Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

Chapter 1140 The Real Weakness of the Demon God

As evening approached, the sky gradually darkened, and fiery clouds rose from the western horizon, painted as red as blood by the sunset.

There is a high probability of rain tomorrow, heavy rain.

In the detached villa in Nava Sheva Port, Mumbai City, the conversation between Leonard and Marsal continues.

"Reynard, what are we still doing in India? Eating shitty curry every day? Arrange a flight right now, and we'll go directly to Switzerland!"

Marsar's temper was getting worse and worse, and his tone towards Reynard was becoming more and more impolite.

He no longer had the bearing of a hero who could remain calm even when faced with a mountain collapse. This was because the pressure Du Weiguo brought to him was too great, like a mountain or a prison.

It's like the god of death approaching step by step. Under the threat of death, no one can remain calm.

"Switzerland?"

Leonard had no hair at all, and his bald head, which looked like a boiled egg, made a strange expression, probably raising his eyebrows.

"Go to Switzerland, Marsar, you want to touch the woman of the evil spirit again?"

His tone was teasing, and there was a slight glimpse of contempt in his eyes.

As one of the most powerful men in the CIA and a powerful intelligence chief, Leonard is a man who specializes in using his brain.

Naturally, he looked down on people like Marsal, who came from a cult, lived in the gutter, only knew how to solve problems with violence, and often brought disaster to their families.

If Du Weiguo wasn't so powerful and had unparalleled fighting strength, he would never have cooperated with this group of evil spirits.

Marsar heard the contempt in Reinard's tone. He rolled his eyelids and glared at him fiercely, saying in a sinister voice:

"Tsk, that's right. Director Reynard is incredibly powerful and has many means at his disposal. He must have a better and more reliable plan. Come on, tell me what you want, and I'll do it."

"Ha~" Facing Marsar's ridicule, Reynard sneered indifferently:

“Martal, don’t waste your energy. Even if you really go to Zurich, it will be in vain. The woman named Yang has already left.

She is in London now, and must be hidden by MI6. Even I can't find her in a short time, let alone you."

Upon hearing this, Marsal frowned and asked, "She went to London?"

  Leonard did not answer immediately. After taking a few breaths of oxygen, he slowly nodded and said:

"Well, the Demon God is not a brainless idiot. Before leaving for Citibank, he made very careful arrangements for his rear."

The indirect implication of his words was very obvious, and Marsal's face suddenly turned pale, and his eyes were so fierce that he looked like he wanted to eat someone.

  Leonard continued nonchalantly:

"Except for this man surnamed Yang, the two women he had in Siam are now in hiding, and his elite troops and masters have gathered together, ready for battle.

This includes the strongest force of the Sha Shen, the dog demon named Nightmare. Masal, you are no match for this lineup, whether it is a sneak attack or a head-on attack, and you will surely die."

These words are so harsh, it's a blatant slap in the face.

Marsal's face was as black as ink, but the facts were as hard as iron, and he could not find any reason to refute. Veins on his forehead bulged out, and his back teeth were clenched as he thought.

  Leonard pretended not to see it and continued to provoke with a teasing tone:

"Now, if you want to move them, you have to use a pineapple, but there are tens of thousands of American troops stationed in Pattaya~"

"enough!"

Marsar could no longer listen and interrupted him with a roar:

"Reynard, stop talking nonsense and arrange a plane immediately. I want to leave this damn place as soon as possible!"

"Cough cough~" Leonard was about to speak when he couldn't help coughing again and quickly put the oxygen mask on his face.

While breathing oxygen, he spoke incoherently:

"No, no, Masar, we can't leave Tianzhu now."

Marsal was completely furious. He stood up, walked forward, ripped off Leonard's oxygen mask, and lifted up his collar.

He growled through gnashing teeth:

"Why? Why do we still have to stay in this damn place where the air is filled with the smell of cow shit? Leonard, you better give me a reasonable reason!"

"Hey, hey~ man, calm down, you hurt me, without me, I'm afraid you can't hide for even a day, so please let me go immediately."

Leonard stretched out a hand and patted his wrist with difficulty. His voice was hoarse and it was extremely difficult for him to speak, but his tone was still calm, so calm that it was maddening.

"Humph!"

Masar snorted coldly, pushed him hard against the back of the chair, and scolded him fiercely:

"Reynard, you better understand the current situation. You are no longer the director of the CIA who can call the wind and rain.

You can't go back to America, we are now tied to the same rope, you better stop playing tricks."

  At the end, Masar threatened sternly:

"Now, Leonard, you'd better give me a reasonable answer."

  Leonard twisted his painful neck and nodded with some difficulty:

"Of course, of course. In about three days, a cargo ship called the Queen will depart from the Port of Dover and arrive at the Port of Navasheva."

Marthal's patience ran out. "And what? What's on this damn ship?"

Leonard rubbed his fingers together, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said in a deep voice, word by word:

"There is a Hercules warhead on the Queen, made by the Birmingham Institute, with the detonator removed. It has a yield of 25 tons, enough to destroy a small country."

This is not just a fabrication by the old man. England did send big pineapples to his henchman Tianzhu before the 70s.

At that time, the disguised freighter responsible for transporting the warheads was intercepted by the Soviet Union's warships in the Gulf of Oman, which almost triggered a nuclear war crisis.

  "He warhead?" Masar's eyes suddenly lit up, and his anger disappeared in an instant, his voice trembling a little:

"Reynard, you, you didn't lie to me?"

Although Marsar is a person with extraordinary powers and was previously the leader of a cult, in the eyes of ordinary people, he is almost a god.

However, a super killer weapon like Diablo that can destroy the world is still not something he can covet.

This thing is a strategic weapon. Every country that holds it treasures it very much and manages it very strictly. It cannot be used easily, let alone leaked out easily.

No amount of money will do!

There is no doubt that even in the future, no matter whether it is Saddam or Bin Laden, they will not be able to get even a small pineapple no matter how hard they try, even if they dig a hole in the door.

If they had been able to hold a big pineapple in their hands back then, perhaps their fate would not have ended so lonely and miserable.

I'm getting off topic. Seeing Marsal looking like a greedy pig, his saliva is almost flowing out.

The contempt in Reynard's eyes became more and more intense, and he could hardly conceal it. Fortunately, at this moment, Marsal was in the excitement of a cerebral orgasm and did not notice it.

  "Of course, there's no way I could lie to you about this." Leonard nodded.

"In fact, the reason why I chose Tianzhu as the battlefield was because of this nuclear warhead. I didn't expect that the evil spirit would move so fast. He arrived before the warhead even arrived."

What he said is true. He is good at planning.

Those who plan for victory before the battle have made many plans, and those who plan for defeat before the battle have made few plans. Those who plan more will win, and those who plan less will lose.

Long before Du Weiguo set out for the Russian Bear, he had anticipated that the plan might fail, and began to arrange a new killing plan on the Tianzhu side.

According to Leonard's original plan, Mikhail and the Avengers would cooperate in Moscow even if they could not win.

At least he could kill a few of Du Weiguo's men and delay the time long enough for him to get the big pineapple.

At that time, the fuel-air bomb will be the first wave of attack, Diablo will be the second wave, and Marsal and his men will be the last wave, responsible for finishing off the enemy and cleaning up the mess.

If Leonard's plan could really be realized, then even if Du Weiguo could barely escape, none of his subordinates would be spared, including Miss Hu.

At that time, Marsal will lead a large group of people with special abilities to beat up Du Weiguo. Unless he reveals his teleportation skill on the spot, he can only escape in disgrace.

Of course, when making this plan, Leonard was not sure whether Du Weiguo had the ability to teleport.

After all, he is an old hand. After a brief excitement, Masar calmed down, frowned, and asked in a serious tone:

"Reynard, according to your judgment, this bastard Sha Shen has the ability to teleport. Even if we have nuclear warheads, we probably won't be able to kill him, right?"

Just as he was about to speak, Leonard's asthma recurred and he had to put on an oxygen mask and breathe deeply.

"Huff~Huff~" After a long while, he slowly took off his mask and let out a long breath.

Perhaps it was because of the good news about Big Pineapple that Marsal's patience increased a little, so even though he was extremely impatient, he still resisted the urge to hurry.

"First of all, the demon god's teleportation ability is still in the speculation stage. There is no actual evidence. Even if it is true, there must be a distance limit. At most, it is a few kilometers, and it is within the range of the nuclear explosion."

His throat hurt so much that Leonard rubbed his throat subconsciously and continued:

"Secondly, we didn't develop this warhead to kill him directly."

Upon hearing this, Masar frowned immediately: "What is it used for? Bombing Siam or Guyana?"

"Ah~"

Leonard sighed secretly. If there was any other choice, he really didn't want to work with a reckless teammate like Marsal.

"Masar, the He weapon is a strategic deterrent weapon, not a grenade that can be detonated at will. When it is primed but not fired, it is when it is most powerful."

Madfak, you bald guy who has been abandoned by both your family and your country, why the hell are you still acting so superior in front of me?

  After I get rid of the evil spirit, I will kill you with my own hands!

Marsal was no fool and could still hear the strong disdain in Reinard's tone. He cursed him hatefully in his heart.

"Reynard, I'm not your subordinate, stop preaching to me and just answer the question!"

  "Ok, ok~" Leonard spread his hands and agreed without hesitation. Although he said so, he still habitually asked back:

"Masal, where do you think the lifeblood of the evil spirit is?"

Smart people have a common problem: they unconsciously show off their intelligence, and especially enjoy the feeling of being superior and crushing others.

  Marsar finally managed to hold back his anger and replied with a dark face:

"Of course it's the woman named Yang from Switzerland, Leonard, do you think I'm a fool? I've already investigated it.

"This Yang is the only legal wife of the God of Death. He left China and fought against the Eight Hundred Dragons to avenge her!"

"Hehe~" Leonard chuckled, nodded without comment, and then shook his head:

"Masal, you are right, but also wrong~"

"call out!"

Marsal could no longer bear it and finally lost his temper. A wind blade, like a sharp arrow, slashed across Reynald's cheek, leaving a scar on his face.

There was a fierce light in Masar's eyes, and he warned fiercely:

"Reynard, I'm warning you one last time. If you have something to say, just say it directly. Don't keep me in suspense! If you do it again, I'll kill you!"

"Hey, hey, man, you are too nervous, relax, if you kill me, you will only lose a powerful ally, other than that, you will not gain anything."

Leonard raised his hand to wipe the scar on his cheek, then gently rubbed the dripping blood with two fingers, his face expressionless and his tone still unhurried.

In terms of temperament and sophistication, he is a hundred blocks ahead of Masar.

Moreover, he was indeed fearless and did not care about the threats at all. Without his shelter and protection, Marsal and his group would never be able to leave India.

Unless they cross the Himalayas and enter China to seek death, no matter how they choose to leave the country, their whereabouts will be exposed at the first moment.

Then he will face the joint attack from the Sixth Bureau, the KGB, Du Weiguo and the evil spirits.

Even though Leonard has been abandoned by Citigroup and the CIA and seems to have become a discarded pawn, as the old saying goes, a lean camel is bigger than a horse.

As a hidden man of the Rockefeller family and the director of the CIA's Third Bureau for nearly 20 years, he has always been deeply involved in the Asia region, making countless moves and possessing incredible power.

"Fuck! Enough, stop rambling and get down to business."

"Quiana, this is the real weakness of the evil god."

Perhaps it was because Leonard's patience was worn out, or perhaps it was because Marsal's threat worked, so this time he did not sell the pipe, but directly gave the answer.

"Quiana, the person in charge over there is just a young girl. How long will the evil spirit stay there~~"

Marsal frowned and denied it, but was interrupted by Leonard raising his hand.

"No, Sha Shen is not a fool who only has eyes for women and is dominated by his lower body. Or maybe he was like that before, but he has changed now."

  Ignoring Marsal's fierce gaze, Reynald continued:

"If you knew how much resources he has invested in Guyana in the past year, you would not question my words."

  At this point, Leonard held up three fingers:

“US$120 billion in cash, Citigroup’s top-notch Oak Ridge Laboratory, and 76 factories, including car factories and arsenals.

There are also more than 60 Chinese immigrants and more than 200 million immigrants from America and Europe. Moreover, these figures are increasing every day.”

At this moment, Leonard's voice became solemn and distant, as if it came from the depths of his soul.

"Masal, do you understand what these data represent? The Sha Shen rebuilt a country in Quiana from scratch in just one year."

"It is rich, advanced, and developing rapidly. It is a country with Chinese as the main body of society. It is expected to become the third superpower!"

At this point, Leonard's face turned as red as blood, and his voice became uncontrollably excited, clanging like the sound of metal clashing.

But his handsomeness didn't last for more than three seconds, as he immediately started coughing violently.

  After a long time, he finally stopped coughing and took some oxygen. He managed to catch his breath and sighed softly, his tone melancholy:

"Fuck, my damn body."

While Reynald was catching his breath, Marsal managed to recover from his shock, but he looked a little lonely and his eyes were a little dejected.

It was not until this moment that he realized how huge the gap was between himself and the evil god. They were simply beings from different dimensions.

If I had known he was so arrogant, I would not have provoked him.

However, there is no medicine for regret in this world. Now he is in a dilemma and it is impossible for him to quit even if he wants to.

Because Du Weiguo will keep hunting him down until he sends him to hell.

"So, Reynard, do you think that the extremely inflated ambition of the Fiend God has changed his original character? He no longer cares about these lovers?"

Marsal's voice was hoarse and his confidence was obviously lacking.

"No, he still cares, but it's nothing compared to Quia. This rising country is what he cares about the most. It is his foundation."

Masar's IQ finally returned, and he asked in a deep voice:

"So, you want to transport this warhead to Guyana? And destroy his foundation directly?"

"No!" Leonard rejected it without even a second's hesitation.

"I've just said that the most correct way to use the He warhead is to keep it in the air without firing it. As long as it can be transported to Shengzhidun, the death god will be in my grasp!"

(End of this chapter)