Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

Mumbai, Taj Mahal Hotel, top floor.

"Lao Lei, stop fiddling with that thing and tell me, how do we deal with this?"

Gousheng pushed open the door and rushed in anxiously. He had just changed the medicine and was wrapped up like a mummy.

When Du Weiguo left Demon Mist Mountain, he asked Nim to take Gibson, Lao Lei, and Gousheng back to Mumbai to recuperate and wait for orders.

After all, Madras is a high-end bureau, and there are already many experts there, so they are of no use at all.

Moreover, the environment in Mumbai is better, especially the medical conditions, which are much better than those near the border.

The injury on Gibson's arm is quite serious and he needs another surgery, otherwise there is a risk of amputation.

However, a small incident occurred after they returned to Mumbai.

After obtaining Du Weiguo's consent in advance, Lao Lei contacted Hu Fei in Sijiu City as soon as he arrived in Mumbai.

The main purpose was to return the national treasure, the Golden Book of the Founding of the Wu Zhou Dynasty, which was recovered with great difficulty and at the cost of many lives.

Although the three national treasures stolen from Qianling Mausoleum are all priceless, they are still ranked in order of value, namely, Empress Wu's Zhou Zhang, the Founding of the Nation's Golden Book, and the life-size white jade Guanyin.

According to Lao Lei's original plan, he wanted to collect all three treasures and then return them to the country.

However, ever since he had a near-death experience at Demon Mist Mountain, this somewhat idealistic idea was extinguished.

He knew clearly that with his abilities, he would never be able to recover the national treasure in his lifetime if he was outside of China.

Du Weiguo is too busy. He experiences earth-shaking events every day, which often involve the lives and deaths of millions of people. Now it has even risen to the point where he needs to save the world.

Therefore, he really has no time to take care of such trivial matters as recovering national treasures.

Besides, he didn't really care about it in his heart. After all, they were just a few antiques from thousands of years ago.

The pride of civilization has never relied on these dead things.

In fact, Gousheng’s attitude is similar to Du Weiguo’s, ever since he left the country, especially after escaping death and reuniting with Du Weiguo.

This guy's originally suppressed temperament suddenly became active, like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins and could no longer be brought back.

Lao Lei knew all these situations clearly, so he wanted to return the golden book in his hand as soon as possible.

Otherwise, if he dies unexpectedly one day, this treasure may be stranded overseas.

However, when contacting the Sijiucheng Radio Station, Hu Fei ordered them to set off immediately, rush to Hong Kong Island as quickly as possible, and then meet with a man code-named "Old Dog".

Not only that, Hu Fei also made it clear that this matter had to be kept secret from Du Weiguo throughout the process.

"Lao Lei, I'm asking you, what are the rules?" Gou Sheng was impatient and asked again after just a few seconds.

"I don't know." Lao Lei replied in a muffled voice.

"Don't know?" Gousheng raised his thick eyebrows.

Lao Lei didn't say anything. He gently put the golden book of the founding of the country in his hand into a wooden box padded with silk. He then put the wooden box into a sealed iron box, put it in a waterproof canvas bag, and sealed it carefully.

The Golden Book, as its name suggests, is a book made of gold foil, on which are recorded the important events of the Zhou Dynasty by Wu Zetian herself.

In fact, it is not heavy, less than 3 kilograms, but in Lao Lei's hand, it weighs more than a thousand kilograms.

In order to get it back, Lao Guo died, Wang Li died, and several other comrades died. Gou Sheng was disfigured, Gibson was disabled, and dozens of MI6 field agents died.

This incident might even trigger an insect plague outbreak in Demon Mist Mountain, which would be a world-destroying disaster.

Only after the canvas bag was properly put away did Lao Lei take off his gloves, exhaled a long breath, and said in a deep voice:
"Well, to be honest, I don't know. This is a very difficult matter."

"Oh~ It's not difficult, it's impossible!"

Gou Sheng sneered, sat down on the sofa, picked up the cigarette box, and lit a cigarette:
"Lao Lei, do you think Mr. Hu has gotten senile and confused? He suddenly asked us to go to Hong Kong Island to meet up with that old dog, and he even wanted to keep it a secret. Isn't this nonsense?"

Let's not talk about whether we will betray the boss. This order is a joke. What can we hide from the boss in Hong Kong Island?"

After spending a few days with Reina, although Gousheng was always on guard against this charming foreign spy, he did hear her talk a lot about Du Weiguo's past in Hong Kong Island, and also understood his current status in Hong Kong Island.

The leader of dozens of Hong Kong gangs, the ancestor worshipped by hundreds of thousands of dwarf mules, and at least a quarter of the industries in Hong Kong Island now belong to the surname Du.

In Hong Kong Island, Du Weiguo's spies are almost everywhere in the streets and alleys, and his words are followed by laws.

Lao Lei suddenly sighed: "Alas, Hu Si is in the Forty-Nine City and is in the middle of the situation. I guess he has his own difficulties and cannot help himself."

Although he spoke very cryptically, Gousheng still understood it and suddenly became furious.

"Damn it, it must be that bastard with the surname *~~"

"Shut up!"

Lao Lei suddenly interrupted Gou Sheng with a low growl. His expression became very stern and his tone was also unusually cold:

"Shengzi, remember, no matter where you are or when, don't say a single word of nonsense."

Hearing his scolding, Gou Sheng was stunned for a moment, then laughed:
"Lao Lei, we are now in Mumbai, India, not in the Forbidden City. The emperor is far away, and you are a little too nervous. Are you afraid of enemies everywhere?"

"Huh, is that so?" Lao Lei snorted coldly:

"Shengzi, you have an uncle in Shengjing. He's not in Mumbai, right? And my family is all in my hometown. Not to mention you and me, even Aunt Sun is still in the old city. What do you think of these people~"

Lao Lei stopped talking in time, but Gou Sheng understood. After a few seconds of silence, he replied solemnly:

"I understand, Lao Lei, don't worry, I won't say it again in the future."

Although he said that, Gousheng still didn't care. Some shackles, once taken off, could never be put on again.

"Okay, as long as you understand."

Lao Lei sighed inwardly and didn't force him. He patted him on the shoulder, sat down next to him, and picked up the cigarette box on the coffee table.

"Ding!"

Gousheng was very smart and immediately took out a 1936 limited edition pure gold Dupont kerosene lighter from his pocket and helped him light the cigarette.

Of course, this thing was given to him by Du Weiguo. He had a lot of them in his space, all of which were searched out from Payne's castle.

It must be said that since following Du Weiguo, Gousheng and his family's quality of life has made a qualitative leap, with all aspects of food, clothing and daily necessities improved.

Now even CEO Kunpeng is a smoker, and he doesn’t allow himself to smoke enough!
This type of cigarette is currently being sold for 20 or even 23 US dollars a box on the black market in Europe and the United States, and there is still no demand for it.

You know, a few months ago, Gousheng and his friends were eating corn porridge with pickles, and Daqianmen with matches.

"Lao Lei, come to the point, what are we going to do?"

After easing the awkwardness by lighting a fire, Gousheng asked again with a bitter face. He couldn't hide anything in his heart, nor did he want to hide it.

"Shengzi, what do you think?"

Lao Lei slowly exhaled the smoke, looked at Gou Sheng meaningfully, and asked tentatively.

The Yanwang team and Lao Guo left the country, and now only the two brothers are left to depend on each other.

They are all ordinary people. Under Du Weiguo's command, they are at the bottom in terms of resources, channels, combat power and comprehensive abilities.

The only remnant of honor is Du Weiguo's old friendship. In this situation, they can only huddle together for warmth, and naturally have to discuss anything together.

"My opinion is very simple. Let's wait for the leader to come back, and then listen to his arrangements. I'll do whatever he says!"

Gousheng didn't beat around the bush and spoke his mind directly.

In fact, he is not a fool without any scheming, he is just too lazy to play tricks. Besides, he is Du Weiguo's most staunch supporter, so there is nothing to worry about.

Old Lei is different. He is older, thinks a lot, and has many concerns: "But, in Sijiu City, Hu Si~"

"Hoo!" Gou Sheng suddenly exhaled a heavy puff of smoke and said faintly:

"When a general is away from home, he is not subject to military orders. Old Lei, I don't want to waste any more words. I just want to ask you one question: why do we keep it secret?"

He was a little drunk, and his tone suddenly had some inexplicable emotions:
"To put it bluntly, what's the boss's situation now? He even has a big pineapple in his hand, and there are more than one. In the whole of Sijiu City, or even China, what else can catch the boss's eye?"

Besides, we don’t even have a passport now. We are unfamiliar with the place and don’t speak the language. How can we go to Hong Kong Island without telling anyone? Isn’t it better to jump into the sea and swim over there?”

After crushing the cigarette butt fiercely into the ashtray, Gou Sheng cursed as a conclusion: "Fuck!"

"Oh~" Lao Lei sighed deeply and stopped talking.

At the same time, in the heart of the Demon Mist Mountain, there was a thick fog where one could not see one’s hand in front of one’s face.

Du Weiguo and Miss Hu were squatting side by side on the thick branches of an unknown tree, like two giant monkeys.

"Du Da, how far is it to the cave where the half-dragon is hiding?"

Miss Hu's voice was a little breathless. In the Magic Mist Mountain where there was no road at all and visibility was extremely low, even though she was born in the mountains, it was still quite difficult for her to keep up with Du Weiguo.

"It's probably still about 20 kilometers."

Du Weiguo was holding a cigarette in his mouth, his voice sounded muffled and his expression was a little gloomy.

"Further ahead is a section of road covered in snow. Many trees are buried and there is no way to use them as leverage. Now that the snow is half-melted, people can't walk either. We can only take a detour."

Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Miss Hu deliberately teased him, "Du Da, are you sure that we are heading in the right direction?"

Just now, Du Weiguo got lost twice and had to teleport out of the foggy area to reposition himself, which was quite embarrassing.

"Yeah, sure."

"So, your teleportation really can't bring people with you?"

"No, Hu Da, you've asked me eight times."

Miss Hu curled her lips, snatched the cigarette from Du Weiguo's mouth, and put it in her mouth:
"Are you impatient? I'm tired, Duda. You can carry me on your back and swing on the tree for a while."

"I can't recite it." Du Weiguo refused without hesitation.

"Why?" Miss Hu was a little unhappy and raised her voice involuntarily.

"It's too heavy. The branches can't bear it." Du Weiguo lit another cigarette, his voice becoming even deeper.

"What? How can I be that heavy?"

Miss Hu immediately got furious. No woman could accept being criticized for being fat, not even a vixen.

But it must be said that Miss Hu is really heavy, although she is only 165cm tall and has a slim figure.

However, his weight is close to 200 kilograms, and his bone and muscle density is far beyond that of ordinary people.

Add to that Du Weiguo and all kinds of equipment, weighing less than two thousand kilograms. The Nine Nether Lock can withstand it, but it is really hard to withstand ordinary tree branches.

"Huh~" Du Weiguo took a short breath and smoked half a cigarette, then he exhaled the smoke and explained:

"It's not you, it's me who's too heavy. I've been gaining weight recently, and I probably weigh over a thousand pounds now."

"What? Over a thousand pounds?"

Upon hearing this, Miss Hu widened her eyes in astonishment and pinched his arm in disbelief:

"You're almost as big as a bear. I can't tell. I feel like you've lost a bit of weight."

Du Weiguo was obviously not in the mood to talk. He took another puff of his cigarette, flicked the butt and stood up.
"Okay, it's time to rest. Let's go and continue on our journey."

Miss Hu shook her head quickly:

"I haven't rested enough. I was exhausted in Madras. Do you think I am as tireless as you?"

She was obviously joking, even acting like a spoiled brat, but Du Weiguo suddenly said seriously:

"Hu Da, why don't we go down the mountain first? After we get rid of Masar and the beasts of the Kui Cult, we can spare some time to slowly deal with this old worm spirit."

"Ok?"

Miss Hu heard the seriousness in Du Weiguo's tone and put away her joking thoughts:
"Du Da, what are you worried about?"

Du Weiguo shook his head:

"I'm not sure either. But after entering the mountain, I felt uneasy. I always felt that something was going to happen outside."

"A bad premonition?" Miss Hu frowned.

"should be."

Premonitions really exist. They are not a superpower like foreknowledge, but a kind of intuition.

Ordinary people actually also have this sensing ability, but it is very weak and sometimes works and sometimes doesn't.

However, when one reaches the level of a master like Du Weiguo, the premonition becomes more and more sensitive and basically works every time.

"Okay, then let's go down the mountain quickly." Miss Hu is decisive and never procrastinates in doing things. She stood up immediately.

"Hu Da~" Du Weiguo was somewhat moved by Miss Hu's 100% trust and support.

You know, killing the dragon is an opportunity for Miss Hu to evolve, and it may also completely solve the dragon crisis.

Now, he gave up halfway just because of his unknown premonition.

"Okay, stop wasting time and go. You're right. The monk can escape, but the temple cannot. The old worm monster has its roots here. We will be able to deal with it sooner or later."

As soon as she finished speaking, Miss Hu jumped down from the tree.

At the same time, Hong Kong Island, Kowloon Tong, Tsim Sha Tsui, Peninsula Hotel.

In the suite on the 7th floor, Yang Caiyu stood in front of the French window with her shoulders folded, staring at the blooming Victoria Harbour in front of her, a little absent-minded.

Back to three days ago, she was running in the park in Edinburgh, England, when she met a mixed-race woman who could speak Chinese.

At that time, the woman was humming a tune from southwestern China by the river, which immediately attracted her.

After arriving in England, at Yang Caiyu's repeated and strong request, Merlin and Sukari lived separately from her, but they were very close to each other, separated by only a wall.

Merlin and his men have always followed Du Weiguo's instructions and have been protecting her in secret. MI6 has also set up a special operations team just for her.

It is under the vertical management of Mr. J. There are nearly 50 people in the team, divided into 4 shifts, providing 24-hour uninterrupted protection.

However, Yang Caiyu was not detained or placed under house arrest. She could go anywhere she wanted and communicate with anyone she wanted.

However, the route she is going to take will be checked in advance, and the places she has visited and the people she has contacted will also be strictly investigated afterwards.

The security standards are comparable to those of the Queen.

And as long as she was in danger, any danger, Merlin and Sukari were confident enough to rescue her at the first opportunity.

After several months of diligent study and practice, the couple from Immortality have now become top-notch sharpshooters, even as good as Lu Yan.

After chatting with the girl for a few minutes, Yang Caiyu was surprised to find that her mother was actually from Sichuan Province, and her father had fought in Myanmar earlier and had been recuperating in Kunming.

The woman's name is Blaze. She has the firm outline of Europe and America, but also the softness of the East. She is very beautiful, and she also has a nice Chinese name, Wenwan.

Yang Caiyu was very happy to meet a half-fellow villager who could speak Chinese and had Chinese ancestry in Scotland, thousands of miles away. She immediately took her to a bench in the park to chat.

Because he didn't sense any danger, Merlin in the car not far away didn't intervene. Seeing that he didn't move, the agents from the Sixth Division also chose to stay put.

Merlin has lived for hundreds of years and is well versed in the ways of the world. He knows very well that although Yang Caiyu seems calm recently, she is actually going crazy.

Two months ago, when Du Weiguo attacked the Russian Ministry of Internal Affairs, the news of Mikhail's death reached her ears.

The first question Yang Caiyu asked was:

"I forced him to do something he didn't want to do. Will he never come back to me again?"

"He is willing to do even this impossible thing for you. I just know that he cares about you very much."

This was Sukari's answer at the time, and then Yang Caiyu squatted on the ground and burst into tears.

After being away for a few months, especially after arriving in London, I have seen and heard more and more, and the mark of being brainwashed by Guiziliu is gradually fading.

Yang Caiyu finally figured out what it meant to force Du Weiguo to assassinate Mikhail. What a ridiculous and terrifying task it was.

This was equivalent to forcing Du Weiguo to fight against the world's most powerful superpower alone, and pushing him into the abyss with his own hands.

Therefore, Yang Caiyu is almost collapsing due to regret recently.

Poor girl, her sources of information were all sorted out by Mr. J, the old fox, so she only knew that Du Weiguo had gone through great pains to kill Mikhail.

But he didn't know that the entire KGB had surrendered to him, and he didn't know that Du Weiguo and the Russian bear had entered a honeymoon period of infatuation.

Yang Caiyu, who is filled with regret, has been using inhuman training every day to numb herself and force herself to distract herself.

Even Du Weiguo would be surprised by the training plan that Yang Caiyu made herself.

Without mentioning anything else, the running alone is enough to be terrifying. Carrying a 35 kg weight, running 30 kilometers at full speed every day, rain or shine.

She was driving herself crazy, so it might be a good thing to have someone to talk to.

Of course, this mixed-race woman will inevitably face the most detailed investigation by MI6, and even her ancestors will be turned upside down.

However, it was too late. After separating from the girl, Yang Caiyu went straight to find the person in charge of the Sixth Department.

"I want to go to Hong Kong Island, now, immediately, right away!" These are her exact words. (End of this chapter)