Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

Nearly 10,000 meters in the sky, Lin Jiaojiao's parachute became tangled into a ball, completely losing its ability to stop her from falling. She was falling rapidly like a meteor.

"Ah~ah~I'm going to die, Du boy, hurry up and save me!"

Lin Jiaojiao was waving her hands and feet around like a madman, yelling incoherently.

In fact, with Du Weiguo's keen eyesight, he noticed the moment Lin Jiaojiao cut off the parachute shoulder straps and reacted immediately.

So what was his reaction?
Looking through his bag, I saw a huge backpack half a person's height slung across his chest, which was filled with his equipment.

Why do you need to search the bag?
At this moment, the horizontal distance between him and Lin Jiaojiao is nearly 50 meters, and the vertical distance is more than 20 meters, and it is now increasing rapidly.

Du Weiguo is now high in the sky and his parachute has been opened. He has no way of getting close to Lin Jiaojiao quickly, not even by teleporting.

His teleportation skill cannot carry people, nor can he carry too many things. There is no limit on weight, but the main thing is the volume.

He can only take away things within a meter or so around him, and they cannot be living things.

The Evil Shuttle he usually used had a maximum extension length of only 28 meters, which was not enough to reach people.

He moved very quickly. It only took him one second to find the rope-shooting gun from his bag, and another second to assemble it.

At this time, the vertical distance between Lin Jiaojiao and him had already reached nearly a hundred meters.

"boom!"

Without even aiming, Du Weiguo just raised his hand and shot.

A second later, the rope gun, pulled to its limit, narrowly hooked Lin Jiaojiao's twisted parachute.

The huge inertia pulled Du Weiguo and his umbrella down violently. Fortunately, his umbrella was specially made and of high quality, so he quickly stabilized.

"Lin Jiaojiao, stop moving! If you twist again, I'll let go!"

The gears of the rope gun turned, pulling Lin Jiaojiao upwards, but she struggled and flapped violently, like she was swinging on a swing, which seriously hindered the process of reeling in the rope.

If Du Weiguo wasn't strong enough, he wouldn't be able to hold her back.

However, after hearing the roar and the sudden drop in her falling speed, Lin Jiaojiao became obedient and stood still like a weight.

In an instant, the rope gun was completely retracted. Du Weiguo grabbed her parachute, pulled her in front of him like a dead dog, and cut the parachute swiftly.

"I was so scared. Thank you, thank you."

Lin Jiaojiao, like an octopus, used her hands and feet to wrap around Du Weiguo tightly. Her face was pale and her whole body was shaking like a sieve. She no longer had the arrogance she had before.

"Lin Jiaojiao, be gentle, there are mines in my bag, remember to put your claws away."

Du Weiguo scolded angrily.

A few hours later, Indian Ocean, Bay of Bengal.

500 meters below the sea, it is deep, silent and dark, just like the legendary underworld.

"Either in the sky or under the sea, and always traveling at night. What's the matter? Du boy, are you a Yanbahu (bat)? You can't stand the light?"

In the rest cabin of the Kunpeng submarine, Lin Jiaojiao, who was still in shock and with wet hair, crossed her arms and complained in a low voice.

She was really frightened by the shock in the air just now and almost peed herself. At this moment, she missed the feeling of being on solid ground so much.

"Lin Jiaojiao, why didn't I notice that you are such a chatterbox before? What's the matter? You came back alive after a near-death experience?"

Miss Hu's eyes were cold, and her voice was equally cold.

Just now at high altitude, Du Weiguo's intimate gesture of hugging Lin Jiaojiao, although it was for the purpose of saving people and was separated by a backpack, still touched the sensitive nerves of the Jealous King.

Having said that, although Miss Hu has always had a strong desire for sex, she is definitely not that jealous.

After all, it is an established fact that Du Weiguo, a playboy, is surrounded by a large group of beautiful women, and she has never shown such strong hostility towards any woman before.

But towards Lin Jiaojiao, she was extremely sensitive and was on high alert.

"Hu Laowu, did I jump into the well holding your child in my previous life? Why are you targeting me everywhere? What's the matter? Are you particularly regretful that I didn't die from the fall just now?"

Lin Jiaojiao has a very similar personality to Miss Hu. She has a strong desire to win and is also the kind of person who won't suffer a loss in an argument.

"Yes." Miss Hu nodded seriously.

"I'm so sorry. Just now, I saw you cut your umbrella with your cat's claws like an idiot. I wanted to applaud you, but it's a pity that you didn't die from the fall."

"Fuck you!" Lin Jiaojiao was instantly enraged:

"Hu Laowu, what the hell did I do to you? My brother Lin Fengxi was killed by you, and I haven't even come to you to settle the score yet, and you're still not done with it, are you?"

Miss Hu immediately retorted:
"Lin Jiaojiao, keep your mouth shut and don't be the first to complain! It was you who tricked me first~~"

Damn it, here they come again. Du Weiguo is getting overwhelmed by their noise.

He stood up silently and walked straight to the front cabin of the submarine to find some quiet time.

"Rod, how's the ship?"

Du Weiguo handed a cigarette to Rhodes and took one for himself, then found a random topic to chat about.

In fact, with Rhodes' ability, he doesn't need to stay in the cockpit at all. After his drastic modification, he can drive any corner of Kunpeng as he pleases.

But Rhode also understood the ways of the world. Since Du Weiguo brought two beautiful girls on board, he would not join in the fun.

Hearing Du Weiguo's question, Rhodes smiled brightly, revealing a row of bright white teeth:

“Very, very good, Kunpeng is the best vehicle I have ever flown, powerful, elegant, and has almost eternal power.

Boss, I am not afraid of you laughing at me. Now, unless it is necessary to replenish supplies, I don’t want to go ashore at all.”

"Huh?" Du Weiguo was amused by his statement:
"Good fellow, the heir of the Sassoon family, a member of the High Table of the Freemasons, you stay in the sea all day long. Are there any mermaids? Rod, are you willing to give up the colorful world outside?"

"Boss, in my concept, there has never been any such thing as a world of glamour, perhaps because of my talent.

I have always liked quietness and been fascinated by machinery since I was a child, and on the Kunpeng, these two qualities can be met almost perfectly.”

When he spoke, Rhodes' voice was faint and his tone was slightly neurotic.

The key point is that while he was speaking, he stroked the dashboard with extreme affection, as if he was caressing a woman's smooth skin.

"Sigh~"

The focused eyes and gentle movements made Du Weiguo gasp and his hair stand on end.

"Damn, this guy Rhodes, could it be that he mistook these cold machines for women?" he thought to himself.

The sound of gasping brought Rhodes back to his senses: "Sir, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

"It's nothing. I just got a fever recently and have a bit of a toothache." Du Weiguo made up an excuse and quickly changed the subject:

"By the way, Rhodes, after the Freemasonry split, how much of its original strength is left?"

Today, Freemasonry has inevitably split into two new organizations.

The New Freemasonry with Akila Sassoon as the new head, and the Illuminati led by the Rothschild, Perez, and Rockefeller families.

The result of division will inevitably be mutual destruction.

The scale and influence of the new Freemasonry have shrunk greatly, and it is far inferior to the original Freemasonry. It no longer has the momentum of swallowing up the world as before.

The Illuminati is even worse off. They only have America as their base left, and the only place where they can really call the shots is North America. Even South America is useless to them.

After all, the increasingly powerful Quiana is in South America, like a sharp knife at their throats.

Of course, Du Weiguo welcomed and acquiesced to this kind of change. If Freemasonry became too powerful, he would also be very uncomfortable.

Rhode thought about this question for a long time before answering it, with a hint of melancholy and loneliness in his tone:

"About 4%."

Rhodes' personality is relatively indifferent, but after all, he has personally experienced the most glorious and awesome moments of Freemasonry.

Seeing this giant collapse and break into pieces, it is inevitable to sigh.

"Only 4% left? That's impossible?"

This answer was quite different from Du Weiguo's expectations, and he couldn't help but frown.

Rhodes put out his cigarette and replied in a serious tone:

"Boss, that's about it. After all, the Illuminati split away, leaving behind nine High Table families and dozens of small and medium-sized families.

Moreover, the Noah Corps was also tormented by that crazy woman Mina to the point of being in name only. Without military support, its influence would certainly be greatly reduced. "When he mentioned the Noah Corps, Du Weiguo was immediately distracted:

"Rod, how many teams of special abilities are left in the Noah Corps?"

"One and a half teams, seven people in total, but there are no particularly strong people who can stand on their own."

As the former deputy commander of the Noah Legion, Rhodes was very familiar with the military strength of the Freemasons and could speak almost fluently.

The Freemasons were indeed in decline. It turned out that the Noah Legion had recruited nearly 40 combat-oriented ability users and formed a total of 8 ability user teams.

Now, nearly half of them have been killed by Du Weiguo and the evil gods, and a few have been taken away by the Illuminati, leaving only two or three kittens.

"What about the bloody skull?" Du Weiguo changed the subject.

The Blood Skeletons were a special force formed by Noah's Legion specifically targeting him. Their equipment were all specially made black technology, and they even used epoch-making genetic technology.

Every member under his command possesses a physique and nerve reflex speed far beyond that of ordinary people, and their combat power is extremely strong.

“It’s been abolished.”

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"Why?" Du Weiguo was a little surprised.

Rhodes answered honestly, without hiding anything:
"The number of remaining blood skeletons is too small to form combat effectiveness. In addition, the cost of training and equipping them is too high, and their service time is too short. It is not cost-effective."

"So are the genetic enhancement agents they injected mature?"

"Immature." Rhodes shook his head decisively, his eyes revealing an undisguised disgust.

“The mortality rate of injecting the modifier is as high as 7%, and even if it is successful, the lifespan of the blood skeleton will be extremely shortened, probably no more than 5 years.

In the final analysis, this damn thing is to improve physical fitness in a short period of time at the cost of overdrawing vitality. Only that crazy woman Mina would use it. "

"Indeed, only a madman would use this." Du Weiguo nodded in agreement.

He believed that Rhodes was telling the truth, and he didn't dare to lie to himself. Besides, Miss Hu was right next door, so he didn't have the courage to lie.

"Rod, inform your father and send a copy of the formula of the existing gene modifier and the experimental records to the Saint George Central Research Institute."

Hearing this, Rhode became anxious: "Boss, this improver is really immature, has a very high mortality rate, and is inhumane~~"

Du Weiguo interrupted with a smile:
"I know, I won't use it, and I won't conduct live experiments, but this project is good and worth further research."

Rhode didn't answer immediately, but stared at him with a wandering gaze. Du Weiguo was both amused and infuriating:
"Damn it, you still don't believe me. Who am I? The greatest scourge in the world, and why would I resort to such crooked ways to commit evil?"

Hearing Du Weiguo's self-deprecation, Rhodes smiled and nodded in agreement:
"Hehe, that's true, Boss, you are indeed the biggest trouble, you don't need these."

"Fuck you~" Du Weiguo was so angry that his nose was crooked, but he had nothing to say. After all, he said it himself.

At dawn, the city of Madras after the great plague.

After a week of repairs, the corpses and ruins in the city were almost cleared.

As for the reconstruction and assistance from official organizations, that is a long way off. Given the nature of India, it is estimated that there will be no official reconstruction and assistance.

Some citizens who had nowhere to go mustered up the courage to return to the city. Even poor fishermen who had lost their livelihoods rowed their fishing boats out to sea before dawn.

No matter what, life must go on, right?
The temporary military camp in the west of the city is still there, and the number of troops stationed there has increased instead of decreased, most of whom have just been transferred from foreign countries.

Cleaning up the city, searching the city, and entering and leaving the city are all top-notch lucrative jobs. The corrupt officials and soldiers of India will naturally not let them go, and they will take turns to be the boss.

The order in the military camp was very chaotic and the atmosphere was filled with smoke and foul smells.

There were people drinking, gambling, fighting, and doing all kinds of things. Even from some of the barracks, you could hear the sounds of men and women enjoying themselves.

Visiting prostitutes in military camps may sound unbelievable, but in this mysterious place called India, it is nothing new.

However, the northeast corner of the military camp was unusually quiet, and from a distance it seemed that the discipline was quite strict. Not only were there soldiers with live ammunition standing guard, but there were also patrols coming and going, and even secret sentries.

This area is clearly separated from the atmosphere of the entire military camp, and it seems like an independent world.

However, there were not many soldiers in this camp, only a few hundred at most, and some of them were injured, but each of them was full of murderous intent and had sharp eyes, and they were obviously veterans who had seen blood.

These veterans are all Shaka's subordinates.

They were all people who had fought with him, were more ambitious, followed him voluntarily, and did not want to continue to muddle through in the cesspool that was the Tianzhu Army.

Of course, these veterans definitely did not only do this for Shaka’s sake, but more because of Miss Hu.

Previously, when she was in charge of the plague control, Miss Hu's decisiveness and ruthlessness, as well as the terrifying power she displayed, left an indelible impression of her invincibility in their hearts.

Because someone in the military's upper echelons had specifically instructed the soldiers not to touch Shaka and his group of oddballs.

The barracks where Shaka was located was a small single-person tent, right at the edge of the camp.

At this moment, he was sleeping with his clothes on. He felt someone was watching him in his sleep. He suddenly opened his eyes and turned sideways to touch the pistol under the pillow.

"Shaka, it's me."

When Miss Hu's cold voice sounded, Shaka froze instantly.

"Ms. Hu, you're back!"

Seeing clearly that it was Miss Hu standing in front of him, Shaka was surprised and delighted. He turned around and saw Du Weiguo and Lin Jiaojiao, and he also hurriedly greeted them:

"Mr. Wesley, you are here too? Who is this lady?"

This guy is already considered Miss Hu's man, but Du Weiguo still didn't speak to him, just nodded.

Shaka was speaking English, which Lin Jiaojiao couldn't understand at all. She could only purse her lips and pretend to be cold and aloof.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense and take me to the cold storage immediately."

"Yes!" Shaka responded quickly.

The reason why he still brought his men to stay in Madras City is to guard the cold storage where the living "dog-men" are kept.

In fact, the "dog-men" had actually been frozen to death, but the vipers parasitic in their brains were still alive and in a dormant state.

The so-called cold storage is just a temporary modification of containers obtained from the dock. There are several ice-making machines inside, but the temperature is low enough, at more than ten degrees below zero.

"Shaka, you guard the door and don't let anyone approach." After giving a cold order, Miss Hu was the first to enter the cold storage.

On the operating bed in the container, more than a dozen "dog-men" who were frozen stiff were lying side by side.

Miss Hu stepped forward quickly, reached out and turned over the head of one of the "dog men", and a dark red cold light flashed in her hand.

The skin and bones on the back of the "dog man's" neck were cut open in an instant.

She picked it up gently again, and a white worm about the thickness of a toothpick and the length of a chopstick was pulled out.

"Look, this thing is a viper. Hurry up and get to work." Miss Hu used her fingernails to hand the viper to Lin Jiaojiao.

"Why are you holding it so high? I'm not eating it."

Lin Jiaojiao complained dissatisfiedly, then reached out and took the viper.

"Let me see, what's going on?"

The moment the touch occurred, something strange happened. Du Weiguo and Miss Hu both keenly sensed a slight, barely perceptible fluctuation.

"Fuck!" At the same time, Lin Jiaojiao screamed suddenly.

Then blood gushed out of her mouth and nose, her eyelids flared, and she suddenly fainted. The viper in her hand was crushed to pieces by her.

"what's the situation?"

Du Weiguo quickly supported her and looked at Miss Hu with a frown.

Miss Hu was rarely not jealous. She quickly checked her pulse and even opened her eyelids to take a look. Then she shook her head and said in a very serious tone:

"I don't know either. It should be a mental backlash. Lin Jiaojiao's sensing ability is unique. Maybe she sensed the consciousness projection of the alien creature you mentioned through the viper."

"Viper?" Du Weiguo's face also turned gloomy.

"Yes." Miss Hu nodded slowly, her tone was surprisingly serious:
"Lin Jiaojiao's mental defense is not weak. This is the only possibility I can think of to make her like this in an instant."

"Damn it!" Thinking of the painful experience when the snake forced its way into his consciousness, Du Weiguo's expression suddenly became stern.

He glanced at Lin Jiaojiao, who was lying in his arms, blood all over her face, unconscious, and asked in a deep voice:

"How is she now? Is her life in danger?" (End of this chapter)