Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

Ulaanbaatar, First Hospital, Special Care Unit.

Yang Caiyu lay quietly on the clean hospital bed. After eating and taking medicine, she fell asleep.

She was sleeping deeply, her breathing was steady, her expression was peaceful, and there was a slight smile on her lips. Maybe she had a good dream, but she hadn't slept so soundly for a long time.

The corridor at the door of the ward was empty. The KGB field teams had been dispersed by Du Weiguo. With him here, who could touch a hair of Yang Caiyu? It's all just decoration.

Of course, these guys didn't leave the hospital. They were all hiding in the stairwell on the next floor, waiting for help.

On the bench not far from the door of the ward, Du Weiguo sat slumped without any image, pinched the bridge of his nose, and his voice was full of weariness:

"Natasha, where are Merlin and the others?"

Natasha was called here by Du Weiguo. Although Sergey was smart and capable, his level was too low after all. There were some things that he simply couldn't handle.

"We just arrived in Tashkent two hours ago. Normally, it will take about 2 hours to reach Ulaanbaatar around midnight."

Du Weiguo then went to Budapest to assassinate Bourne. He did not take the Merlins with him, but let them return to the picturesque Pattaya for a vacation.

However, this rare world of two people came to an abrupt end within a few days, and they received an urgent call from Du Weiguo.

Du Weiguo didn't lie. He didn't trust the KGB at all, neither their loyalty nor their combat effectiveness.

He only trusts his own people! As for the Mei Lin couple, he had found Yang Caiyu's personal bodyguards early in the morning.

Another point is that the reason why he was so anxious to call them over was because Du Weiguo was particularly worried about Yang Caiyu's abnormal behavior.

One thing that is certain is that her brain has undoubtedly been filled with private information, but whether it is conscious guidance or hypnotic control, Du Weiguo is a little unsure.

Sukari is also a master in the spiritual field. Although her ability is slightly inferior to Miss Hu and Night Demon, she should not be underestimated.

Du Weiguo wanted her to come over quickly to confirm Yang Caiyu's condition.

"Whoo~"

He lit a cigarette, exhaled a long breath of smoke, and nodded noncommittally.

Du Weiguo suddenly raised his eyes and stared at Natasha, and asked coldly:

"Natasha, please help me ask Nikonov immediately, what benefits can I get if I kill Mikhail Nikolayevich?"

Although Yang Caiyu's state is a bit abnormal, her words are not unreasonable. Some things must be either not done or must be done.

Instead of looking forward and backward, hitting the young ones to provoke the old ones, it is better to go straight to the yellow dragon and do it in one step. Du Weiguo has already made up his mind to kill the old Mikhail Biden directly.

A big shot who knows shit, let’s see which one is more terrifying: his power, or the knife in my hand that is more powerful!

As for that Mir, he is just a second-generation shrimp. If his father dies, he will definitely die without a burial place in a matter of seconds. There is no need for Du Weiguo to take action!

"what?"

Upon hearing this, even Natasha, who had a strong psychological quality, couldn't help but scream out in surprise, her eyes widening.

"What? Natasha, don't you understand my Chinese?"

Du Weiguo's face was as cold as frost, his eyes were as sharp as knives, and a fierce murderous aura gushed out instantly.

"Uh~ No, no, Wei, Wesley, you have to understand that Mikhail is the First Secretary of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of our Soviet Union, and he is also the Military Commission~~"

Covered by the evil aura, Natasha felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave for an instant. She was frightened and frightened, and she stammered an explanation.

It is true that Du Weiguo was asked to kill Mir and form a mortal enemy with the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and then the conflicts gradually escalated until Mikhail was finally killed. These were the calculations of the KGB and Nikonov.

However, the first step was to kill Mikhail, which was not part of the planned plan. The scale of this mine was so big that even Nikonov could not contain it.

Damn, assassinating the top leaders in the country is equivalent to directly declaring war. According to the current arrogance of Mao Xiong, there is a high probability that he will fight to the death at all costs.

And once it reaches that point of no return, the KGB, which has always been on good terms with Du Weiguo, will inevitably be affected, and even Nikonov may be forced to step down to apologize.

Du Weiguo interrupted her impatiently:

"So what? I don't care who he is? Since he offended me, he must pay a price. No matter how powerful he is, he is not just a pile of bones after death. Can he still jump up and bite me?"

As for your furry bear's revenge, it's even more nonsense. If everyone dies, everything will disappear, and your enemies are all dead. Are you still so unable to control the situation? "

"Uh, uh~"

Natasha was choked speechless by Du Weiguo's almost rogue robbery, her scalp was numb, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.

Du Weiguo ignored her at all, smiled sadly, and continued to talk to himself:

"Oh, isn't it your plan to kill someone with a borrowed knife and let me fight with the Ministry of Internal Affairs? Then I will simply go along with your wishes.

It's too boring to just kill a little shrimp. Why don't you get to the point and let me help you get rid of Mikhail, your close enemy! "

Having said this, Du Weiguo flicked the cigarette butt and suddenly changed the subject:

"However, it is impossible for me to do it for nothing. Nikonov must show enough sincerity."

Natasha opened her mouth and was about to say something when she was interrupted coldly by Du Weiguo waving his hand again:

"Okay, Natasha, don't waste your breath. This matter is too big for you to decide. Go and ask Nikonov for instructions."

Although Du Weiguo has decided to kill Mikhail, the specific method of action still needs long-term planning.

After all, this old guy is also the head of the Mao Xiong Internal Affairs Department, a powerful person.

It is said that this old silver coin stays in Moscow all year round and rarely returns home. He is ascetic and cautious, like an old bastard, and spends most of his time in the Kremlin.

It would be too shocking to assassinate Mikhail directly in the Kremlin. Even Du Weiguo would have to think carefully about it.

The old talk is to hit people without slapping them in the face, and expose people without exposing their shortcomings.

In a central place, assassinating a court official is equivalent to tearing off someone's furry bear's face in a naked and bloody manner, with disastrous consequences.

Even if it was to regain face and maintain the dignity of the superpower, Mao Xiong had to bite the bullet and fight him to the death.

This is not the result Du Weiguo wants, and it is seriously not in his interests.

Therefore, if you want to get rid of Mikhail, it is better to transfer him out of Moscow, or at least leave the Kremlin.

And these, without the help of the KGB, Du Weiguo alone would definitely not be able to realize Nikonov's instructions.

Not to mention the distance, with the face he is wearing now, he does not know Russian, and he is unfamiliar with the place. Without the help and cover of the KGB, it would be difficult to sneak into Moscow secretly.

As for Kai Wushuang being so reckless, uncle, are you stupid?

Today's furry bears are made of really special steel. If this polar bear is completely angered, they will really dare to smash a big pineapple on Du Weiguo's head.

At this moment, the pastoral point near Miaogou in the north of Jining City.

The blizzard that had been raging for several days has completely stopped. Dozens of military trucks were parked on the roadside. Countless soldiers with live ammunition surrounded Mudian for several miles, and the snow was flattened.

At the door of the yurt, Hu Fei stood in the middle. His face was livid and his eyes were quite complicated.

Standing next to Hu Fei were several military officers and several middle-aged scholars wearing glasses. Mr. Tang, whom Du Weiguo rescued on Hong Kong Island, was also among them.

There were two yurts in Mudian. The larger one, along with the corpses of Tang Ahong and Liao Hongze, were burned to ashes by the ultra-high temperature of the incendiary bombs. It was burned so thoroughly that not even bones or dregs were left.

The slightly smaller yurt was actually very well-preserved. The stingers had long since lost their human form. Only the ferocious corpses with their heads intact had now become a pile of deformed ice sculptures, piled at the door.

Even though Hu Fei had seen countless strong winds and waves, he was still sweating from the shock when he saw the poisonous body.

He couldn't even imagine that the human body could show such a weird posture.

In the yurt, there are items that can fully prove the identity of Yang Caiyu and Tang Ahong, such as Yang Caiyu's transfer order, Tang Ahong's gun and military shoulder bag, Liao Hongze's ID, etc.

In addition to these things, there is also a large and heavy iron box in the yurt, in which dozens of professional research materials are neatly stacked. These materials are highly professional and cover a wide range of fields, including machinery, chemical industry, aerospace, biology, agriculture, medical care and many other fields.

These materials are all blocked by Western technology and are stuck. What China needs most urgently at the moment cannot be exchanged for a lot of money.

Because of the preciousness of this box of information, the fast-moving old man was able to override all opinions and personally ordered Hu Fei to fly over directly with experts in various fields.

"Hu, Hu Si, these are all the experimental parameters of the Citi military satellite Explorer 3. With this information, our Dongfanghong can launch at least one year ahead of schedule!"

Mr. Tang held a thick stack of information in his hands like a treasure. His whole body was shaking violently, his face was flushed with excitement, and he could not control himself.

Compared with three years ago, Mr. Tang has lost weight and is much older. He has a skeletal figure and a haggard face. He is only in his forties and has already grown gray hair on his temples.

"Hahaha!"

At this moment, another old man with gray hair and beard was holding a stack of documents like a maniac, crying and laughing, looking up to the sky and shouting:

"This is the production formula for urea, as well as a complete production line design. We will never have to worry about food production and we will never go hungry again!"

Not far away from him, an old man pushed up his glasses frame and clutched a piece of information in his hand. He suppressed his excitement and said in a trembling voice:

"I don't fully understand this document, but I can confirm that it is the core chip design of a giant machine (supercomputer)."

"Oh my God! This is the design of the matrix radar!"

"Precision bearings!"

"Medium-range missile!"

"Sonic fighter!"

Hearing these experts roaring out amazing news one after another, although Hu Fei was not engaged in scientific research, as a veteran of the secret front, he also knew what these information meant.

Every piece of it is what China needs most right now, and any piece of it is a priceless treasure, worthy of countless people throwing their heads, blood, and succession.

In fact, Hu Fei still underestimated the value of this box of information. Let's put it this way, this box of information can save China at least 10 years of detours.

Especially in the field of high-tech scientific research, it can save 20 years of hard work, or even longer. These top-secret information were collected by Du Weiguo from the secret base of Yinni and Bourne's manor.

Hu Fei's eyes were moist, and his big hands hidden in the pockets of his cotton-padded coat were clenched tightly, with veins popping out.

He held a folded white paper in his hand, but it was not top-secret information. On the white paper, there was only a line of large characters with flying dragons and phoenixes.

The kindness and righteousness are cut off, so we can do it for ourselves. From now on, we will forget each other!

This piece of origami paper was nailed to the iron box by a evil shuttle before, so it was naturally written by Du Weiguo.

Hu Fei is a mature man and has a sophisticated understanding of the world, so he naturally understood Du Weiguo's meaning instantly.

I have treated you with all my kindness and righteousness. From now on, bridges will be bridges and roads will be roads. No matter who it is, if you dare to provoke him again, don't blame him for falling out. Sijiu City is no longer his forbidden area.

Hu Fei knew in his heart that Yang Caiyu must not be dead, otherwise Du Weiguo would not be able to leave so calmly, and he would definitely cause an uproar.

Because there must be a spy on his side, otherwise, Yang Caiyu's whereabouts would not be so accurately and detailedly grasped by the killer.

It was Du Weiguo who secretly reminded him to clean up his family as soon as possible.

"Ah~"

Hu Fei sighed deeply. A peerless artifact like Du Weiguo, which could clearly become the main city of the country and the pillar of Optimus, was forced to leave.

He might even be forced to stand on the opposite side. How could he not sigh and feel heartbroken.

"Hu Si, are these things left behind by the head?"

This time Hu Fei came over and brought the reorganized Special Fifth Division and the Hell Team. Most of the core team were Du Weiguo's old subordinates.

However, because it involves high confidentiality and the scale of the matter, the only person who is qualified to come forward is Lei Qianjun, the acting director.

In fact, with Lei Qianjun's qualifications, he could have been transferred to a full-time position long ago, but he refused to do so. His original words were:

"In particular, the fifth branch will always have only one director, Du Weiguo, and the Yama team will always have only one leader, and that is Du Yama!"

Lei Qianjun's eyes were red and his voice was hoarse. He also knew that Yang Caiyu was definitely fine. He should have been taken away by Du Weiguo, but Tang Ahong was most likely gone.

No matter how powerful Du Weiguo was, he couldn't take away two people at the same time in such a harsh environment without borrowing any means of transportation.

And he had been getting along with Tang Ahong for a long time. He had already regarded this silly girl as his own sister, and they had a deep relationship with her.

Hu Fei didn't speak, but nodded slowly. Lei Qianjun's expression instantly showed a hint of relief, and then he glanced at the stinger corpse that had been covered by the canvas, and said in a stern tone:

"Hu Si, the culprit, this bastard killer has been taken care of. Those beasts outside who dare to leak their itinerary will inevitably be hunted down.

But the nail on our side has to save face for the sake of old friendship, so we can’t do without it. Hu Si, I volunteered to take over this task. "

Lei Qianjun also looked at the origami left by Du Weiguo. His tone was furious, and he was obviously trying his best to suppress his anger.

Hu Fei's face alternated between blue and red, and he pondered for a long time before speaking:

"No, this case involves him. According to the principle, you must avoid suspicion."

Lei Qianjun was anxious, his eyes were slightly red:

"To avoid suspicion, to avoid suspicion? Hu Si, this case couldn't be simpler. Isn't it possible to exchange this box of top-secret information~~"

"Shut up!"

The veins on Hu Fei's neck stood out, and he let out a low roar from his throat, interrupting the name Lei Qianjun was about to blurt out.

Lei Qianjun was now angry and angry. He wanted to talk again. Hu Fei stretched out his hand to press his bulging temples and scolded in a deep voice:

"Lei Qianjun, if you think about it carefully, why didn't even such a lawless person like him take action directly in Sijiu City?"

Lei Qianjun was stunned. His level was too low and his political sensitivity was not enough. He really didn't expect this level.

"Well, balance cannot be broken. This is the bottom line."

Hu Fei's tone was deep and he said something very cryptic.

At this moment, Moscow, the Kremlin.

Nikonov sat behind his desk, frowning, in a daze, the cigarette butt in his hand almost burned to the butt, still unconscious.

After receiving Natasha's urgent message and seeing the question raised by Du Weiguo, he was also confused.

Du Weiguo's courage was so great that he could swallow heaven and earth, which was far beyond his imagination. He decided to kill Mikhail without hesitation.

This old guy has been against him for decades. If he could be easily killed, with Nikonov's ruthlessness, he would have killed him a hundred and eighty times.

Mikhail's ability to sit in a high position today must be closely intertwined with the interests of all aspects. As the saying goes, one hair can affect the whole body.

Besides, having the KGB and the Ministry of Internal Affairs hate each other is more in line with the interests of some big bosses, so a delicate balance is always maintained.

Again, balance cannot be broken!

Besides, if Nikonov dared to deal with Mikhail in such a crude and simple way as assassination, others would naturally retaliate in the same way, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

The big guys in the court are assassinating each other all day long, so isn’t that going to be chaos? (End of chapter)