Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

Chapter 1141 Until the last drop of blood is shed.

It was 7 o'clock in the evening. As it was still early spring, the sky darkened early and the cold wind was howling, as mournful as a ghost's howl.

Two military Land Rover jeeps slowly stopped on the side of the road.

At this moment, the city of Mumbai is already in sight. In the night, the huge outline of the city seems to be crawling quietly like a monster, ready to devour anyone.

"Wesley, I've said before that Citibank's attitude towards you now is primarily peace-oriented!"

In the first car, Reina, who was sitting in the back seat, held her forehead with her hand. Her expression was a little painful, her face a little sour, and her tone was a little stiff. She was obviously very unhappy.

A few hours ago, when Du Weiguo personally flew her private plane away from New Delhi Airport, she and Gibson lost consciousness at the same time.

Naturally, they were all knocked unconscious by Miss Hu, and then taken to the outskirts of Mumbai without any consciousness, and only woke up just now.

The first moment she woke up, Reina didn't even have time to complain before she was completely overwhelmed by the overwhelming radio messages.

During the hours they were unconscious, the entire Citigroup was in chaos.

Even now the entire country has activated the emergency plan and entered a defensive state. It is simply a panic.

As Du Weiguo's "bedside companion" and one of the few people in the CIA who can directly communicate with Du Weiguo, Reina is naturally given extremely high expectations.

Even Mr. J from the Sixth Department and CIA Director Douglas personally sent her dozens of telegrams.

When Reina looked at Du Weiguo in front of her, she was stunned on the spot.

It is based on the above reasons that Reina has the gloomy attitude now.

She thought that after going through so many things together, especially countless life and death events, even if she was not Du Weiguo's favorite, she was still the person he trusted the most.

She never expected that at the critical moment, she was still an outsider and was knocked unconscious without any preparation.

"Big foreign horse, who are you showing your big black face to?"

Miss Hu was used to being domineering. She was not one to read other people's faces. Before Du Weiguo could say anything, she spoke coldly.

Hearing her voice, Reina couldn't help but shudder, her hair stood up instantly. She was really afraid of Miss Hu.

Just ask yourself, who would not be afraid of the existence of something that can hypnotize you, control you, and spy on all the secrets in your heart anytime and anywhere?

Especially since Reina is a spy and has countless secrets in her heart.

  Miss Hu glanced at her with a raised eyebrow, and said in a rude tone:

"What? You have a problem with taking a nap? Big foreign horse, can you guarantee that if you are both awake at the airport, you can keep the secret and not leak the information?"

"Of course, I would never betray Wesley!"

Hearing this heart-piercing question, Reina also lost her temper. She suppressed her inner trembling and stood up to Miss Hu.

"Haha~ You big foreign horse, you're pretty strong. Are you excited?"

Miss Hu sneered, with a faint dark red light flashing in her eyes.

Reina was completely determined and replied with her neck stiff, "That's what I meant. I have a clear conscience!"

  Miss Hu curled her lips in a noncommittal tone, her tone becoming more playful:

"Well, you're okay, big mare. I don't actually doubt your loyalty."

  She changed the subject:

"But if you were sober just now, you would have to lie when facing your superiors' questioning. This is a crime of treason, which can be serious or minor, right?"

Upon hearing this, Reina's expression froze. This reason was so tricky and powerful, so powerful that she couldn't defend herself.

  Du Weiguo was so cunning that when he saw her expression relax, he quickly jumped out and continued to add:

"Reina, I've never distrusted you, but you are the deputy director of MI6 after all. You have your position, and I really don't want you to be too difficult."

"Ah~"

Reina let out a long sigh in her heart. She understood that this was only part of the reason and the most decent excuse, but it was not the truth.

The truth is that she is just an ordinary person, and in essence, she is not from the same world as Du Weiguo and the others.

"Thank you, Wesley, you are more thoughtful."

But Reina was a person who had good sense after all. Miss Hu had condescended to give her a way out, so she would naturally not be ungrateful and would honestly take the opportunity.

Du Weiguo is now quite experienced in human nature, and of course he could hear the disappointment and grievance implied in Reina's tone, but he could do nothing about it.

With the jealous Miss Hu present and looking at him eagerly, he couldn't do anything to coax her, so he could only change the subject:

"So, Reina, what you're saying is that this matter has absolutely nothing to do with Citigroup's No. 1 brother, and even the CIA director is not aware of it."

When it came to business, Reina quickly controlled her emotions and became serious.

"Yes, CIA Director Douglas just contacted me personally and solemnly promised that President Johnson and he had no knowledge of the Tianzhu fuel-air bomb incident."

  Du Weiguo opened the car door and lit a cigarette:

"As the old saying goes, politicians' words are lies. Can we trust the words of these old foxes?"

"I can believe it." Reina nodded, her tone extremely firm:

"Wesley, fuel-air explosive bombs are strategic weapons. They are usually strictly controlled and their quantity is limited.

Since it left the factory, its location at almost every moment can be traced, so if they are also involved in this matter, it will be exposed sooner or later and it will be impossible to hide it. "

The reasons are sufficient, but Du Weiguo is now considered a veteran black-bellied person and is not so easy to fool.

  He exhaled the smoke slowly:

"Is there a possibility that this is just a delaying tactic? They want to stabilize me first, and then come up with a scapegoat."

  Reina shook her head, her voice becoming more determined:

"No, because delaying is meaningless and lies cannot last. If you are determined to go to Citibank, no one can stop you, and if you really want to kill them, they can't hide from you."

Du Weiguo chuckled and said:

"Well, what you said makes sense. So now there is one last possibility left."

They are deliberately showing weakness to deceive me, and then they are waiting for an opportunity to launch a fatal attack, such as sending fighter jets to shoot them down. "

"Hmm~"

Hearing this question, Reina's expression froze and she was a little speechless. She couldn't answer as fluently as before, because this possibility did exist.

Smiling on the surface, but a bitch behind the scenes.

This is indeed the basic operation of these senior politicians. She licked her lips subconsciously and looked at her watch.

"Four and a half hours. According to the time calculation, the plane should be near Tel Aviv now. Wesley, is Owen still flying the plane?"

"Yeah." Du Weiguo nodded.

"Wesley, have you contacted him during this time?"

"No." Du Weiguo shook his head.

"Sir, what if the Tel Aviv Airport requires boarding inspection? What should I do?"

Gibson, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked a question.

"What else can I do? Just refuse. Why? Are you MI6 so weak in Tel Aviv? Would you still be forced to board the plane?"

Du Weiguo replied loudly, his tone full of ridicule.

Hearing his answer, Reina and Gibson rolled their eyes almost at the same time and couldn't help cursing in their hearts, "What the hell does this have to do with the reputation of our MI6?"

  After a while, Gibson still endured the humiliation and resolved the awkward situation:

"Uh~ sir, if Citibank really had plans to attack you during the flight, they would definitely take the opportunity to confirm whether you were on the plane."

  Du Weiguo did not answer immediately. After a few seconds of silence, he replied in a gloomy tone:

"If they really dare to force their way onto the plane, then according to what Owen has in mind, he will not hesitate to blow up the transport plane and take the entire Tel Aviv with him."

"What? Taking the entire Tel Aviv with you?" Upon hearing this, Reina's pupils suddenly trembled and even her voice trembled.

"Wei, Wesley, what's on that plane?"

She knew Du Weiguo too well. His plans were becoming more and more ambitious, and his actions were getting bigger and bigger. What he said about dragging the entire Tel Aviv along with him should not be a joke.

Du Weiguo exhaled the last puff of smoke, flicked the cigarette butt, and said calmly, "Well, I seized a pineapple from the Freemasons before. It's not big and its power is average."

"It's about 25 times the size of the little boy, which should be enough to destroy the entire Tel Aviv."

Upon hearing this, Reina's face turned pale as paper. She knew very well how powerful "Little Boy" was. 25 times more powerful, it was simply unimaginable.

Not to mention a city, it is estimated that most of the country would be razed to the ground, and the nation would be destroyed.

Reina's hair was numb, and she stammered:

"So, there's a 30-ton pineapple on that plane?"

  Du Weiguo is calm and composed:

"Well, to be exact, it's a 35-ton (hydrogen) bomb, produced by the Y-12 Laboratory at Citi's National Security Center in Tennessee."

  He turned to look at Gibson, who was dumbfounded:

"Gibson, you are familiar with weapons. What is the specific lethality of this pineapple?"

"Theoretically, the temperature at the center of the explosion exceeds 6200 degrees. Everything within a 15-kilometer radius will be vaporized instantly. All living things within a 25-kilometer radius will be killed instantly by the high temperature and radiation. And the radiation~~"

Gibson answered automatically, but his voice was so hoarse that he lost it mid-sentence.

Du Weiguo smacked his lips somewhat exaggeratedly:

"Tsk tsk, no one is left alive within a 25-kilometer radius. How terrifying! If this plane is really forced to explode, then the number of people I have killed will exceed one million. I am the first person in the world, both ancient and modern."

At this point, he turned to Reina, whose eyes were dull and she looked completely dumbfounded:

"Reina, why are you still in a daze? Why don't you contact Tel Aviv right away? Don't force me to perish with you."

"oh oh."

Reina woke up as if from a dream and turned to send a message, but she suddenly thought of something and stopped.

"Wesley, once this news spreads, Citibank might really try every means to intercept and shoot down this plane in an uninhabited area."

"Hey~"

Du Weiguo smiled sinisterly like a villain, his tone confident and domineering:

"How dare they! I still have 4 cruise missiles loaded with H warheads! They are still loaded on the front boat and have now arrived at the east coast of Citi.

"Sigh~"

Reina gasped and was completely stunned. Her two big green eyes were so round that they almost popped out of their sockets.

"That ship has already reached the east coast, Wesley. What you are doing will cause, cause~~"

Reina couldn't find the right words. Du Weiguo sneered and curled his lips nonchalantly:

"I don't care. Even if the sky collapses and the earth breaks, I am sure I can survive and kill everyone who is hostile to me one by one."

After knowing each other for more than three years, this was the first time that Reina felt that Du Weiguo in front of her was so unfamiliar. His ambition, calculation, indifference, and madness all scared her.

After a moment, when she barely recovered from her shock, she didn't say a word and hurried back to the car to send the message.

"Sir, I, what are we going to do next? Go into the city or go there? What do you need me to do?"

Gibson's voice was shaking violently, and there was obvious fear in his tone.

"I'm waiting for someone."

"Waiting for someone? The Brotherhood?"

After all, Gibson was the most elite veteran agent. At this moment, he had recovered from his shock and regained his sharp thinking speed.

  Du Weiguo lit another cigarette and checked the time:

"Well, yes, they should be here soon."

Gibson reacted quickly, with a gleam in his eyes: "So, sir, in the back of the jeep~"

  Du Weiguo nodded:

"Yes, those are the human heads outside the city of Firozpur Chirga. Military dogs can't track the scent, so I want to try someone with special abilities."

This time, the Brotherhood sent 6 people to Tianzhu, all of whom were capable people. They were led by Shopkeeper Yu himself, and the nanny Aunt Jimmy was also there.

In addition, there is a person with the ability of smell in the team, nicknamed Sand Wolf. This guy's tracking skills are known to be the best in the world.

The reason why he was brought here was obviously because Shopkeeper Yu and Du Weiguo had the same idea and wanted to track the enemy who injured Lu Yan by smell.

"Sir, so you suspect that Masar and his men have not left India, but are hiding in Bombay?"

"Yes."

Gibson felt that his most professional field was questioned, which hurt his self-esteem. He bravely asked:

"Sir, what is the basis for your suspicion?"

Du Weiguo did not pretend to be profound and replied in a deep voice:

"Gibson, all of Masar and his team's previous itineraries, whether true or false, all started from Mumbai.

Therefore, the mastermind who has been covering up for them should have a very strong power here, and Mumbai should be his base in India."

Upon hearing this, Gibson's eyes flickered uncontrollably.

  Of course, his micro-expression could not be hidden from the sharp-eyed Du Weiguo. He chuckled and said in a light tone:

"Judging from your reaction, Mumbai should be the CIA's headquarters that has been operating for a long time, right?"

  Gibson's voice was hoarse, and his tone was a little anxious and a little lost:

"Yes, it is true. The CIA has had an office in Bombay since 1946, and has been operating for more than 20 years. Sir, I have failed in my duty."

Du Weiguo patted his shoulder gently: "It's not your fault, Gibson. By the way, do you know the address of the CIA office?"

"I know, I know."

"Where are the safe houses and contact points?"

"Yes, I know a few places."

  "Hehehe~" Du Weiguo laughed strangely, a trace of creepy viciousness flashed in his eyes, and his tone was stern:

"That's good. To be honest, I haven't killed these CIA scums for a long time. I'm really itching to do it."

Upon hearing this, Gibson, who was clearly mentally prepared, still couldn't help but shiver, feeling chilled to the bone.

"They are coming!" Du Weiguo suddenly spat out the cigarette butt and looked towards the city.

A few minutes later, a dilapidated truck stopped not far in front of Du Weiguo. Shopkeeper Yu pushed open the door and jumped out, and several capable men also jumped out from the back.

"Brother Wesley, tell me, what should we do now? We are all at your command, and this blood feud must be avenged!"

Without saying a word of nonsense, Shopkeeper Yu spoke quickly and got straight to the point.

  Du Weiguo didn't hesitate and pointed directly at the Land Rover on the side of the road:

"Brother Yu, there are a few human heads in the trunk of the car, but they have been there for a long time and are a bit rotten. Let's see if you, my brother with a good sense of smell, can smell anything?"

"Okay, Pisso, you go."

Shopkeeper Yu was efficient and decisive in his work, and he never delayed anything. He immediately called out to a middle-aged man behind him.

He is the Sand Wolf, with a high nose bridge, big nostrils, and Arab descent. He is a silent person and just nods and walks towards the Land Rover without saying a word.

"Wesley, how is Lu Yan?" Shopkeeper Yu took the cigarette handed to him by Du Weiguo and asked in a deep voice.

"He is no longer in danger of death. He will probably be able to walk around in a few days, but he is disfigured."

Du Weiguo did not hide anything and told everything directly.

Upon hearing this, Shopkeeper Yu couldn't help but frown, and a tyrannical gleam flashed across his eyes:

"Very serious?"

"Well, he no longer looks like a human. There are hundreds of wounds all over his body. There is no good place to do skin grafting."

  "Huh~" After a few seconds of silence, Shopkeeper Yu let out a long breath and said in a cold voice, word by word:

"No matter who did it, our fraternity will fight to the death until the last drop of blood is shed."