Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

Chapter 1144 Blackmail

This unprecedented, incredible and almost unrepeatable bizarre joint operation was eventually recorded in history as the Gulf of Oman Missile Crisis.

In fact, this major event is privately called another name, the evil crisis.

At the same time, in Oman, adjacent to the Sokira Bay, is the coastal town of Jazer.

In the northern suburbs of the city, there is a remote rubber plantation far away from the main road.

Leonard, who had always been wise and confident, showed obvious emotions for the first time.

His hairless face revealed a deep gloom, his eyes were a little red, and were filled with complicated emotions.

Rage, fear, doubt, and confusion.

There were more than a dozen telegrams scattered on the ground in front of him. They were all just transmitted, and almost every one of them was bad news like a bolt from the blue.

"Damn it! This is impossible! Are they crazy? This is blatant treason!"

Leonard gritted his teeth and yelled, holding a telegram in his hand, which was the latest one.

The content was that the Russian Navy's two cruisers and four destroyers had sailed into the Sokila Bay and extremely domineeringly blocked the entire sea area, not allowing any ships to go out to sea.

They were not just pretending. In the past 6 hours, they intercepted all the ships leaving the port, and even all the passing ships.

Not only do they board the ships for inspection, but they also strictly order all ships to immediately dock at the nearest shore or return via the same route.

During this period, there were a few stubborn smuggling ships and pirate speedboats that attempted to break through the blockade by relying on their size and speed advantages.

The result was that without exception, all were sunk by naval guns and torpedoes without hesitation. Without restraint, the Russian bear was extremely ferocious and would not tolerate any ill effects.

Such a decisive and murderous attitude really shocked Leonard.

What made him even more horrified was the attitude of the Citigroup military. Not only did they turn a blind eye to the actions of the Russian bear, they even dispatched warships in sync with the Russian bear to blockade the Mediterranean.

The two poles of the Cold War, the two superpowers that were diametrically opposed to each other, actually cooperated tacitly in a dream-like way. One in the south and one in the north, one up and one down, they cut off the sea and air routes at the same time.

They were forcibly trapped in a small corner between Africa and the Middle East, making it almost impossible for them to move forward.

Leonard prided himself on being well-planned and having anticipated all possibilities, but he ultimately underestimated Du Weiguo's influence.

He could never have imagined that Du Weiguo could actually make Citigroup and the Bears, two mortal enemies, stop their confrontation and even cooperate further, albeit temporarily.

"Tsk! What a fuss! What's impossible? This world has always been like this. Whoever has the bigger fist has the right to speak."

Marsar rolled his eyes at him with disdain and sneered unceremoniously:

"Those cowardly politicians in Citigroup and the bear country who only know how to play tricks and plot are now scared to death by the evil spirit and want to lick its boots.

In order to protect their lives and wealth, let alone just blocking the sea, even letting them start a local war would not be a difficult task. "

What Marsal said was rough but true. Although he came from a humble background and had limited experience, he was more aware of the cruelty of the law of the jungle.

The strong can take whatever they want, while the weak have no dignity.

"Fuck you, Marsal, stop making sarcastic remarks. Do you understand that our situation is extremely critical now? Have we been forced into a desperate situation?"

Leonard's tone was particularly violent, and he cursed out loud.

Over the past few decades, he had experienced countless crises in his turbulent career as a spy, but he had never been pushed to such a desperate situation.

He now truly felt the approach of death, as if an invisible pair of cold hands were slowly but unstoppably strangling his throat, and gradually tightening until he could no longer breathe.

Is Leonard afraid of death? Of course he is, but compared to death, he is more afraid that after his death, no one will dare to oppose Du Weiguo, allowing him to become more powerful and eventually conquer the world with one hand.

Seeing Marsar's indifferent expression, Reynald's asthma problem came back and he was out of breath.

But he didn't care about breathing oxygen to relieve the pain. He spoke with a hoarse voice and effort:

"You don't understand the current situation at all. Citigroup, the Bears, England, and India are all taking action at sea at the same time. This has never happened since World War II.

They have only blocked the sea and air routes so far, and next, they will most likely send troops to search the coast directly. By then, we won’t be able to hide any longer.”

Masar sneered and said mercilessly:

"Heh~ Leonard, you look so frightened, it's ridiculous. What's wrong? Do you need me to find you some diapers to change into?"

Faced with a desperate situation, Marsar was not as panicked as Reynald.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

After all, Reynald was a top-notch old silver coin. Although he was a little flustered at the moment, he still keenly sensed the confidence revealed in Marsal's tone.

He asked doubtfully: "Masal, do you have any backup plan?"

  Upon hearing this, the corners of Marsal's mouth slightly raised, and he slowly lit a cigarette, with a hint of joking and pride in his tone:

"It's not like I have any backup plan, but I do have some connections in Djibouti. My friend has agreed to go to Mocha to pick us up and help us cross the sea.

Once we get to North Africa, there are endless jungles and grasslands everywhere. The land is vast and the population is sparse. Wouldn't we have more room and leeway to maneuver?"

"Djibouti, Moha?"

As a veteran spy, Reynard is undoubtedly competent, and he has maps of almost the entire world engraved in his mind.

"The Bab el-Mandeb Strait, you want to escape to North Africa through here." Almost instantly, Leonard came up with an escape route.

  But then, the skin above his eye sockets twisted into several deep grooves, probably as if he was raising his eyebrows:

"But this approach is still a bit dangerous. Although the Bab el-Mandeb Strait is narrow, it is nearly 5 nautical miles wide. Even if you are sailing at night, it is very easy to be spotted by warships."

"Hehehe~"

Masar smiled triumphantly:

"My friend used to be a deep-sea shipwreck salvage specialist. He has a salvage submarine that can barely accommodate six people if they squeeze in."

Upon hearing this, a hidden and sharp light flashed in Leonard's eyes.

There are 6 seats, and Marsal's group, including Gray Whale, Leech, Lori, and Rebola, have occupied 5 of them.

As for the leech, this guy is elusive. He has his own channels and methods, so there is no need to worry about him.

The current situation is very clear. If Reynald wants to escape with Marsal, he can only flee alone and become a lone commander.

He is not alone, he has several trusted subordinates following him all the time. Although none of them are capable people, they are all top elites with their own unique skills.

The key point is that Reynald saw a hint of malicious coldness in Marsar's eyes. Presumably, if he wanted to leave, he would have to pay a very high price.

Sure enough, Marsal did not let him continue to guess, and immediately threw out the chips with deep meaning:

"Reynard, the situation is critical right now. My friend is willing to come to help me, but he is taking a huge risk, so the offer is quite amazing."

"How much?" Leonard breathed a sigh of relief.

It turns out he just wanted to extort money. He is indeed a brainless idiot. Money is just a number and he never cares about it.

"Reynard, as you know, I almost spent all my savings on hiring leeches before, so now I don't have much money."

As Marsal spoke, he stretched out his hand with a sinister smile, then slowly spread out his five fingers.

"500?"

Seeing this gesture, Reynard's face couldn't help but sink. The damned old dog Marsal was indeed greedy. As for the currency unit, it was naturally the US dollar. This was a tacit understanding between the two parties, and there was no need to elaborate.

500 million US dollars is definitely an astronomical figure at the moment. When converted, it is equivalent to more than 4000 million Hong Kong dollars.

With this amount of money, based on the current housing prices in Hong Kong Island, you can buy more than 1300 units, or dozens of buildings, in the most prosperous areas.

If converted into weapons, Citigroup could buy six of its most advanced Phantom II jet fighters and form a flying squadron.

We can also get more than 60 main battle M20 tanks to equip a tank battalion. These are the market prices. If it is the factory price, the quantity will be doubled.

If this money is used to order dozens of reconnaissance submarines for shallow water salvage, it would be enough.

Reynald's gesture and magnanimity were not petty, but he was greeted with a sneer and merciless ridicule from Marsal.

"Ha, Leonard, are you trying to make me laugh? This is the money so many of us have worked so hard to earn. It's okay for us, the insignificant ones, but you, the director of the CIA, are only worth 500 million?"

Leonard was stunned. His hairless face was distorted, revealing a funny and weird expression of surprise.

Born into a wealthy family and having sat in a high position before him, Leonard had naturally seen money before, but the amount of 5000 million was still beyond his expectations.

After a few seconds, he finally reacted:

"5000 million? Marsar, are you crazy? This money is enough to build several submarines."

  Marsar curled his lips in disapproval and said sarcastically:

"Reynard, you have to understand one thing. In the current situation, even a hundred Hertz submarines can't save your life."

Leonard's expression changed again and again, and his voice became lowered:

"Masar, where can I get you 5000 million now?"

Marsar chuckled and blew smoke into his face, his tone becoming more playful:

"Reynard, don't tell me that after being a director in Asia for decades, holding so much power for so many years, you still haven't made 5000 million."

A clean magistrate for ten years can earn ten thousand taels of silver. This is a truth that applies to the whole world. All officials are the same. No one should pretend that foreign officials are honest.

The reason why he is not greedy is that the power in his hands is not great enough. Damn it, I am going to have a seizure again. Take it.

Leonard is a powerful person who has been sitting on the throne for so many years. According to common sense, he should be extremely wealthy.

However, things are unpredictable, and he really is not a money-lover. It seems that he regards money as wasteland. Besides, he does not have such a huge amount of funds on hand.

Even the 500 million he just promised was public money, the CIA's overseas activities funding.

Leonard knew clearly at this moment that Marsal was trying to take advantage of the opportunity to blackmail him.

Moreover, this old man was most likely frightened by Du Weiguo and had become cowardly. He might have planned to hide after taking the money.

  He shook his head and his voice became deeper:

"Marsal, 500 million is the maximum amount I can withdraw in a short period of time. I really don't have any more."

Without waiting for Marsal's reply, he continued:

"In addition, if I pay, your friend's submarine will have to make one more trip, and several of my men will have to cross the sea with them."

"This is impossible!"

Marsal denied it without even a second's hesitation.

Then his eyes turned violent, he gritted his teeth and said word by word:

"Reynard, without 5000 million, you can forget about crossing the sea. As for those useless people of yours, forget about it. You will rot to death in this damn rubber plantation."

"Hehe~" Upon hearing this, Leonard laughed and looked at Marsal with a playful look.

"Marsal, do you think that now that I've lost my power and have no value to use anymore, do you want to squeeze out my surplus value and kick me away? Or just kill me directly?"

Marsa was suddenly exposed in his plan and was stunned. This was really what he planned.

After seeing Du Weiguo's all-powerful power, he was completely frightened. He took the opportunity to extort some money from him and then hid in the uninhabited Africa.

After a moment of shock, Marsal was embarrassed and tore off his mask directly, completely stopping pretending.

"That's right, Leonard, you have been completely abandoned by Citibank and the CIA. Without your power, you are just a useless, disabled burden.

So, you'd better be sensible and meet my requirements. For the sake of money, I can take you to North Africa. Otherwise~~"

"Cough cough cough~"

Before he could finish his threat, he was interrupted by a violent cough. Reynald coughed so hard that he couldn't breathe, and his neck turned purple.

  He trembled, put on the oxygen mask with great effort, took a few deep breaths, and was able to speak with difficulty:

"Martal, thank you for your kindness, but unfortunately I have no money. You can go on your own."

  Upon hearing this, a hint of ferocity suddenly appeared in Marsar's eyes, and he was about to use force, but at this moment, Reynard suddenly said in a deep voice:

"Besides, Masar, you can't take the bomb with you. I've had someone reinstall the detonator on it and connect it to my heart."

Having said that, Leonard suddenly opened his collar, revealing a silver-white metal device on his left chest.

There was a small indicator light on top of this thing, which was flashing red at a very fast frequency, as if it was synchronized with his heart rate.

And it was obvious that it had just been installed, because the skin and flesh around the device had not yet healed and was even dripping with blood.

"Reynard, you, you~~"

Marsal's face turned black, he was dumbfounded with surprise, kept swallowing his saliva, and couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.

  Leonard sighed in a pretentious manner:

"Alas, there is nothing I can do, Marsar. You have already said that without power, I am a waste. I can only use some small tricks to save my life."

Gently stroking the device on the heart and carefully scraping off a trace of blood on the edge, Leonard then put the bloody finger into his mouth and licked it carefully.

He slowly closed his eyes, and a strange curve appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he was enjoying it very much, and his voice was as ethereal as a dream talk.

"Masal, my body is already rotten, and I may die in the next second. So, not only can you not kill me, you can't even torture me."

Having said this, he suddenly opened his eyes, his sharp gaze like a knife pierced directly into Masar's eyes, and he shouted in a low voice without any courtesy:

"So, get out of here right now, right now, with those clowns! The farther the better. I wonder how long you idiots can survive without me!"

"Hehehe~"

Marsar suddenly laughed too. He stood up, walked slowly to Reynald, and put his face close to him, almost face to face:

"Reynard, do you really underestimate me? Do you think I'm an ordinary person?"

When he asked the question, his eyes flashed with a strange blue light, which was captivating.

You know, Marsal is also a rare dual-attribute ability user. He can not only control the wind, but also mind control.

Although neither of his two abilities is strong, they are more than enough to deal with Leonard, who is in poor health.

  Unexpectedly, Leonard looked at him fearlessly and continued to tease him jokingly:

"Martal, do you think I haven't investigated your abilities? Mind control, right? You can give it a try. I promise you'll receive a big surprise.

Then the whole city will be buried with you, but I advise you not to do this, after all, I don’t want to die now.”

"Reynard, are you scaring me?"

The dark blue light in Marsal's eyes became more and more violent, almost overflowing from his eye sockets, but there was obviously a hint of guilt in his tone.