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

Chapter 1046 Codename Sturgeon

Norwegian Sea, Hardangerfjord, Sotra Island.

This is the land of the purest and most traditional Scandinavians, the home of the Vikings, and the legendary barbaric land.

The Vikings, who had been wreaking havoc for centuries, were first called barbarians from the fjords. It was from here that they set sail.

But now, this place has long since declined and is no longer as lively and glorious as it once was. Fiel, the only city on the island that can be called a city, only has a few thousand people.

Fier is a small town sandwiched between glaciers. At this moment, it is winter, the north wind is howling, and it is extremely cold. There is not even a soul on the street.

As evening approached, the sky had turned dark early, and a figure wearing a long black cloak slowly moved toward the town.

His walking posture was extremely weird, as if he was floating off the ground without even touching the ground. Combined with the dark cloak, he looked like the legendary messenger from hell.

A moment later, the figure stopped at the door of the Gray Whale Bar, the only bar and hotel in the town, opened the door and walked in.

"Whoo~"

The biting cold wind immediately swept into the bar along the crack in the door. The room, which was not warm to begin with, suddenly became as cold as an ice cellar.

The scattered drinkers inside suddenly shrank their necks subconsciously, cursed, and turned to look at the door.

"Mad, damn it, close the door now."

During this season, there are basically no tourists on the island. All those who come here to drink are basically familiar faces from the local area. Everyone is a little stunned when they suddenly see strangers.

The Vikings have not been a hospitable and friendly people since ancient times. They are not only very territorial but also xenophobic.

A bearded drinker put down his glass heavily, squinted his eyes, and asked in a rough voice:

"Hey, who are you? How did you get to the island this season?"

The owner of the cloak ignored the looks of all the drinkers and the bearded questions, and walked straight to the bar.

He stretched out his hand and slapped something like a coin in front of the bar owner, making a crisp sound.

"Da~"

Following his actions, several drinkers in the bar suddenly stared blankly and fell unconscious on the table.

"Gray Whale, give me a glass of Aguavit."

The owner of the bar is called Gray Whale. He is a strong man nearly 2 meters tall with a thick beard tied into two pigtails on his chest.

It was freezing cold, but he only wore a leather vest and bare arms, revealing large totem tattoos. If he wore a horned helmet, he would look like a Viking berserker.

Gray Whale glanced at the coin pressed under the cloaked man's finger. It was an ancient gold coin with exquisite patterns. The rich sense of history almost came to his face, and his pupils shrank violently in an instant.

"Feng Mo, how dare you show up in front of me?"

Gray Whale forced himself to look away, his voice buzzing and his tone cold.

"Ha~"

The man in the cloak chuckled and took off his hood, revealing short gray hair and a pair of narrow, sinister dark brown eyes. He was clearly the Pope of the Illuminati Sect, Massar.

There was a hint of melancholy and nostalgia in his tone:

"I'm really old. I haven't heard anyone call me Feng Mo for many years."

The gray whale sneered, his tone full of unspeakable sarcasm:

"Ha, of course, you are now the Supreme Pope, so naturally you will not use such a vulgar nickname again."

Marsal was not angry and replied with a smile:

"Gray Whale, do you envy me? If you are willing, you can come to the Guangming Sect as a law enforcement elder at any time. Your status will never be lower than mine."

Gray Whale sneered at this statement and rejected it coldly:

"I'm not interested, Marsal. Stop talking nonsense. You suddenly came to me with this crap. What do you mean?"

As he said this, Gray Whale kept glancing at the gold coin on the bar, intentionally or unintentionally.

Marsal curled his lips, tapped the gold coin with his finger, and then pushed it toward the gray whale, his tone full of temptation:

"Two thousand years ago, the Persian Empire, known as the King of the Gods, Xerxes I personally cast 2000 gold coins of glory. At that time, only 9 coins were made. This is the only one that still exists in the world."

As soon as he heard this, the gray whale's throat couldn't help but tremble. He stared at the gold coins, his greedy possessiveness clearly written on his face, and he couldn't hide it no matter what.

It seems that all capable people have weird hobbies, and Gray Whale's hobby is to collect and cherish rare ancient coins.

Moreover, this guy's addiction is so addictive that it is almost pathological and incurable.

More than ten years ago, Gray Whale almost risked his life in order to compete for an ancient Roman gold coin from Oris that recorded the history of Caesar's assassination.

Later, although a dog was lucky enough to die, his close friend who shared life and death died in the conflict at that time.

After learning from the experience, Gray Whale decided to get rid of this damn habit and returned to his hometown where there was little information and no shit. He stayed in the bar all day long and simply stayed out of sight.

Now, the gray whale has been aroused by Marsal again, and his abnormal desire is like a volcanic eruption, which is stronger than before.

At this moment, Gray Whale's heart seemed to be crawling with millions of ants at the same time. He suppressed the desire to take the gold coins for himself immediately and asked in a dumb voice:

"Tell me, Feng Mo, what the hell do you want me to do?"

Marsar smiled proudly: "Please help me deal with someone."

Although he was itching unbearably, Gray Whale still retained his reason: "Who?"

Masar was quite frank. He did not hide anything and told the truth directly: "The evil spirit."

"Hahaha~"

The gray whale laughed loudly, the greed and enthusiasm in his eyes quickly receded, and became cold again, with a joking tone:

"Feng Mo, take your gold coins and get out of here. I do like ancient coins, but compared with my own life, I will still choose them."

Du Weiguo's reputation as the evil god has long spread throughout the dark world. It turns out that he has no achievements in Europe and is still a bit unknown.

However, since he killed two Masonic leaders in a row, he suddenly became a thunderous one, and everyone knew about it.

Although the Gray Whale is dormant in the sterile place of Feyer, there are still news channels in the dark world. At least he knows about Du Weiguo's invincible appearance.

After hearing what he said, Marsar's expression remained calm, as if he had expected it. He slowly took out another gold coin from his arms, put it between his fingers and gently dropped it.

"Oh, really? What if we add this Oris gold coin that almost killed you?"

"hu~hu~"

Seeing this gold coin, the gray whale's eyes instantly turned red, and his breathing became heavy, like a bellows.

"Gray Whale, I also know that he is very difficult to deal with, so in addition to you, I have to find other helpers to make sure everything is safe before I take action."

"Also, who else?"

Gray Whale's excited voice was a little distorted. Marsar suddenly turned his palm and put the Oris gold coin away again, with a joking tone:

"Secret, this ancient Persian coin is a deposit, Gray Whale, wait for my news."

Before he finished speaking, Marsal had already slipped out of the door like a ghost, leaving only the ancient Persian gold coin on the bar, and several drinkers covered their heads and woke up.

"Mad, why does my head hurt so much? Olaf, did you put alcohol in the wine?"

Olaf is the name of the gray whale. The grumpy bearded man covered the back of his head and asked angrily. The gray whale clutched the gold coin tightly, with a dark face, and replied dully:

"Fart! If you like to drink, get out if you don't!"

Japanese, safe house, from time to time, faint wailing sounds can be heard in the basement, just like howling ghosts.

Apparently, the interrogation of Okamoto Yu is still going on, but judging from the noise, he is almost dead.

In the bedroom on the second floor, Du Weiguo was sending a telegram to Natasha. After all, things in Lugano had to be explained.

In addition, the group of guys who attacked the villa, who were obviously a cult, must find their way out as soon as possible, and it is also necessary to eradicate them immediately.

Similar to Reina's reaction, when Natasha received the news from Du Weiguo, she almost responded instantly, and she also brought some extremely exciting news.

"On the 15th of next month, the "ship" will be launched."

The "ship" Natasha refers to is naturally the small nuclear-powered submarine privately customized by Du Weiguo from the Mao Xiong Gang.

Moreover, since Du Weiguo and Nikonov met in Baghdad, this submarine can also freely carry and optionally equip Mao Xiong's weapons.

"Send someone to pick it up immediately and select weapons." Natasha answered happily: "Okay, Severodvinsk Shipyard, do you have any other instructions?"

Her typical subordinate attitude made Du Weiguo feel very comfortable. It seemed that after the desert trip, Natasha had regained her position.

But Du Weiguo was not polite: "Lu, peripheral, Yang."

What he meant was to arrange manpower in Lugano City to protect Yang Caiyu from the outside. Not only did Natasha understand, but she also responded very quickly and ably:

"Implemented, 6A, 3, 24."

Du Weiguo immediately understood what she meant. Six groups of special service teams from Unit A were divided into three squads to protect her 6 hours a day and night.

According to the normal establishment of the KGB A unit, a standard tactical team has 12 people, and 6 teams are a total of 72 people.

According to the sophisticated equipment and strong combat power of Troop A, as well as Merlin and Sukari, even if they encounter the battle where the wolf dog self-destructed last time, they will definitely be able to survive without any danger.

Du Weiguo was very satisfied with this arrangement, but instead of being polite to Natasha, he went straight to the point:

"The mastermind behind the scenes?"

Natasha was also very straightforward: "The Illuminati Cult."

"Huh? Illuminati Cult?"

When he translated this string of messages, Du Weiguo frowned, slightly surprised, and couldn't help but repeat it softly.

The Illuminati was unheard of. He had heard of the Illuminati, but it had not appeared yet. It seemed that it was born out of the Freemasons in later generations, a smaller, more compact, and more extreme elite organization.

Forget it, love so-and-so, I haven’t even heard of it, and I guess it’s not a flashy existence, so just use some effort and just uproot it.

After suppressing his chaotic thoughts and making up his mind, Du Weiguo asked loudly:

"The location of the lair?"

This time, Natasha took a while to reply, and the content of her reply was also worth pondering:

"It's moving around, and I can't be sure."

Seeing this answer, Du Weiguo's face looked ugly as if he had eaten cake. He was sure that to this day, Natasha would never dare to find any excuse to shirk the question.

Therefore, this laoshizi Guangming Sect's home base must really be mobile in nature. There is also a possibility that the leader of this cult is wandering around all day long, with no fixed residence.

In other words, even the almost omniscient and omnipresent KGB can't find this guy. Du Weiguo's attempt to find him on his own is simply a fantasy.

This situation is a bit fucked up. The enemy is in the dark and I am in the light. It is like hiding a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity in a dark corner that is out of sight, causing people to thorn in the back.

Du Weiguo's stall is now bigger, and there are naturally more points where he can be attacked, making it a bit difficult to defend against.

Besides, if you can only be a thief for a thousand days, how can you prevent a thief for a thousand days? Seeing his silence, Natasha quickly took the initiative to add:

"The investigation is ongoing and there are preliminary clues."

After a long time, Du Weiguo replied with only one word: "Okay."

On the other end of the radio, Natasha took a deep breath after receiving the reply. After doing enough mental preparation, she quickly sent out a series of codes:

"On the 25th of next month, the sturgeon will go to Kazan."

"Ok?"

Du Weiguo's brows suddenly raised. You know, this Sturgeon is the code name of Mikhail, the top leader of the Mao Xiong Ministry of Internal Affairs.

And Natasha sent this message, which contained a huge amount of information.

First, this cunning and life-saving old bastard is finally willing to leave Moscow. The Kremlin is now home, and the time is ripe for assassination.

Secondly, Nikonov finally made a decision and wanted to use Du Weiguo's sharp blade to defeat this old opponent who had been fighting with him for half his life.

Third, the top management of Mao Xiong must have undergone huge changes recently. Otherwise, Mikhail would not have left Moscow, and Nikonov would not have decided to take action.

For them, the court bosses, assassination is a very extreme and inferior method, and they should be avoided as much as possible.

Otherwise, the balance will be disturbed.

So, what happened that made an old fox like Nikonov suddenly put all his money on the line?

Du Weiguo frowned and recalled.

"Tsk~ In 1968, it seems that in a short time, the "Prague Spring" incident will occur, and the "madhouse" of the tyrant Bretonev will also be fully opened."

After a while, Du Weiguo smacked his lips and smiled. Thanks to a certain chance in his previous life, his modern history was barely acceptable, and he really thought of it.

Since August this year, Brevnev, who has already secured his throne, has begun to show off a series of magical maneuvers.

It was this great wise man who single-handedly destroyed the extremely powerful Mao Xiong in his 18-year reign.

I won’t go into details. Anyway, soon, this guy will follow the example of Mao Xiong’s previous great leaders and start purging counter-revolutionaries and purges in a “lunatic asylum” way.

As for this kind of dirty work, as the top leader of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Mikhail must be the vanguard of the starting lineup. It is no wonder that his old rival Nikonov panicked.

"exist?"

Seeing that he remained silent, Natasha asked tentatively. Du Weiguo pondered for a while and then replied:

"Tokyo, negotiable."

The matter was so serious that we really couldn't talk about it in the message. Natasha replied instantly: "Okay, the day after tomorrow, Yokohama warehouse."

The Yokohama Warehouse is a KGB safe house in Tokyo, and Du Weiguo, who has the highest authority, also knows the location.

After putting away the radio, Du Weiguo just walked downstairs with a cigarette in his mouth when he saw Shota Masa Shiina coming up from the basement covered in blood.

At this moment, he fell into a state similar to that of a demon. His eyes were red and his body was trembling slightly, as if every pore was exuding a violent aura.

Seeing Du Weiguo, Xiang Tai barely regained his clarity, but his voice was hoarse:

"Sir, yes, I'm sorry, I couldn't hold it back and killed him."

"Oh? Killed?"

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo was not angry but happy. He didn't expect that Xiangtai was progressing very quickly, and he dared to kill people so quickly.

"Yes Yes."

Shota lowered his head. He didn't know whether it was because of anger, shame, or fear, but his body was shaking violently.

Du Weiguo patted his shoulder with a smile, handed him a cigarette, and lit it for him himself, with a very relaxed tone:

"It's okay, he's just a bastard. Just kill him."

"Whoo~"

Shota trembled and took a few puffs of cigarette. He exhaled a long breath of smoke. He felt better and his body was not shaking so badly.

He nodded gratefully towards Du Weiguo: "Thank you, thank you sir."

Du Weiguo also lit a cigarette, sat down on the sofa, and pointed to the opposite side:

"Thank you for what? Come, Shota, sit down and tell me, what exactly did you ask? It makes you so angry that you dare to kill someone."

Upon hearing this, Shota suddenly lost his composure. He gritted his teeth and said:

"Sir, they are not human beings, they are all beasts, and they all deserve to die~"

Through Shiina Shouta's somewhat discontinuous description due to his excessive excitement, Du Weiguo roughly sorted out the truth of the matter.

As he estimated, the SJ Pharmaceutical Company has a biological laboratory on Ruozhou Island. It is a research institute of the pharmaceutical company on the surface, but in fact it is a magical cave dedicated to researching life-extending medicine for Mitsui Kamin.

In 65, Mitsui Kame suffered from a serious illness and almost died. However, this old coffin boy did not deserve to die and managed to survive.

However, since he recovered from a serious illness, this laboratory came into being and has been conducting experiments on living people and embryos in an attempt to find ways to extend life.

In three years, countless women and children died in this devil's cave.

Okamoto's level was too low and his knowledge was limited. He did not know the specific number of victims. However, he was the specific executor of Uenohara's accident.

It was no accident. He had personally bribed the truck driver. At that time, it hit an empty bus parked on the edge of a cliff.

As for all the passengers in the car, they had been moved away long ago. The women and children were sent to the Wakasu Island Laboratory. The school janitor and driver, Okamoto didn't know either.

However, if you think about it with your heel, you can guess their ending, they must be silenced.