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

Chapter 1062: Everything is for profit.

A moment later, there was a secluded and desolate seafood warehouse on the outskirts of Osaka.

In the yard, more than a dozen lawless gangsters who looked fierce just now were lying on the ground silently. They were all stunned. They were beaten to death by Du Weiguo's bare hands.

Du Weiguo walked up to the only survivor, Yataro Tohei, with a calm expression, squatted down slowly, wiped the blood stains on his hands on his clothes, and poked the wound on his chest.

The tone was joking: "What? Does it hurt?"

"Please, please, Mr. Rukawa, please, please let it go~Pfft~"

Yataro Toheira was now frightened. His arrogance was gone, and he begged for mercy with piteous eyes.

He boasts that he has seen the world, but has he ever seen such a terrifying killing efficiency?

More than a dozen strong men, all of whom had seen blood, were all carrying weapons in their hands. In less than a minute, they were all beaten to death by Du Weiguo's bare hands.

It's like chopping vegetables and melons, and killing people is like mowing grass.

When Yataro Tohei spoke, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. He looked so miserable.

He was kicked in the chest by Du Weiguo just now, breaking at least a few ribs. This was the result of deliberately restraining the force, otherwise, he could have been kicked directly through his chest.

Looking at Yataro Tohei who seemed to have a broken back and looked like a mangy dog ​​in front of him, Du Weiguo slowly lit a cigarette and sneered:

"Haha, Mr. Yataro Tohei, weren't you very crazy just now? Did you say that you wanted me to experience Japan's traditional etiquette?"

Yataro Toheira was used to being pampered and could not endure hardship at all. At this moment, he was in pain and fear. He endured the severe pain, turned over and knelt in front of Du Weiguo, and begged with tears streaming down his face:

"Yes, I'm sorry, Mr. Rukawa, I, I was wrong. I really have genuine Seto-yaki from the Kamakura period. I can give it to you. Please don't kill me."

"Hiss~" a harsh sound of tearing cloth sounded.

Du Weiguo suddenly stretched out his hand, and his fingers were like sharp claws, tearing apart several layers of Yataro Tohei's clothes, revealing a body of thin skin and white flesh.

On the spine of his back, there is a palm-sized black triple diamond tattoo, which is the crest of the Iwasaki family.

Du Weiguo threw the torn clothes on the ground and said in a teasing tone:

"Tsk, tsk, you still have a tattoo? It's quite scary. What, a gangster?"

In the dead of winter, the cold wind blew on his body, like a knife cutting him. Yataro Toheira's voice trembled violently:

"No, no, Mr. Rukawa, I, I am a servant of the Iwasaki family, yes, I am a member of the Iwasaki family. For the sake of the Iwasaki family, please let me go."

Thinking of his strong backing, Tohei Yataro seemed to have a backbone instantly, his eyes became less panicked, and even his voice couldn't help but become louder.

Seeing that he admitted it without asking, Du Weiguo couldn't help but smile secretly in his heart:

"Oh? The Iwasaki family, the Tosa-Iwasaki family, the owners behind the Mitsubishi Corporation?"

Yataro Tohei nodded quickly, and couldn't help showing a proud and proud look in his eyes: "Yes, yes, it's the Tosa Iwasaki family~"

"Snapped!"

A loud slap in the face directly interrupted his pretentiousness.

Du Weiguo yelled and cursed:

"Are you really trying to scare me? The Iwasaki family is nothing. So, Yataro Tohei, it was the Iwasaki family who ordered you to do this kind of business of ruthless and evil people?"

Hearing this question, his whole body was on the verge of collapse, no matter the cold and pain. Yataro Toheira still instinctively denied it:

"No, no, these things were all done by myself and have nothing to do with the Iwasaki family. I was too greedy. Mr. Rukawa, I, I was wrong. Please, give me a chance."

Damn, Du Weiguo sighed in his heart. Although this nation was evil in his childhood, the enslavement education in Japan was definitely a success.

This can be seen from Yataro Tohei's subconscious loyalty and defense of the Iwasaki family.

Du Weiguo sneered and exhaled the smoke:

"Tch~ Yataro Toheira, are you a liar? It's obviously not the first time I see you acting so familiar. Without the Iwasaki family's endorsement, how dare you be so blatant?"

Having said this, Du Weiguo paused for a moment, his eyes were sad, and he reached out and patted Yataro Toheira's pale, bloodless cheek.

At this moment, his lips were blue, his eyes were straight, and his whole body was shaking like chaff. It was obvious that he was on the verge of his physical limit.

"Yataro Tohei, you have broken 4 bones and suffered hidden injuries to your abdominal organs. The current outdoor temperature is about minus 15 degrees.

Depending on your physique, it is estimated that if you can persist for another 3 to 4 minutes, you will definitely die. Therefore, I advise you not to try to challenge my patience again. "

Du Weiguo's voice was very soft and his tone was very normal, as if he was stating an insignificant matter, but when he heard it in Yataro Tohei's ears, it was like the whisper of a devil.

"Baga, you, who are you and what do you want to do?"

Yataro Tohei's tone suddenly became fierce.

He is an old man. Although his physical fitness is not good, he is delicate and expensive, and he is not good at fighting, his mind is not slow at all.

Hearing Du Weiguo's question, he immediately figured out that the murderous young man in front of him didn't want to buy some antique porcelain at all.

This guy is clearly deliberately targeting the Iwasaki family behind him, or his master, Iwasaki Seihei.

No matter what the specific goal is, there is a high probability that I will not survive today anyway. Instead of doing this, it is better to be brave, have fun, and die with dignity.

In this case, the Iwasaki family should be able to avenge themselves out of their loyalty and, most importantly, treat their family members well.

Otherwise, destroying his whole family is the most basic operation.

This is the difference between a wealthy family and a gangster. Even a servant at the lowest level has far more knowledge and vision than a reckless man like Yamazumi.

"Very well, Tohei Yataro, your loyalty has successfully earned my respect. I hope you can maintain it for a while longer."

Du Weiguo flicked the cigarette butt, gave him a thumbs up, then stood up, grabbed his neck, picked him up like a chicken, and walked towards the warehouse.

A moment later, a piercing scream sounded in the warehouse, like the wail of a ghost, which made people's hair stand on end.

A few minutes later, Du Weiguo walked out of the warehouse with a cigarette in his pocket and a cigarette in his mouth, and said contemptuously:

"Tch, just these two moments, are you saying you're pretending to be a tough guy?"

As the old saying goes, under three trees, what can you ask for? Anyway, so far, Du Weiguo has not met a ruthless person who can withstand torture.

After just a few tricks, and even before serious tricks were used, Tohei Yataro completely collapsed and confessed all the secrets.

Bullshit loyalty can't withstand a sharp stab in the nerve plexus. If it doesn't work, then stab it again.

Exhaling the smoke, Du Weiguo got into the cab of the Toyota sedan driven by Yataro Tohei and drove away elegantly.

From Yataro Toheira's words, Du Weiguo had roughly figured out the whole story.

The powerful and wealthy Iwasaki family naturally disdained such petty and low-life activities. These things were all personal actions of Iwasaki Seihei.

The current head of the Iwasaki family is called Iwasaki Ryuji (apocryphal). He is not young anymore. He is 73 years old this year.

However, unlike Ding Xiluo, a member of Mitsui Ueki's lineage, the old guy Iwasaki Ryuuji has extremely strong male hormone secretion, and he can have many children and grandchildren.

He has 9 legitimate sons and 7 daughters. His sons are no less generous, and there are as many as 26 legitimate grandchildren.

If you add in the grandchildren and granddaughters, the number of grandchildren in Iwasaki Ryuuji's lineage alone would exceed a hundred, enough to form a company.

If you include the descendants of other foreign families, they can probably make up enough for a camp.

In view of this, although the Iwasaki family has a great business and is rich in wealth and wealth, it cannot resist the wolves and the lack of meat. In the end, the resources allocated to each grandson are also very limited.

Iwasaki Seihei is the 6rd eldest child in a 3-bedroom house, the 13th eldest grandson, and the 29th eldest son in the family. He is neither above nor below, neither outstanding nor mediocre.

However, he is still a legitimate grandson, so he was assigned some high-quality resources, such as studying abroad at Citigroup for gold plating.

This guy had a dissolute nature. When he was studying at the University of Illinois, he once skipped class and went to a bar in the red light district to have a wild life. As a result, he had a conflict with a black man and was blinded in one eye during the conflict.

While hospitalized, due to pain and depression, Iwasaki naturally became addicted to drugs. After he was forced to return to Japan after graduation, his status plummeted. A rich family has no family ties. Because he has become a useless person, Iwasaki Chenghei can no longer be taken seriously.

Not even a decent property was allocated, and he became a marginalized member of the Iwasaki family, and his status was even lower than that of some relatively outstanding concubines.

What's even worse is that at this time, his drug addiction has already penetrated deep into his bones, and the monthly monthly payment from the Iwasaki family is far from enough to meet his needs.

There are always more methods than difficulties, and people are often forced out.

His father, Seihei Iwasaki, was the sixth son of the Iwasaki family. He had mediocre qualifications and an average brain, so he was not assigned to the Mitsubishi Consortium, which was at the core of its interests, and chose to enter politics.

Currently serving as the head of the Osaka Metropolitan Police Department Headquarters, he has real power and is properly managed.

It was also because of this opportunity that Iwasaki Seihei asked Yataro Tohei to be his white glove and recruited a group of vicious gangsters from all over the place to do some sideline business and make some crooked money.

His subordinates are not just the two gangs of the lumber factory and the seafood warehouse, there are more than a dozen gangs in the entire Osaka area, doing all kinds of bad things and making money crazily.

As for Tohei Yataro, his ancestors were all sons of the Iwasaki family and have served him for generations. He has lived in Iwasaki Tohei's home since he was a child.

Du Weiguo now knew where Iwasaki Tohei lived, but he did not rush there immediately.

Iwasaki Seihei was just an inconspicuous little shrimp in the huge Iwasaki family. Even his father, the chief of the Osaka Metropolitan Police Department, was not a big shot.

Du Weiguo is not a just and awe-inspiring moral defender, nor is he a lonely and enthusiastic citizen who acts bravely when he sees justice.

The reason why he was so concerned, and investigated the matter in such detail, and was ready to attack the Iwasaki family, was just to gain profits.

Yes, everything is for profit.

It is meaningless to only deal with the good-for-nothing father and son Iwasaki Seihei. Apart from making powerful enemies, it cannot shake the foundation of the Iwasaki family.

If you want to deal with the Iwasaki family, you need to take a long-term approach.

Near noon, Du Weiguo parked his car casually on the side of the road, but he already appeared in a vacant villa with a small courtyard on the seaside more than ten kilometers away.

This villa was the temporary residence that Du Weiguo chose on the road just now.

Judging from the dust accumulation in the house, no one has lived here for at least a month. There is no heating in the room. It is extremely cold, but the water, electricity and gas are all running.

I took out a cooking pot in the kitchen, washed it briefly, and boiled half of the pot of water. I would cook a few packs of instant noodles, add some beef, and it would be a delicious meal.

After doing this, Du Weiguo lit a cigarette, sat down on the sofa in the living room, took out the radio from the space, and contacted Natasha.

Calculating the time, she should have arrived in Japan, but I don't know if she has arrived in Tokyo now.

"Location?"

The message had just been sent, and Natasha responded within seconds.

"Fukushima, stomachache."

"Ok?"

Du Weiguo hummed, his brows furrowed. Stomach pain was the KGB's special code word, which meant that Natasha was in trouble, and it was quite a big trouble.

It's just one step away from the highest level of headache, which indicates that life will be in danger at any time.

After thinking for a while, Du Weiguo quickly replied:

"help?"

Natasha immediately sent him an address:

"Fukushima, Jingshan, Morita Wood Processing Factory."

Waiting for Du Weiguo to recover, she sent another number: "36."

After translating this set of mathematics, Du Weiguo rubbed the stubble on his chin helplessly, feeling a little irritable.

The troubles are really endless, and there is no time to spare.

The meaning of 36 means that under the most extreme situation, Natasha can only last for 36 hours. With such urgency, what kind of god has she met again?

Citi CIA? Japanese Ministry of Internal Affairs? Could it be someone with abilities?

Slowly exhaling the smoke, she silently searched for the space mark of Fukushima in her memory. Then she raised her hand and looked at her watch. Du Weiguo also gave her a mathematical reply:

"12."

Du Weiguo meant that he could arrive in 12 hours, and Natasha obviously understood.

"received, thank you."

After putting away the radio, the pot in the kitchen happened to be boiling, and while Du Weiguo was cooking noodles and adding meat, he muttered to himself in confusion:

"Damn, you have to look at the owner to beat a dog. You know I'm in Japan, but you still dare to touch my people? Who is so fierce?"

The 13th KGB branch under Natasha's command has become a department dedicated to serving Du Weiguo since his secret talks with Nikonov.

So, in a sense, he is indeed his lackey.

Du Weiguo had just destroyed Qingye Mountain, killed the head of the Mitsui family, and looted the Mitsui family's old house.

Ordinary people naturally know nothing about this news, but it certainly cannot be hidden from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, nor from the CIA, nor from other well-informed intelligence agencies of various countries.

Therefore, if Japan or Citigroup's intelligence department discovers Natasha, there is a high probability that they will pretend to be deaf and mute, and then secretly follow and monitor her, or exert pressure through diplomatic and political means.

In any case, there would be no stupid direct conflict and a sword-to-sword confrontation. After all, Du Weiguo, the humanoid nuclear bomb, was nearby, and he was always famous for being a calf protector.

As for the Freemasonry and the Mitsui family, they are currently in a state of confusion and have too much time to take care of themselves. They must have no time to provoke the KGB.

"Damn it, who is Natasha being targeted by? I really can't figure it out. Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. Anyway, I'll find out in a moment."

The noodles were already cooked, and Du Weiguo didn't even think of Ziwu Maoyou. He simply gave up without wasting his brain cells and started to concentrate on chewing the noodles.

As for rushing and time constraints, they don’t exist.

Du Weiguo had previously passed by the city of Fukushima when he was entrusted by Ryota Takahashi to go to Mutsu Tin for business, and even stopped briefly for a meal. Now he can reach it with just a thought.

This is the horror of teleportation. Wherever your mind reaches, you can teleport there.

At this moment, the northern slope of Jingshan Mountain is covered with white snow.

Natasha, Ivan, and two other KGB agents, a group of four, were taking a rest in a small wood leeward.

Their condition at the moment was a bit bad, their faces were pale and they were sweating profusely, mainly because there was a hint of pretentiousness in their expressions.

Natasha put away a man's book without a cover, handed the radio to Ivan, rolled up the paper on which the telegram was copied, took out a lighter and lit it.

Until the paper scroll was completely reduced to ashes, Ivan, who was already impatient, asked quickly:

"Director, what did Mr. Wesley reply? Will he come to rescue us?"

Ivan also spoke Chinese. Perhaps he was too anxious and he was a bit arrogant.

He used the word rescue, not rescue or support. This shows that the situation they are facing is indeed critical, which makes him a little confused.

Natasha was wearing a professional gray-white ski and mountaineering suit at the moment. She pulled off the scarf that blocked her mouth. She didn't speak immediately, but took out her cigarette case and took out a cigarette.

She was obviously on the way to escape from the pursuers, and time was urgent and there was no need to delay, but her expression at the moment was inexplicably relaxed, and she was even in the mood to smoke.

The expressions of the two second-hand agents became a little unnatural. Ivan was also confused, but he still took out the lighter with a wink and helped her light the cigarette.

"Whoo~"

Natasha exhaled smoke for a long time, glanced at the dense forest and snowfield in the direction she was coming from, and then said in a faint tone:

"Within 12 hours, Wesley will arrive at the Morita Wood Processing Plant to join us."