Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

Chapter 1178 24 hours of life!

For the whole next day, Du Weiguo and Azhi stayed in the villa, not going out, and were extremely affectionate.

Ah Zhi, who had always been well-behaved and docile, turned into a mad female leopard at this moment, blowing the horn and launching attacks again and again.

However, in the face of absolute strength, all efforts are in vain, even if you try your best.

Facing Du Weiguo, this inhuman beast, the outcome is self-evident.

Not long after nightfall, Azhi had exhausted all his strength and could no longer hold on, falling into a deep sleep.

Rather than falling asleep, it would be more accurate to say that I fainted.

Du Weiguo fed her a few sips of his special salt sugar water, and after making sure that she was fine, he covered her with a blanket, gently stroked her cheek, and wiped away the few remaining tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Ah."

Azhi, who was in deep sleep, frowned slightly and hummed unconsciously. Her expression looked extremely sad, and I felt pity for her.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Azhi, I'm also a man of the world and I have no choice." With a sigh, Du Weiguo disappeared without a trace.

It was still dark in Hong Kong Island, but thousands of kilometers away in Shat, it was already dawn.

On the northwestern edge of the Rub' al Khali Desert, in the small town of Aflaj, a figure was staggering forward on the Gobi Desert on the outskirts of the city.

"Puff~"

After a few minutes, after barely crossing a small sand dune, his strength was completely exhausted. He could no longer hold on and fell directly to the sand.

This guy was a white man, skinny and bony. His clothes seemed to have been torn by something, leaving them in strips. He looked very disheveled.

At this moment, his body and face were covered with thick white salt stains, and his original appearance could no longer be seen. His hair was also sticky together like rubber, making him look half human, half ghost.

"Shashasha~"

At this moment, a faint sound of footsteps suddenly came from behind the sand dunes in front.

The man lying on the ground, mustered his last bit of strength, twisted his head, and struggled to pry his eyes open a slit.

A slender figure appeared in the blurry vision.

Judging from his body shape, he is a man. He walks calmly, neither hurried nor slow. His whole body is wrapped in an off-white linen cloak, and he also wears a cape and scarf, which covers his head and face tightly, making him look very mysterious.

"Tsk, tsk, Doctor Robert, I didn't expect that you would be the one who survived in the end? And you were able to escape from Mount Lagrave, which really surprised me."

The mysterious cloaked man stopped a few meters in front of him. His voice was also unique, low and cold, like a cold poisonous snake crawling across the skin, making people's hair stand on end.

The dying man lying on the ground was Leonard's most trusted henchman, the evil doctor, Parker Robert.

At this moment, Parker's voice was already hoarse, and his voice was very weak: "Water, water~"

"Pfft~"

An aluminum kettle was thrown on the sand pile not far in front of him, and he could vaguely hear the sound of liquid flowing inside.

Parker, who was already exhausted and on the verge of collapse from thirst, suddenly felt a burst of strength from somewhere when he heard this voice.

He used his hands and feet like a wild beast, crawled forward a few steps quickly, grabbed the kettle, and twisted the lid tremblingly.

  Just as he was about to unscrew the lid of the kettle, the cloaked man suddenly said in a deep voice:

"Parker, I added something to this bottle of water. If you drink it, you can live for up to 24 hours."

Upon hearing this, Parker stopped his actions abruptly.

The cloaked man slowly squatted down and pulled down his mask, revealing a slightly weathered middle-aged white face. It was Leech, the former number one assassin in the dark world who had disappeared for a long time.

Leech looked teasingly at Parker, who was lying on the ground like a mangy dog. His tone was full of sarcasm.

"Of course, I have an antidote, but the antidote is also a poison, Parker. Once you take it, you'll have to beg me every day like a dog."

As Leech spoke, he reached out and helped Parker unscrew the lid of the kettle completely, and shook it gently to make the sound of water more clearly audible.

"So, Parker, you choose whether to die of thirst or become my slave and beg for mercy all day long.

Parker clenched his teeth, and his eyes flashed with undisguised resentment and entanglement.

"Gulp, gulp~" But the next second, he held the kettle and started drinking frantically.

He is a smart man, and smart people are particularly careful about their lives. Moreover, Parker has strong ambitions and desires that need to be realized.

If he could live one more second, he would not hesitate at all, let alone become a slave, even if it meant being a dog.

Besides, Parker is a biochemical modification fanatic who doesn't even spare himself. Ordinary toxins can't do anything to him at all.

"Gudong, Gudong~"

Parker drank the entire pot of water in one breath without spilling a drop, and he was just about to stick his tongue in to lick the bottom of the pot.

"Burp~" After a long burp, Parker felt like he was alive again.

He threw away the empty kettle, turned over, and lay on the sand with his arms and legs spread out, gasping for breath.

After a long time, Parker barely recovered a little strength. He squinted his eyes and looked at the leech in the dim light of morning light.

"Leech, you left marks along the way to lead me here, and now you force me to drink poison. You've gone to such great lengths, what do you want?"

His voice was already extremely hoarse, like a knife scraping against an iron plate, and he couldn't even utter half of the syllables.

  But the leech still understood, stretched out a finger and shook it gently:

"No, no, Parker, I must correct you on one point. I didn't force you to drink this pot of poison."

"Hmph, nonsense~ah~" Parker was about to retort, but suddenly turned into a wail.

He suddenly felt an indescribable, heart-wrenching pain in his abdomen. He couldn't help but spasm all over, arching his back and curling up like a shrimp.

"Pfft~"

The next second, he suddenly opened his mouth and spurted out a stream of inky black sticky blood. His veins popped out in pain and his eyes were bloodshot, like a ghost crawling out of hell.

"You, what the hell did you give me to drink?" Parker roared with all his strength.

"Hehe~" Leech's eyes and eyebrows were full of sarcasm, and his voice was also extremely mocking:

"Parker, I know you are a genius biochemist and a lunatic."

"Not only have you been injected with an immature genetic drug, you have also modified your body. Your immunity is far superior to that of ordinary people. You can resist most of the toxins in the drug."

"But~"

  Leech extended his index finger and tapped Parker's heart, then suddenly changed the subject:

"My poison is not the garbage made from chemicals. It is a high-end product with life."

At this point, the leech showed an almost sickly sinister smile:

"These little cuties have sharp teeth, they can bite through your capillaries, enter your veins, and finally burrow into your heart, where they lie dormant.

If there is no antidote within 24 hours, they will awaken and go into a frenzy, tearing out and devouring your heart."

The pain came violently and disappeared abruptly, in just a dozen seconds. As the leech finished beeping, the heart-wrenching pain disappeared, as if what had just been experienced was an illusion.

  "Bah!" Parker spat out another mouthful of black blood, wiped the corner of his mouth, and asked angrily:

"Gu! Leech, you put a Gu on me?"

Leech raised his eyebrows and gave him a thumbs up, praising him:

"Bingo! Doctor Robert, you are really knowledgeable. I am even more satisfied with you. Yes, it is the Gu, the Heart-Drilling Gu carefully cultivated by Master Jiaersa from Siem Reap Lake in Cambodia."

  At this point, he smiled sinisterly:

"Parker, I advise you not to try to crack it. These little cuties are very magical. No one knows the formula of the antidote except their owners."

"And Master Jiaerza has been killed by me. Therefore, in the world today, I am the only one who knows the antidote formula for the Heart-Drilling Gu."

Leech picked up the kettle that Parker had thrown on the ground, brushed off the dust on it, screwed on the lid and put it away.

"In other words, your life is now in my hands, Parker. Am I clear about this?"

"Hu~" Parker gasped heavily a few times and tried his best to prop up his body and sit up.

He glanced at the sand and saw the sticky black blood he had just vomited. It was clearly composed of the skin shedding of countless microorganisms.

He immediately knew that the leech was not lying, and he became angry and asked with gritted teeth:

"Leech, you pervert, what the hell do you want? That big pineapple? That thing didn't make a noise, it must have been~~"

  Leech shook his head and interrupted him:

"No, no, I have no interest in that crap. I'm not that stupid and don't want to become the world's public enemy." Parker became even angrier: "Then what do you want? Money? I don't have any, I'm a pauper!"

  "Heh~" Leech chuckled. He did not hide his purpose. His eyes were deep and he uttered a word lightly:

"tyrant."

"what?"

Upon hearing this word, Parker's pupils instantly shrank into needle-like shapes, but he tried his best to put on a surprised expression on his face.

Leech nodded: "Yeah, yes, Tyrant, this is what I want."

Parker's expression turned disgusted:

"Leech, are you fucking sick? Just for this crap, why don't you just say it directly? Is it necessary to waste so much energy?

I'm telling you, the Tyrant Potion is rubbish, it has huge side effects, and it also overdraws your vitality! I've already given up on further research."

"Hehehe~" Leech laughed. His laugh was loud and sinister. He reached out and patted Parker on the cheek:

"Parker, I admit that you are a rare genius. Tyrant is undoubtedly a good thing. I am very interested in it. I am even more looking forward to you researching a perfect version of the potion as soon as possible."

Having said that, the leech's palm suddenly softened and stretched out, like a monster's long tongue, and suddenly wrapped around Parker's neck.

"Quack~"

Parker's neck seemed to be entangled by a jungle anaconda, and his bones groaned in pain. Severe pain and suffocation came at the same time, and his face turned red as blood in an instant.

"Uh~uh"

Parker instinctively stretched out his hands and tore and scratched, trying to break free from the restraints, but it was in vain. The leech's arms were like iron pillars, motionless.

Leech completely tore off his gentle mask at this moment, his dark brown eyes shone with cruelty, and his tone became as sharp as a knife:

"Parker, you'd better understand the current situation. I'm not discussing with you now, I'm ordering you!"

"Remember this, from now on, you are my most humble servant, a lapdog at my feet, and you only have 24 hours to live!"

"Uh, uh~"

Parker was strangled so hard that his eyes rolled back, and his tears and saliva flowed uncontrollably.

But he was unable to utter a sound to beg for mercy, and could only nod his head desperately, while slapping the leech's hand that had transformed into a giant python.

"Hmph!" The leech did not let go, but adjusted its strength and strangled him unconscious.

Carrying the muddy Parker on his shoulders, Leech turned and walked towards the depths of the desert. He was very fast and even carrying a person had no effect on him. He disappeared in the sea of ​​sand in the blink of an eye.

For him, it was much more convenient to carry an unconscious person than a staggering person.

At the same time, D'Aguilar Street, Central, Hong Kong Island.

Du Weiguo was walking alone on the street. It was already 2 a.m., but the street was still bustling with lights and people.

Because this is Lan Kwai Fong, the most famous place to get drunk in Hong Kong Island, and also a street for romantic encounters.

However, no one will come to chat with Du Weiguo tonight.

He still maintained his cross-dressing look, a down-and-out middle-aged office worker. How could those arrogant gold diggers be interested in an uncle like him?

This group was not formed in later generations, and its birthplace is not Shanghai, but Hong Kong Island. It already exists now.

In the parlance of Hong Kong Island, it's called "fishing for a rich man."

Although he had to rush to Muscat to meet up with Miss Hu, he was not in a hurry.

Right now, the most pressing event over there is nothing more than the confrontation between the Soviet Union and Britain at sea, but Du Weiguo knows it clearly.

Can't fight.

To put it bluntly, both sides are just trying to make money and are just pretending to do it. If they really start doing it, the loss will outweigh the gain.

When the cannon is fired, it means a fortune. This is no joke.

War is too expensive, and no one would do a losing business. All these posturings are just to gain more bargaining chips.

Du Weiguo estimated that in the end, the British Empire would have to give in and make a certain degree of compromise.

After all, they really can't beat the Russian bear, which is in its heyday.

Going back later was also considered from the perspective of his younger brother Nikonov, so as to buy more time for blackmail and wrangling.

Today, Du Weiguo can be considered a qualified old silver coin. He knows everything about the relatives and friends, and how to maximize the benefits.

Calculating the time and distance, Du Weiguo probably has one or two days of free time left.

However, in these final moments, he didn't want to continue to be entangled with Azhi. The little girl was almost broken and her spirit was on the verge of collapse.

  If she stays any longer, she will go crazy!

Du Weiguo came to Lan Kwai Fong not for the purpose of hunting for beauties. In the past two days, Ah Zhi had risked her life to accompany the gentleman, and he had been well fed.

He just felt like eating the roast goose and barbecued pork from the old Yung Kee restaurant.

Earlier, when Du Weiguo was hiding in Hong Kong Island, he had spent a brief period of time together with Moran and Zhao Yingnan.

Although we didn't live together, we would occasionally get together for dinner, which, looking back now, was quite interesting.

At that time, these two women were like fire and water. They would almost always quarrel when they met, and their tastes were completely different.

Moran was born in Taiwan, she likes sweet food and prefers light diet, while Zhao Yingnan is a genuine Yanzhao girl, she likes salty food, thick and oily sauce is her favorite.

At that time, just choosing a place to eat would cause them to engage in heated arguments.

Yung Kee’s roast goose is one of the few foods that they all like and approve of, so they have come there more than once.

This restaurant is a nearly century-old brand. It tastes delicious and is reasonably priced. Most importantly, it is a gourmet restaurant frequented by the God of Death, so it has a considerable celebrity-driven effect.

So, it is already late at night, and there is still a long queue in front of the old Yung Kee restaurant.

These people all come to buy roast goose Xiaoye, not to mention those who dine in the restaurant. It is so crowded that there is not even an empty seat at the shared table.

Du Weiguo was just in the mood to eat. He wasn't really hungry, and he didn't want to queue up foolishly.

So he leaned against the fence not far from the store door, lit a cigarette, squinted his eyes and daydreamed.

"If I had stayed in Hong Kong Island, hadn't gotten involved with Reina, hadn't gone to the Amazon rainforest, and hadn't gone to Seoul.

Wouldn't all this trouble have happened? I could have just disappeared from the crowd and lived my life behind closed doors."

"Ah~" Du Weiguo exhaled a long breath of smoke, shook his head in melancholy, and asked himself:

"Impossible. If I can't avoid it, I can't avoid it. Damn it, according to the nature of this dog system, even if I don't look for trouble, trouble will find me on its own initiative."

"Tatatata~" At this moment, a burst of chaotic footsteps came from the corner of the street, interrupting Du Weiguo's thoughts.

There were a few people running by, and judging by their clothes and faces, it was obvious that they were all living a miserable life at the bottom of society.

There were more than a dozen dwarf mules chasing behind, all of them holding weapons like steel pipes and machetes, and shouting dirty words:

"Kill the bastards! Kill them! The boss said that none of those who burn incense will be spared!"

Du Weiguo was a little puzzled at first. How could these short mules dare to openly violate the rules he set and hack people in the street, especially in Lan Kwai Fong, the most prosperous area in Central.

As soon as I heard their shouting and cursing, I immediately realized that they were trying to get rid of Bai Lian's group of troublemakers.

But after thinking it through, he instantly became furious. This was clearly someone taking a feather as an excuse to do something wrong, and using his name to carry out this illegal activity.

He had always intended to kill all those who burned incense, and it would be enough to just get rid of the leaders at the top.

At the bottom, those ordinary believers who were bewitched and deceived naturally scattered.

"Damn it, Rick, how on earth did Xiao Ma do his job? And what are Uncle Jiu and Zou Yaozu doing? Are they playing dumb?"

At this moment, the unlucky guys who were being chased and hacked just ran past Du Weiguo.

Du Weiguo smashed the cigarette butt and poked the ground with the tip of his shoe. The concrete floor under his feet shattered instantly, and the bullet shot towards the dwarf mules who were chasing him from behind like a shotgun.

"Ah~" The shrill scream instantly resounded throughout the long street.