Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

Chapter 1147 A battle of wits and courage

"Thumbs up~"

A moment later, or to be exact 26 minutes and 41 seconds later, a violent roar comparable to that of a tractor's motor was heard.

Miss Hu and her companions drove several shabby cars of various colors, and hurried back and forth on the bumpy road covered with blood and mud.

These cars were all stolen by them, and they are also the few cars in the city that can still be driven normally.

The team is led by the omnipotent Miss Hu, and her subordinates are all top-notch experts.

The result was naturally peaceful and without any danger. They returned triumphantly, with everyone safe and sound, not even a slightly injured person.

However, at this moment, there was still a strong smell of blood on Miss Hu's body, and there was a dark red light surging in her eyes. She must have killed someone personally.

You know, Miss Hu rarely breaks the precept of not killing, because it is somewhat taboo because of her background.

In fact, it wasn't just her. Everyone who entered the city was covered in blood and full of murderous intent.

Especially Big Bear, a strength expert who is used to using cold weapons in close combat. This guy is the most exaggerated. He is covered in blood and looks like no human being. He looks like a ghost that just crawled out of a sea of ​​blood.

Although Shota, Kamishiro, and Kagura all looked relatively neat, there was a strong murderous aura between their brows.

Obviously, the journey into the city was not peaceful. Everyone had seen blood and had a lot of new souls on their hands.

Speaking of which, Kamishima and Kagura used to be the "death warriors" of the Mitsui family, responsible for protecting their master and also helping them do some dirty work that could not be seen in public.

But they don't take action often, and the number of lives lost today is almost as many as in the past ten years.

As for Shiina Shota, there is no need to mention him. Before he met Du Weiguo, he was just a silly newbie.

Now, after following Du Weiguo for just over a month, he has become a veteran killer.

"Du Da, I have already asked everything clearly."

Miss Hu knew Du Weiguo very well and knew that he was extremely anxious at the moment, so she didn't waste even a second and told him the issue that concerned him most as soon as she jumped out of the car.

"The ones behind the scenes are Marsal and Reynard. They are now fleeing westwards."

"They left Machina about 17 hours ago, taking advantage of darkness and running overnight."

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo's sword-like eyebrows immediately raised, and he immediately asked:

"What vehicle did they use to escape? How many people were there in total?"

  Miss Hu had already thought about this, and replied without hesitation:

"Two old Matador military trucks and a Willys Jeep, with 2 people in total."

At this point, Miss Hu pointed at the two heavy black leather bags that Shota was holding in his arms:

"By the way, Du Da, they left a confidant in the city, who is responsible for remotely commanding these idiots in the city to intercept us. He has more than 200 kilograms of gold.

But this guy was pretty tough. He must have sensed that something was wrong and shot himself before we arrived."

More than 200 kilograms of gold, more than 100,000 grams, and hundreds of thousands of US dollars is a huge sum of money. However, Du Weiguo didn't even have the interest to ask a question.

"17 hours, truck, jeep~" He frowned and calculated silently.

If you drive at full speed, this amount of time, no matter how bad the road conditions are, is enough to travel hundreds or thousands of kilometers and cross the entire Yemen.

Damn it, no matter how hard he tried, he was still a step too late and let these bastards get away again. Du Weiguo was very upset.

The road surface on Yemen's side is basically all sand and dirt, with strong winds blowing. It is simply a pipe dream to track the road by following the tire tracks.

"Thanks, old fish man."

At this moment, Miss Hu took the cigarette handed to her by Shopkeeper Yu and said something polite, which was rare.

Her uncharacteristic voice and tone successfully distracted Du Weiguo's attention, and he looked at her with a little surprise.

Just now, after fighting and killing people with these fraternity members, Miss Hu's impression of the fraternity has improved a lot.

You have to consider the monk's face instead of the Buddha's. Miss Hu can no longer be as cold to Shopkeeper Yu as before.

The four iron friends in life are no joke. They have carried guns together, been classmates together, shared the spoils together, and visited prostitutes together.

Among these, carrying guns together is the unshakable first place.

Another thing is that the cigarettes that Shopkeeper Yu handed to Miss Hu were also very good, the royal version of Etter filter cigarettes.

This thing is the top-grade cigarette in the Middle East. It is produced in small quantities and is in short supply. It has a very unique taste, with a light lotus fragrance, which is quite special.

Miss Hu quite liked this cigarette. She took a few puffs greedily before exhaling the smoke slowly.

  Turning her head to see Du Weiguo staring at her blankly, she was a little embarrassed and annoyed, and gently hit him:

"Du Da, what are you looking at so blankly? Should we drive west right now to chase them, or wait for Gibson and the others to return before setting off together?"

The two Lynx attack helicopters that brought Du Weiguo and his team here had to go to the port of Salalah 80 kilometers away to refuel because their fuel and ammunition were almost exhausted.

Speaking of this, I must interject that Salalah is a military port and is now under the actual control of the Russian bear.

It is a small miracle that an armed helicopter belonging to the English combat sequence actually flew to a port controlled by the Russian Bear to refuel and load ammunition.

It is because of the super bug created by Du Weiguo's system that miracles occur frequently.

In fact, due to the vigorous flapping of the wings of this big moth, many incredible butterfly effects were created.

This world has long deviated from its original track and has become unrecognizable.

To be honest, Du Weiguo is no longer able to clearly understand the direction of history in the next few decades, and the time traveler's greatest reliance is becoming increasingly vague.

If the current trend continues, he has no idea what the world will be like in a few years.

  Seeing that he was in a daze again, his mind wandering, and no one knew what he was thinking about, Miss Hu rolled her eyes at him unhappily:

"Du Da, why are you in a daze again?"

  "Oh, oh~" Du Weiguo came back to his senses and suddenly asked a slightly abrupt question that had nothing to do with the current situation:

"Hu Da, how is the environment in the city of Maqin?"

  Miss Hu felt a little confused about this question, but she still answered truthfully:

"It's very bad. The city is dirty and run-down. The streets are full of filthy garbage and yellow and white things. It stinks, just like a toilet."

Du Weiguo nodded without comment, lit a cigarette himself, and slowly exhaled the smoke:

"Forget it then. Let's not go into the city. Let's just wait here."

  Glancing at the filth and bloodstains not far away, Miss Hu sniffed in disgust, raised her delicate eyebrows slightly, and said with a slightly dissatisfied tone:

"Du, why are we waiting here? What are we waiting for? Wouldn't it be more efficient if we chase westward while waiting for Gibson and the others to join us?"

Shopkeeper Yu suddenly came over and whispered, "Wesley, are you still worried that they will come back and attack us?"

"Yes, although this possibility is not great, it still exists." Du Weiguo replied honestly.

"Returning carbine?"

Miss Hu frowned. She was also a thoughtful person and reacted almost instantly:

"Du Da, are you worried that they are just bluffing and deliberately leading us westward towards Africa, and then sneaking back to Machina?"

"Yes."

  Du Weiguo curled his lips, his tone carrying a hint of melancholy, seeming somewhat helpless:

"Hu Da, that guy Reynard is too cunning. He has played me around. We have to be on guard."

"Well, Mr. Du, your consideration is reasonable. After all, it is better to be cautious. Then let's wait for a while."

  After a brief pause, Miss Hu suddenly changed the subject:

"However, the city is in chaos now, with so many people and eyes everywhere, so we should just stay here openly.

Even if they really come back, as long as they do a little reconnaissance, they will probably find us right away and stay away from us, right?"

Du Weiguo laughed and made a joke with all his strength:

"Hey, Hu Da, you really are a forgetful person. We have eyes in the sky now, and there are more than one pair." He turned around and patted Shota's shoulder:

"Shota, now it's your turn to show off. Within a 3-kilometer radius, even if there's an ant passing by, you have to keep a close eye on it."

Being called upon at the critical moment, Shota was excited and excited. He pounded his chest hard and promised solemnly:

"Yes, sir, please rest assured, I promise to complete the task."

What Miss Hu said was right. The city of Machinna is now in complete chaos.

In just less than half an hour, she led a group of experts and completely wiped out this dilapidated and chaotic town.

Almost all the guys who could be called bosses in the city were "visited" by them one by one.

The result of the "visit" is self-evident. Naturally, all these so-called bosses were defeated and there were many people leaving.

In the current city of Machina, all primitive forces are in a state of chaos and leaderlessness.

Therefore, those who were anxious to get promoted, those who wanted to take advantage of the situation, and those who wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to settle personal grudges and gain benefits all emerged.

The sounds of gunfire, knife strikes, curses, wailing, screaming, and crying filled every corner of the city. The city was in turmoil, a living hell on earth.

Not all places were in chaos. The shantytown on the far west, next to the pond, was as silent as death.

The city of Machina is oriented east-west, with an unknown river winding through the city.

People in the city usually throw garbage, feces, and even dead bodies into the river, and the pond in the west of the city is the drainage outlet of the river.

The entire surface of the pond is covered with a thick oil film, showing a strange blue-green color. It is extremely dirty and smelly, and there are countless mosquitoes and flies. The locals call this place a manure pond.

Anyone who lives near a manure pit is the lowest class in the city, and they basically can't survive and are waiting to die.

These people are basically half-human, half-ghost, old, weak, sick and disabled. They will never and dare not appear during the day, and will be slaughtered at will by those inhumane and beastly thugs.

Only at night did they dare to go out in the dark and go into the city to pick up some garbage and slop to fill their stomachs.

There was not even a trace of money to be made in this damn place, so naturally no one would come here to take advantage of the situation. The city was in chaos, so these natives dared not show up, for fear of bringing disaster upon themselves.

That's why the area around the entire cesspool is eerily quiet.

There are more than a hundred shanties nearby. They are called shanties, but in fact they are just shacks built on the ground with wood, leaves and other things.

But at this moment, a small piece of black iron protruded from the roof of a shack located on the edge, close to the pond. This is the antenna of the radio station.

If you listen carefully, you can hear the ticking sound of a radio from the shack from time to time, but it is now drowned out by the violent noise in the city.

After a moment, the transmission stopped abruptly.

Then, an old man with ragged clothes, tangled hair covering his eyebrows, a foul odor all over his body, and whose face could not be seen at all, walked out of the shack.

The old man was a cripple. He was hunched over, dragging his legs, and struggling to drag a broken wooden basket behind him.

The basket was filled with some black things that gave off a strong stench. When you looked closely, you could see that they were clearly some dead mice and unknown rotten meat.

For meat to appear near a manure pit, even if it was just rotten meat, there was only one possibility other than rats.

The old man walked very slowly, staggering and resting every three steps. He looked as if he would die at any time, but he never fell down.

He dragged the basket with great effort, trembling all the way around the pond, away from the manure pit, and finally slowly walked to a forest not far from the edge of the city.

When he went around a big tree that several people could hug, his body suddenly became upright and his movements became extremely swift and powerful.

He first lifted up the dirty hair on top of his head, wiped his face, revealing a pair of eyes flashing with cold light.

Then, he violently tore off his torn clothes, revealing his muscular body. His muscles were bronze in color, as if they were cast in steel or iron. There was not a trace of old age on his body.

"Gah~"

At this moment, in the air not far away, a red-eyed crow flew quickly across the treetops.

A sharp light flashed in the eyes of this "fake old man", and his body suddenly liquefied, incredibly turning into a pool of mud, perfectly hidden in the weeds.

A few seconds later, the crow flew away, and the puddle of mud on the ground twisted and squirmed strangely, quickly returning to its human form.

He just stood there naked, a middle-aged white man with sinister eyes, and a dark light flickered in his dark brown pupils.

This guy was actually the "Leech" who was known as the world's number one assassin before Du Weiguo emerged.

Leech raised his head, stared at the direction where the crow flew away, smacked his lips meaningfully, and muttered to himself in a low voice:

"Tsk, the Demon God is as famous as it is said to be. He is really difficult to deal with. He is both sharp and cautious."

  He retracted his gaze and glanced towards the west again, and continued to whisper nervously:

"I don't know if that old fox Reynard will be fooled. Haha, I guess he won't dare to come back after all. After all, who would be willing to die if they can live?"

"Forget it, whatever. Anyway, I have finished my work and it is time to leave."

  Rubbing the dirt off his neck, Leech gave an ambiguous and sinister laugh:

"Sha Shen, I hope you can survive the explosion of the Big Pineapple this time, so that you can have a chance to be my opponent in the future. Otherwise, I will be very lonely."

While muttering to himself, Leech kicked over the broken wooden basket in front of him, revealing a waterproof military backpack hidden inside.

He pulled out a half-new camouflage military uniform without any insignia and quickly put it on, then took out a pistol and put two magazines on his waist.

Then Leech picked up his backpack, took big strides, and left without looking back, disappearing into the jungle in the blink of an eye.

"First, sir, I seem to have found something. No, but I'm not sure if it's a useful clue."

A few minutes later, in a relatively clean open space in the east of the city, Shota, whose pupils were as black as ink and who seemed to be possessed by a demon, spoke hesitantly.

  Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo's brows instantly raised, like a sword being unsheathed:

"What clues? It doesn't matter, Shouta, just speak up no matter what you find out."

Shota swallowed subconsciously, his tone weak:

"Yes, sir, there are suddenly some things in the woods west of the city. They are just some rags and a wooden basket. But I remember that these things were not there a few minutes ago."

"Hmm? Some rags and a wooden basket? Did you find anyone?"

Shota shook his head: "No, I looked everywhere around, but I didn't find anyone."

  Du Weiguo frowned and pondered for a moment:

"Shota, ask the crow to show me the way. I'll go over and take a look. Shopkeeper Yu, can you lend me brother Sand Wolf?"

Miss Hu also raised her delicate eyebrows: "I'll go with you."

At the same time, 260 kilometers northwest of here, there is the small town of Sharula in the Gobi Desert.

"Reynard, who were you contacting just now?"

In a cave formed by karst landform in the Gobi Desert on the outskirts of the city, Masar's face was gloomy and his tone was unfriendly.

Leonard put down his headphones expressionlessly, took a few breaths of oxygen out of habit, and then spoke in a calm tone:

"Marsal, we are just partners. I am not your subordinate, and there is no need for me to report everything to you."

Previously in Jazel City, Marsal wanted to take the opportunity to blackmail him, but it turned out that Reynald was also a ruthless person.

He actually tied his life to that of the big pineapple and turned the tables on the opponent.

Although Marsar possessed the ability of mind control, he was shocked by Reynald's confident aura. He was afraid to take action and ultimately did not make up his mind to control him by force.

Damn it, this is a huge pineapple with an equivalent of hundreds of thousands of tons. If it really explodes, no one will survive and will be turned into powder in an instant.

Marsal had not lived long enough, and he did not dare to gamble.