Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

Mumbai, late night, light rain.

The Taj Mahal Hotel, penthouse suite by the sea.

"Wow!"

The glass of the master bedroom was suddenly shattered by a special steel-core bullet, and a dull gunshot was heard half a second later.

"Humph!"

Miss Hu appeared at the window like a ghost. Her face was frosty and her eyes were narrowed as she stared at the sea in the distance.

One kilometer away, on the inky black and rough sea, a small seaplane was parked alone.

On the wing, there was a man wrapped in a cloak, with a mask covering his face so that his features could not be seen. In his hand, he was holding an exceptionally tall and specially made sniper rifle.

This guy who hides his head and shows his tail is naturally a leech.

Miss Hu just stood at the window openly, but Leech did not shoot again because he knew it was meaningless.

The sniper rifle in Leech's hand has a name, called Cerberus. He spent a lot of money to make it, and even the bullets are specially made.

The Cerberus has an initial velocity of 1200 meters per second, an effective range of 1500 meters, a 15-round magazine, and a continuous-fire function.

At present, it is definitely a groundbreaking weapon.

But at this moment, the distance between the leech and Miss Hu was more than one kilometer. Even the bullets fired by the hellhound would have to fly for more than one second before they had a chance of hitting the target.

In one second, with Miss Hu's agility and speed, it is enough for her to change her position several times and run more than ten meters.

Leech is no ordinary person either. He has his own unique source of information and has already found out most of the abilities of Miss Hu and other evil spirits.

He knew Miss Hu's abilities, so he would not waste his efforts.

In addition, the location where the leech is now staying is also very important. This distance is just out of the range of Miss Hu's mental control, and there is still enough space to escape.

"Dang Dang!"

Leech turned his gun around and knocked on the cockpit with the butt of his gun, a hint of teasing in his tone.

"Come on, Marsar, it's your turn. Don't be shy like a little girl. Come out and show your face."

Ten seconds later, Marsal climbed onto the wing without saying a word, slowly took off the hood of his raincoat, revealing his old face.

At this moment, his eyes were blazing with fire, and every subtle expression on his face was filled with reluctance.

Of course, Masar was unwilling to show up in public, and he even didn't want to appear in Mumbai because he valued his life.

But there was nothing he could do; he couldn't resist the leeches and was dragged here by force.

They even fought over it outside Madras.

The bruises on Marsal's left eye and mouth, as well as the blood stains on the corners of his clothes, all clearly illustrate the situation of the battle at that time. He was no match for the leeches.

Although there was rain, night and a distance of more than a thousand meters between them, Marsal could still feel the burning heat in Miss Hu's eyes.

It was like the fire from hell, burning his chest and making it difficult for him to breathe.

"Fuck you! You dirty, lowly yellow-skinned bastard, shit! Aren't you awesome? Come on, come and kill me!"

Maybe it was because of too much mental pressure, or maybe he had completely given up, but Marsal suddenly became a little crazy, raised his middle finger at Miss Hu and cursed at her from a distance.

"Fuck you, you're the real Tian Gang, I'm going to kill you!"

Hu San, who had just rushed over after hearing the noise, could not hear his voice, but saw his internationally recognized gestures.

The Third Master suddenly became furious. He picked up the modified SVD behind him, pulled the bolt, loaded the gun, aimed and fired, all in one go.

"Snapped!"

A few hundred meters away, the bullet shot by Hu San was blocked by Leech's gun, and an inconspicuous spark splashed in the air.

After shooting down another bullet, Leech yelled in haste:
"Marsal, are you fucking crazy? I just asked you to show up, why did you want to irritate her? Go, go fly the plane!"

Shuizhi had no choice but to be anxious. At this time, Kagura had already disappeared into the shadows and jumped down from the top floor with Shenwu, followed by the unyielding Yuan Ying.

And under Shota's control, thousands of red-eyed crows flapped their wings and flew towards them at high speed against the rain.

Seeing this scene, the leeches instantly felt scared to death.

He knew very well that if they were stopped by the crows and besieged by the evil spirits, both of them would surely die.

At this moment, Marsal, who had just vented his anger, regained his composure. He was so frightened that his face turned pale. He didn't dare to say a word and hurriedly got into the cab.

The plane had not been turned off, so it began to glide immediately and narrowly escaped before the crows arrived.

"Damn it, this crappy gun is useless. If the range was a few hundred meters longer, I would be able to shoot this plane down."

Only after he had emptied the magazine did Hu San throw his gun away and turn to Hu Da Niang, cursing.

"Old Five, what are these two ideas?"

Miss Hu's face turned pale as she replied word by word: "Masar."

"Huh?" Upon hearing the name, Hu San's eyes suddenly widened and he was so angry that he laughed.

"Fuck, this old coward, Biden, was chased by my brother-in-law like a dog, running around the world, almost hiding in a rat hole.

Now that he has a wieldy gunman by his side, he thinks he is powerful again and dares to provoke us? Has he lost his mind?"

Miss Hu shook her head, a faint light flickering in her eyes, dark and unclear.

"This old guy must have gotten close to the Kui Cult."

Hu San's smile suddenly froze:
"What? The Hu Cult, he got involved with this group of lunatics, so, this old bitch came here to demonstrate?"

Miss Hu said coldly:
"It's not a protest, but a trap to lure us in. What happened in Madras City must be related to him."

Upon hearing this, Hu San also became serious for once: "Old Five, those crazy people in the Hu Cult are a bit weird, what do you think?"

Miss Hu did not answer immediately. Instead, she turned back to the living room, sat down on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and fell into deep thought.

Hu San rarely made a noise or urged her. Instead, he sat on the small sofa opposite her and analyzed in a serious voice:
"Old Fifth, these crazy people in the Hu Cult are good at creating plagues and can even "invite gods". Even my brother-in-law has suffered a great loss at their hands.

"Now, Marsar has taken the initiative to come and lure us into a trap, which means that they have already laid a dragnet. My opinion is that we should hold off for the time being and wait for my brother-in-law to come back."

Hu San rarely put forward a mature, steady and prudent suggestion.

Miss Hu suddenly raised her head, looked at him deeply, and said faintly:
"Third brother, you are right, but Du Da is too tired. He has to do almost everything by himself. I think he can't hold on any longer. Third brother, I want to help him share some of the burden."

Good man, the two calls of "Third Brother" blocked all the words of advice in Hu San's mind, and he instantly got angry.

"Okay, Lao Wu, just tell me what you want to do. I will listen to you no matter what you say, even if it means going through fire and water!"

Miss Hu smiled, with a hint of cunning flashing across her eyes.

At dawn, the drizzle in Mumbai did not stop, but got heavier.

At the Shivaji military airport on the outskirts of the city, two Belfast SC-2 transport planes flapped their wings and soared into the sky in the pouring rain, quickly disappearing into the clouds.

"Prime Minister, do we really want to send 30 tons of food to Persia?"

On the runway in the cold wind and rain, the young and handsome secretary, holding an umbrella for Rao, asked tentatively.

"Well, if you want to give it to me, no one dares to deny the debt owed by the evil spirit."

Rao looked up, gazing at the clouds where the plane disappeared. His expression was gloomy and his voice was low, with a hint of helplessness and unwillingness. The cold wind and wet rain ruffled his meticulous white hair.

Don't be fooled by the fact that this old man Rao smiles all day long. In fact, he is a hawk, or a hardliner, in the Indian political circles, and a leading figure among them.

He was quite reluctant to comply with Miss Hu's blatant kidnapping terms.

But there was no way. This matter was not something he could decide alone. It was a decision made after consultation among the top leaders of Tianzhu.

Those old foxes in the temple are all very afraid of their lives, so naturally they are unwilling to face the wrath of Du Weiguo, the plague god, for just a few hundred thousand tons of food.

You know, this little beast really dares to kill people, and he dares to kill anyone!

"But~"

The young secretary was instantly a little excited and his face turned red. He wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Rao's sharp gaze.

"No buts, Palma, I know what you're thinking."

"Remember, unless the evil spirit is dead, and we have seen and examined the corpse with our own eyes, otherwise, this batch of food must be given, and not a single grain can be missing." After a pause, Lao let out a long breath and slightly adjusted his tone:
"Parma, go back and tell your father not to feel bad about this small loss. There is an old Chinese saying that goes, 'As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood.' Compared to life, nothing counts.

The young secretary's name is Palma, whose full name is Palma Janean Radakri. He is the eldest son of the Radakri family.

At the same time, it is also a thorn in the side of Rao, the Prime Minister of the Cabinet. If nothing unexpected happens, Parma will become the next Prime Minister in about 10 to 15 years.

Parma's father was the governor of Maharashtra, the richest state in India, and also the largest grain merchant in India.

The company he secretly controlled controlled more than 5% of the domestic grain trade and almost monopolized all international grain trade.

It’s not an exaggeration to call him the King of Grain.

This batch of 30 tons of grain, which is about to be shipped to Persia, will be shipped from the grain king’s granary located in Nehru Port in Mumbai.

Of course, money must be paid, but the Indian government is currently facing a serious fiscal deficit, so it must be paid in batches and installments.

At the same time, the settlement is only based on the cost price, there is little profit, and you may even have to pay a considerable amount of ocean shipping fees.

This made Parma and his son extremely dissatisfied, and the entire Radakli family was also quite dissatisfied. It was clearly a public and national affair, but in the end their family had to pay the bill.

For these termites that are used to sucking blood, not making any profit is a huge loss. They can’t get enough of taking advantage, and they can’t bear any loss at all.

Rao added: "Parma, this matter cannot be delayed. The freighter must be out to sea within three days."

"Okay, Prime Minister, I understand."

Palma nodded seemingly obediently, but his eyes revealed a hint of dissatisfaction and hatred that was difficult to conceal.

6000 meters below the Demon Mist Mountain, above the endlessly flowing underground river, the gunfire stopped and the vast underground space fell into an eerie silence again.

"93 'male insects'. I have killed at least one third of this group of big insects. I guess the old long insect spirit is also seriously injured. He dare not move rashly for the time being."

On the crude raft, Du Weiguo held two guns, keeping watch on his surroundings while secretly calculating.

In that lightning-fast confrontation just now, he took advantage of the convenience of space and caught everyone by surprise. All the "male insects" that climbed up to the dome and tried to attack him were killed by him.

This thing is really powerful, and also extremely rare.

Think about it, there are at least hundreds of millions of poisonous insects outside, but there are only a few hundred "male insects" in front of you, and each of them is a powerful poisonous king.

I don’t know how long it took the old worm spirit to save up this fortune.

Before, Du Weiguo only killed one, and the old worm moved them all back underground. Now, nearly a hundred of them were killed at once, which must be heartbreaking.

"Tsk, old worm, if you don't move, then I will move!"

Having just won a small victory and gained some advantage, Du Weiguo would not be foolish enough to continue the confrontation. He propped up the "boat pole" with all his strength and continued to move towards the other side.

He just wanted to force the old insect spirit to make a move. Only when it moved could Du Weiguo counterattack in a flexible manner.

In addition, Du Weiguo also lacked a sense of security because he always stayed in the middle of the water. Although the raft was tied firmly, he still felt more secure than having his feet on solid ground.

"Sssss~"

"Susu~"

Sure enough, as soon as Du Weiguo moved, the people on the other side became anxious.

The hissing of the old worm spirit at this moment was no longer just a threat; it was fast and urgent, and sounded like a naked curse.

The "male insects" lurking in the dense forest became restless, but dared not make any big movements and could only hesitate and circle around in their hiding places.

They are smart and cherish their lives. The tragic deaths of nearly a hundred of their kind have severely frightened them.

"Pah, that's all you have? You're still pretending to be a real dragon? I think you're just a lizard with horns at best!"

Du Weiguo spat and said sarcastically, not caring whether the old insect spirit could understand Chinese or not.

To be honest, Du Weiguo did have some contempt for this long worm spirit that always hid in the dark and never showed up.

Damn it, as a boss, he can't even communicate with consciousness and can only hiss. It's too shameful.

As early as a few years ago, when Du Weiguo had just left the country, the pig demon Nightmare could communicate with him in his consciousness.

Not to mention big bosses like Baobian, Xiangpan, and Lilith, which one can't be talked to?

If the long insect spirit on the opposite side knew what Du Weiguo was thinking at this moment, he would surely be furious and curse loudly.

Fuck you, your consciousness is like an airtight iron ball, without even a crack, how can I talk to you?

"Woo~"

As if in response to Du Weiguo's provocation, a strange noise finally came from the dense forest on the opposite bank, which sounded very much like the sound of a white wind blowing across the ground at a high speed.

"Boom~"

Immediately, the entire underground space began to shake violently, and countless trees fell to the ground, making earth-shaking noises.

"Fuck! It's so big! So long!"

Amid the flying sand and rocks, Du Weiguo could only barely see an extremely huge and terrifying figure rushing towards him.

His estimation was correct. It was indeed a snake-like creature, several times larger than a train, and its entire body was as black as ink. A rough estimate showed that it was at least 200 meters long.

As for whether this thing was a snake or a dragon, and whether it had horns and claws, Du Weiguo didn't know. He didn't see it clearly at all, and he didn't have time to look at it again.

This insect spirit is too fast.

At this moment, the straight-line distance between it and Du Weiguo was about 1 kilometers. At its speed, it would probably only take a few seconds for it to arrive in front of him.

At this moment, Du Weiguo was still nearly a hundred meters away from the shore. He had underestimated the terrifying power of this long worm spirit.

The same big tree, with similar thickness, is completely vulnerable in front of it and is easily smashed to pieces.

Damn, Du Weiguo doesn’t want to fight with this big long worm in the water.

The next moment, he suddenly had a strange-shaped weapon in his hand. It looked like a harpoon gun, but the barrel was very thick, and there was a steel cable as thick as chopsticks connected to the back of the harpoon.

This thing was a rope-shooting gun that Du Weiguo commissioned Reina to specially customize for him by MI6.

The Sixth Department has an equipment research and development center that is very good at ingenious techniques. The high-tech mask on Du Weiguo's face came from this department.

Du Weiguo customized a total of 6 rope shooting guns. The shortest steel cable is 50 meters long and the longest is 600 meters.

The one he took out now was 150 meters long, which was just right for current use.

"Bang!" The rope-shooting gun makes a loud noise and the corresponding power is also very strong.

The gun tip shot out with the steel shuttle and nailed deeply into the trunk of a big tree. The four tiger claws popped out and locked it due to inertia. The steel cable in the rear end of the gun chamber immediately stopped releasing and suddenly tightened.

At this moment, the old worm was less than 600 meters away from Du Weiguo.

"Om~"

The winch of the rope-shooting gun suddenly tightened, and Du Weiguo instantly took advantage of the force to fly into the air and towards the shore.

His rope-shooting guns are high-end products, finely crafted, each worth nearly 5000 pounds, which can be exchanged for dozens of AKs.

However, you get what you pay for, and the quality is excellent. Even with a weight of 700 kilograms, the cable can still be retracted very quickly.

"boom!"

When Du Weiguo was only a dozen meters away from the river bank, the surrounding trees suddenly collapsed, and a bloody mouth that was as big as the abyss suddenly bit towards him.

Until this moment, Du Weiguo finally saw the true appearance of this giant worm spirit.

Neither a dragon nor a snake.

This big worm has a single vertebral horn on its head, and its upper and lower jaws are covered with scimitar-like fangs. Its tongue is not forked, very long, and covered with fine inverted teeth.

Its body is covered with table-sized scales, and it has a pair of dark green vertical pupils. It is smart and ferocious, and it is obvious that it can see.

There are two tumor-like protrusions on both sides of the front body. According to the basic logic of biological structure, two legs should be able to grow in this position.

A dragon! A dragon that is in the process of transforming, but has not yet grown its front claws!
With just one glance, Du Weiguo recognized the true form of the long worm spirit.

The giant dragon's swallowing movement was as fast as lightning. In just a moment, Du Weiguo had already entered between its two mouths.

The scimitar-like fangs squeezed and closed quickly, and the tongue full of inverted teeth was less than half a meter away from Du Weiguo, and the fishy smell was overwhelming. (End of this chapter)