Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

At 4:[-] p.m., the wind is sunny and the breeze is gentle, Baishawan Villa, a landscape garden facing the sea.

The appalling drinking session at noon was finally over. Three people and one dog showed off half a cow and 3 bottles of Black Mist.

This wine game ended with Du Weiguo's overall victory. Su Li and Lancelot were cut off one after another, and he was the only one left awake.

Ever since the half-grown children of the Evil Gods left Hong Kong Island and went to Guyana, no one had lived in this villa and it was completely vacant.

However, Ma Wu has always led people to take care of it carefully, so the windows are bright and clean, and the garden is also very tidy.

Beside the wall on the east side of the yard, there is a tall autumn maple planted with luxuriant branches and various postures. The afternoon sun shines through the gaps in the leaves, scattering mottled spots.

Under the shade of the tree, Du Weiguo was leaning on a recliner and smoking a cigarette. He turned his head and squinted his eyes, looking at the blue sea and blue sky in the distance.

In such a picturesque and quiet afternoon, one should have enjoyed the time leisurely, but Du Weiguo frowned, his face was sinking like water, and his mind was full of worries.

When chatting with Lancelot just now, although he said it firmly, he speculated that the perception of danger came from the blood beasts who might still be stranded on Hong Kong Island.

But in fact, Du Weiguo was a little bit uneasy in his heart. After all, the sudden arrival of Allen Les on Hong Kong Island this time was definitely a disaster rather than a blessing.

There is a strong smell of conspiracy hidden in it that cannot be dispelled, and one has to be careful to guard against it.

Even if Du Weiguo really guessed Alan's intentions, it's hard to guarantee that the old silver coin didn't beat the rabbit while completing the main task, and extinguished his thoughts by the way.

After all, he is now the number two in the CIA's black list, even if the second in command of the CIA tries to take the risk and personally acts as a bait to deal with him, it is completely justified.

The most terrible thing is that if the old silver coin is really coming for him, then in addition to the CIA, it is very likely that the Freemasons are also involved.

The Noah Legion under the Freemasonry is all composed of superpowers, and its combat power is sturdy and treacherous. Du Weiguo is very afraid.

Any superpower that can be converted into aggression is fatal and should not be underestimated. If you are not careful, it will capsize the boat in the gutter, so you must treat it with caution.

What's more, they are still haunted in groups, and the tigers can't stand the pack of wolves. Before in Sumatra, Du Weiguo was almost killed by a thunderstorm, and he was terrified.

Press the gourd to float the scoop!This is the true portrayal of Du Weiguo at the moment.

Xue Liao hadn't been punished, and Xiaoqing's vengeance hadn't been avenged, and new troubles were already piled up in front of him. There was really no peace for a moment.

At this moment, Du Weiguo's ears twitched suddenly, his eyes tightened suddenly, and Nightmare, who was dozing at his feet, also turned over.

Du Weiguo flicked his cigarette butt, stood up slowly, and looked towards the southwest coast across the sea, where the Central Ring Road was located.

Just now, there was a loud noise from that direction, which sounded like a violent explosion. Although it was tens of kilometers away and there was still a strait in between, it was still caught by Du Weiguo's ears.

Since the father of the system helped Du Weiguo upgrade his self-healing skills, his other five senses besides vision have also been significantly improved.

Among them, the improvement in hearing is the most obvious, and it has been infinitely close to the standard of capable people, no less than ordinary dogs.

It was too far away, even with Du Weiguo's extraordinary eyesight, he couldn't see anything. He stretched out his hand to stroke the stubble on his chin, and said to himself with great interest:

"It's interesting, looking at this direction, the explosion should have happened near the Government House, if it was really the KGB.

Then this new guy named Vasily is really courageous, hard steel, tsk, is this guy really not afraid of triggering a world war? . "

"Ring Ling Ling ~"

After the explosion, less than a minute later, the landline phone in the living room of the villa started ringing like crazy, non-stop and very fast.

The corner of Du Weiguo's mouth twitched, with a teasing expression, he walked over slowly, picked up the microphone unhurriedly, and spoke calmly:

"Hi, I'm Wesley."

As expected, Reina's eager voice really came from the phone: "Wesley, I'm Reina, you're at home~"

Du Weiguo sneered:
"Oh, of course, Director Reina, I have been staying at home obediently and not going anywhere. Besides, I still have time to witness. Lancelot stays with me. You just need to relax."

Leina was choked enough, but she was obviously relieved when she heard Du Weiguo's voice:

"Wesley, don't worry too much. Just now there was a self-explosion incident in front of the Government House. This is a terrorist incident, but it also involves an extremely serious diplomatic incident. I don't want you to be involved, it will be very troublesome~"

Du Weiguo smacked his lips, lit another cigarette, exhaled the smoke, and asked casually:
"So, Director Reina, Ali Turley, that insignificant bastard, was he killed?"

Hearing this, Leina on the other end of the phone gasped subconsciously. She never expected that Du Weiguo's news was so well-informed and accurate.

Almost immediately after the explosion, he could accurately call out the attacked target, and it was still over her.

Even Su Li could find out the news that Ali Turie had infiltrated Hong Kong Island secretly, so naturally it was impossible to hide it from Lei Na.

However, she didn't mention this news to Du Weiguo. It was obvious that she deliberately concealed it, and there was nothing she could do about it.

After all, she is the person in charge of MI[-], and she is naturally opposed to Du Weiguo on some issues.

Xiaoxin was exposed on the spot, and Leina's voice became weak, and her tone became a little stuttering: "Wei, Wesley, this matter~~"

As expected, Du Weiguo was not angry about the matter within Qingli, and interrupted her with a half-smile: "

That's fine, Lena, you don't need to explain this matter, you can understand it, after all, you are the director of MI[-], and you have different positions, so let's talk about whoever's job is your job. "

Reina's tone was a little emotional: "Thank you, Wesley~"

Du Weiguo suddenly changed the subject and interrupted her rambling:
"So, Reina, is it convenient for you to tell me the specifics of the situation? Is Ali Turle dead?"

Reina was silent for a moment, then lowered her voice, and replied dryly:
"3 minutes ago, a self-explosion attack occurred in the back alley of the Government House. 2 people were killed and 5 were injured. The person who was killed was Ali Turle's double. He himself escaped."

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo raised his brows immediately, like a sword unsheathed, and his tone became harsh:
"Well, ran away? Where did he go? The Citi Consulate?"

Reina seemed to accept her fate, and sighed:
"No, the news I have received so far is that Ali Turley just fled in the direction of the West Ring Pier in a car."

Du Weiguo briefly passed the topography of Hong Kong Island in his mind, and laughed:
"Wharf in West Ring? Hehe, this bastard wants to go to sea to escape, so, Lena, what is your attitude towards him? It's nothing to do with him, so hang on to it?"

Reina was very happy this time:
"Yes, my attitude is very simple, as long as I can ensure that Allen Les can leave Hong Kong Island smoothly and safely, I don't care about the life and death of Ali Turley at all."

The corner of Du Weiguo's mouth twitched: "Okay, that's what you said."

Reina seemed to have something to say: "Wesley~~"

"Bell~~"

At this moment, the satellite phone in Du Weiguo's arms suddenly rang, and with a thought in his mind, he hung up Lena's call without saying a word.

After connecting to the satellite phone, a thick man's voice came from the opposite side, speaking Chinese, although it was still fluent, but with a strong tongue-licking sound.

This is the consistent characteristic of the Russian secret service. The innate tongue-playing sound is too stubborn. In terms of language talent, it is more or less a disadvantage.

"Hi, hello, is Mr. Wesley in person?"

Upon hearing this highly recognizable voice, Du Weiguo raised his brows, and immediately became interested, and already knew in his heart that he had roughly guessed the identity of the other party.

It must be Vasily, the fresh face of the KGB mentioned by Su Li. For them with great powers, it is not difficult to find Du Weiguo's satellite phone number.

"Yes, I am Wesley, who are you?"

The man's voice is very calm, but the tone is very respectful:
"Hello, Your Excellency Wesley, I am Vasily Makarov, Chief of the Special Operations Department of the Security Committee."

"Chief of Special Operations?"

Hearing this familiar title, Du Weiguo couldn't help being stunned for a moment, somewhat amused. When he was working in the Special Service Division of the Forty-Nine City, his position was the director of the Special Operations Division.

"Yes, it is consistent with the position you once held, but unfortunately I am far less brave and invincible than you, and I am very ashamed.

By the way, Sir Wesley, what was your codename when you served in the Secret Service? Sorry, my Chinese is not good, so I can't remember it for a while. "

The corner of Du Weiguo's mouth twitched. It had been a long time since he had encountered such a pure spy fan. This was a relatively simple way to talk, and it was also a part of confirming his identity.

Although his origin is not particularly secretive, not everyone can recognize his nickname in the Secret Service.

They are not professional in intelligence, so they can't find it at all. Anyway, top intelligence brokers at Su Li's level have to spend a lot of effort to find out.

Du Weiguo didn't hide anything, and he spoke bluntly:

"When I was hanging around in Forty-Nine City, my code name was King of Hell. Director Vasily, let's stop talking and explain your job responsibilities."

Vasily's tone was calm and methodical, which was very consistent with the character of a special service agent:

"Okay, Your Excellency Wesley, our Special Operations Division was just established at the beginning of the year, and is responsible for emergencies in the Middle East."

"Well, emergencies in the Middle East?"

"Yes, Your Excellency Wesley, the East Turkistan organization that Ali Turley belongs to is also classified as the Middle East region by us. I came to Hong Kong Island this time to deal with him."

Vasily spoke very straightforwardly, opened his mouth and closed his mouth, answered every question, and did not hide it at all. He was very temperamental to Du Weiguo.

"So, Director Vasily, the purpose of your coming to Hong Kong Island this time is to arrest him?"

"Yes, arresting Ali Turley is the first sequence of tasks, but if the arrest cannot be carried out, killing him is the first sequence of tasks."

Speaking of this, Vasili's tone revealed a chill, tsk, killing decisively, knowing how to be flexible, more suitable for Du Weiguo's appetite.

"So, you carried out the self-destruct near the Government House just now?"

Vasily's tone was unusually calm:

"Well, the operation process was planned by me. The person who blew himself up was a naturalized subordinate of Ali Turley, and those who were killed and injured on the spot were also his subordinates. It is certain that there are absolutely no innocent victims."

Du Weiguo laughed, this Vasily was too much for his taste, like a roundworm in his stomach, almost every sentence could be said according to his preferences.

"In that case, Director Vasily, if you don't hurry up and work hard, what's the point of asking me for anything?"

"Your Excellency Wesley, we have now been locked by the action team of MI[-], once dispatched, there will inevitably be conflicts.

We have few people and poor equipment. They are all small-caliber weapons. If we really do it, the group will be wiped out. So, I want to ask you for help? "

When Vasily said this, his tone was terrifyingly calm. Although the words were polite enough, there was no hint of pleading at all.

Du Weiguo exhaled smoke, crushed out the cigarette butt, and said in an interesting tone:
"Help? Vasily, it's impossible for you not to know that I have an extraordinary relationship with Reina from the sixth office. You want me to beat her?"

At this moment, the background voice on Vasily's side suddenly became noisy. Someone was shouting eagerly in Russian, mixed with the sound of pulling the bolt.

With Du Weiguo's current hearing ability, he can clearly judge that this is the sound of Makarov's semi-automatic pistol being loaded. Obviously, the conflict is imminent, and it is on the verge of breaking out.

In such a tense atmosphere, Vasily's voice was still very stable, as if his nerves were made of steel wires.

"Your Excellency Wesley, of course I will not force others to do anything. What I mean is, we are going to attract the attention of the Sixth Division. Please execute Ali Turley."

This indifferent demeanor of disregarding life and death made Du Weiguo slightly moved:

"Vasily, tell me his current exact location. You don't need to deliberately conflict to delay time. It's important to save your life."

Vasily didn't talk nonsense, and said concisely: "West Ring Pier, the third container area, Sophie Princess~~"

Before he finished speaking, there was a violent knock on the door on the other end of the phone. Vasili yelled in Russian. Du Weiguo understood this sentence, and he dropped his gun and surrendered!

"dududu~~"

When the phone was hung up, Du Weiguo put away the phone and did not act immediately, but stood where he was, frowning and thinking quietly.

After squinting for a while, Su Li, who had sobered up and was awakened by the ringing of the phone, supported his head and slowly sat up from the sofa, and asked in a quiet tone:
"What? Do you suspect that what Vasily is singing is a cruel trick and he deliberately lures you into it?"

Du Weiguo shook his head helplessly, with a slightly melancholy tone:
"Tsk, even if this is the case, I have to join the game willingly. Brother Su Li, this is an upright conspiracy and cannot be avoided."

"Ah~"

Su Li sighed and looked lonely. He completely understood Du Weiguo's emotions at the moment. He was in the world and couldn't help himself. The world was a cage. As long as he didn't die, he would never be able to truly transcend.

Du Weiguo smiled sassyly, and patted Su Li on the shoulder:

"Okay, brother, don't be melancholy. You are going to kill someone now. If you are tired, help me keep an eye on the wind and grass on the street, as well as the movements of that old dog Allen. Let's keep in touch."

Su Li rubbed his face vigorously, his eyes became clear, and there was no trace of alcohol, and he replied in a deep voice:
"Okay, Wesley, go ahead and I will guard your back."

Du Weiguo smiled, took a deep look at him, and didn't say a word. This kind of tacit understanding, everything is silent.

"Shh~"

While Du Weiguo walked out in fast pace, he uttered a loud whistle, and Ye Dire shot towards him like a black light, closely following behind him.

Mountains of swords and seas of fire, I will go!
Seeing this scene, Su Li suddenly felt that his eyes were a little moist, and an indescribable emotion filled his chest, and his chest was agitated.

From Pak Sha Wan to Sai Wan, the distance between them is really not close. It is located at the east and west ends of Hong Kong Island, and there is a strait in the middle.

An hour later, Du Weiguo drove an old Ford pickup and parked at the gate of the West Ring Pier carelessly.

Du Weiguo had just bought this tattered pickup truck for 2000 Hong Kong dollars from the dwarf mule that ferried him across the sea. Except for the horn, everything rang.

Because it is broad daylight now, and the West Ring Wharf is spacious and clear at a glance, Du Weiguo simply no longer hides his whereabouts.

He just walked towards the pier in such a swaggering and blatant way, Nightmare held his head high and Niubi followed behind him coquettishly.

If Du Weiguo hadn't been carrying a drum-type AKM with a silencer in his hand, he would have looked like an idle citizen out for a walk with his dog.

The West Ring Wharf is a cargo turnover wharf, which is full of containers like a mountain. Near the barge coast, there are several majestic gantry cranes.

In one of the intermittent gantry crane operating rooms, there was a bearded man holding a binoculars on the window sill, who was in charge of vigilance.

This guy is a Middle Eastern Asian, with fair yellow skin, black hair and black eyes, high nose bridge, sunken eye sockets, deep outline, thick beard, almost covering his mouth, typical characteristics of a West Asian race.

Seeing Du Weiguo, this guy's eyes froze immediately, and he hurriedly picked up the walkie-talkie beside him, wanting to report the news.

But just as his hand was about to touch the walkie-talkie, a ferocious blood hole suddenly appeared on his plump forehead, and a gorgeous blood flower bloomed from the back of his head, and he fell to the ground without saying a word.

"Well, the old man Vasily didn't shake me, it seems that he found the right place."

While Du Weiguo was talking to himself, he slowly put down the AKM that was still smoking, and then his eyes sharpened, and he suddenly exerted force on his feet, and ran towards a nearby container.

For the 6-meter-high container, Du Weiguo was just a stepping stone, flying up without any fumes.

Immediately, he kept walking, his figure was like a cheetah, he jumped up again, and quickly jumped onto a higher container.

After repeating this several times, Du Weiguo had already jumped onto the tallest container in the vicinity, looked into the distance, and instantly locked onto a blue and white painted cargo ship moored on the shore not far away, the Sophie Princess.

Du Weiguo's eyes tightened, and he flew down without any hesitation, and rushed towards the ship at high speed. (end of this chapter)