Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

"Thumbs up~~"

Just when Du Weiguo was about [-] meters away from the Sophie Princess, there was a burst of gunfire on the side of the ship.

Eight AK8 automatic rifles suddenly protruded from the ship's side, weaving a cross-fire net from all directions, impenetrable, like a net of death, and slammed towards Du Weiguo head-on.

Needless to say, the timing of this attack was just right. At this moment, between Du Weiguo and the ferry, there was a wide open space, unobstructed and without any shelter at all.

Moreover, the attack distance of about 47 meters is also the highest distance for ordinary people to control the relative accuracy of the AK[-] rifle.

In addition, the design of the crossfire on the side of the ship is quite good, presenting a net-shaped field of fire, without any dead ends. From a common sense, Du Weiguo is doomed, and there will be no survivors.

However, how could it be possible for the majestic Shashen, who has been through countless bullets and bullets, to capsize in the gutter and be killed by a few gunmen with two knives?
A faint sense of crisis has been sensed early in the morning. Du Weiguo seems to have no scruples, but in fact he has not let go of his guard.

The moment these hidden gunmen just emerged from the ship's side, Du Weiguo immediately locked their positions.

At the same time, the body reacted in the most reasonable way, and the movements and eyes were 100% synchronized, which is the legendary eye-to-hand.

Jiuyousuo flew out of his hand like a smear of black light, stretched to the limit, and nailed the concrete floor 25 meters away.

The moment the gunshot exploded, Du Weiguo moved tens of meters in translation with the help of the Jiuyou lock, and avoided the death net woven by the bullet without even a hair being hurt.

These gunmen ambushing on the side of the ship are also old cannons who have been sucking blood from their knives for many years, with good accuracy and mental quality.

He didn't panic when he found that the target of the attack had disappeared suddenly. In a flash, he tried to extend his firepower and continued to chase and kill Du Weiguo.

However, it was too late!

When meeting Du Weiguo, a top shooter whose marksmanship is already mastered, he only has one chance to shoot, and the difference between life and death is between his fingers.

"Puff puff~"

While avoiding the rain of bullets by using the Jiuyou lock, the drum-type AKM in Du Weiguo's hand was not idle, and the muzzle of the gun was flickering.

A gorgeous flame whip spewed out from the muzzle of the gun, and the heads of several exposed gunmen were smashed by the bullets, and none of them survived.

Brains and blood splattered everywhere, reflecting an extremely bewitching light in the afternoon sun, which was beautiful.

This scene is full of extreme violent aesthetics, and it is a hundred times more shocking than the bullshit Hollywood blockbusters of later generations.

He controlled the bullets like a long whip, and shot 8 people in a row at one time. Such a miraculous marksmanship can no longer be described in words, it seems like a fantasy scene.

In the high-rise cab behind the cargo ship Sophie Princess, a middle-aged man in a white turban hides behind the window.

Triangular eyes, bearded, short, fat, greasy, and unattractive, he is Du Weiguo's assassination target this time, Ali Tulie.

It's a bit funny to say, but there are not many big people who look decent, but most of them are weird, hey~
Just now, Ali Turle was condescending, and happened to see this almost absurd scene through the window of the cab.

He was intimidated by Du Weiguo's ferocity, his face was pale, and his head was sweating profusely. He grabbed the neck of a bald man next to him and asked incoherently:

"Abdullah, this, this guy is the evil god. He, he is the devil crawled out of hell. I said a long time ago that I would not come to Hong Kong Island to take risks. Tell me, what should we do now?"

(Their conversations are in some kind of Arabic, automatically translated.)
The big bald man named Abdullah is about 1 meters tall. He is muscular and strong like an upright bear. His facial features are deep and he has a bushy beard.

Abdullah lowered his head, his eyes were dark, and he coldly looked down at the distraught Ali Turle, who was holding his collar, full of disdain.

His tone was very steady, and his voice was also very unique, hoarse, with a sound similar to metal chirping, which sounded very harsh, and his whole body was covered with spines.

"What? Ali, are you scared? Didn't you take a blood oath long ago, willing to sacrifice your life for (Allah) God at any time?"

Ali Tulie was stunned by the unexpected question asked by the bald man, and immediately reacted, and suddenly became angry from embarrassment, and directly cursed:

"Abdullah, you, are you out of your mind? I, I am the most devout warrior of truth under (True) God's command. Of course I am willing to sacrifice for the Lord, but now~"

"Hahaha~~"

Abdullah, a strong man like a bear, suddenly laughed wildly and interrupted his lie. His laughter was wanton, like a kitchen knife scraping the bottom of a pot, which was extremely unpleasant.

As if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, Abdullah laughed so wildly that he was out of breath and couldn't stop, so much so that tears burst out of his eyes.

"Tatata~"

At this moment, the rapid gunshots exploded again, the bald man's expression froze, he suddenly suppressed his smile, turned his head, and from the corner of his eyes, he saw that Du Weiguo had started to board the ship along the anchor chain.

In addition to the gunmen on the ship's side, there are other minions ambush on the ship. At this moment, they are risking their lives to prevent Du Weiguo from boarding the ship.

However, these shrimp soldiers and crab generals are not as good as the gunmen on the side of the ship just now, although they are not afraid of death.

Still unable to stop Du Weiguo's sharpness, even trying to delay his speed, he fell down in pieces like the wind blowing wheat waves.

These people are Abdullah's subordinates. His eyes were red, and he pushed Ali Turley away with a cold tone:
"Ali, you eggless bastard, what the hell are you a shameless politician who only begs for mercy and fills his own pockets, and you deserve to be sacrificed for the Lord?"

Abdullah's blow was very hard, and Ali Turle, who was not active in all fours, was pushed far away, and his back hit the dashboard hard before he stopped. The severe pain made him forget the situation for a while.

"Uh~"

Ali Turle groaned in pain, his jaw almost dropped in surprise, his eyes were fierce, he suddenly took out a pistol from his waist, pointed at Abdullah tremblingly, and stammered:
"Abdullah, you, are you crazy? How dare you do anything to me, don't you dare me, I'm a god~"

"To shut up!"

Abdullah interrupted him with a roar, ignoring the pistol in his hand at all, his expression was agitated, his eyes were cracked, and his face was flushed:

"Ali, you stupid pig, liar, you're clearly out for your own enjoyment, you're making money like crazy, you never care about other people's life or death.

ha!Don’t you swear all day long that you are willing to dedicate yourself to the Lord?Alright, then I will fulfill you today! "

Abdullah's eyes were bloodshot, and while roaring loudly, he pulled off his coat violently, revealing a chest as strong as a cow, and pulled out something like a remote-controlled detonator from his waist.

Seeing this thing, Ali Tulie's pupils suddenly shrank into a black spot, and he could not help but tremble all over his body, his liver and gallbladder were torn apart:
"Abdullah, what are you doing?"

Abdullah glanced at him contemptuously, and suddenly laughed miserably, with a bleak tone:

"Hey, what are you doing? Ali, do you know? This guy named Sha Shen is worth a full 5000 million US dollars.

This amount of money is enough to feed our people for several years, and I don’t want to see anyone starve to death and freeze to death in front of me~”

Ali Turle was not stupid, and he had already understood at this moment that the reason why Abdullah tried so hard to lure him to Hong Kong Island was clearly that he wanted him to be a bait to attract evil spirits into the urn.

The so-called sabotage of nuclear weapons tests, and the shitty Turkic independence are all false pretense.

Think about it, too, in the uninhabited desert of Lop Nur, there is an entire elite army of China stationed.

According to the current terrifying fighting power of the Huaxia army, a troop of this size can basically beat all dissatisfied people. No matter how hard they try, they can even sweep the desert and flatten the Western Regions.

As for these bereaved dogs and mobs, they were just delivering food, and they died as many as they came, and there were not enough people to beat them.

Ali Tulie panicked and quickly threw away his pistol and raised his hands:

"Abdullah, you, don't be impulsive, think about your son, and don't believe the lies of those liars.

Even if we really die together with Shashen, they won't give money, I, we still have a chance to negotiate with Shashen~~"

Abdullah smiled bitterly, with a playful tone:
"Ha~ Ali, you don't need to worry about these things, I am a hero, my son, and the tribe will definitely treat him well.

The money has already arrived in the account, the advance payment, and your property will also be copied out to support the clansmen, which is considered atonement for you. "

Ali Tulie was dumbfounded and didn't know what to say: "You, you~~"

Abdullah glanced at him contemptuously, and was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. After spending so long with him, he had already seen through Ali's nature and was completely determined to give up.

At this moment, his eyes glanced out of the window again. At this moment, Du Weiguo had already boarded the ship abruptly under the rain of bullets.

After losing the favorable location, how could the remaining native chickens and tile dogs slow down Du Weiguo's footsteps?

Du Weiguo's footsteps didn't stop for a moment, and he rushed towards the cab at an incredible speed.

"Ahu, Dad is leaving this world. You must grow up and become a man of indomitable spirit. Allah, I am about to plunge into your glory~"

Abdullah closed his eyes in despair, murmured softly, and his originally ferocious expression gradually became almost holy. He opened his arms as if resigned to his fate, held the detonator, stretched out his finger, and was about to press the detonator. .

In the nick of time.

Abdullah suddenly heard some incredible voice, and he opened his eyes in amazement, at this very moment.

He felt a piercing pain from the wrist holding the detonator, subconsciously let go, the detonator slipped down, and at the same time, a huge fist magnified infinitely in front of his eyes.

"Bang~"

The fist was as fast as lightning, there was no way to dodge it, and the bald man received a hard punch on the chin.

As if hit by a battering ram, his body as strong as a bear flew up in place, his eyes were pitch black, and he lost consciousness when he was in mid-air.

Du Weiguo wiped the detonator that fell off, and put it directly into the portable space, safe for nothing.

When meeting Du Weiguo and Ye Dire, the monstrous combination, let alone wishing to die together, even wanting to die has become an extravagant wish.

With Du Weiguo's abnormal eyesight, he actually saw Ali Turle and Abdullah hiding in the cab early in the morning.

With his marksmanship, he also had enough chances to kill them from a distance, but the reason why he kept refusing to do so was because he had something to ask.

Another point is that Abdullah's little thought of burning everything together is purely a joke. Du Weiguo has already sensed the danger as soon as he got close to the ferry.

Du Weiguo is no longer fighting alone, but also has a strong teammate who can be trusted and can fight side by side.

Night Dire is powerful, can control the mind, and can also communicate with Du Weiguo. The long-range support is not inferior to the big fox. In close combat, a hundred big foxes are not its opponents.

The first time Du Weiguo had a premonition of danger, he communicated with Nightmare in his consciousness, and easily dealt with Abdullah who was trying to blew himself up.

Du Weiguo with the dog can really be regarded as a land god among ordinary people. Let alone killing him, even if he wanted to hurt him, it would be difficult to reach the sky.

After punching the strong man Abdullah unconscious with a punch, Du Weiguo's figure flashed, like a ghost, taking advantage of Ali Tule's confusion, he approached him and strangled him by the neck.

Du Weiguo's big hands were like iron tongs, but they were only slightly tightened. Ali Tulie, like a fish out of water, opened his mouth wide and gasped violently.

Du Weiguo's eyes were cold, and he shoved a savage awl into his mouth violently, like checking an animal, and searched it very roughly.

Damn, I really think too highly of him, Ali Tulie is so cowardly, there is no poison sac hidden in his mouth.

This guy was full of big yellow teeth, and his mouth stinks. Du Weiguo was so annoyed, he frowned, turned his hand, and directly nailed him to the wall with the evil shuttle.

"Ah~ bang~"

Just as Ali Tulie let out a pig-killing scream, he was stopped abruptly by Du Weiguo's slap in the face.

This slap also slapped half of his teeth away, and his face was swollen and disfigured. Du Weiguo said in a harsh tone:

"Can you understand me?"

Du Weiguo spoke Chinese, and Ali Tulie was forced to regain consciousness by his slap at the moment, knowing that life and death were imminent, and he nodded his head desperately regardless of the heart-piercing pain.

Du Weiguo put the rifle behind his back, lit a cigarette slowly, and let out a long smoke:

"what is it call?"

In the blink of an eye, Ali Turle's face was swollen, like a pig's head, and he replied vaguely:
"Ali, Ali Turret."

His Chinese is not standard, with a strong mutton skewer accent, coupled with a swollen face and leaky teeth, it sounds a little funny.

With a cold face, Du Weiguo stretched out his hands to pluck off his white hair wrapping, and carefully sized up this unremarkable short fat man.

There is a crescent-shaped scar at the corner of the eye, the Mediterranean Sea, and other physical features are exactly the same as what Su Li described, so it should be the rightful owner.

"Do you know who I am?"

Ali Turle's eyes were full of fear: "I know, I know, you, you are Lord Shashen."

Du Weiguo curled his lips and sneered: "Oh, what is the purpose of coming to Hong Kong Island?"

Ali Turley almost rolled his eyes in pain, and was so scared that he almost peed his pants. He didn't dare to hide it anymore, and replied honestly:

"Face, meet His Excellency Allen Dulles and ask for support~"

Du Weiguo frowned: "So, have you seen that old bastard Alan?"

Ali Turley shook his head desperately: "No, no, I can swear to (True) God, absolutely~~"

"Crack~"

It was another loud slap in the face, and several back molars of Ali Tulie were slapped away. Du Weiguo's eyes were sharp, and he yelled:

"Mal Gobi, ask what you ask and answer what you want, if you dare to say one more word of nonsense, I will twist your pig's head!"

This short fat man is essentially an opportunistic politician, a politician's mouth, a deceitful ghost, they swear and swear, and believing in one more punctuation mark is an insult to IQ.

Both sides of Ali Turle's face were red and swollen, even if his own mother came, he couldn't recognize him, and his crotch was wet, and he was so scared that he peed.

"Yes, yes, I didn't see the Allen Dulles Pavilion~ Uh, just as I was about to go out, the substitute was killed in the street blast, I, I ran here directly."

Du Weiguo's sense of smell is also very good now. He smelled a foul smell at the end of his nose. He took a step back in annoyance, pointed at the big man lying on the ground and asked:
"What's the situation with this bald man who tried to blow himself up? Are you rebelling against me, or is he deliberately targeting me?"

As soon as he heard this question, Ali Turley suddenly regained his energy, and he didn't even stutter:

"His name is Abdullah, and it was this fool who took it upon himself to deal with Your Excellency, who was deluded by those heretics.

He wants to die with you. He tried his best to persuade me to come to Hong Kong Island this time. I didn't want to come. "

Du Weiguo frowned, grasped the point in an instant, and said in a cold tone, "Heretical? Who is it?"

Ali Tulie licked his lips subconsciously, his eyes flickered, and his tone hesitated: "Yes, yes~ah~"

After a little hesitation, Du Weiguo's eyes sharpened suddenly, and with a flip of his wrist, a Shashen Shuttle pierced his other shoulder, nailing him firmly to the wall.

Du Weiguo's technique was precise, and the Shashen shuttle pierced the nerve plexus in his shoulder accurately, causing heart-piercing pain.

Ali Turle was used to being pampered, so how could he bear this, his whole body trembled violently, and he screamed pitifully.

When he was tired of shouting, Du Weiguo smashed out the cigarette butt, with a faint tone:
"If you want to lie and borrow a knife to kill someone, you are not worthy. If you think about it again, I will make you regret being born in this world."

"Yes, yes, I dare not, it's the CIA and~"

At this moment, Du Weiguo's mind suddenly shook. This was a warning from Nightmare. At the same time, he also felt a terrifying sense of danger.

Du Weiguo's eyes sharpened, and the next moment, the freighter suddenly exploded like a huge bomb, and instantly turned into a ball of terrifying orange light. At the same time, his figure also disappeared abruptly. .

About 50 meters away from the huge ball of light formed by the freighter, in the sea, a monstrous wave with a length of tens of meters also suddenly rolled over.

The explosion that was enough to destroy the sky met the huge wave that was enough to destroy the earth, and the result was devastating. (end of this chapter)