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

Chapter 1026 Rain is coming from all directions, storms are gathering

How to leave Wanwan with two big living people?

This is a new question facing Du Weiguo.

Early the next morning, in the quiet Changguan Temple, Du Weiguo, who was having breakfast in the dining hall, suddenly heard two pieces of news on the radio.

First, starting from this morning, the entire island of Wanwan will be under martial law, and the time for the lifting of the lockdown is uncertain.

The martial law is very strong this time. No one is allowed to go into the sea. Even trains, buses, and civil airports are all closed. The official reason given is the Laoshizi joint military exercise.

Second, Wu Dongyuan is wanted throughout the island, with a reward of up to NT$3000 million, regardless of life or death.

Obviously, this must be the handiwork of the CIA. Because the ghost hand suddenly disappeared and no one could be found alive or dead, they were furious.

Closing the island is by no means a big deal.

Although the finished carving made by ghost hands has not yet appeared in the world, it has not been verified by the market. It is not even known whether there is a finished product.

However, just the few pieces of semi-finished products seized were enough to attract Citi's attention.

Besides, the power of counterfeit banknotes is so terrifying that it is almost as powerful as a big pineapple, or even more so. This thing can completely destroy a country from its roots.

Once it enters the circulation field, if the quality is rough, it will look fake at first glance. But if the workmanship is excellent and the fake can be mistaken for the real thing, it will be a devastating end.

The credibility of the currency is ruined, and the next step is the irreversible collapse of the entire country's metal system. In an instant, the country is no longer a country!

This is not alarmist talk. You must know that this is the Cold War era, the international situation is dangerous and treacherous, and the two superpowers are confronting each other crazily in various fields.

If the U.S. dollar suddenly collapses, Mao Xiong will never take such a God-given opportunity. Adding insult to injury is the most basic operation. It is not impossible for the army to press the situation and start an all-out war.

"To the north, military exercises are nothing! These petty officials will mess around all day long, kneeling and licking Citi's toes, taking advantage of the opportunity to make money! And this old dog, why is he worth a 3000 million reward?"

When he heard the broadcast, Wu Chang was so angry that the veins in his neck popped out. He threw his chopsticks angrily and cursed loudly.

Until now, he had not realized that the serious situation of sealing off the island was caused by the evil hands in front of him, like a sly dog.

What he cares more about is that this little old man whom he extremely despises has not only surpassed his most wanted criminal, but also has a reward as high as 3000 million, which is three times his own.

This gap made Wu Chang's whole body almost burst.

At this moment, Gui Shou was huddled in the corner of the dining table, sipping the porridge with great effort.

His injuries have been simply treated. They are all skin injuries and are definitely not fatal. However, his face and mouth are extremely swollen, like a pig's head. Now he can only barely eat liquid food.

The moment he heard that he was wanted, he froze suddenly, and then quickly raised his head, trying to steal a glance at Du Weiguo, but unexpectedly, his eyes met.

Du Weiguo's expression did not change obviously. He just put down his chopsticks, lit a cigarette slowly, and asked with interest:

"Such a big battle, Lao Wu, do those idiots from the CIA know that you have the engraving of the finished product?"

"No, no, sir, they certainly don't."

Guishou's expression turned stern, he broke out in cold sweat, his head shook like a rattle, and he vehemently denied it.

Perhaps because he was worried that Du Weiguo would not believe him, Guishou continued to explain Bai Ya carefully:

"The CIA found me mainly to fish out and eliminate Kim Jong-hoon's group in North Korea. If they knew that I had the finished engraving in my hands, they would have killed me early."

It was reasonable and reasonable. Du Weiguo nodded noncommittally, and then teased in a teasing tone:

"Well, what you said makes sense. So, Lao Wu, the purpose of their sealing off the island this time is to kill you, the moving carving."

Upon hearing this, Gui's hands suddenly felt like they were hit by thunder, and his whole body went numb.

Du Weiguo was absolutely right when he said that when the birds are gone, a good bow is hidden. Now that Jin Zhongxun has been killed, there is no need to keep him as the bait.

The most important thing is that regardless of whether he has the finished carving in his hands or not, as long as he is alive, with his craftsmanship, he will be able to make it sooner or later.

Therefore, killing him directly is a good way to get rid of him once and for all.

As for letting him imitate engravings from other countries, this option does not exist for Citigroup.

Because Citi itself is a financial worm, and the U.S. dollar is the most widely circulated currency in the world. No matter which country's currency suddenly has a large number of counterfeit currency, it will easily affect Citi's interests indirectly.

And imitating the ruble would be a direct blow to the mortal enemy, the polar bear. This behavior is tantamount to declaring war directly, and Citibank dare not do that!

Guishou's mind is really bright, and he figured out the key points almost instantly.

Now, the CIA is determined to kill him, and a dragnet must have been set up outside. It will be difficult to escape.

And after looking through the entire Bay Island, the only one who could protect him was the young man who kept secrets in front of him.

"Pfft!"

Guishou's legs went weak and he knelt down directly in front of Du Weiguo:

"Old, boss, I don't want any more money. I'll give you the engraving with both hands. From now on, I will be your lackey, no matter how you drive me, please save my life."

Seeing his performance, Du Weiguo couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

No one is a fool, and the old guy Gui Shou's brain is really fast. He can decide which is more important, life or money.

It is estimated that his expression of being desperate for money before was probably staged to delay time while waiting for the CIA's rescue.

Now it was shocking to find out that the CIA actually wanted to kill him. With no other choice, he decisively turned to Du Weiguo's side.

Chickens don't pee, they all have their own way, and this is the way for little people to survive.

Du Weiguo looked at him with a half-smile but not a smile: "Lao Wu, so, is the finished engraving really hidden in Longjingshan Cemetery?"

"Hehe~"

A guilty look flashed in Guishou's eyes, and he shook his head with a smile: "Boss, I, I was just trying to save my life before. You, sir, have a lot~"

It was obvious that this cunning old man did not tell the truth even when death was imminent.

"I'm sorry for you!"

Wu Chang was furious and jumped up to beat him, but Du Weiguo held him down:

"Forget it, impermanence, people's hearts are sinister, and everyone is running around in the world. In order to save their lives, it is understandable that Lao Wu should be careful."

As soon as he heard this, Guishou almost shed tears, and he immediately introduced Du Weiguo as his confidant, and he died young! Is it easy for me, a skilled technician, to deal with you guys all day long?

At the same time, the entire third floor of the Taichung Police Headquarters was requisitioned and became the CIA's temporary command center.

A detailed map of the entire bay island was posted on the wall of the conference room, with almost all the choke points marked in various colors.

"Alice, I have already said that no ships are allowed to leave their posts. Are you menopausal or do you have chicken feathers stuffed in your ears?

Don't you understand what any vessel means? No matter which country or company the ship is from, it is not allowed to leave the dock even half a step! "

"Pete, why hasn't a checkpoint been set up at Miaoli County Railway Station? Are all the police here dead?

I'll only give you half an hour to coordinate. If it's not done by then, you can go over there and stand guard! "

"Donald, this bastard, hasn't come back from the survey site yet? Madfak, it's not building a house. Does he want to come back after Valentine's Day?"

"Xiu, why are you looking at me stupidly? Did I ask you to find out the information about the recently lost vehicles? Did you get any results?"

Jones's face was dark, and he stood in front of the map with his arms akimbo, roaring like a tyrant. All his men were silent, and no one dared to jump out of the explosion.

This is Jones' working style. It may seem rough and arrogant, but in fact, every command can hit the mark promptly and accurately.

He is like a cunning and insidious spider, constantly checking for deficiencies and filling them in, carefully weaving an airtight web.

"Bang~"

At this moment, the office door was pushed open, and a short, fat Donald ran in hurriedly, carrying a briefcase and sweating profusely.

Jones' eyes suddenly lit up and he asked anxiously:

"Donald, you bastard is finally back. How's it going? Did you find out? How did that guy take Ghost Hand away?"

Donald's eyes flickered, his expression was extremely solemn, and he lowered his voice and said:

"Boss, the situation is a bit special. You'd better go to the office and listen."

"Huh? Let's go!"

Jones was stunned for a moment, then his expression became serious. Without saying a word, he pulled Donald and walked towards the director's office next door. This place was also requisitioned and became Jones' temporary office. It was so overbearing.

"Donald, what's going on? What did you find?"

After closing the door, Jones asked in a deep voice. They had been cooperating for a long time, and he knew very well that Donald's seriousness would never be without purpose.

Donald adjusted his glasses frame, swallowed, and tremblingly took out a stack of photos from his briefcase and handed them to Jones.

"Jones, would you like to take a look at these live photos first?"

Jones frowned, took the photo in confusion, and browsed through it quickly.

There are no portraits in these photos. They are photos of partial details of buildings such as beams and eaves. The common feature is that each photo has traces left after being pierced or pulled by a sharp instrument.

"Jones, these photos were just found on the top floor of the ship repair yard. The remaining photos were found on Hong Kong Island. This is Tokyo~~"

Donald pointed to these photos and explained. When he came to the final summary, his voice suddenly trembled:

"Jones, these places have been visited by the Evil God before, and these traces were all left by his exclusive hook lock."

Upon hearing this, Jones' eyes suddenly opened wide, and he subconsciously wanted to shout out, but his throat seemed to be strangled tightly by invisible hands.

"Shen God, Donald, do you mean to say that the bastard Guishou was taken away by the evil god?"

After a few seconds, Jones barely regained his speech ability, but his voice was already hoarse. Donald nodded first, and then shook his head.

His tone was a little hesitant:

"Jones, to be honest, I, I'm not very sure. I just compared the past photos in the database, and I haven't seen the traces left by previous hooks with my own eyes. I can only say that they are very similar, uh, extremely similar. "

Jones' face was solemn, and even his breathing became heavy. He was silent for a few seconds before speaking, and his tone was extremely serious:

"Donald, are you sure that the ghost hand was taken away silently above our heads through a hook?"

Donald nodded with a very firm tone:

"Well, I'm pretty sure about this, but so far, I've only found two landing points, and the straight-line movement distance each time was more than 50 meters."

At this point, he added with a shudder:

"Jones, this is definitely not something ordinary humans can do, so I doubt it~~"

Before Jones could finish speaking, he turned around and walked out in a hurry. Donald shouted at his back with a confused look on his face:

"Hey Jones, where are you going?"

Jones said without looking back:

"I want to report this situation to the headquarters immediately. If he is really responsible for this, then the situation is too serious. It will be a red alert at the very least. It is not something that I, a little shrimp, can make the decision."

4 hours later, it was almost noon.

At the Citi Naval Base in Subic Bay, two frigates or two troop carriers left the port and came north along the South China Sea.

As well as the Okinawa base, 2 destroyers and 4 troop carriers also set sail at the same time, cutting through the waves and quickly approaching the port of Keelung.

Almost at the same time, the Citi garrison at the Yuanshan Flower Expo Base also came out in full force and quickly moved towards the Taichung area.

Several well-known local top bosses from Bay Island also hurriedly boarded military planes and left the island as soon as possible.

In addition, the CIA's special services in Manila, Tokyo, Seoul, Busan, and Phnom Penh all took action and mobilized their elites to gather on the island.

Also following them were the KGB, the Special High School, the National Intelligence Service, the Special High School, the General Reconnaissance Bureau, etc.

For a moment, the world was shaken, rain fell from all directions on the small South China Sea island, and storms gathered.

At this moment, Du Weiguo, who was still living in Changguan Temple, didn't know that he had been exposed, and because of him, the outside world had already been turned upside down.

Regarding the current situation, he was not anxious at all. He was neither in a hurry to get the engraving in his hands, nor in a hurry to leave.

The key point was that he knew very well that he couldn't leave now even if he wanted to.

He was deeply touched by his previous experience on Ryukyu Island. He was free to leave if he wanted to, but it would be extremely difficult to take people away, let alone people, even if they wanted to take away a cat.

Therefore, since he can't leave, he simply doesn't leave. The CIA can't find him anyway. This temple has a quiet environment and pleasant scenery, so it's just a vacation.

"Mr. Wesley, are we staying here? How about I go out and find out what's going on?"

After lunch, Wu Chang quietly approached Du Weiguo and asked in a low voice.

At this moment, Du Weiguo was half-lying on a wicker chair, holding a cigarette in his mouth, bathing in the afternoon sunshine with his eyes closed and meditating.

Hearing Wu Chang's suggestion, he didn't even raise his eyelids and replied lazily:

"It's not necessary. If we just stay in the temple for a few days, the situation outside will naturally stop. Closing the island will not last long."

On this point, Du Weiguo did not say nonsense, but had basis.

This island seems to be rich, but in fact it has many mountains and little land. It cannot be self-sufficient at all. The self-sufficiency rate in food is even less than 30%, and the self-sufficiency rate in meat is about 20%.

Not only that, the economy of this place also relies heavily on import and export foreign trade. It is okay to close the island for a few days, but as time goes by, the market will definitely collapse, and no one will be able to withstand it.

"Sir, the food in the temple is too bland. I'm worried that you won't be able to eat it."

Wu Chang rubbed his hands nervously, his tone seemed hesitant. Du Weiguo finally opened his eyes and raised his brows slightly:

"What? There's not enough food."

"Uh, yes, yes, sir, I'm very sorry. I didn't think carefully enough before."

Wu Chang's face turned red and he lowered his head in shame.

This Changguan Temple is located deep in the mountains and is usually inaccessible. There are only three old monks in total. The youngest one is almost 3 years old this year.

Because life was too harsh, all the monks who couldn't bear it had already run away. The remaining few were all true practitioners. They lived a simple life with few desires. They only ate two meals a day, and they were all gruel.

They also opened an open space outside the temple, where they usually grow vegetables and the like, and occasionally go down the mountain to exchange for rice, flour, oil and salt, so there is no food stored at all.

Suddenly three people came, two of them were pot-bellied men with extremely terrible appetites. Naturally, the limited food in the temple was exhausted in an instant.

"It's not your fault! On the contrary, we disturbed the masters' cultivation."

Du Weiguo straightened up, stretched his waist, patted Wuchang on the shoulder, and pursed his lips in the direction of the ghost hand:

"I don't blame you. Like this, Wu Chang, you watch him here while I go down the mountain and get some supplies back."

“Sir, it’s me~~”

Just as Wu Chang was about to argue, Du Weiguo's big hand holding his shoulder exerted a slight force, interrupted him and said softly:

"Impermanence, if it's just to deal with the military and police on the Bay Island, you'll be fine. But now that the CIA is leading the island closure, it's safer for me to go."

"Uh~"

Upon hearing this, Wu Chang immediately had nothing to say. Indeed, who dares to doubt the power of the evil god?

"Okay, I'll be right back."

Du Weiguo took a few steps forward, then suddenly stopped:

"By the way, Impermanence, please pay attention to the movements outside the temple. If someone comes to search the mountain when I leave.

Just go into the mountain with your ghost hand and continue eastwards deeper into Alishan. I will find you. If necessary, you can do your own thing. "

The Bay Island is mountainous and forested. From south to north, about two-thirds of the entire eastern region is covered by vast jungle.

The location of Chang Guan Temple is right on the edge of the jungle. Further east, there is the endless green ocean.

Trying to find two people among them is like looking for a needle in a haystack. However, this is not the point of Du Weiguo's words.

The point is to do your own thing.

Upon hearing this, Wu Chang and Gui Shou's eyes trembled almost at the same time. They were both old Jianghu, and naturally they understood the meaning of doing things on their own in an instant.

That is when necessary, he can kill the ghost hand and escape for his own life.

(End of this chapter)