Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

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Seeing the leader of the Vip sect explode into a bloody mist, Du Weiguo keenly sensed a sense of danger.

Miss Hu and Lin Jiaojiao were no mediocre people either. They reacted very quickly and stopped their forward momentum immediately, and turned back at an incredibly fast speed.

However, what surprised Du Weiguo was that this guy's self-explosion did not cause any special abnormalities.

It just left some blood stains on the bodies of Miss Hu and the others. The dark red and black blood had a faint fishy smell.

"Are you okay?" Du Weiguo asked loudly.

While questioning, his hands were not idle. The custom-made pistol emitted flashes of fire, and those Viper followers who were sitting cross-legged on the ground in the hall, blowing conch shells and chanting scriptures were shot in the heads one after another to death.

Du Weiguo would never show the slightest mercy to these inhuman beasts of the Vi Sect.

"It's okay!" Miss Hu took off her bloodstained coat with disgust.

"Fuck, this is so disgusting, this bastard's dirty blood is all over me!"

Although Lin Jiaojiao was cursing, her voice was full of energy and it was obvious that nothing had happened.

"Okay, you guys go out first, I'll clean up the rest of this mess."

Du Weiguo breathed a sigh of relief, put away his custom-made pistol, and deftly took out a large string of long, dark incendiary bombs from his backpack.

This thing was specially made by him at the MI6 Equipment Center and was named Hellfire.

In addition to the normal white phosphorus and thickener, liquid dicyanoacetylene was added, greatly enhancing the power of the explosion.

The flame temperature generated instantly by Hellfire can reach as high as 3600 degrees, which can even melt through steel. It is definitely a powerful weapon.

A moment later, the entire Nandi Temple was completely engulfed by the fire that shot up into the sky, and the sky was burned red by the fire.

The next day, midnight.

A few dozen kilometers outside Bangalore, in the lower reaches of the Cauvery River, a blazing bonfire was lit in the empty wasteland.

"Crackle~" A big fat sheep was roasted on the campfire, and the fat dripped, creating a few sparks.

This sheep is not a wild sheep from the mountains, but the most famous Gangba sheep in India. Of course, it was taken away by the thief Du Weiguo from the nearby villages and towns.

The mutton had been roasted by now. He cut a piece of golden-brown, fatty but not greasy lamb chop from the fat sheep's ribs and handed it to Miss Hu.

"Hu Da, how do you feel? Are you okay?"

Before, the leader of the Viper Cult blew himself up. Although Miss Hu dodged quickly enough and was not affected much, she was still inevitably splattered with blood.

The methods used by these beasts in the Vi sect are so treacherous that they cannot be judged by common sense. Du Weiguo is worried that there may be hidden dangers.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. This should be a form of mental marking."

Miss Hu took the barbecue, took a delicious bite of the lamb chops, and replied in a vague tone.

"What does mental marking mean?" Du Weiguo was a little curious about this new concept that he had never heard of before.

"Well, it's a young ewe about a year old. The mutton is quite tender and cooked well, but the chili powder is not evenly spread."

Miss Hu deliberately smacked her lips loudly, commented on the store, and then replied:

"It's a special means of identification. The foul blood of the guy who blew himself up should be mixed with the body fluids of vipers. If it sticks to my skin, it may be sensed by my kind from a long distance."

After swallowing the mutton in her mouth, she rubbed the back of her hand that was once stained with blood and added:
"This thing is a bit weird. Although it is harmless, it can get into the skin and cannot be washed off with water. However, this method is time-limited and will become ineffective after a while."

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo frowned immediately: "How long can the effect last, and how far is the sensing distance?"

"Uh~ About ten days. As for the distance, a few kilometers, ten kilometers, or even farther, I'm not sure."

Miss Hu's tone was a little hesitant, and she glanced at Lin Jiaojiao secretly. When it comes to poisonous insects, the old lynx is the expert.

"Hum~"

Noticing her gaze, Lin Jiaojiao immediately rolled her eyes and said self-deprecatingly:

"Why are you looking at me? I'm just a waste, a burden, I don't deserve to eat meat, and no one cares when I get hurt."

Du Weiguo smiled helplessly:
"Lin Jiaojiao, why are you like a child, finding fault with everything?"

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Lin Jiaojiao immediately got furious.

"That's right! Hu Laowu is fine, but you're still asking about my health. I vomited blood several times, and what's the result? Did you ask me a question?
And the roasted lamb, it was almost burnt, and you didn't even think of cutting a piece for me. What's the matter? I was raised by my stepmother, so I don't deserve to eat meat, right?"

Miss Hu would not indulge her. She raised her eyebrows and rebuked her mercilessly:
"Who told you not to eat meat? Don't you have hands? If you want to eat it, just cut it yourself."

"Hu Laowu, you are so good, how can I~~"

"Du kid, what are you doing, a sneak attack?"

At this moment, Du Weiguo suddenly threw something at her, and Lin Jiaojiao quickly caught it.

The next second, when she saw the hidden weapon in his hand, her expression changed instantly and she smiled like a flower.

"Wine? Where did you get it from?"

"Just now when I was out looking for sheep, I passed by a local rich man's house and found this. It's the best Indian Fenni wine. I know you like it, so I brought it back specially."

While speaking, Du Weiguo deftly turned the roasted lamb over, cut a large piece of meat from the ribs on the other side and handed it to Lin Jiaojiao.

"Hehe~" Lin Jiaojiao showed a few bright white teeth and glanced at Miss Hu proudly:
"There's wine and meat, that's good enough, you're thoughtful."

Du Weiguo asked like he was coaxing a child:

"How is it? Miss Lin, have you calmed down now? Can you tell me how long this spiritual mark that Hu Da mentioned lasts and how far away it is?"

The flattery was not in vain, and Lin Jiaojiao did not disappoint Du Weiguo. While eating meat and drinking, she gave a very firm answer.

"Seven days, ten kilometers."

Hearing the time and distance, Du Weiguo frowned, then slowly relaxed his brows and whispered to himself:

"Fortunately, I was far away and was not marked, so this distance is barely acceptable."

"Du Da, you want to deal with them yourself?"

Miss Hu was like a worm in Du Weiguo's stomach. She guessed what he was thinking at a glance and didn't even bother to get angry with Lin Jiaojiao.

"Well, the Hu Cult must not be allowed to stay any longer. The sooner we destroy it, the better."

The Kui Cult was indeed evil and caused him to suffer setbacks repeatedly. Du Weiguo was feeling depressed. He had just wiped out a temple but gained nothing, and even alerted the enemy. This made him more and more uneasy.

Miss Hu said in a serious tone:

"Master Du, the Kui Cult has a large number of people and their methods are treacherous. Otherwise, you should transfer Shota and the others to help."

Du Weiguo was in no mood to eat meat, so he cut some meat for each of them. Then he clapped his hands, took out his cigarette case and lit a cigarette:
"No, don't worry. I am not afraid of the mental methods of these beasts. I can only use long-range shooting with a gun, which is more than enough to deal with them. Besides, I have reinforcements. I will be fine."

Although he was very confident, Miss Hu was still worried: "But~~"

At this moment, the three of them raised their heads and looked towards the sky almost at the same time, and saw several small black dots growing rapidly.

This is a huge formation of armed helicopters, with a total of 8 Mi-24 (Jaguar) combat helicopters①.

Each armed helicopter was fully loaded with weapons and carried a whole squadron of 128 elite special forces from Unit A, who came directly from the sea for support.

Seeing the murderous armed helicopter formation, Lin Jiaojiao felt intimidated. Suddenly, she leaned close to Miss Hu's ear and asked in a low voice:
"Hu Laowu, does Du still have that piece of land vacant? Can you find a piece for me to manage as well?"

Strategic transport aircraft, nuclear-powered submarines, and a fleet of armed helicopters. Lin Jiaojiao has now fully witnessed Du Weiguo's enormous power, and basically believes what Miss Hu says.

Although she has a cold personality, she is not stupid.

Judging from Du Weiguo's attitude, there must be more than one woman around him. They all have their own territories and power, and she is not willing to be alone.

"Lin Jiaojiao, you are dreaming."

Upon hearing this, Miss Hu's heart skipped a beat. She lowered her voice and said through her back teeth:
"I conquered Persia with my own sword and gun. If you want territory, then go and ask for it yourself!"

Lin Jiaojiao was obviously not that easy to fool, and she replied word by word: "Bullshit, even if you really conquered Persia by yourself, without Du kid, can you defend it by yourself?"

Miss Hu was stunned for a moment by the question, but then her eyes rolled and she thought of a nearly perfect answer:

"So what? He's my man, isn't it his duty to help me? Lin Jiaojiao, if you have the ability, then go find a powerful man yourself."

"You, I~"

Lin Jiaojiao was speechless. No matter how thick-skinned she was, she couldn't say to someone's face, "I'm going to steal your man."

"Okay, the plane is almost here, lend a hand and help put out the fire. We are ready to go."

Du Weiguo flicked his cigarette butt into the fire, interrupting their conversation.

In fact, he had been eavesdropping the whole time, but he really couldn't get a word in on this dangerous conversation.

The next day, early in the morning, in the small town of Tumkur, northwest of Bangalore, there is a Shiva temple on the outskirts of the city.

When the first ray of sunlight shone on the earth, along with it, there came hundreds of rockets trailing white smoke.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

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A few seconds later, the entire temple was covered in flames and black smoke.

A minute later, before the smoke and dust had cleared, eight Mi-8s armed to the teeth were hovering steadily about 24 meters away from the temple.

The door of one of the helicopters opened, and Du Weiguo jumped down alone, carrying a knife switch and an assault rifle on his back.

"Da da da~" Soon, the sound of gunfire with a unique rhythm was heard in the temple.

A few minutes later, a huge fire rose from the temple, and Du Weiguo walked out with a murderous look on his face.

On the same day, at noon, a nearby temple was again attacked by rocket fire and then burned to the ground by Du Weiguo.

What's even more outrageous is that afterwards, the eight armed helicopters actually parked directly at the air force base closest to Bangalore and unceremoniously demanded to refuel.

At the same time, a transport plane had already left the base and was on its way to rendezvous, the plane loaded with the ammunition supplies needed by the Mi-24.

New Delhi, Ministry of Defence, Office of Military Intelligence.

"Bang!" Indian Defense Minister Dule slammed a copy of the latest intelligence on his desk and roared like thunder:

"This is an invasion! Naked invasion! No matter who he is or what his purpose is, we should immediately send fighter jets to shoot down those damn helicopters."

In half a day, Du Weiguo successively eliminated two strongholds of the Kui Sect. His efforts were so powerful and efficient that it was astonishing.

However, in the eyes of the whole world, his actions were undoubtedly tantamount to taking advantage of the situation by commanding the Russian armed helicopters to attack civilian targets one after another within the territory of India.

This is intolerable. No matter how cowardly India is, as a sovereign country, it cannot tolerate it.

Especially the military faction headed by Durer, they were so furious that their heads were about to explode, and their voices clamoring for war were getting louder and louder.

Of course, Dürer was not a patriot. His full name was Dürer Hussein Radhakri. He was Parma's uncle and the elder brother of the Indian grain king.

Previously, taking advantage of Du Weiguo's extortion of grain, the sinister old man Rao forced the Radhakri family to hand over more than 800 million tons of grain stored in their private warehouses, and also spit out 330 billion rupees (US$2.5 million) to settle the account.

Although it would not cause any serious damage to the Radhakri family, it was definitely a heavy loss.

The Radhakri family has been based in India for more than 200 years, ever since they became lackeys of the British Empire. When has they ever suffered such a huge loss?
They can't swallow this.

In addition, Durer had another plan. If he could really instigate the Indian officials to take action against Du Weiguo, and if he could kill the evil spirit by chance, he would become rich.

He will undoubtedly be the next president, and the Radhakri family will receive unimaginable goodwill from the outside world.

For example, Citibank, the CIA, the Rothschild family, the Perez family, the Japanese chaebols, and all Du Weiguo's enemies will become their family's most staunch allies.

As for Du Weiguo's revenge? Du Le must be afraid of it too.

However, in the face of huge benefits, he is still willing to take a gamble. Besides, he has his own plans.

After all, the one who made the final decision and ordered to deal with the evil spirit must be the current president, and the specific executor could not be him.

Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor. Even if Du Weiguo wanted to take revenge, he wouldn't be able to find him.

"Minister Dule, calm down. I think your statement is a bit too radical. We just destroyed a few strongholds of the Viper Cult. There is no need to escalate it to the level of invasion, right?"

At this moment, the old fox Rao was also present, sitting opposite Dule. He behaved surprisingly calmly.

"It sounds good to say that we should wipe out the Hu Cult, but what about the normal monks and believers in the temple? And the innocent civilians affected by the explosion!"

Durer was furious and righteous, like a general who cared about his country and his people.

"The beast Shashen is now slaughtering our people in Tianzhu, and he is openly condoning the Soviet Union's armed helicopters to commit crimes. If this is not aggression, what is it?"

"Hehehe~"

Lao couldn't bear to see the poor acting of this reckless man and couldn't help laughing.

As an old fox who had become very skilled in the government, he naturally knew all the plans of Dürer and the Radhakri family.

Sensing the mockery in the laughter, Durer narrowed his eyes and asked sternly:
"Prime Minister Rao, what are you laughing at? Do you think it's a happy thing for the evil spirits to slaughter our people in India?"

After a pause, he suddenly changed the subject and asked sinisterly:

"Or did the Prime Minister have some private agreement with the executioner Sha Shen, and did you condone his current atrocities?"

Although he was incompetent, after having been in politics for so long, Dürer had mastered the art of accusing others and throwing dirty water on others.

"Minister Dule, you can say whatever you want about food, but you can't say whatever you want about words. With your status, these unsubstantiated slanders should not come from your mouth."

As a veteran politician, Rao dismissed Dürer's criticism with just a few words, and then calmly counterattacked:

“Also, others may not know, but I’m sure you know what the situation is like in Demon Mist Mountain right now.

Let’s not talk about whether we can kill the evil spirit and withstand his revenge. I want to ask you one thing: how long can the defense line of Demon Mist Mountain hold out? "

It is almost May now, and the weather is getting warmer. The snow from the avalanche on the Demon Mist Mountain has long melted away, and the thick fog that covered the sky has returned to normal.

Although the billions of dragon insects in the mountains did not come out in full force, the ones on the outermost edge smelled the scent of blood and went down the mountain to look for food.

Without the restraint of the male insect, the dragon insect became somewhat uncontrollable.

Fortunately, after more than half a month of extreme emergency repairs, the first trench around the mountain was finally dug, and there was sufficient combustible material available.

Finally, at the cost of thousands of lives, the trench was finally defended and the dragons and insects that were coming down the mountain were stopped.

However, the number of dragon insects that attacked the trenches in this wave was only about ten thousand in total. You have to know that there are still hundreds of millions of these creatures in the mountains.

If all the dragons and insects came down the mountain at once, even with the full strength of India and the help of England, they would not be able to hold the city.

This damn thing can be called a natural disaster and it is completely beyond human control.

Upon hearing this, Dule's expression became obviously weak. He was overwhelmed by the huge benefits he would get after killing the evil spirit, and completely forgot about the Demon Mist Mountain.

Of course, it is impossible to give in verbally:

"Humph! I just don't believe it. Apart from the evil spirit, no one else can solve the crisis of the dragon insects! The whole country of Tianzhu is not as powerful as one person?"

"3646."

Rao didn't say much, but just reported a set of mathematics in a light tone.

Hearing this set of mathematics, Dürer was stunned at first, then his face turned as dark as iron, his back molars clenched, and he glared at Rao fiercely.

This set of mathematics is the number of suicide squads lost by the military in recent times in their attempts to find the Gu Master and resolve the dragon insect crisis in the Magic Mist Mountain.

There are no injured people, only missing persons.

Of all the suicide squads sent into the mountains, no one, whether it was an elite reconnaissance company or a fully-organized regiment, ever came back.

"Lao, you've stretched your hand too far!" Dule's face turned pale and he gritted his teeth.

"Haha, Dule, your plan is too naive!" Lao remained calm and composed. (End of this chapter)