Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

Although Hu San is a bit reckless, his words are true.

The current situation in Madras City has become extremely corrupt and has reached a point where it is out of control. Otherwise, why would an old fox like Rao, who has become so cunning, come to the door and ask to be slapped in the face?

Before that, two so-called elite Marine regiments were confidently sent into the city from the nearest Jeyur Naval Base to quell the riots.

As a result, they were defeated by the dog-men in less than 3 hours, and in the end, less than 500 soldiers escaped alive, and almost all of them were injured.

There were even nearly a hundred people who were infected with the dog-human plague, turning into monsters that were neither human nor ghost, biting anyone they saw. Fortunately, they were discovered in time and shot into meat paste.

Otherwise, the entire naval base would be in danger.

Now, the navy has been completely frightened and dares not send any soldiers into the city. They can only blockade the entire city in fear to prevent the spread of the plague.

In fact, it’s not their fault for being timid. Madras is one of the largest cities in India, with a population of several million.

Even if only one-tenth, or even one percent of the population is infected, they will become unconscious dog-men with only the desire to attack.

Thousands of soldiers were thrown in, but it was like sand blowing into the sea, and not even a sound could be heard.

However, this also indirectly confirms how crazy these crazy people in the Kui Sect are. They destroyed several of the top cities in India with just a single move.

This is not even a terrorist attack. It's simply an active war, a biological war.

"That~" The atmosphere was a bit awkward. Amir Rao held it in for a long time and was about to speak.

Suddenly, two streams of white smoke blew out of Miss Hu's nose. The white smoke seemed to have spirituality and directly wrapped around Lao's face, choking him and making him cough.

"Prime Minister Rao, I advise you to think it over carefully before you speak. We are not small vendors in the market. We don't have time to bargain with you."

Just as Lao stopped coughing, he heard Miss Hu say in a low voice. His expression froze and he felt so angry that his teeth were itching.

After all, he was the prime minister of a great country and a powerful figure in India. But now he was being played around by a few eccentric people who practiced wild Zen and was forced to suffer repeated setbacks.

But there is no way, whether he is happy or not, he has to endure it, because the situation is stronger than him!

Ever since Du Weiguo's comet-like rise, the person with the ability who has always existed but never became a big shot has now become an unstoppable new force, and a transcendent force at that.

Apart from this, the current situation in Madras City is in full swing and it is indeed not something that can be resolved by ordinary people or conventional means.

Rao knew clearly that if the source of the dog-man plague, the Viper Cult behind it, was not completely eradicated, even if the city of Madras was blown up, it would only be a temporary solution and not a permanent cure.

As long as these lunatics are still around, they can create a dog-man plague in any city.

"So, Ms. Hu, what are your conditions?" After thinking for a long time, Lao finally chose to compromise.

"Haha~ Prime Minister Rao is indeed a smart man. You don't have to be afraid. My conditions are actually very simple."

Miss Hu smiled. She slowly stretched out her hand and raised three fingers as clear as white jade.

"3000 million US dollars?" Rao sounded surprised, but he was secretly relieved.

Although the price was shockingly high, it was within his affordability. In fact, his negotiation bottom line was 5000 million.

"No." Miss Hu still raised three fingers and shook her head with a playful look.

"What? 3 million! Miss Hu, this price, isn't this price too outrageous?"

Rao's eyes almost popped out of his head. This time he was not just acting, his defense was really broken, and even his voice was trembling.

You have to know that India was colonized by England for hundreds of years, and was exploited. It has only been independent for 20 years and is far from recovering. Many provinces and states are even in a state of division and autonomy, and are in disarray.

Although the former master secretly helped, the economic situation was still poor, with annual fiscal revenue of only a few tens of billions, which was barely enough.

If Miss Hu wanted to take away one percent of the profits with just one mouth, it would be like asking for his life.

"No, I only want 30~" Miss Hu dragged out the words. Rao looked surprised, but was completely dumbfounded the next second.

"30 tons, grain, half rice and half wheat, but I want all new grain."

Lao was stunned for a moment, his head was buzzing, and he didn't know what to say.

India is a major agricultural country and also a major grain exporter. The current export price of rice is US$220 per ton, while that of wheat is US$190 per ton.

Therefore, the price proposed by Miss Hu was approximately 6000 million US dollars, which just exceeded his bottom line, but not much more.

After all, grain trading is profitable. If the profit is deducted, it is exactly 5000 million, which is exactly the same as his estimated bottom line.
However, food is also considered a strategic material. If Tianzhu openly sends food to the evil gods, and in such a large amount, it would be equivalent to forcibly tying them to a chariot.

This was not only a question of value, but also involved the position of the entire India. This was a serious matter and Rao hesitated for a moment.

Miss Hu's eyes were cold and her tone was indifferent:

“Prime Minister Rao, you can think about it and then reply to me, or you can discuss it with other leaders of Tianzhu.

But I advise you to hurry up, after all, the plague is raging, I can wait, but I don’t think Madras can.”

"Okay, I'll reply you as soon as possible." Lao forgot even the politeness and left in a hurry.

As soon as Lao left, Hu San asked anxiously:

"Old Five, you're full and have nothing better to do, why do you need food?"

"We don't lack food, and neither do my brother-in-law's other territories. How much money would you give? Looking at the old man's attitude just now, we can at least blackmail him~"

"Shut up! You are short-sighted." Miss Hu rolled her eyes at him and interrupted him coldly:
"How can we not be short of food? Du Da promised me that within three months, he would send me at least 10 young and strong men. If they don't need food, what will these people eat in Persia?"

In fact, there is nothing wrong with what Hu San said. Persia is not short of food, but the premise is that the population does not increase.

In fact, for thousands of years, the population limit of this ancient country born in the desert has been strictly controlled by food production.

After all, the area of ​​arable land in the desert is limited, and it is constantly being swallowed up by the desert. Even if you want to reclaim land, there is no land to reclaim.

Historically, several population explosions in Persia occurred during the heyday of the empire, when the empire expanded and a large amount of grain flowed in.

According to the plan made by Du Weiguo and Miss Hu, 10 people would migrate to Kayseri within three months, and more than 20 people would migrate throughout the year.

Then food supply in Kayseri and even the entire eastern Persia will become tight, and food prices will undoubtedly rise, which will in turn trigger a series of livelihood issues.

As the actual controller of this area, Miss Hu must of course plan ahead and take precautions before any problems occur.

Of course, Hu San was not so easy to fool. He thought for a moment and found the loophole:
"Old Five, even if what you said makes sense, we don't need so much food, right?"

"Even if a person lets go of his cheeks and eats as much as he wants, he can only eat about 300 kilograms of dry food a year at most. 30 tons is enough for 10 people to eat for more than ten or twenty years."

Miss Hu scolded angrily:

"Hu Laosan, can you be more ambitious and take a long-term view? We are going to spend 40 billion in Kayseri and the entire eastern Persia.

How many people will be working by then? Who doesn't want to eat? If there is not enough food in Eastern Persia, we can only buy it from Western Persia or even Europe at a high price, spending at least 2 million in vain. "

Miss Hu slammed the table and said, "I have money, but I'm not a sucker. I don't want to spend a penny more!"

"Okay! Lao Wu, I give in. You are really good at scheming!" Hu San rarely raised his hands, convinced.

In fact, Miss Hu had other reasons that she didn't say. She wanted to raise troops and store food in case of emergency.

Eastern Persia is about to take off, and they are getting deeper and deeper, getting bigger and bigger, and sooner or later they will touch the red line of the Persian officials in Ankara.

As the saying goes, there is no room for two tigers in one mountain. Sooner or later, a fight may come between them.

At this moment, Madras has become a hell on earth. The entire city is filled with thick smoke and wailing and roaring everywhere.

On the towering clock tower in the center of the city, several figures stood side by side.

The two on the left are Masar and Leech, and the three people on the right are hidden under the gray cloaks and their faces cannot be seen clearly.

The person in the middle was the most weird. Even though the sunlight was strong, his figure was still blurry, and there was a sense of vague nothingness, as if he was just a passing illusion.

"The Red-Headed Indian troops are really useless. They don't even dare to enter the city."

Marsal's tone was full of disdain.

After receiving the definite news that Du Weiguo would not be able to come in the short term, his mood became stable and he regained his former arrogance. However, Leech ignored him and frowned as he asked the figure in the middle:

"Pope Krishna, is it true that each viper pathogen can only be transmitted five times?"

"Hehehe~You're not bad." Hearing this question, the figure in the middle slowly turned around and faced the leech.

His voice was very strange. Even though it was so close to me, it sounded like it came from a very far away place.

What's even more strange is that even when facing each other, I can't see his appearance clearly, as if there is a layer of frosted glass between us, as if this person doesn't belong to this world at all.

This cunning guy is Krishna, the current Pope of the Vajrayana religion.

Krishna is the English translation, and the local name should be Krishna, which means Black God in Tamil.

Even though the leech was skilled and brave, he couldn't help but feel scared when facing a monster that looked three parts human and seven parts ghost.

Suppressing his inner fear, Leech continued to ask:

"So, the original pathogen was 3000 people, and less than 18000 people in the city were infected, and half of them were killed by the troops that entered the city."

"The chaos in the city right now is mainly due to people's fear of the unknown?"

Hearing this question, Ji Lise turned his head back and did not answer.

"Hmph!" The blind elder of the Viper Cult who was standing next to him snorted coldly.

His eyeballs must have been gouged out, leaving only two uneven dark brown pits. Even his nose was gone, revealing two narrow black holes.

Even though he looks ferocious like a ghost, he still looks like a human being. The other elder next to him looks even more terrifying.

He has no eyes, ears, or nose, and his bald head is stuck with dozens of iron needles, which prop up the cloak on his head, making him look like a horror version of Teletubbies.

It seems that the higher the status of these crazy people in the Hu sect, the more ruthless they are in self-mutilation.

Ji Lise was silent, but the blind elder took over the conversation and asked coldly:
"Why? Fiddel Ferguson, do you think our methods are not enough?"

Fidele Ferguson, this is Leech's real name, and it is also one of the basic conditions for his negotiation with the Viper Cult.

If you want to cooperate, you must reveal your real name and leave a few drops of blood. As for the authenticity, the Kui Sect has its own way to tell.

Upon hearing the name, Marsal's eyes suddenly flickered. This is a very typical English name, mostly found in Scotland and Ireland.

With this person's name and his ability, it would not be difficult to find out the leech's whereabouts after some time. It would be even more terrifying if Du Weiguo knew about it.

With his current power and influence, it wouldn't take long for him to dig out the leech's past and present lives, and all of its ancestors. He might even be able to find out how many times it wet the bed as a child.

When his secret real name was called out, Leech's face immediately turned pale, and a look of shame, anger and violence flashed in his eyes.

However, he was very good at controlling his emotions and was able to prioritize things, so he managed to hold back his anger:

"The methods of the Vi Sect are very powerful, but they are far from enough for the Demon God. This level of chaos is easy for him to quell."

"Haha~" the blind elder sneered:

"This is just a bait. If he dares to come to Madras, he will never leave alive."

Leech frowned and asked:
"So what are your specific methods? Are you sure you can really hurt him? We are now temporary allies, so you must tell me the necessary information."

"Ally? Are you worthy?"

The Teletubbies, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke.

Although he has no facial features, one can see a clear expression on his face, which is extremely obvious contempt.

"Fuck!" After being humiliated again and again, the leech finally got angry.

Just as he was about to take action, he suddenly fell to his knees, holding his head tightly and uttering an inhuman howl.

Ten seconds later, the sweaty Leech was still kneeling on the ground. He raised his head tremblingly and looked at Ji Lise with horror in his eyes.

"If you can survive, you can."

Ji Lise's ethereal voice sounded again, without any emotion in it.

Upon hearing this, the leech's pupils suddenly trembled, and the arrogance in his eyes disappeared no longer. Even his head, which had always been proud, trembled and drooped.

"Thank you very much, Pope Krishna, for showing mercy."

Just now, an indescribable and irresistible giant suddenly broke into the leech's consciousness.

At that moment, he felt like he was dead.

He knew very well that Ji Lise had held back. If he had really wanted to kill him, he would have been a corpse by now.

Leech is proud. The reason why he dares to wrestle with Du Weiguo is because he is also a top master who has reached the ceiling of combat power in this world.

His abilities are very strong, extremely strong. In addition to his five senses being acute, his body can liquefy at will, and he has farsightedness and night vision.

He can also block most mental attacks.

The last ability is not awakened innately, but acquired later in life, in a hidden tribe in Africa.

The world is so big that there are all kinds of wonders and countless mysterious places. Leeches are also a character with adventures, and can be considered a weakened protagonist template.

It is precisely because of his abundant capital that Shuizhi is so arrogant. He is dissatisfied with Du Weiguo's monopoly and vows to compete with him.

But just now, the mental barrier that Leech had always been proud of was like paper in front of Ji Lise and was vulnerable.

Leech didn't believe that Du Weiguo could withstand this almost irresistible spiritual power.

Ji Lise spoke again: "Think of a way to lure that person here, and you will get the result you want."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and walked down the bell tower. It seemed that he was walking slowly, but in fact he was walking incredibly fast. The two elders followed him closely and soon disappeared.

It was not until they were completely gone that Marsar breathed a sigh of relief:

"These damn monsters, I feel uncomfortable being with them. Leech, your nose is bleeding, are you okay?"

His tone sounded normal, but it was hard to hide the mockery in it.

"Masal, if you don't want to die, shut up!"

"Ok, ok, you are the boss, you have the final say." Marsal smiled and raised his hands in surrender.

"Damn it Mark! Fidele Ferguson, right? You Scottish dog, once I get rid of the evil spirit, I will kill you sooner or later!"

Marsal cursed in his heart with gritted teeth, smiling on the surface, but cursing in his heart. These are all basic operations of the old silver coins.

"Hmph, let's go." Leech snorted coldly and turned to go downstairs.

"Where to?" Marsal frowned.

"Mumbai, there are ready-made sharp knives in the city now, let's quickly lure that woman surnamed Hu over here!" Leech said without even turning his head.

"Pfft~"

In an empty alley a few kilometers away from the clock tower, the phantom-like Ji Lise suddenly stopped, bent down, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood mixed with minced meat.

The already illusory figure seemed to become even fainter.

The two "evil ghost" elders stood quietly behind him without saying a word.

After a long while, Ji Lise slowly stood up, said something in an incomprehensible language, and then floated away.

"Ow!"

When he completely disappeared into the alley, the two "evil ghost" elders let out an inhuman roar, suddenly fell to the ground, and licked the dirty blood he left on the ground like wild dogs. (End of this chapter)