Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

It’s midsummer in July, a calm afternoon, Japan, Kanagawa Prefecture, Yokohama City.

Today is Thursday, a working day, and it's also raining lightly. There are very few people walking on the street, and even fewer people wandering around. Even if there are people passing by occasionally, they are all in a hurry.

Japan has now officially entered the golden period of development after the war. All industries are prosperous and prosperous. Opportunities are everywhere. Time is money, and naturally no one wants to waste it.

South of the castle is Sugita, a traditionally wealthy district in Yokohama, an elegant single-family villa adjacent to the coastline of Tokyo Bay.

"Squeak~"

The black iron villa courtyard door was pushed open from the inside, and a tall figure walked out Shiran.

Du Weiguo wore a black lightweight Barbour waterproof windbreaker today. The rain hood was pulled up, covering half of his face. He had a cigarette in his mouth, his hands in his pockets, and walked leisurely.

Not far behind him, followed a young woman with a beautiful face, a good figure, meticulous makeup, and wearing a professional suit.

"Kakaka~"

The woman was wearing high heels and holding an umbrella in her hand. Due to the obstruction of the hip-covering skirt, the woman could only take small steps quickly and follow Du Weiguo step by step.

Maybe he thought the voice sounded a bit harsh, Du Weiguo frowned, stopped, turned around and glanced at the woman.

There was a smile on his lips and a slightly joking tone:

"I said, Nanako, you don't need to follow me like this. Besides, as a senior special agent, don't you think that dressing like this is too eye-catching and inappropriate?"

The woman bowed to him and saluted. Her voice was clear and pleasant:

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Wesley, for causing you trouble. The order I received is that you cannot leave my sight for more than 3 meters.

Moreover, I am now your personal assistant, so I can only stay with you every step of the way. Please forgive me. "

The woman's tone was very gentle, and she spoke Chinese very fluently, with just a slight Northeastern accent.

Her name is Matsushima Nanako, her age is unknown, and she is a senior special agent. However, she is not from the CIA, but is affiliated with the Citigroup Military Intelligence Bureau. She is currently under the direct control of Richard and has a single line of contact.

To put it bluntly, she is Richard's white glove in Japan, or one of them. She usually helps him deal with some things that are not suitable for him to come forward, or handles some secret profits.

A Qing magistrate, with a hundred thousand snowflakes and silver, there is no cat in the world who does not steal fish. This is the common practice of the superiors. Everyone understands it and doesn't talk about it.

Don't be fooled by Nanako Matsushima's harmless and docile performance. This girl's methods are quite amazing, decisive and ruthless.

Previously, Richard was kidnapped by Du Weiguo, and this little girl was solely responsible for the subsequent progress and cleansing.

Referring to a deer as a horse, confusing black and white.

The incident was abruptly twisted into Richard taking the opportunity to kill the kidnappers and then escaping, shaping him into a brave and resourceful lone hero.

Not only was Richard's personal prestige and career not affected at all, but his prestige was even higher. After all, what Citigroup soldiers love most is personal heroism.

As for the corpses in the cave, they were all members of the Japanese radical organization, the Musashi Working Group.

I don’t know how I managed to kill Nanako after being deceived into the place, so the traces, fingerprints, time, and characters all match up perfectly.

This is actually the so-called truth of the world. What we see and hear is what some people want us to know. Ordinary people are really confused, but smart people pretend to be confused, hey.

By the way, after Du Weiguo reached a preliminary agreement with Richard, he was not in a hurry to leave Japan, nor did he let him go immediately.

People's hearts are apart, if this old silver coin suddenly betrays his position, he will be very passive. At least he has to make sure that Laura and Ye Li are safe.

In fact, 6 days ago, Du Weiguo watched with his own eyes Laura hugging Ye Li, boarding a C-5 Galaxy transport plane, and taking off in the dense forest 5 kilometers away from Kadena Air Force Airport in Okinawa.

At that time, Laura was indeed free, and there were no escorts around her. There were no snipers or the like placed near the airport, not even observers.

However, Du Weiguo was still worried. Those insidious bastards from the CIA and the Freemasonry would inevitably use some dirty tricks in the process.

Therefore, Du Weiguo detained Richard for a few more days until he received a clear reply from Reina through the radio, and then he let Richard go free.

However, there was a very serious misunderstanding here. On the radio, Reina only said that Laura had arrived in London safely and did not mention Ye Li.

Reina didn't know what was special about Yeli at all, while Du Weiguo subconsciously thought that Laura and Yeli were together, so he didn't ask further questions.

As for this radio station, after it was confirmed that Laura was safe, Du Weiguo casually took it into the space, which was equivalent to cutting off contact.

Therefore, Du Weiguo didn't know that Ye Li, a stubborn cat, had gotten off the plane privately on Hong Kong Island, and that's not all.

It also led the crazy, lawless lunatic Earl to Hong Kong Island. The war is about to break out and disaster is about to come.

Er Cat lives up to its name, and the gears of fate begin to turn!
At this moment, Du Weiguo, who was still huddled in Dongying Shenyin, of course didn't know this. He even had the leisure to tease Songdao Chachako leisurely and elegantly.

"So, Nanako, since you are my personal assistant, shouldn't you be holding an umbrella for me?"

"Uh~"

Matsushima Nanako was slightly stunned and speechless for a moment. Before going out just now, she clearly handed an umbrella to Du Weiguo.

But Du Weiguo insisted not to do so, and categorically said that he never held an umbrella as it would affect his vision. Besides, this grandson was wearing a waterproof windbreaker and holding a feather umbrella?

Matsushima Nanako silently greeted all the eighteen generations of Du Weiguo's ancestors, but she didn't show any signs of it on her face, and even raised a charming smile.

When it comes to the recuperation of special agents, she is definitely not the type who is particularly good at fighting, but when it comes to her scheming and acting skills, she really doesn't agree with anyone.

Just as she moved the umbrella over Du Weiguo's head, he exhaled smoke again and said loudly:
"Forget it, it's a car ride anyway, it's only a few steps, don't bother taking off your pants and farting, it's unnecessary."

"Damn it, if I hadn't been able to beat you~~"

The smile on Matsushima Nanako's face froze instantly, her eyebrows trembled uncontrollably, and her free hand clenched subconsciously.

Du Weiguo, however, smiled disapprovingly and flicked the cigarette butt away, taking long strides towards a black Crown parked not far away.

Half an hour later, there was a VIP reception room of a medium-sized food processing factory named Sakata on the outskirts of Yokohama.

"Whoo~"

Du Weiguo sat proudly on the sofa, crossed his legs, and slowly exhaled the smoke, while Matsushima Nanako stood behind him obediently, looking like a domineering boss.

On the table in front of him, there were several plates of dark cookies-like things. Du Weiguo's face looked slightly downcast and his brows wrinkled slightly.

Without him speaking at all, just seeing his expression, Matsushima Nanako understood instantly and asked in a cold tone:
"President Sakata, are you just going to make these samples in three days? Are you ignoring our request?"

Diagonally across the table, a thin, middle-aged man with a beard stood with his hands hanging down. He was the president of this food factory, his name was Sakata Konosuke.

Here in Japan, men are superior to women, at least for now. Being scolded so mercilessly by a young woman is simply a shame and humiliation.

However, Sakata Konosuke did not show the slightest anger. There was only fear in his eyes, his body was trembling slightly, and hot sweat dripped from his forehead.

"No, no, I will never neglect you. Mr. Sakuragi, Miss Matsushima, according to your request, we worked overtime to develop more than 20 samples. This one has the best taste and appearance."

He spoke for a long time, and Du Weiguo's Japanese proficiency was limited, so he only listened to it in full, but it was not important.

Du Weiguo expressionlessly picked up one of the cookies, weighed it first, then put it under his nose and smelled it, then threw it back on the plate.

He picked up the wet towel on the table, wiped his hands slowly, and commented lightly:
"The portion is not enough, and the taste is not good either. We need to find a way to condense the volume and make it into a ball shape, while also improving the taste."

Du Weiguo spoke authentic English. Matsushima Nanako nodded after hearing this and immediately translated his request to Sakata Konosuke.

Du Weiguo's disguised identity today is quite special. He is the head of the Citi Garrison's Munitions Department, with the rank of colonel, and his alias is still Sakuragi Hanamichi, a junior high school student.

In addition to being a special agent of the Military Intelligence Bureau, Matsushima Nanako also has another identity. She is the real section chief of the Japanese Ministry of Internal Affairs.

The Ministry of Internal Affairs is the most notorious spy agency in Japan, the kind that can make people fearful.

At that time, when Matsushima Nanako showed her ID, the timid Konosuke Sakata was so frightened that he almost peed his pants on the spot.

Du Weiguo is now very wealthy, so of course he will not be idle. He came here specifically to blackmail a small boss of a food factory. He has serious business.

As the saying goes, if you want to do your job well, you must first sharpen your tools. He wanted to take advantage of the recent quiet period to order a batch of special food.When he was fighting Aang Iwa at Ogao Mountain before, the special glucose drink he made himself performed very well.

But it also exposed a very fatal problem. Salt, sugar and water can be quickly replenished, but the energy intake is far from enough.

Therefore, Du Weiguo had a whim and wanted to develop and customize a batch of foods that were small in size but extremely high in calories and could be quickly absorbed and converted into calories.

Du Weiguo's requirement is that the volume of food should be controlled to the size of a glass ball, but the calories must be at least 800 calories.

Of course, Du Weiguo's fight was not in his own name, but to customize special military rations for the special forces of the US Army.

It must be kept strictly confidential, and the request was suddenly escalated into a military and state matter, and Sakata Konosuke was frightened.

In order to satisfy his request, this little old man was really attentive and collected almost all high-calorie foods in the world.

Walnuts, hazelnuts, pistachios, chocolate, avocado, animal cream, butter, lard, refined powder, rock sugar, disaccharide sugar, fat, refined salt, etc.

Sakata Konosuke did not dare to be vague. After 3 days and 3 nights, almost sleepless permutations and combinations, and repeated attempts, he finally managed to produce several samples that are now on the table.

However, there was still a far cry from Du Weiguo's request. After hearing the request repeated by Matsushima Nanako.

Sakata Konosuke glanced at Du Weiguo with fear in his eyes, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said in broken English without a word:

"Yes, yes, Lord Sakuragi, I will definitely try my best to meet your request as soon as possible."

Du Weiguo threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray, stood up slowly, raised three fingers, and whispered:

"3 days, deadline."

"Hai, hai~"

Sakata Konosuke nodded and bowed, his attitude was extremely humble, and he wished he could just put his head into his crotch. The servility of Japanese people was fully exposed.

When we left the food factory, the rain had stopped, but the dark clouds still lingered, the sky was still overcast, and the air pressure was very low.

Du Weiguo sat in the back seat of the Crown car, rolled down the window, held a cigarette in his hand, and looked at the scenery passing by on the street, his eyes looking a little distant.

Through the rearview mirror, Matsushima Nanako secretly glanced at Du Weiguo. Looking at this incredibly young and handsome face, she felt infinite emotion in her heart.

At this moment, Du Weiguo put down his rain hat. His eyebrows had completely grown, his sword eyebrows were sharp, and his hair had returned to a hairy length, making him look particularly energetic and young.

You know, he is an evil god. He is at the top of the CIA's black list and the most wanted list of the American army. In the dark world, he exists like a god.

With such a illustrious reputation, he has killed countless people and has become a legend, but he is so young and as handsome as a movie star. This contrast makes people feel extremely ridiculous.

"Nanako, drive well. I'm a little hungry and want to drink. Let's buy some beef and Kuromist grill. How about going home and having a barbecue?"

Du Weiguo's five senses were keen, and he naturally felt her gaze immediately. He exhaled smoke for a long time, turned his head, and spoke in a casual tone.

One of the orders Nanako Matsushima received from Richard was to follow Du Weiguo 24 hours a day, and no matter what he asked for, as long as it was within the limits, she would do her best to satisfy him.

It's hard to define this without going too far. You know, based on Du Weiguo's past record, as long as he doesn't go to Chiyoda, Tokyo, to assassinate the emperor, it doesn't feel like he's out of the ordinary.

Such a reasonable request for barbecue was not difficult. Naturally, Matsushima Nanako would not refuse, and she was even a little surprised.

She hurriedly replied:
"Oh, oh, okay, Mr. Wesley, I can buy the best Shoban beef. As for shochu, Yamazoro ware is more popular here in Yokohama. The flavor is also good. You can try it."

Du Weiguo nodded noncommittally and flicked the cigarette butt away:
"Well, sure, you just have to look at the arrangement. By the way, Nanako, I don't eat natto, miso, or raw eggs. I prefer the spicy taste. Sorry for the trouble."

Du Weiguo's tone was soothing and gentle, unhurried and slightly ambiguous, just like a young couple having a family affair.

This flattered Matsushima Nanako even more, and she felt even more ridiculous. She couldn't help but have some charming fantasies that she shouldn't have. After she had had enough wine and food~~
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but glance at Du Weiguo's handsome face. She couldn't help but feel a little shaken, her mouth was dry, and her tone was a little panicked.

"Oh, ok, ok, I see."

Matsushima Nanako is not old, but has rich experience and can be considered a senior special agent. She immediately realized that something was wrong with her current state.

He secretly took a deep breath, licked his dry lips, forced his heart to calm down, and found a new topic:

"Mr. Wesley, can I ask why you entrusted Konosuke Sakata to order high-calorie compressed food?"

Du Weiguo replied casually:
"Well, every time I fight, my physical load is very heavy, so I need this kind of emergency food that is easy to carry and can quickly replenish calories."

Nanako frowned slightly, a little confused:
"If that's the case, wouldn't compressed biscuits work? The high-calorie food you requested has a lot of cream and fat added. Even if it is made, I'm afraid it won't be able to be stored for too long?"

Du Weiguo shook his head:

"Compressed biscuits are not good. They don't have enough calories, are too dry, and need to be chewed. Also, the expansion rate is too high. As for the preservation of emergency military rations, after vacuuming, it should be fine for a short period of time."

After hearing his explanation, Matsushima Nanako's eyes suddenly lit up and she nodded in agreement:

"Vacuum preservation is a good idea. Your Excellency is indeed capable of everything, even such small things~~"

Nanako Matsushima was flattering her so much. Du Weiguo had long been immune to rainbow farts and lost interest in talking. He turned his head and looked out the window, a little lost in thought.

Du Weiguo didn't know that the idea he came up with out of the blue, after many improvements, became the standard emergency ration for almost all special forces in the world.

And the Sakata Food Processing Factory he randomly picked became the world's top military ration supplier 20 years later, and this military ration was also named Shashen Pill.

A moment later, the Crown car stopped at a traffic light intersection. Du Weiguo's ears suddenly twitched, then he raised his eyebrows and looked at a small residential building on the street with interest.

Reaching out and patting the driver's seat, Du Weiguo's tone was a bit joking:
"Nanako, as a special agent, you are required to be as hard as iron and to be ruthless and sever sexual desires. I am a little curious. If you encounter an innocent woman or child who is violated, will you care?"

Matsushima Nanako was confused when she heard this. She looked around subconsciously and thought for a few seconds. Then she turned to look at Du Weiguo and asked carefully:

"Innocent women and children were violated? Mr. Wesley, I don't understand what you mean. Are you talking about the war that happened decades ago?"

Damn, you can really imagine that if I could really be reborn a few decades ago, I would definitely destroy your Japanese island.

Du Weiguo cursed in his heart, smacked his lips helplessly, pointed at a small red brick building on the roadside, and said in a calm tone:

"No, right over there, at this moment, there is a brutal thug who is assaulting a mother and daughter. Do you want to take care of it?"

"Ok?"

Matsushima Nanako looked in the direction of Du Weiguo's finger in surprise. The two-story red brick building on the street was a typical Japanese one-family house. It was ordinary and nothing special.

The small building is about 20 meters away from the car. It may be because of the rain. The doors and windows are closed, so there is no clue.

Nanako Matsushima's eyes flickered, pointing to a building on the roadside, her tone hesitant:
"Mr. Wesley, you said that there is a thug in this house who is assaulting a mother and daughter?"

Du Weiguo nodded:
"Well, yes, I have very good ears. This man has knocked the young girl unconscious and is tearing her mother's clothes off. His actions are very violent. He is definitely not the man."

In fact, Du Weiguo's sharp eyes could clearly see that the male head of the family had his throat cut.

Du Weiguo's words are conclusive and have a strong sense of imagery, and given his current status, it is impossible for him to just talk nonsense.

Matsushima Nanako's eyes flickered and she looked hesitant. As a special agent, she certainly couldn't be the Virgin, and she must have priority.

Her current task is to keep Du Weiguo out of her sight, but as a woman, it is difficult for her to sit idly by when such things happen.

Du Weiguo's mind was clear and he could see through her hesitation at a glance and said with a smile:

"Go ahead, I'll wait for you in the car. Don't worry. If I really want to leave, you can't stop me or catch up, right?"

"it is good."

Nanako Matsushima was a decisive character, and she made a decision in an instant. She opened the door and got out of the car, and rushed to the house in a few steps.

She quickly took off her high heels, then took out a hairpin from her hair, quickly opened the door, and slipped into the house silently.

Her movements were smooth and smooth, even smoother than opening a lock with a key. Du Weiguo was delighted to see it, and the corners of his mouth raised:
"Oh, there's something. Buddha is very good at this business. Damn it, it seems I have to take the time to learn the business of sneaking through doors and picking locks." (End of Chapter)