Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

This guy dressed like Batman was blocking Du Weiguo's path, as motionless as a wooden or stone statue.

Just a pair of cold eyes, staring at the sandalwood box in Du Weiguo's hand, it is self-evident that he is also here for this golden Buddha.

The corners of Du Weiguo's mouth curled up, feeling a bit ridiculous.

Damn, even today, there are still people who dare to snatch things from his hands. Isn't this just a case of snatching food from a tiger's mouth?

Not to mention that the guy in front of him just dressed up like Batman, even if the real Batman drove over in his chariot and met Du Weiguo, he would still have to kneel on the ground and call daddy.

Regarding the monsters in Gotham City, Du Weiguo said that he could fight ten of them at once.

Du Weiguo's current combat power is difficult for even him to define. Even among superheroes, he should be among the top few.

Not to mention Avengers, Black Widow, Hawkeye and other ordinary people, whoever meets him will be destroyed. For Captain America, there is a bug known as 55. Du Weiguo is also very confident and will send him to meet God in an instant.

With teleportation and the Kusanagi Sword, Du Weiguo felt that he could compete with the Hulk, Thor, and Crimson.

Of course, it's hard to say if you include the perverts from the X-Men. After all, Magneto, the bald man, and especially Phoenix are all existences that can destroy the world.

Hey, if the DC universe is brought out again, it will be even more unplayable. Dachao is simply invincible. Du Weiguo will definitely not be able to defeat him, and it is probably difficult to escape.

Going a step further and returning to the present, Du Weiguo's expression was joking, he raised the sandalwood box in his hand and asked in a sultry tone.

"want to?"

The figure in the darkness finally spoke. His voice was extremely hoarse and low, and his tone was also unusually stiff, as if he didn't speak often:

"Put down the box and leave immediately. I can spare your life."

"Hehehe~"

Hearing such a terrible threat, Du Weiguo couldn't help but laugh, and stood there calmly, squinting his eyes and looking at him with interest.

Under his piercing eyes, nothing about this "Batman" could be hidden. He must be at least 50 years old, with a Chinese character face and a majestic appearance.

He has a thick beard, his hair and beard are already graying, his body is very strong, his muscles are tangled, but he is scarred, and he looks very permeable.

This guy has a unique Japanese scythe wrapped around his waist, a six-edged shuriken in a deerskin bag, a short ax on his waist, and a short knife hidden in his sleeve. He looks like a ninja, but not like it, and is a bit specious. .

Du Weiguo withdrew his gaze, raised his eyebrows and asked:
"Night Crow?"

Upon hearing this, the old man with the white beard couldn't help but shrink his pupils, his eyes showing a fierce look:

"who are you?"

Seeing his reaction, Du Weiguo understood clearly and knew that he had guessed correctly. He frowned and smacked his lips helplessly:
"So, you were responsible for the case at Kubo Hospital last night?"

"who are you?"

Night Crow's voice became very irritable, his eyes flashed sharply, and under his cloak, the short ax slipped silently into his hand. Judging from his posture, he was already ready to take action.

"すべて sack (wait a minute)!"

Du Weiguo suddenly raised his palm, shouted loudly, and stopped the night crows from rising. Then he bent down and put the wooden box on the ground, then reached into his arms and slowly took out a satellite phone.

His series of operations successfully stunned Ye Ya, who stared at him hesitantly and did not take action immediately.

The reason why he didn't take action was because the masters were intuitive. Ye Yao instinctively felt that Du Weiguo was not easy to mess with, and he was still very difficult to mess with, so he didn't act rashly.

Otherwise, with his ruthless words and violent temper that kills people like mowing grass, he would have killed people and grabbed goods. How could he stand there beeping for a long time.

Du Weiguo took advantage of Ye Ya's daze and quickly made a call:
"Hey, Nanako, yes, I'm Wesley. Didn't you want to entrust me to eradicate the Tiger Tail Cult? Tell me, how much can you pay?
Okay, stop talking nonsense. The fixed price is 500 million US dollars. Just say it, okay?Okay, then bring someone to No. 2 Minato-mae-cho 35-chome immediately.

What are you here for?Come to collect the body of Night Crow, I found him, what?Still have to live?This is too much trouble, I have to add it~~"

Du Weiguo's original intention was not to pay attention to the Huwei Cult of Lao Shizi. After all, it is better to do less than to do more.

Having said that, even if these guys did all the bad things in Japan, what the hell does it have to do with him?He even had a little chuckle.

It's a pity that things are unpredictable, because this special golden Buddha in his hand was inexplicably blocked on the road by Night Crow, and he also wanted to kill people and steal goods. Of course Du Weiguo would not give up.

However, since the battle with the Tiger Tail Cult was unavoidable, Du Weiguo was not willing to work in vain, so he simply took over Nanako's task to make some money.

Du Weiguo talked to Nanako on the phone, and they all spoke in Chinese. Ye Ya couldn't understand it at all, but he was not an idiot. He heard a few keywords with similar pronunciations and roughly guessed the meaning.

Therefore, before Du Weiguo finished talking, Ye Yao's eyes sharpened, and then he raised his shoulders, and a sad cold light suddenly appeared.

"Hey~"

A ball of light whizzed towards Du Weiguo's chest. Ye Crow was a mute dog, the kind that bites without barking.

"Chong!"

Metal clanked, and the rapidly rotating hatchet was held firmly by the Xiao Tang Dao 1 meter in front of Du Weiguo and bounced away.

"Woooooo~"

But at this moment, there was a strange sound again, and several six-edged shurikens were flying towards Du Weiguo from different directions in mysterious arcs, instantly blocking all his dodge space.

Night Crow's shuriken must have been specially made with empty slots, so the sound of breaking wind was particularly loud, like the wail of a ghost, which was breathtaking.

Shurikens are similar to boomerangs. Because they have several sharp blades like fan blades, they can turn when flying.

Under the control of a top master like Ye Crow, the speed is even more amazing, and the lethality at close range is almost as good as arc bullets.

"rub!"

Night Crow's body also moved. At the same time as he shot out the shuriken, his body followed the shuriken, and the scythe on his waist was thrown out violently.

The scythe is a strange weapon with a chain connected to the scythe head. It is a favorite of ninjas. Night Crow's scythe is more ruthless. It has edges on both sides. It can not only cut, but also cut, chop and peel.

The sharp sickle, controlled by Night Crow, kept swinging up and down and left and right like a snake's head, making it dizzying and difficult to predict where the attack would land.

Master!

At this moment, Du Weiguo had already roughly weighed Night Crow in his heart. It was no wonder that Matsushima Nanako was so afraid of the Tiger Tail Cult.

Just looking at Ye Crow's methods, he is far superior to most Onmyoji of Tsuchimikado Shinto.

Those guys wearing strange clothes, most of their skills are too long, they have to coordinate gestures, and they have to shout spells, and they are full of loopholes.

On the other hand, Ye Crow's attack was concise, concealed, quick, capable, and efficient, without even a single superfluous movement.

The current nature is extremely strong, and every move is made with the intention of killing people. It has been refined over time, and there is no false move at all.

But no matter how powerful he is, it is all in vain to meet Du Weiguo, a monster. If it is a dragon, you have to coil up, and if it is a tiger, you have to lie down.

"Bang bang bang, clang!"

A burst of muffled gunshots suddenly exploded, knocking away several shurikens that were close to him. At the same time, the small Tang Dao also knocked away the sickle that was cutting towards the throat.

However, Ye Ya did not give up. At this moment, he had already rushed to Du Weiguo, his toes suddenly exerted force, and his whole body instantly rose up, a cold light suddenly appeared in his hands.

A sharp dagger suddenly appeared from the cuff, like a poisonous snake's fangs, biting Du Weiguo's heart fiercely.

Flying axes, shurikens, and locking scythes are all false moves, but this flying heart-biting knife is Ye Crow's sure kill. In Japan, this move seems to have a name, called the death-sacrifice slash.

"Gaba~"

A bone breaking sound suddenly sounded, which made people feel sour. In the lightning flash, Du Weiguo suddenly raised his leg, raised his foot to the sky, and whipped Ye Yao hard on the chest.

Ye Crow's figure instantly jumped up a few inches like a giant toad, and the short knife in his hand also rose up a few inches uncontrollably, stabbing into the empty space above Du Weiguo's shoulder.

"Snapped!"

The moment his legs fell, Du Weiguo twisted around and swung his elbow, and the hammer-like elbow knife struck Ye Crow hard on the neck.

The blow was so strong that Ye Ya was struck by lightning. He hit the wall like a rag doll. When he landed, he rolled his eyes and fainted.

This was because Du Weiguo had deliberately restrained his strength, otherwise, his neck would have been cut off immediately and he would have received his lunch on the spot.

Du Weiguo waved his hand, and the pistol and Tang Dao disappeared in an instant. He came close to Ye Ya and turned him over with his feet. Well, it was okay, he was not dead.

He spat at him and complained angrily:
"Chunchun is sick! I was fighting well at first, but suddenly I got into a flying attack. Why are you pretending to be Ye Gucheng with me? With a sword coming from the west, you are like a flying fairy from the sky?"

Immediately, Du Weiguo picked up the wooden box on the ground, took out a German mountain soldier backpack from the space, and put the wooden box inside.

After finishing this, he took out his cigarette case and lit one, leaned against the wall of the alley, raised his brows and muttered to himself:
"This idiot is obviously here for the Golden Buddha. It seems that this thing must have some connection with the Tiger Tail Sect? Tsk, just ask that mustache, how did you get this thing?"

A moment later, several cars hurriedly stopped at the entrance of the alley. Matsushima Nanako opened the door and ran over at the lead.He didn't even look at Ye Ya who was paralyzed on the ground. He ran straight in front of Du Weiguo and looked him up and down with a concerned tone:

"Sir, are you all right?"

Now, this is called posture. Regardless of whether it is true or false, this posture is necessary, just like the female anchor asking the top brother if he has eaten or if he has pooped. Nonsense is often due to human feelings.

Du Weiguo chuckled, crushed the cigarette butt, and said in a scornful tone:

"Well, it's okay. I was busy fighting just now and the call was interrupted. Nanako, if you want to live, you have to pay more."

While speaking, Du Weiguo also glanced at Ye Ya on the ground. His meaning was very clear. If you don't agree, I will kill him immediately.

Nanako was stunned: "Uh~"

"no problem!"

At the entrance of the alley, a rich and clear man's voice suddenly sounded. He spoke English with standard pronunciation and no trace of accent.

Following the voice, a middle-aged man strode towards Du Weiguo:
"Based on the agreed price, for every remnant of the Tiger Tail Sect that sir helps us capture alive, we will pay an additional 50 US dollars."

The guy who spoke was about 40 years old, with a tall and burly figure that is rare in Japan, with short and capable hair, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a resolute appearance.

The middle-aged man walked up to Du Weiguo. He didn't use Nanako to introduce him at all. He took the initiative to extend his hand and his tone was very enthusiastic, but his voice was very low:
"Mr. Wesley, I have long admired you. My name is Ryota Takahashi, Minister of the Japanese Ministry of Internal Affairs."

The ministries in Japan's administrative agencies are almost equivalent to the departments in China. This guy's official position is really not low. The minister of the Ministry of Internal Affairs is already equivalent to Hu Fei's position.

Of course, the actual authority is definitely inferior. After all, the old thief Hu Fei is in charge of an independent department, which is a certain security bureau in later generations. He singles out one party and takes charge of the overall situation.

Du Weiguo did not act arrogantly, and refused the man thousands of miles away. He shook hands with him generously, and his tone was calm, neither far nor close:

"Hello, Minister Takahashi, I heard Nanako mention you."

Takahashi Ryota must have carefully studied Du Weiguo's preferences, so he spoke very straightforwardly without going around at all:

"Mr. Wesley, thank you for your willingness to help us eradicate the cancer of the Tiger Tail Sect. In addition to normal remuneration, we will also try our best to take care of your interests in Japan."

Oh, this guy is so good!His meaning is very obvious. From now on, he will take appropriate care of the Yamaguchi-gumi's flour business.

If Taoka Kazuo knew that Du Weiguo helped him build such a golden thigh, he would probably be overjoyed.

The powerful minister of the Ministry of Internal Affairs has almost unlimited energy. At least, it is much stronger than the district councilors he usually kneels down and licks.

There is a saying that one should not hit anyone with a smiling face. Du Weiguo laughed:

"Thank you very much for Minister Takahashi's kindness, but in business negotiations, our cooperation conditions still need to be modified."

Takahashi Ryota nodded: "Of course, sir, please speak."

Du Weiguo smacked his lips and thought a little philistinely:

"These guys are very skilled. If there is only one person, there is still a possibility of being captured alive. If there are more than two, I can't do anything about it. Therefore, as long as you are the leader of the Tiger Tail Sect, you have to pay extra, whether he is alive or dead."

Takahashi Ryota pondered for a moment and agreed happily:

"No problem, leader of the Tiger Tail Cult, whether he lives or dies, we will pay you an additional $50."

The Ministry of Internal Affairs is indeed rich and powerful, much more powerful than the clumsy MI[-]. Du Weiguo smiled:

"Thank you very much. Minister Takahashi is very generous."

Takahashi Ryota waved his hand:

"Mr. Wesley is so polite. In fact, even if I don't have the opportunity to meet Mr. Richard, I would really like to get to know you."

"Oh why?"

Du Weiguo was indeed a little curious. After all, Takahashi must know exactly who he was and they were naturally opposed to each other.

Moreover, when performing tasks on Hong Kong Island, Du Weiguo mercilessly slaughtered the Japanese special forces. The two sides were enemies, not friends.

Under such a background, Takahashi Ryota still wants to get to know him, which is a bit thought-provoking. When things go wrong, there must be a monster.

Takahashi Ryota turned his head and glanced at Night Crow who was paralyzed in the corner:

"Mr. Wesley, this is not the place to talk. Let's talk somewhere else."

"can."

Du Weiguo nodded indifferently. He indeed had no taboos. He didn't believe that Takahashi Ryota had the courage to provoke him, nor did he believe that he had any means to deal with him.

"Okay, Mr. Wesley, just a moment."

Takahashi Ryota nodded to him, then turned around and waved to the plainclothes detectives who had been guarding the alley.

"Crash~"

A group of capable men in suits saw Ryota Takahashi's gesture and immediately rushed over at a trot with weapons in hand.

They were well-trained and moved quickly. They took out the special handcuffs and ropes that had been prepared in advance, and were instantly tied up like rice dumplings by Night Crow.

The handcuffs are very special. They should be made of tungsten steel and are connected to a special rubber sheath. They not only cuff the wrists, but also restrict the fingers. There is also a rubber stopper in the mouth, making it foolproof.

Seeing them dealing with Night Crow, Du Weiguo felt a little uncomfortable, but he secretly remembered this method for future effects.

Takahashi Ryota waved to one of his subordinates who was a little older and had some hair loss, and gave simple and concise instructions:

"Safe House No. 4, large dose of anesthesia, call for a doctor to check for injuries, suspect cannot die, dark room, no contact, everyone is fully armed and on 24-hour alert."

"Hai, I understand, Minister~"

The hairless man looked solemn and responded solemnly, then led the people away. Takahashi Ryota smiled at Du Weiguo:

"Let's go, Mr. Wesley. I heard that you like spicy food, so I'll treat you to the most authentic Sichuan and Chongqing hot pot."

Du Weiguo laughed loudly: "Okay, I just had a fight and I happen to be a little hungry, so thank you, Minister Takahashi."

Takahashi also smiled and said in a relaxed tone: "Nanako, let's go together. By the way, can you drive because of your injury?"

Nanako Matsushima had an apologetic smile on her face and acted very well-behaved: "I can do it, Minister."

It's approaching midnight, on the east coast of Yokohama, on the inland Showa Island, there is a two-story villa built on the seaside.

On the round table in the restaurant, there is a fine copper hot pot, with red butter boiling in the pot, and the aroma is fragrant.

On the table are hairy tripe, yellow throat, louver, county liver, duck intestine, kidney slices, and blood. In addition to these authentic Sichuan and Chongqing hot pot delicacies, there are also beef and vegetables, as well as rare small crispy meat.

In addition, there were several bottles of Tuojiu wine in clay pots placed on the table. It looked like it must have been aged for at least several decades.

Du Weiguo was stroking the mottled Tujiu pottery pot with his hands, his expression became a little difficult to understand, and his tone was teasing:

"Minister Takahashi is indeed thoughtful, and this Sichuan-Chongqing hot pot meal is indeed authentic. It is estimated that even in China today, it would be difficult to put together such a table of dishes, especially this wine, which has a rich history."

Takahashi Ryota naturally understood what Du Weiguo meant, but he said without hesitation:
"Mr. Wesley, I understand what you mean. These bottles of wine were indeed shipped back to Japan from Gan Province in 44 and were plundered."

Du Weiguo raised his head and glanced at him coldly. Even through the mist, the cold light in his eyes could not be blocked:
"So, Minister Takahashi, are you reminding me to never forget our national humiliation?"

Takahashi Ryota lowered his head and said solemnly:
"No, Mr. Wesley, I admit that we in Japan have committed unforgivable crimes, and this crime is as deep as the sea of ​​hatred, and it cannot be erased by just admitting our mistakes."

Oh, it's a bit unexpected. This guy actually confessed his crime honestly, and his tone was very sincere. Du Weiguo was also a little vague, and he couldn't figure out his way.

Du Weiguo did not speak, but slowly lit a cigarette and waited for the next words. Takahashi Ryota raised his head and spoke in a particularly sincere tone:

"Mr. Wesley, those who commit crimes are naturally unforgivable. However, there are also many people in Japan who are opposed to the war and are uninformed, deceived, and have no choice. They are all innocent."

As soon as he heard this, Du Weiguo immediately frowned and his face was as dark as water. I, Cao Nima, if this guy wants to forcibly clear his name, I will let his blood splatter three feet today.

The atmosphere suddenly became cold, and Takahashi Ryota felt chills all over his body, but he resisted the pressure and said:

"Sir, you once destroyed a secret base in Mount Bonda outside Izumo City and rescued several children. Now, this evil secret base has appeared again in Japan."

"Ok?"

Du Weiguo became interested and his eyes flashed: "So?"

Takahashi Ryota's expression was solemn and he said word by word:

"In Japan alone, hundreds of children have disappeared in less than a year! I would like to ask you, sir, to destroy this man-eating devil's den." (End of Chapter)