Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

"Can you give me a way to survive?"

When everyone heard Uncle Jiu begging for life in such a humble manner, the cave suddenly became so quiet that one could hear a pin drop, and they were stunned.

Although the City Hunter trio had never dealt with him directly, they were naturally familiar with the famous private detective, Uncle Jiu, the Chinese Chief Detective of the three districts.

My goodness, Uncle Jiu is simply the rebirth of Haibizhu. He is neither flattering to his superiors nor disrespectful to his subordinates. He is honest and stubborn.

Although many people in Hong Kong are unhappy with Uncle Nine, even most of the Chinese police officers in the police force can't stand him.

But it is undeniable that everyone admires him. Not to mention it, the fact that he regards money as dirt is enough.

But they didn't expect that the legendary strong-willed Uncle Nine would actually surrender and beg for life as soon as he opened his mouth, which shattered their three views.

The one who couldn't believe it the most was Pengzi, his eyeballs almost popped out.

After all, he was promoted by Uncle Jiu. He knew Uncle Jiu's pride and, of course, his bad temper better than anyone else.

In the past few years, Pengzi has never seen Uncle Jiu bow to anyone. Even if it was the evil spirit in front of him, he dared to confront him head-on.

In addition, Pengzi felt extremely sad and distressed when he saw Uncle Jiu, who was at the end of his rope and had fallen into the dust.

Pengzai is a man with a conscience. Although he and Uncle Jiu have drifted apart because of their different philosophies, he has not forgotten Jianba's kindness.

"Uh~uh~" Pengzai wanted to plead for Uncle Jiu, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't know where to start.

"Ha~" Hu Sanke was not confused. He chuckled disdainfully:

"A way to survive? Ask for the little girl next to you? Is she your niece?"

"Yes." Uncle Jiu nodded, his tone was sad and desolate:

"I know I have no chance of survival, but I don't want to bring disaster to my family. Xiaomei is just a child, and these things have nothing to do with her.

If you promise to let her go, I will tell you everything I know. Otherwise, even if you kill me, you won’t get what you want.”

"Hehe~" Upon hearing this, Hu San laughed again, and his tone became more playful:
"Threatening me? Feng Jiu, do you think you still have bargaining chips with me now?"

Without waiting for Uncle Jiu to reply, he continued to speak:
"I can knock you out first, then grab the little girl inside, and then break her fingers one by one in front of you."

"Feng Jiu, when the time comes, no matter what I ask, will you still be qualified to refuse?"

“You dare!” Uncle Jiu’s pupils instantly filled with blood, and his fists were clenched so hard that they made crackling sounds, but he did not dare to rush up and fight with Hu San.

"Tsk tsk, what is there for me, Hu Lao San, to be afraid of?"

Hu San smacked his lips and glanced at him with contempt:
"Feng Jiu, although you are old-fashioned, you are not stupid. You should have cultivated the most basic clairvoyance. You know very well the consequences of fighting with me, so you took the initiative to come out and beg for mercy."

The Taoist clairvoyance is not some special ability of the eyes, but a way of making intuition more sharp and precise.

Then through some specific means, such as fortune-telling, one can make intuition concrete, be able to sense danger, good or bad fortune, and fortune, and to a certain extent, avoid danger and seek good fortune.

Uncle Jiu's face turned pale, he pursed his lips tightly and said nothing, but his eyes were full of defiance and unwillingness to submit.

"Fuck!" Hu San spat out the cigarette butt and cursed loudly:

"Fuck it! Since you've already begged for mercy, why are you still pretending to be numb in front of me? You traitor! You idiot, do you think you're so proud?"

"I'm not a fool~"

Uncle Jiu's face turned red after being scolded. Just as he was about to retort, he was interrupted by Hu San's non-stop and violent attack.

"You are not what? You are not a person!"

"Without Wesley's support, what would you be? You'd probably still be digging for loaches on the island now? You don't need to show off your perverse theory that law is above everything else to me.

I want to ask you, who has made this law since ancient times? With Wesley's current status and position, is he qualified to amend the law?"

What Hu San said is rough but true. If you have money, the rules can be flexible. If you have power, the rules serve you. If you have neither money nor power, then the rules are tailor-made for you.

To put it bluntly, laws are rules set by those in higher positions for those below them.

They themselves have never thought of abiding by it, otherwise, there would be no such thing as a privileged class.

When an emperor breaks the law, he shall be punished just as severely as a commoner. This is just a nice thing to say and should not be taken seriously. Throughout history, whether in the East or the West, has any emperor ever been put on trial?

With Du Weiguo's current power and position, he can certainly make the rules, not to mention the rules of the dark world. Even if he wants to amend the laws and regulations of Hong Kong Island, England will have to accept it.

Hu San became more and more excited as he cursed, his saliva flying everywhere:

"Damn it, Hong Kong Island is occupied by those British ghosts, and the real owner didn't dare to say a word, but you jumped out impatiently. Are you pretending to be a judge?"

As if he had found his form, Hu San used his ultimate move and killed the enemy with one sword.

"Backstabbing the benefactor, being disloyal, being childless in old age, being unfilial, acting in a shady and dirty way, being unkind, being deserted by all, being unjust, being unfaithful, unfilial, unkind, and unjust.

Besides that, Feng Jiu, you are still a big fool. You were sold as a pawn, but you still think you are a big shot. "

"You, I~Pfft~"

His curse was somewhat far-fetched, but Uncle Jiu still felt a tightness in his chest. As soon as he opened his mouth, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Then his eyes rolled up and he fell limply to the ground as if his spine had been pulled out.

"Humph, you idiot." Hu San gave Uncle Jiu a cold look.
"That's all you have? You still want to rebel? When you wake up later, I'll continue to scold you."

Then he turned around and ordered:
"Take the second fork on the left, and keep following the water. Mengbo, go and bring that little girl back. Remember, don't hurt her!"

India, an important city in central China, Nagpur.

There is an Ambassari Lake Garden in the east of the city, which is known as the most beautiful place in the city. Deep in the garden, there is a palace by the lake.

The entire palace complex is dominated by gold and red, combining the architectural styles of ancient Persia and India. It is simple, grand and full of exotic charm.

This is the Dharmala Palace, which was designed and built by Humayun, the second emperor of the Mughal Empire. It has now become a sanatorium that is not open to the public.

At this time, the entire palace was silent, and all the officials who came here for vacation and recuperation, regardless of rank or status, were cleared away.

Moreover, the palace's alert level was raised to the highest level, and a reorganized regiment was dispatched to surround most of the lake.

Such a grand ceremony was just to receive two distinguished guests, Miss Hu and Lin Jiaojiao.

A few days ago, under the wise command of these two heroines, the "dog-man" plague was once again resolved cleanly and efficiently.

They also used artillery shells to plow the land, destroying a town in the process. Tens of thousands of people were blown into pieces, leaving no trace of their bodies.

It is said that since Du Weiguo and Miss Hu came to India to start a war with the Kui Sect, in less than a month, nearly 20 civilians have been killed or injured, and the economic losses are incalculable.

This was the heaviest loss India had ever suffered. Even during the world wars, there was not so much blood shed and so many deaths in such a short period of time.

Now, the entire Tianzhu high-level officials hate Du Weiguo so much that their hatred level is off the charts.

The voices of opposition and even calls for all-out war are growing louder and louder.

However, the thunder was loud but the rain was small. These fat-bellied termites were bullies in their own home. They only dared to shout behind closed doors, but no one dared to jump in front of Miss Hu and confront her.

Not only that, the sharpness and ruthlessness displayed by Miss Hu also scared these clueless guys.

They denounced and even scolded him behind his back, but acted extremely flattering in front of him, almost kneeling down to lick his ass. Three days had passed since the last destruction of Mejia Town. During this period, Miss Hu had been lingering in the palace and had not continued to eliminate the Hu Cult.

Firstly, her consciousness was badly damaged when she faced the Viper last time, leaving her with hidden injuries, and she really needed to recuperate.

Secondly, Du Weiguo had contacted her alone before he disappeared. No one knew what they talked about, but since then, she had been keeping quiet.

"Ms. Hu, the latest telegram!"

In the pavilion in the backyard of the palace, Gibson walked quickly. He had rushed back from Hong Kong Island last night.

There was no way. The commotion caused by Miss Hu in Tianzhu was too loud. It was almost to the point of angering God and people. There had to be someone who had a say to mediate.

Gibson was originally the head of the Sixth Bureau in India, and now he is Du Weiguo’s personal liaison officer, which is just right for him.

As for Hong Kong Island, Rick is now on the plane back to Hong Kong and is expected to arrive tonight.

Yang Caiyu, who was far away in Britain, had already woken up. The craftsmanship of this kid, Ye Mo, was quite good. She had completely forgotten about having met Wen Wan and had been to Hong Kong Island.

He threw himself back into the hellish training with full passion.

However, MI150 once again raised her defense level, arranging 6 special agents, divided into 24 groups, to provide -hour uninterrupted protection.

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Within a 2-kilometer radius of Yang Caiyu's residence, every household, every shop, and every person was thoroughly checked.

Mr. J also personally ordered that any stranger who attempted to encounter or approach Yang Caiyu during her daily movements would be arrested and strictly interrogated.

If necessary, you can shoot them directly.

Are you kidding? MI150 has a killing target. With special agents, killing hundreds of people by mistake is enough.

In the pavilion, there is a small-leaf red sandalwood lounge chair. At this moment, Miss Hu is lazily lying on it with her eyes closed, resting.

"Where did the telegram come from?" Miss Hu asked lazily without even raising her eyelids.

"Deputy Minister Reina just sent it." Gibson said seriously without showing any emotion.

"read."

“Yesterday at 3am, a Lockheed C-141 was hijacked by unknown persons at the Citi Military Airport in Tarfaya, Mauritania.

At 5pm yesterday, the plane was shot down by the Citigroup Navy in the Red Sea, off the coast of Jeddah. The wreckage has been salvaged and no hijackers have been found.

"Hmm?" Miss Hu frowned slightly and opened her eyes.

"What else?"

This information seemed to have nothing to do with her, but she knew that Reina and Gibson were not idiots and would never put irrelevant information in front of her.

Sure enough, Gibson immediately replied:

"Deputy Minister Reina highly suspects that the hijackers of this plane are members of the Leech and Viper cult."

"Highly suspicious?"

Miss Hu sat up, there was a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone, and a dark red light flashed in her eyes.

"I'm very sorry, Miss Hu."

Gibson's expression suddenly became stern, and he straightened his back unconsciously, like a new recruit facing an inspection by his superior.

"At present, no direct evidence has been collected. This conclusion is inferred from the time, region, and motive."

He quickly glanced at Miss Hu's face and continued to explain:
"Before, Masar had appeared in Morocco, and Tarfaya~~"

"Okay, I know all this." Miss Hu raised her hand to interrupt him.

She picked up the cigarette case on the side table, lit a cigarette, thought for a moment, and then asked, "Gibson, any other news?"

Gibson is definitely a qualified intelligence officer. He reported concisely:

"In Hong Kong Island, Mr. Hu San has captured Feng Jiu alive. We should be able to get the list of the Landlord Association soon."

"The first batch of custom-made Kirin smoke shells produced by Saint George is already on its way by air and is expected to arrive in Nagpur in 17 hours."

Miss Hu nodded noncommittally: "Well, is there anything else?"

"In addition, Mr. Lu Yan, and the black dog nicknamed Nightmare returned to Hong Kong Island from Siam yesterday."

"Ha~" Upon hearing this, Miss Hu smiled playfully:
"That woman surnamed Zhao is really a dog. She has a strong sense of territory and is afraid that others will snatch her meat and bones."

Gibson had no way of responding to this. He could only pretend to be deaf and dumb and lower his eyelids to look at his toes.

Even though this guy is a genuine Westerner, he also knows a thing or two about traditional Eastern palace fighting dramas.

Gibson is Du Weiguo's personal intelligence officer, not Miss Hu's subordinate. He doesn't want to take sides rashly and get involved in the fight in the harem.

"Tsk, Gibson, you know a lot."

Miss Hu glanced at him with a smile, and Gibson looked up to meet her soul-piercing eyes, and suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

"Hu, Ms. Hu, I~" Gibson's brain froze and he didn't know how to defend himself for a moment.

"That's enough." Miss Hu waved her hand.

"I understand everything. We will not take any action until the Qilin bullet arrives. Gibson, go and have a rest."

"Okay, Ms. Hu, if you need anything, just let me know."

Gibson suddenly felt as if he had been pardoned and turned around to leave, but he suddenly remembered something and stopped abruptly.

"By the way, Ms. Hu, there is one more small matter."

"what's up?"

"Before I came to Tianzhu, Lei Qianjun disappeared."

"Oh, I know." Miss Hu nodded indifferently.

To her, Lei Qianjun was just an ordinary person who was dispensable, and he was also an ordinary person who stabbed Du Weiguo in the back.

Miss Hu naturally doesn't care about the life or death of such a character.

"Hoo~" Miss Hu exhaled a long puff of smoke, looked into the distance with a faint gaze, and said to herself:
"It's really a mess, Duda, where have you been?"

After flicking the cigarette butt, she angrily cursed:
"And that damn old woman Lin Jiaojiao actually wants to eat all by herself. Aren't you afraid of eating you to death?"

At the same time, at Demon Mist Mountain, at the edge of the fog.

Lin Jiaojiao's eyes sparkled, and she was shaking with excitement, as if she was having an epileptic seizure:
"Ha! Du boy really didn't lie to me. There are so many cute little babies. I'm rich!"

She once again carefully felt the countless dragons and insects lurking in the fog. Her eyes became brighter and brighter, and something called ambition rose in her.

"Well, they all have owners, but it doesn't matter, when Du comes back and helps me kill that old worm, they will all be mine.

As long as I can subdue these little darlings, Tianzhu will be my territory from now on. Damn, even the Jade Emperor can’t stop me!” (End of this chapter)