcastic tone, obviously trying to argue with others. He also mocked Reina's position.

India did not successfully test its nuclear weapon until 30 years later, and everyone knew exactly where they got their nuclear weapons.

It was nothing more than a gift from the former master to this incompetent watchdog who ate everything in order to contain the Eastern Dragon.

If we let them develop independently, it will probably take another 100 years.

As for India at the moment, its industrial base is almost non-existent. Let alone fuel-air explosive bombs, it is extremely difficult to independently produce compliant artillery shells.

"Okay, Duda, stop biting everyone you see like a mad dog."

At times like this, only Miss Hu dared to speak up for justice.

“Du Da, Reina is right. There is no reason for Citibank to take the initiative to provoke you now if they are really determined to go to war with you.

Don't they have a weapon more powerful than this fuel-air bomb? Or do you think they care about the lives of the Indians?"

Miss Hu is not only brave enough to speak, but also able to hit the nail on the head.

Indeed, if Citibank was really forced into a desperate situation and wanted to completely eliminate the scourge of Du Weiguo at one time, they could completely use high-yield nuclear weapons.

Large-yield nuclear weapons, that is, nuclear weapons of 10 tons or more, are truly weapons of mass destruction capable of destroying a country.

As early as the early 60s, the United States and Russia, two sides of the Cold War, had successfully detonated hydrogen bombs with an equivalent of over million tons.

What does that mean? With one strike, half of the province was gone.

Everything within tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of square kilometers will be turned into powder by the high temperature.

If the area is smaller, like Guyana, the entire country will be gone, and will be burned by radiation and no grass will grow in the next few decades.

It was also for this reason that Du Weiguo did not dare to stay in Guyana for long.

  He was afraid that his enemies would be forced into a desperate situation, so he really wanted to give him a big pineapple and destroy both of them!

Although Du Weiguo was angry and anxious at the moment, he was still rational. He knew that what Miss Hu said made sense, so he could only hold his anger in himself.

"Sorry, Rena, Gibson, I was in a bad mood just now, please speak~"

Reina interrupted him softly, her tone sincere:

"Wesley, there is no need for us to be polite. To put it bluntly, I am now living by relying on you. All the powers and responsibilities I have in the Sixth Office were given by you. We are closely related and share the same honor and disgrace."

Gibson also quickly followed suit and said, "Sir, you are too serious. My wording just now was not rigorous enough~"

"Alright, alright, stop being so polite. Is this a review meeting? Let's get down to business."

Miss Hu, who was always well-versed in human relations, suddenly changed her expression and coldly interrupted the atmosphere.

Just now, Reina's heartfelt speech and the oath of sharing life and death made her, a jealous person, feel jealous and extremely unhappy.

Du Weiguo turned his head and glanced at her. The big fox stiffened his neck, with a stubborn expression that said, "What are you looking at? I'm not wrong."

"Ah~"

This damn possessiveness, Du Weiguo sighed secretly, feeling a little amused.

However, in front of so many people, he couldn't directly embarrass Miss Hu, so he could only change the subject.

"Now, all the clues have been blown up by this thing. What should we do next? Tell me, do you have any suggestions?"

  Gibson had just joined Du Weiguo's team and was a little eager to show off, so he immediately responded:

"Sir, we can start with fuel-air explosive bombs. There are not many of these weapons, and the new models are even rarer."

Miss Hu immediately shook her head and denied it:

"It's useless. Since the other party dares to use it, they must have already dealt with the beginning and the end."

Having said that, Miss Hu shrugged in disgust and shook off the ashes on her body. She was a bit of a germaphobe.

Then he continued:

"There must be a reasonable reason for this bomb. I guess it is most likely lost during transportation."

  Reina seemed to have thought of something and interrupted:

"How did they detonate such a powerful fuel-air explosive bomb, which was pre-set? Was it a deadly soldier? Wesley, did you see any suspicious people nearby at that time?"

  Hearing this question, Du Weiguo suddenly thought of a question and turned directly to Gibson:

"Gibson, you are familiar with weapons. Let me ask you, how can this kind of fuel-air explosive bomb be detonated?"

After thinking for a moment, Gibson replied in a deep voice:

"Sir, the principle of a fuel-air bomb is to detonate flammable clouds, so it is usually divided into a mother bomb and a bullet. The mother bomb is responsible for instantly releasing flammable gas mixed with air, while the bullet is responsible for detonating it."

"The detonation methods usually include timing, impact triggering, optical sensing, radar signal control or electrical signal control."

Gibson was indeed professional. He explained the principle of this thing clearly in just two sentences.

Because this fuel-air bomb is buried in the ground and is stationary, all previous detonation methods that require movement can be eliminated.

The only possibility is that it was triggered by an electrical signal.

  Du Weiguo's eyes sparkled:

"So, Gibson, if it's detonated via an electrical signal, what's the maximum distance?"

"If there is no signal relay tower, the maximum distance for an electrical signal to detonate should not exceed 5 kilometers.

No, but if we use satellite signals, then, it’s hard to say. In theory, it can be dozens of kilometers.”

The more Gibson spoke, the more guilty he felt. He thought of a very scary possibility, and by the end he was sweating coldly.

But after hearing him say that, Du Weiguo's eyes lit up. Damn, this must be the case, and this is the only explanation that makes sense.

"Gibson, there shouldn't be many satellite phones in Tianzhu, right?"

At present, in the world, the only countries that own satellites are the Soviet Union, the United States, Britain and France, with a total of more than a dozen. Even the Sun is now leasing satellites from Citibank.

Therefore, the number of satellite phones is very limited, with only about 2000 in total worldwide, and almost every one of them can be traced.

Those who could be diverted to India were even rarer. At this point, his enemies were already obvious.

Gibson's forehead and back were instantly soaked with cold sweat, and his voice became stammered:

"No, not many. As far as I know, there should be no more than 20, Mr. Wesley. I will give you an accurate answer as soon as possible."

Du Weiguo nodded without comment, lit a cigarette, and said in a gloomy tone:

"Well, Gibson, we can't rule out the possibility that the other party activated a new phone that has not been registered."

"However, the KGB can help me check and rule out the possibility of borrowing Soviet satellites. France only has two satellites in total, so it shouldn't be difficult to rule it out."

At this point, his tone suddenly changed, becoming as cold as a knife:

"If the weapons are from Citibank and the satellite phone is also from Citibank, then I really went to the white building in Washington to have a cup of coffee. I want to try and see whether the fish dies or the net breaks."