Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

The next day, in the morning, we visited Okinawa, the southernmost city in Japan.

The city of Okinawa is essentially similar to Pattaya. It was also developed based on the US military base. It has a total island area of ​​more than 1200 square kilometers, 25% of which is the US military base.

There are a total of 41 U.S. military bases on Okinawa, stationed with four major arms including the sea, land, air, and marines, and tens of thousands of American soldiers.

At the moment, the US military has almost absolute control over Okinawa. Well, in fact, it will be similar in later generations. It is no exaggeration to say that this is Citi's overseas enclave.

The treatment of Citigroup soldiers has always been the best in the world, and their lavish spending habits are also world-famous. Tens of thousands of them are enough to feed a city.

Today is a rare good weather, the sun is shining brightly, the breeze is gentle, and there is a faint smell of the sea in the air.

However, despite such a beautiful and sunny weather, the whole Okinawa Castle is filled with a roar of wind and cranes, and the vegetation and trees are all guarded like iron barrels.

Almost all intersections were guarded by cold-looking, heavily armed soldiers, and temporary sniper positions were set up at the commanding heights of every street, ready to go.

From time to time, US military convoys roared past on the streets. All pedestrians on the streets and roads, as long as they were young and strong men, would be stopped by police or soldiers and carefully interrogated.

In a secluded office at Kadena Air Force Base on the northwest side of Okinawa City, Laura sat blankly on a chair, looking out the window far away, somewhat lost in thought.

All the wounds on her body have been treated, she has also taken a bath, and changed into a brand-new rice army training uniform.

Laura held Yeli in her arms, and gently stroked its satin-smooth fur. Yeli was a little limp, and even her purring seemed weak.

"Dangdangdang~"

Opposite Laura, sat a young white man wearing black-rimmed glasses and a smile on his face. He used the ballpoint pen in his hand to gently tap the dark star mapper of unknown material on the table.

Under the lens, there was a sharp light that was hard to detect, and the young man's tone was quite polite:

"Lord Laura, I need to confirm with you again. You said that this time you came to Ryukyu Island to follow Professor Brooke of Cambridge University to search for the legendary ruins of Treasure Island?"

Laura was interrupted from her thoughts, turned around and nodded, cleared her throat again, and replied in a calm tone:
"Yes, Mr. James."

James stretched out his slender fingers and held up the frame of his glasses, his expression half-smiling:
"In that case, Sir Laura, can you explain why you have so many wounds on your body?"

Laura’s expression remained unchanged, her tone was calm, and a little angry:

"Mr. James, I have never experienced a jungle adventure before. While following the professor's team, I accidentally fell into a scrapped trap.

Later, he was kidnapped by that damned beast. He was dragging him through the jungle and suffered a lot. "

James glanced at her thoughtfully, raised his eyebrows noncommittally, took out a sterling silver cigarette case from his arms, and asked politely:
"Sir Laura, do you mind if I smoke a cigarette?"

Laura waved her hand: “Please do it.”

"Thank you."

James took out his lighter and lit the cigarette, exhaled a long breath of smoke, suddenly pointed the cigarette butt at Yeli, and asked casually:

"Sir Laura, your black cat is beautiful. What breed is it? I've never seen it before."

Hearing this question, Laura couldn't help but feel a thump in her heart, but she was not an ordinary person, and she had a ridiculously good heart.

He shook his head calmly and answered fluently:

"I don't know either. This is not my cat. It was raised by that bastard. He suddenly disappeared, so the cat followed me."

There was no leakage, James's face changed slightly, he narrowed his eyes, and still asked unhurriedly:
"Oh, that's right, but why do I feel that this cat is so close to you?"

Laura gently rubbed Yeli's neck, with a hint of endearment in her tone:
"Well, indeed, although that beast kills without blinking an eye and has no humanity, this black cat is particularly close to me.

Maybe this is what the Easterners call rapport. I have decided to adopt it. Is there anything wrong with that?Mr. James. "

James sneered:
"Dehumanizing? Not necessarily, Sir Laura, I don't see that he has caused any substantial harm to you.

Even if there is no malicious intention, on the contrary, in order to save you, he is willing to take huge risks and enter the ambush~"

Upon hearing this, Laura immediately frowned, her face full of indignation, she slapped the table and roared angrily:

"No malice? What are you kidding, he killed Professor Brooke, and all my companions, and also imprisoned me.

Did he enter the ambush to save me?No, without me, this beast would never have found the treasure of Treasure Island. "

It's true that women are born to act. Laura's answer is reasonable, and her tone and expression are well coordinated. It can be called a queen-level performance.

James finally became a little impatient. He frowned and his tone became cold:

"The treasure on Treasure Island is ridiculous. Do you know who he is? Do you know how much money he has? How could he be willing to take risks for the sake of an illusory treasure?"

Hearing James' question, Laura's eyes flashed with a sharp look, and her tone became colder:
"I really don't know, Mr. James, I have asked you many times who he is, but you have never told me the answer.

But it doesn't matter, no matter who he is, I will definitely dig him out, cut him into pieces, and make him pay the price he deserves. "

"Hehehe~"

Hearing Laura bragging shamelessly and wanting to cut Du Weiguo into pieces with a thousand knives, James couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Laura got into the drama, stared at him with fierce eyes, and asked fiercely:

"What? Mr. James, am I ridiculous?"

James finally stopped laughing and waved his hand:
"No, I'm very sorry, Sir Laura. I was rude. Let's do this. You are probably tired too. That's it for today. You have a good rest first and we will continue tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Laura exploded on the spot, stood up, held down the table, her face turned red:
"What? Do you want to continue tomorrow? Mr. James, I protest. You are illegally detaining and violating human rights. I am not a criminal. I want to contact the embassy. I want~"

"Pfft!"

James suddenly turned his face, stretched out his palm like lightning, and pushed Laura hard back to the chair. The chair immediately let out an overwhelmed wail and almost fell apart.

This guy looks like a gentle scumbag, but he is actually surprisingly skilled. In that moment just now, Laura didn’t act well, but didn’t react at all.

James' patience ran out, he tore off his mask, his expression became more ferocious than ever, and his voice was stern:

"Fu*k! Do you think this is the 19th century? You are still an empire on which the sun never sets? And you are the contemporary queen? Let me tell you, if you don't tell the truth, you will never leave Okinawa in your life."

Laura’s buttocks hurt, and she was also angry, her eyes full of dissatisfaction, and her face turned red as she argued: “That’s ridiculous, why do you imprison me?”

James smiled sadly and said in a joking tone:

"Why? Oh, just because this is a military base in Okinawa, and just because I am a CIA agent, I have absolute law enforcement rights here, understand? Dear noble lady."

After a while, Laura was reluctantly "sent" back to her residence by a group of American soldiers armed with live ammunition.

In the office, James lit a cigarette and stood by the window, folding his arms and watching Laura's back gradually go away. His brows were furrowed and his eyes flickered. He didn't know what he was thinking.

"touch~"

The door of the office was suddenly pushed open, and Jack, Allens' security consultant, rushed in with a hurried roar:

"James, you are wasting time. Hasn't this little girl been checked out? He and Shashen should indeed have met by chance. It is meaningless to detain her."

James did not answer, but just smoked silently, as if he was still thinking about something. Jack walked up to him and yelled irritably:

"James, did you hear me? I heard that the frogmen have salvaged the wreckage of the patrol boat.

We are sure that his body has not been found. This guy may have been under our noses now. Do you still have time to argue with a little girl who has nothing to do with you? "

James finally spoke. He threw the cigarette butt on the ground, crushed it with his leather shoe, and said in a faint tone:

"What an irrelevant little girl? Jack, calm down and use your brain. If it is really irrelevant, why would he waste so much energy and take risks to save her?" Jack scratched his scalp irritably, his tone very annoyed. :

"James, don't be so pretentious. I'm grounded right now. My eyesight is all black. I don't know what's going on outside. Just tell me."

James smacked his lips: "Well, in the early hours of yesterday morning, Enma personally led a large team of troops to ambush him in Yamato Castle on Amami Island."

Jack frowned: "What was the result? Or was he run away?"

James sneered:
"Run away? No, Jack, do you know how many Green Berets we lost in order to ambush the Evil God early yesterday morning?"

This is top secret. With Jack's current level, there is absolutely no way to spy on it. Well, in fact, he is now a criminal, has been restricted from moving, and may be sent to a military court at any time.

His brows furrowed and his breathing quickened: "How much?"

James' eyes were heavy, and he slowly stretched out two fingers. Jack's pupils shrank, he took a breath of cold air, and even his voice trembled a little:
"How much is 20?"

James shook his head, let out a long sigh, and said in a desolate tone, "No, Jack, there are two entire teams, including the Balrog, and they were completely wiped out."

When he heard this, Jack's eyes almost bulged out. He was a Green Beret, and he was very aware of the fierce combat power of this unit.

Two detachments, together with the commander, were actually wiped out by one person single-handedly. This sounds more fantasy than fantasy.

Jack was stunned and his voice stuttered: "God, how did he do it? Did he use some weapons of mass destruction?"

James' eyes flickered and he shook his head slowly:

"No, not really. I have read the on-site report, and I have even been to the scene myself. The evil god only used the most conventional weapons, AKM, Browning 35, Uzi micro-charge, and grenades."

Jack's whole body was numb and his eyes were straight. James patted him on the shoulder:

"Dude, do you know? On that battlefield, the Balrog preset an ambush in advance. After evaluation, without the intervention of heavy weapons, it can at least withstand the attack of 2 to 3 elite infantry regiments."

Jack was speechless: "Really, could he do it alone?"

James' eyes were a little wandering, and his voice seemed a little distant:
"That's right, he did it alone, so now you understand what kind of enemy we are facing? The normal method of the opponent's human beings is useless to him."

Jack shook his head vigorously, and finally came to his senses. He swallowed subconsciously, and his tone was still dry:

"So, James, what have you come up with?"

James said in an obscure tone: "Of course you can only use non-human methods to deal with non-human beings."

When he said this, his conversation suddenly changed:
"Jack, there is a flight back to China in the afternoon. You can go directly back to the headquarters to report your work. After the accident in the early morning, you should not need to go to the military court again."

Jack: "Uh~"

At the same time, a Hercules transport plane landed smoothly on the runway of Kadena Air Base, and the plane came to a stop.

A lazy and handsome white young man stepped off the plane, about 30 years old, with a thin face, black curly hair, a hooked nose, and narrow black pupils.

This young man was wearing a loose floral shirt, shorts, and a pair of flip-flops, with his hands in his pockets, looking like a tourist on vacation.

He is the genius lunatic of Freemasonry, Earl the Bellmaker.

This grandson had made his own decision before and set up a plan to attack Du Weiguo on Sumatra Island. However, he made a mistake and not only defeated the elite Noah's Legion Eagle Squadron, but also bombed the lower Luogan County office building.

Afterwards, he was forced to return to the Masonic headquarters for trial, and Earl was sentenced by the High Table to caning and grounding for one year.

This time, Du Weiguo caused uproar in Hong Kong Island, Seoul, and Ryukyu, seriously touching the common interests of the Freemasons and the CIA.

The most frightening thing is that he is still elusive and uncontrollable. As a last resort, the Freemasons could only release Earl, this neurotic mad dog, in advance.

Earl stretched lazily, breathed in the salty air, and groaned exaggeratedly:
"Hiss~ The free air smells really sweet, tsk, evil baby, here I come~"

Behind Earl, there were three guys with stern faces and silent words, a tall and thin black man, a fat white man, and a strong man with a beard.

"Squeak~"

Several Ford M151 military jeeps stopped suddenly in front of Earl, and James jumped out of the car first.

Seeing Earl's careless look, James frowned slightly, but still suppressed his dissatisfaction and introduced himself concisely:

"Mr. Earle, hello, I am the head of the CIA's special operations team, James Pierce, welcome to Okinawa."

Earl raised his eyebrows and said in a teasing tone:

"Oh, James Pierce, I've heard of you, the genius of the CIA, nicknamed Computer, what? When you meet the Evil God, your computer also crashes, right?"

Earl's mouth was foul, and his words were full of sarcasm and merciless, but James' expression remained motionless and his tone was extremely steady.

"Mr. Earle, I invite you to come here this time to discuss how to deal with the evil god together, not to review the kindergarten course."

"Hahaha!"

Earl laughed wildly and slapped his thigh, tears streaming down his face:
"Kindergarten talk lessons, okay, I like what you said very much, James, I've started to like you a little bit."

James has a strict and rigid character, and likes to calculate everything. He has no good impression of the crazy guy in front of him, but in the face of a powerful enemy, he can't care less about bickering to vent his anger.

"Mr. Earl, get in the car with me, and I'll brief you on the current situation."

The corner of Earl's mouth twitched, his smile was suppressed, and his tone was joking:
"The situation, haha, what other situation is there? It's just your most elite Green Berets, who were killed with corpses everywhere, leaving no trace of armor behind.

Also, almost the entire force of your Okinawa base was dispatched, including cruisers, destroyers, and Phantom fighter jets, but still not a single hair was touched. "

Being slapped in the face nakedly, no matter how poker-faced James was, he couldn't hold back at this moment, his face turned completely dark, and his tone became stern:
"Earl, are you deliberately humiliating and provoking us?"

Earl's expression suddenly changed, and he patted him on the shoulder with a playful smile:

"Calm down, buddy, I'm just telling the truth, but compared to these, I'm more interested in the girl who was saved by Sha Shen."

At this moment, Japan's main island, Nimi City, Torite Prefecture, Kamigo Hot Spring, Sakurai B&B.

A year ago, because the childlike-looking Sakurai Momo came under Du Weiguo's eye and was taken away by him, Sakurai B&B was no longer open to the public.

As the saying goes, one person can ascend to heaven, and with the relationship between Momoyo and Du Weiguo, the Yamaguchi group will naturally take care of the Sakurai sisters, and it is impossible for them to engage in a half-closed business.

Yamaguchi-gumi not only bought this B&B for the sisters, but also helped them open a restaurant specializing in Kobe beef in the city.

The eldest sister Sakurai Risa drank too much last night and got up a little late. She had just packed up and was getting ready to go out.

Suddenly, she heard a sound of water coming from the hot spring pool in the backyard. When she held a knife and cautiously pushed open the sliding door, her eyes suddenly widened, full of disbelief.

I wiped my eyes and checked again and again before I was finally sure of my eyes.

In the pond filled with water vapor, Du Weiguo was naked, leaning against the water with a golden sword, revealing his chest as strong as iron.

Seeing the dumbfounded Sakurai Risa, Du Weiguo curled up the corner of his mouth, raised a wet arm, and waved gently.

Yes, Du Weiguo played a trick, and under the dark lights, he thought to himself, the bunch of dog baskets from the CIA and the US Military Intelligence Service never expected that he would actually return to Japan's main island.

It sounds elated, but it's actually quite sad. Du Weiguo is now a completely bereaved dog. Although the world is big, he has nowhere to go.

As long as he dares to show his face in Pattaya or Kuiana now, the frustrated Citihawk will easily greet him directly with a big pineapple, or at the very least, a large-yield air-to-ground missile.

As for Hong Kong Island, it is not convenient for him to show up for the time being. With the lessons learned from the Sai Wan Pier, Du Weiguo feels like he has a clear mind.

As long as it can kill him, Citihawk really has no limits and will do whatever it takes. (End of chapter)