Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

Matsushima Nanako entered the small one-family building on the roadside. About half a minute later, a muffled sound suddenly sounded inside the house:
"Kang!"

In the Crown Car, Du Weiguo, who was smoking and waiting, was very surprised and raised his brows slightly.

This sound was too familiar to him. It was clearly the sound of a gunshot, and he could clearly distinguish that it was the unique gunshot sound of the German-made Walter PPK pistol.

This pistol is small, stable, and has weak recoil. It has always been the favorite of female agents. It is also the gun of Matsushima Nanako. She usually hides it on her inner thigh.

Hearing the gunfire, Du Weiguo was very surprised and couldn't help but turn his head and look inside the small building.

To be honest, Du Weiguo didn't take the thug who committed crimes in the house seriously at all. No matter how violent he was, he was just an ordinary person.

As a senior special agent, it was necessary to use a gun to deal with a strong criminal. To make such a big noise, Matsushima Nanako must be too inferior.

Some people may say that men and women have different physiques and a huge gap in strength. No matter how powerful a woman is, it will be extremely difficult to subdue a strong man, especially a man holding a weapon, so it is normal to shoot.

It sounds reasonable, but it's not. As a senior special agent, Nanako Matsushima is also a double-sided agent.

They must be well-trained, and subjects such as sneaking, shooting, fighting, subduing, and assassination are all required courses for agents.

If you are calculating mentally but not deliberately, dealing with an ordinary person is equivalent to killing a chicken with a sledgehammer, and you must be able to catch it with ease.

There are only two possibilities for the current situation, either Songdao, a young girl, is not good at school and is extremely talented, and she got by with other skills.

Otherwise, the man who was committing the murder was weird, he was not an ordinary player, and Du Weiguo instinctively tended to the second scenario.

"Kang!"

Just when Du Weiguo turned his head, the gun rang out again. With his extraordinary hearing, he could still hear the sound of a sharp weapon entering flesh, as well as Matsushima Nanako's painful groan.

Damn it, this little girl is in trouble!

Du Weiguo's eyes tightened. Damn, this is really a tough situation. The tree is still but the wind is not stopping. Any thug he meets at random is a master.

"Pfft~"

Du Weiguo blew out the cigarette butt and disappeared in an instant. The next moment, he flashed directly in front of the small building door, stepped forward and kicked it down, and the door collapsed with one kick.

As the old saying goes, you can defeat ten groups with one force. Du Weiguo is like this now. He advocates a simple and rough style of acting and increasingly looks down on those fancy tricks.

The door collapsed and filled with smoke and dust. Before Du Weiguo could even enter, the shrill sound of breaking wind sounded, followed by a dazzling cold light.

"call out!"

Under the cover of smoke and dust, a sharp short knife stabbed out, the tip pointed directly at Du Weiguo's throat, the speed was extremely fast, like the fangs of a poisonous snake.

To be honest, this knife is quite technical, the angle is tricky, accurate and ruthless, and the timing is perfect.

People who use knives are by no means ordinary. It's no wonder that Matsushima Nanako was defeated by the attack, but in Du Weiguo's eyes, these were not enough.

The effect of slowing down dynamic vision by dozens of times, and all means of playing with speed, were just tricks in his eyes. Besides, how could the smoke and dust cover Du Weiguo's piercing eyes. .

"Gaba~"

There was an ear-piercing sound of bone cracking. Du Weiguo just grabbed it and twisted it, twisting the hand holding the knife into a twist. The dagger changed hands. At the same time, he suddenly raised his leg and kicked towards the door.

"Uh~"

There was a painful groan inside the door, and a figure was kicked several meters away and hit the wall heavily.

This figure is a stocky guy, about 175cm tall, about 30 years old, with long hair, a short face, a fierce appearance, and narrow eyes.

Du Weiguo's kick just now used several percent of his true strength. It was so powerful and heavy that it was comparable to a battering ram and broke at least a few of his ribs.

This is because he has been trained and has a strong physique. If it were an ordinary person, this kick could directly crush the internal organs and kill him.

Even so, this guy was also seriously injured. While he was in the air, blood spurted out of his mouth and his eyes almost bulged out.

It wasn't over yet. The dagger that had been taken away spun around in Du Weiguo's hand like a flower, and flew back like lightning.

"Pfft~"

The sharp blade penetrated the body and directly pinned the unfortunate guy to the wall. Fortunately, he didn't feel any pain at the moment.

The moment his head hit the wall, his eyes rolled, and he passed out cleanly, which was a complete end.

"Dengdengdeng~"

The sound of rapid and messy footsteps sounded. Nanako Matsushima covered her shoulders, held a pistol, and staggered down the stairs.

A large amount of blood oozed out from between her fingers, half of her body was dyed red, and her whole arm was shaking, but she still did not discard her weapon, and her eyes were still clear.

Seeing the man nailed to the wall with blood stains on his face and no idea of ​​his life or death, Matsushima Nanako's pupils were shocked and she was stunned.

This guy was a tough guy, with quick movements and ruthless sword skills. She had just seen it and suffered a big loss. If he hadn't suddenly given up the attack, she would have almost died.

She knew that Du Weiguo was powerful, but she never expected that he could be so powerful. He didn't draw a gun at all, but in a flash of lightning, he just met him and crippled this man.

Seeing the calm and relaxed Du Weiguo, Matsushima Nanako's tight heart suddenly relaxed, and she knelt down on the ground with a pop.

Stepping on the kicked-down door, Du Weiguo walked slowly in front of her and took a brief glance at her injuries. He found that they were okay, avoiding the vital points and not damaging the blood vessels and nerves.

A sharp blade caused a penetrating muscle injury to the shoulder socket on the left side. Under normal circumstances, it will heal in about 6 weeks.

Du Weiguo was used to big scenes, where mountains of corpses and seas of blood were commonplace, so he naturally didn't care about such minor injuries.

His voice was calm and his tone was casual, as if he were chatting at home:
"Call the police?"

Matsushima Nanako was breathing heavily. When she heard Du Weiguo's question, she shook her head hard:
"No, this guy is not ordinary. His methods are brutal. He is definitely not an ordinary person. I will immediately call my colleagues at the Ministry of Internal Affairs and ask them to come and pick him up."

Du Weiguo nodded noncommittally: "Oh, do you want to go to the hospital?"

Nanako Matsushima did not answer immediately, but put away the pistol first, twisted her body, and struggled to stand up.

"Uh~"

She accidentally touched the wound, and her teeth and mouth cracked in pain. She couldn't help but groan. Du Weiguo stretched out his hand to help her up. Matsushima Nanako was sweating profusely and said in a hoarse voice:

"Thank you, sir, for saving my life."

Du Weiguo said calmly: "It's okay, let's go, I'll take you to the hospital."

Matsushima Nanako took a cursory look at her wound, her eyes flickered, and her tone was hesitant:

"Mr. Wesley, please, can you sew the wound?"

"Uh, I really don't know how to do this."

Du Weiguo looked a little embarrassed. Although he had numerous injuries, he had the magical ability to heal himself, so why did he need to treat the wounds?
Matsushima Nanako gritted her teeth:
"Okay, Mr. Wesley, I understand. It's okay. The injury is not serious. I can handle it myself."

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo was a little surprised: "Really?"

"Yes."

Nanako Matsushima nodded, then took off her coat with difficulty, bit the corner of the coat with her teeth, tied a knot skillfully, and tied the wound tightly.

In the kitchen, the man of the house fell in a pool of blood and had been dead for a long time. Du Weiguo glanced upstairs and asked casually:

"Are the mother and daughter upstairs okay?"

Nanako Matsushima simply treated the injury, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and explained softly:

"The woman was so frightened that she huddled in the corner of the bed and did not dare to move. The girl fainted, but none of them suffered any injuries."

Du Weiguo's ears suddenly twitched, and then he glanced outside: "Okay, the patrol is here, let's go first." Matsushima Nanako nodded obediently: "Okay~"

A moment later, in the master bedroom on the second floor of the beachfront villa, Matsushima Nanako was naked and sitting on a chair, revealing her beautiful figure.

Du Weiguo stood behind her. Despite such a lively and charming scene, he was not moved at all and his expression was quite solemn.

At this moment, he was holding a surgical needle in his hand. His big, rock-steady hands were shaking badly, and large beads of sweat were still oozing out from his forehead.

"Wei, Mr. Wesley, don't be nervous. Please give the injection boldly. I, I'm fine."

Matsushima Nanako only took a few analgesics without anesthesia. At this moment, she was sweating profusely in pain and her veins were bulging.

However, this little girl was extraordinarily strong. She endured the heart-piercing pain and even comforted and encouraged Du Weiguo.

The reason why Nanako didn't go to the hospital was that on the one hand she was really worried that Du Weiguo would be out of her sight, and on the other hand, she was also using a trap of bitterness and beauty.

Reciprocal sincerity, skin-to-skin contact, and suturing wounds can quickly bring people closer to each other and improve their goodwill.

Nanako is still very confident about her figure and appearance. If she can take down the evil spirit and become her subordinate, she will be prosperous.

The history of Reina's rise to the top of MI[-] has almost become a legend in the secret service circle. Isn't that female spy jealous?Even if it doesn't work, it would be good to be familiar with the evil god.

Nanako's idea was beautiful, but Du Weiguo had no idea at all. He had never done suture work before. He was a little curious and just wanted to try it.

"okay, I get it."

Du Weiguo replied dully, wiped his sweat, calmed his mind, his eyes were sharp, and he injected the needle decisively.

"Zi~"

A stream of blood suddenly spurted out, and oh my, it penetrated so deeply. This time it penetrated directly into the flesh, and even pierced a capillary blood vessel.

"Uh, no, it's okay~"

Matsushima Nanako let out a suppressed groan, her whole body was shaking slightly in pain, but she still managed to hold back and comforted her.

Suturing is not as simple as imagined, because what needs to be sutured is not just one layer, but the peritoneal layer, abdominal muscle layer, subcutaneous layer, and epidermis must be sutured in layers.

Du Weiguo was a man of two generations. This kind of work was really the first time for a big girl to get on a sedan chair, and it was still human skin with blood and flesh. It was definitely an extreme challenge.

There is a saying that those who are capable can do anything. Facts have proved that this is absolutely nonsense. Du Weiguo is not qualified for this kind of delicate work like embroidery. Even if he has a microscope for his eyes and a strong psychological quality, he will not be able to do it.

Du Weiguo had to sew up the small wound, which was more than an inch long, for more than two hours. He was so tired that he was sweating all over his pants before he could finish the job. He felt like he was about to collapse, and he was even more tired than fighting Xiangpan in a bloody battle.

Matsushima Nanako was also in heart-wrenching pain and sweating profusely. She slowly put on her clothes and turned to look at Du Weiguo, who was slumped on the ground with sweating profusely.

Inexplicably, she felt that he was a little more popular and indescribably cute. Nanako's eyes were soft and she asked softly:
"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Wesley. Is this your first time suturing a wound? Have you never been injured before?"

Du Weiguo took out his cigarette case, lit one, and took several puffs in succession. Then he spit out a long arrow-like smoke and replied feebly:
"I heal on my own for minor injuries, but for serious injuries I can't do anything but go to the hospital, so I really haven't had any stitches on the wound."

This answer was quite vague, but Matsushima Nanako also knew that he was not an ordinary person and could not be judged by common sense. Instead of continuing to struggle, he changed the topic:
"Mr. Wesley, please rest for a while, I will help you arrange the barbecue now."

Du Weiguo stood up slowly, his tone lazily and slightly helpless:

"Come on, I'm not a landowner or a rich man, and I still need to take care of the sick. You can call someone to bring the materials, and I'll do it myself."

Matsushima Nanako didn't understand the word "landlord old money" at first. She reacted slightly, but then asked in surprise:

"You, you can also cook?"

No wonder she was so surprised. He is a powerful evil god, murderous and invincible. He can actually cook. Are you surprised or surprised?

Du Weiguo naturally understood what she meant, raised his eyebrows and curled his lips, and said angrily:
"Do you think I was born to be a murderous evil god? You should know my origin. Before I left China, I was an ordinary person. I went to and from work step by step every day, cooking and cooking."

Speechless, Matsushima Nanako looked at Du Weiguo blankly, not knowing what to say. How did she feel?
A god who needs to be looked up to on weekdays suddenly said, in fact, I am just a mortal, and I have to eat, drink, have sex, 996, and also have a mortgage and car loan~ It’s very unexpected.

Du Weiguo looked at him with a stunned look on his face and patted her helplessly:
"Okay, I'm going to starve to death. Hurry up and get some meat. I'll let you experience the essence of Chinese cuisine."

At night, in the dining room of the villa, Matsushima Nanako's cheeks were red, she put her chin with her hand, and stared blankly at Du Weiguo, who was eating a delicious meal, feeling a little dazed.

She had a fever and had taken medicine. She was drowsy and shaky at the moment, but she was just trying not to sleep. This was not because of the mission.

Seeing Du Weiguo eating deliciously, Nanako felt an inexplicable sense of happiness, feeling that the evil god was no longer a name on the blacklist or a mission target, but a living person.

She is also extraordinarily charming, young, handsome, and powerful, which makes her feel extra at ease and feels full of security.

Du Weiguo didn't have such rich inner activities. He was eating meat in a hurry and couldn't care about anything.

Today's ingredients are a bit high-end. Japan's top Matsugan Wagyu beef, the world's top beef, can be called the gold of food. It is full of color and flavor, tender, juicy, melts in your mouth, and has an unparalleled taste.

This thing was sold for thousands of dollars per pound in later generations, and because of the scarcity of output, it was extremely priceless and unmarketable. Now you can show it off to death, so there is no reason to be polite.

Du Weiguo finished showing off the 10 pounds of beef and 6 bottles of mountain monkey roasted by Matsushima Nanako in one go. Then he burped with unfulfilled satisfaction and patted his slightly bulging belly.

He lit a cigarette, exhaled the smoke happily, and glanced at Nanako teasingly:
"Go to sleep when you're sleepy. Why are you hanging on here? I can't run."

"I, I'm not sleepy~"

At this moment, Matsushima Nanako's eyelids were a little droopy, her eyes were blurred, and her voice seemed particularly ethereal. Du Weiguo exhaled smoke, angry and funny:

"Okay, then just hold on, eat and drink enough, I'm going to sleep."

"Ring Ling Ling ~"

Just as Du Weiguo was about to get up, the satellite phone at the corner of the table suddenly rang. Nanako Matsushima, who was in an important position, naturally had this thing too.

Nanako Matsushima, who was already half asleep, suddenly tightened her eyes and frowned when she heard the bell.

She subconsciously raised her head and glanced at the quartz clock on the wall. It was already past 10 pm. Who would be looking for her at this time?
"Hey, I'm Songdao, what? Are you sure? Okay, seal off the scene immediately, I'll be there soon."

After hanging up the phone, Songdao had lost his sleepiness and regained his clarity. His face was solemn and his eyes were sharp, but when he looked at Du Weiguo, he looked a little embarrassed.

"what happened?"

Du Weiguo also became interested and asked softly. Matsushima Nanako subconsciously licked her lips, considered it for a moment, and then said:

"The beast you injured this afternoon was rescued in the hospital, and several of our colleagues responsible for guarding him were killed."

Matsushima Nanako's tone was resentful, implying evil spirit, but Du Weiguo had long been used to seeing life and death, not to mention that the person who died was from Japan's Ministry of Internal Affairs, so he didn't take it seriously at all:
"Oh? This guy also has accomplices. Why, the person who rescued him also used a knife? How many people are there?"

Matsushima Nanako nodded, gritted her molars and said:
“Four of my colleagues who were in charge of guarding the hospital, three medical staff on night duty, and three patients were all killed.

There were stab wounds and wounds caused by other weapons. There were no witnesses. Based on the traces at the scene, it was initially determined that it was caused by one person. "

Good guy, 10 lives, regardless of status, killing without distinction, this guy is a bit cruel, Du Weiguo frowned:
"Killing people on sight, so fierce? Why, Nanako, looking at your attitude, do you want me to accompany you there?"

Matsushima Nanako did not deny it, bowed and nodded:

"Yes, Mr. Wesley, I know that you have always been compassionate and jealous of evil, so I hope you can help me."

Ha, Du Weiguo sneered in his heart, "Damn it, this little girl is so angry with her nose, she actually slapped me, and she is so compassionate, are you just acting?"
The majestic Ministry of Internal Affairs of Japan cannot deal with a mere thug?No matter how fierce and ruthless he is, if he is held up by dozens of guns, what will happen?
Her heartfelt words were nothing more than wanting to tie Du Weiguo to her side and keep him out of her sight, without delaying his tasks and work, and having his cake and eat it too.

However, Du Weiguo became very interested in this cruel guy who killed people indiscriminately and wantonly.

Up to now, Du Weiguo has experienced hundreds of battles and has held at least a thousand lives in his hands. He has seen dead people, but he has never met a character who kills for no reason.

In the medical field, there is a very special and rare male chromosome type with an xyy structure. It is called a super male body, which is also the legendary natural killer.

This kind of person is cruel, cold-blooded, violent, and regards human life as nothing. Du Weiguo is a little curious whether this guy exists like this. (End of chapter)