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

Late at night, Taiwan's first-line highway is the famous Zongtong Road.

In the pitch-black night, a black Mercedes-Benz 190 luxury car was driving smoothly on the road from north to south.

Du Weiguo has now become very good at stealing cars, and his appetite has also developed. He has begun to pick and choose, looking for luxury and famous cars.

"Ahem~" The co-pilot's Wu Chang woke up due to the smell of smoke.

The moment he regained consciousness, he did not move or open his eyes immediately. Instead, he silently sensed his surroundings and his physical condition at the moment.

In the car, the co-pilot was traveling at about 100 miles. He was not injured, his body was not restrained, and he was not injected with anesthetics. The other person should not have any malicious intentions.

Although Wu Chang is a bit reckless, he is still a qualified professional killer with excellent professional qualities.

After quickly identifying the current situation and drawing a preliminary conclusion, he opened his eyes, covered his aching chin, and glanced fearfully at Du Weiguo who was driving.

Wu Chang's parents were both from the north, so he was born with a hot temper and was orphaned when he was very young.

Hanging around on the streets all day long, struggling to survive, Wu Chang always adheres to the creed of not beeping if you can do it.

In the dark alley just now, in a few words, Wu Chang was angered and moved his hands without saying a word.

The result was self-evident. He didn't even see Du Weiguo's movements clearly before he was knocked unconscious by a fierce uppercut.

"You, who are you?"

Wu Chang's voice was hoarse because his jaw had just been dislocated, he was still holding his beard a little, and his eyes were full of fear.

He has extraordinary talents, has also undergone extremely cruel professional training, and has been a killer for several years. He has strong combat power and rich fighting experience.

Then, with just one move, he was knocked unconscious by Du Weiguo, without any backhand power.

It can be seen from this that the handsome young man of similar age to him in front of him is really scary. He cannot be an ordinary person, but a complete master.

Du Weiguo exhaled smoke out of the window without looking at him at all, and answered the question in a nonchalant tone:

"Impermanence, are you a professional killer, a lone wolf, or do you have an organization behind you?"

"Uh~"

Wu Chang was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously touched his hand on the back of his waist. The pistol was gone. His eyes subconsciously glanced around, and he replied hesitantly:

"Lone, lone wolf."

Du Weiguo still didn't look at him, but just reached out and handed him the cigarette case and lighter:

"Okay, stop messing around. I'm too lazy to knock you out again. Are you really a lone wolf? Then where were you trained?"

Du Weiguo's eyes are very vicious now, and you can easily tell just by looking at him that his skills are not that of a martial artist.

After being called out, Wu Chang's expression became stern. He took the fireworks in a daze, remained silent for a while, then lit a cigarette as if he was appointed, and then replied in a hoarse voice:

"What a lone wolf. I trained at the Yuanshan Flower Expo Base for several years, but was fired for injuring the instructor. I also spent several years in a hard labor camp. After I was released from prison, I became a gunman."

"Oh? Yuanshan Flower Expo base, the venue for Citizen People?"

Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows and asked with interest. The reason why he knew this place was because Mo Lan also stayed here for several years when he was a child.

Wu Chang exhaled the smoke, as if he was caught in some memory, his eyes were wandering, and his voice was muffled, a little melancholy:

"Yes."

It seems that this guy also has an unbearable past, which is most likely related to women. Du Weiguo smiled and asked again:

"Impermanence, you have committed such a big crime and are now wanted with a reward on your head. Why don't you leave here?"

Wuchang shook his head helplessly and said two words firmly: "No money."

Hearing such an abrupt answer, Du Weiguo was also a little surprised: "No money? Aren't you a professional killer? Where is your commission?"

Upon hearing this, Wuchang Poker's face showed a rare look of embarrassment. His tone was depressed and he hesitated:

“I, all the money I saved before was defrauded.

Another unexpected answer, Du Weiguo asked in surprise:

"How did you get cheated?"

Wu Chang held it in for a long time, his face turned red, and then he asked angrily:

"The room ticket was said to be able to appreciate significantly, but it turned out to be a pile of waste paper. The man behind the scenes was that old bastard Chen Zhengguang."

"Hahaha~"

Du Weiguo couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud with gloating. This Chen Zhengguang was the government official whom he killed on the street. It seemed that he was seeking revenge on his own initiative, not out of employment.

Damn, it turns out that the real estate pig-killing plate was already born in this era?

But you are a killer who licks blood with his blade, so what can you do? Why do you want to get involved with this Mi Tai thing that eats people without spitting out their bones? Isn't this asking for trouble?

Seeing Du Weiguo laughing so heartlessly, Wu Chang suddenly turned pale. According to his violent temper, if he hadn't really been unable to beat him, he would have taken action long ago.

After laughing for a long time, Du Weiguo reluctantly suppressed his smile and teased:

"Wuchang, by the way, you are also very skilled and have a gun in your hand. Isn't it easy to make some money?"

Du Weiguo told the truth. Wu Chang's skills were naturally not worth mentioning in his eyes, but among ordinary people, they were undoubtedly the best.

His marksmanship is still unclear. Just looking at his boxing and kicking skills, although he is not as good as Mo Lan and Su Li, he is not inferior to Tang Li and Mao Aiyi. He is definitely a rare master.

With his methods, whether it's robbery, kidnapping, or housebreaking, it's definitely not difficult to make some money anyway.

Hearing this question, Wu Chang seemed to have been greatly insulted. He immediately became furious, pulled his neck and roared:

"Thieves have their ways. I am a killer. It is natural for me to accept money and sell my life. I am not a robber, let alone a dirty thief!"

"Ha~"

Du Weiguo was amused again and glanced at him meaningfully. He could not believe that this fool was still a classicist and adhered to professional conservatism.

After mocking again and again, Wu Chang was on the verge of breaking out, his eyes were slightly red. He suppressed his anger, gritted his molar teeth and asked:

"You've asked me so many questions, so who are you?"

Du Weiguo flicked the cigarette butt away, turned to look at him, and said in a faint tone:

"My name is Wesley, from Hong Kong Island."

"Wesley, Hong Kong Island~"

After hearing Du Weiguo's self-announcement, Wuchang repeated it blankly and stayed thoughtfully for a few seconds.

Then his face suddenly changed, and he became excited as if he had been burned by fire. His cigarette butts were frightened, and his eyes almost burst out of his eyes in shock:

"You, you, you are the evil god!"

Du Weiguo didn't need to answer at all, he murmured to himself half crazy:

"That's right, that's right, you are the evil god, that's why you are so powerful. Beibei, you are actually the evil god!"

Because he was so excited, Wu Chang couldn't help but even cursed.

He had no doubts about Du Weiguo's identity. On the one hand, it was because of Du Weiguo's superb skills. On the other hand, who dared to pretend to be the evil god?

Du Weiguo wasn't angry at all, he just rolled his eyes at him like he was looking at a fool:

"You know me?"

"Nonsense, no, no, of course I know, Lord Evil, you are the founder of our assassin business! I, no, I usually worship you when I start work."

Wu Chang was so excited that he was a little incoherent, but Du Weiguo keenly heard the key points of this sentence, even he was confused.

He hit the brakes, parked the car on the side of the road, pointed at himself, frowned and asked:

"What the hell, Grandmaster? Do you want to worship me?"

Wu Chang nodded and replied matter-of-factly:

"Yes, it's you, Lord Evil. You are the founder of our industry, and not only the killers, there are many soldiers who are also worshiping you."

Perhaps because he was afraid that Du Weiguo wouldn't believe it, Wu Chang even pulled up his sleeves, revealing the tattoo on his arm.

It was a totem-like armband, woven with long black shuttles. It was quite exquisite. It was just a basic long shuttle, but it was clearly Du Weiguo's signature weapon, the evil shuttle.

"Fuck me!"

Du Weiguo suddenly felt as if he had been hit by thunder, and his whole body went numb.

Damn, the assassin's ancestor is clearly Cao GUI, and the short mule's ancestor is even more scary. The mighty martial arts sage Guan Erye actually unintentionally stole the incense of these two great gods.

The point is that I am only in my 20s today, and my body is still immortal. It is estimated that I will not have a problem living for another hundred and eighty years. Now is the time when dragons and tigers are so powerful that they are worshiped as dead people all day long. Thinking about it makes him shudder. Besides, he doesn't want to bear this bad reputation.

Turning his head to see Wu Chang's face full of admiration and staring at him with scorching eyes, Du Weiguo suddenly became angry with embarrassment:

"I'm not a master. I'm not even as old as you. You should get rid of this silly tattoo right away. You're not allowed to worship me again in the future!"

Wu Chang had an unconvinced look on his face and retorted seriously:

"God of Evil, your skills are astonishing, killing people is like mowing grass. What does your age have to do with it? Besides, you killed the devil Su'at and gave it to all the Chinese people in the world~~"

Du Weiguo's eyes were sharp: "Ma De, shut up, if you keep talking nonsense, I will kill you!"

After a while, the car started and was back on the road.

Du Weiguo's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and his whole body was exuding low pressure as cold as a knife, and the atmosphere in the car dropped to freezing point.

"Well, that evil god, oh no, Mr. Wesley, there is a fork in the road ahead. Where are we going?"

Wu Chang asked tremblingly while driving the car, and Du Weiguo replied coldly:

"Taichung, Changhua County, do you know the way?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Chang's face suddenly showed uncontrollable excitement, and his voice trembled:

"I know, I know, Mr. Wesley, are you going to Changhua for business this time? I have lived there for a while and am very familiar with it. Do you need me to help you?"

"Padding" is a jargon term, which means stepping on the plate. It probably means preliminary investigation, finding out the bottom, and stepping on the points. Du Weiguo's face suddenly turned darker:

"Push the chicken feathers? Why don't you give me a break?"

Wu Chang's face turned red, his lips pursed and he hesitated to speak. Du Weiguo gave him a sharp look and scolded him angrily:

"I'm not going to Changhua this time to kill people. I'm just walking around and doing some personal things."

Impermanence's eyes were rolling around, with an expression that said I understand all the rules and you don't need to say more:

"Okay, okay, I understand. The Dharma is not taught to the ears. Mr. Wesley, I am really familiar with Changhua. What do you need me to do? Just give me your orders."

"hu~hu~"

Du Weiguo took several deep breaths, and then he barely suppressed the urge to reach out and strangle him to death, and said in a rough voice:

"Stop talking nonsense and drive honestly."

Wu Chang, who can be called the most ruthless gangster in the Bay Island, is acting extremely cowardly at this moment, like a docile kitten:

"Okay, okay, sir, I promise, it will be fast and steady."

2 hours later, in the early morning, Lugang, Changhua.

Not too far from the dock, there is a repair shop that was converted from a shipyard. It occupies a large area, but it is pitch black and dead at the moment.

"Mr. Wesley, is this where you want to conduct your personal business?"

Looking at the ship repair yard in front of him like a monster, crawling in the darkness, Wu Chang winked mischievously.

He thought to himself, what kind of private affairs can be done in this inhospitable place? It's most likely where the ideas are hiding.

It is said that a big shot like the Evil God has rarely taken action recently. Who will he be the target of this time?

Anyway, no matter who it is, he must be an earth-shattering big shot! Ma De, I am lucky enough to be able to work side by side with the Evil God. This life is considered worthwhile.

Life in this world is nothing more than fame and fortune, and as a killer, being able to work with the ancestors is considered to be the best.

Thinking of this, Wu Chang was so excited that his whole body began to tremble slightly. Du Weiguo was too lazy to pay attention to this idiot who had an intracranial orgasm, and only glanced at the shipyard coldly.

"You park the car in a dark place, turn off the engine and wait. I'll go down and take a look."

Wu Chang came to his senses instantly and asked in a very stupid way: "Oh, ah? Mr. Wesley, don't you need me to come with you?"

Du Weiguo ignored him at all and got out of the car. In the night, his figure only flashed a few times before disappearing.

Wu Chang was dazzled and murmured softly:

"As expected of the evil god, he is as awesome as a dragon and unpredictable! Come on, it's not a bad job to do some work. Anyway, we all work side by side."

The back door of this shipyard is close to the sea, and there is a wide dock. The front yard is a ship repair workshop. The door is closed at the moment and it is pitch dark.

The main body of the workshop is a three-story slab building, with a large basement below, which is the smoke-making workshop.

It's a bit inappropriate to call it a workshop. It's just a simple small workshop at most.

There are only a few silk-making machines and a dozen manual wrapping machines. There are many unpasted cigarette boxes piled in the corner, with various brands available.

"With just this shabby little workshop, we can imitate President Kunpeng, and the taste is not bad. This guy named Gui Shou does have some real abilities."

Du Weiguo squatted on the roof like a night owl, withdrew his gaze, rubbed his chin, and whispered to himself.

From Brother Hu, Du Weiguo had already found out quite clearly that the person who made counterfeit cigarettes was a guy nicknamed Ghost Hand.

He is a master counterfeiter here on the Bay Island. He can make everything from cigarettes, wine, passports, antiques, watches, seals, and even counterfeit banknotes.

This guy is only interested in profit, and he will do whatever it takes to make money. President Kunpeng has been gaining momentum recently, so he naturally didn't let him go.

Of course, Du Weiguo came all the way here not to destroy this counterfeiting den. There was no need for him to take action for this little thing.

If counterfeit cigarettes really become large-scale and have seriously affected the sales and reputation of genuine products, Zhao Yingnan will naturally take action.

She is now powerful and wealthy, and has a lot of talents at her disposal, including black and white, as well as high-end combat capabilities.

To put it bluntly, Guishou is just a gangster who can be destroyed with just a few hands.

The reason why Du Weiguo rushed over was because he was interested in Guishou's skills. He was very skilled in this craft. It was too wasteful to just make a fool's errand and earn some black money.

If it is used properly, especially if it is operated on a large scale with the power and financial resources Du Weiguo now has, it will be a hugely profitable business.

Du Weiguo searched the shipyard again. Except for a few workers on duty who slept like dogs, Guishou himself was definitely not there.

Just as he sneaked into the duty room, intending to take away a worker for interrogation, at this moment, the phone on the table suddenly rang.

A worker reluctantly turned over and sat up, walked over sleepily and answered the phone, his tone mixed with a strong feeling of getting out of bed:

"You're dead! Who is it? It's midnight~ah~boss, oh, oh, okay!"

After hanging up the phone, the guy quickly woke up several of his companions and shouted anxiously, "Hurry up, the boss is back."

A moment later, several disheveled night watchmen ran towards the courtyard gate in a panic.

At this moment, Du Weiguo had already flashed to the commanding heights of the ship repair yard, the roof of the third floor, looking towards the courtyard gate with burning eyes.

After a while, several workers opened the door, and several cars slowly drove in, and then drove directly into the ship repair workshop.

A large group of capable men got out of the car. They all had cold faces and bulging bags on their waists. They all obviously had their belongings with them.

However, they belonged to different camps. They were clearly divided into two groups separated by a few cars, and there was a vague atmosphere of preparedness for confrontation.

The two men who looked like the leaders left the team and went straight to the manager's office on the third floor.

One of these two people was a short, thin, middle-aged man with a mustache. His eyes were very distinctive, and they were shining brightly between his eyes.

The other one is a strong man with a square face, single eyelids, and high cheekbones. He is holding a heavy travel bag in his hand. There are strong traces of military experience in his walking movements. He must have been a soldier.

In the manager's office, as soon as the door closed, the strong man impatiently put his travel bag on the table and went straight to the topic:

"Guishou, I've brought the balance, 200 million, every penny is a lot. Here's what I want."

He speaks English with some accent, and this short and thin middle-aged man is the master of counterfeiting.

Guishou just slightly glanced at the travel bag on the table, sat down on the chair, slowly stroked his rat whiskers, and said in a teasing tone:

"Haha, 300 million, you just want to take away this piece of super Engraving? I said, is the price too cheap?" (End of Chapter)