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

Chapter 1100 When have you ever suffered such injustice?

Islampur, the northern border of India.

Located 80 kilometers south of Siliguri, it is the nearest town and a must-go place when heading south inland.

At 10 o'clock in the morning, an almost new, blue and white Ford F100 pickup truck slowly stopped at the muddy roadside.

This small town is rotten. Almost all the roads are bumpy dirt roads, and the corners are littered with human and animal excrement. It is so filthy that it is beyond words.

Fortunately, it is cold now. If it were summer, it would be unimaginable.

But this seems to be the characteristic of India, even in later generations, even in the capital New Delhi, or the largest city Mumbai.

They all smell the same, with shit and piss all over the place, and the stench is overwhelming.

Du Weiguo has attracted everyone's attention since he drove this F100 into the city. Although this pickup truck is not well-known, it is the ancestor of the Ford Raptor, which later became popular all over the world.

At present, this car already has the domineering outline of the later Raptor. It is so beautiful that any man will be attracted by it at first sight.

  This pickup truck was, of course, extorted from Siliguri boss Rao.

There are not many decent cars in India today. The streets are filled with donkey carts, horse carts and rickshaws. The few cars are mostly British-made Matador AEC military trucks left over from World War II.

As for the relatively remote border town of Islampur, cars are extremely rare.

A pickup truck as beautiful as this one with such bright colors is almost never seen in the city, so it naturally aroused everyone's curiosity and the covetousness of a few people.

Look, the pickup truck has just stopped and the engine has not been turned off yet.

Two guys wearing chicken-shit-colored uniforms, with their hats tilted and their eyes slanted, and it was unclear whether they were soldiers or policemen, came over in a nonchalant manner.

"??"

One of them was a fat man with dark skin and a thick beard. He knocked hard on the car window with a solid wooden baton. He had a scoundrel expression on his face and uttered a series of Indian words that sounded like bird language.

Of course Du Weiguo didn't understand, but he didn't need to understand. Just by looking at the undisguised greed in the black fat man's eyes, he already understood it fully.

After turning off the engine, Du Weiguo pushed the door and got out of the car. Unusually single and straightforward, he handed the car keys directly to the fat black man.

The reason why he acted so cowardly was because Du Weiguo didn't want to cause any trouble and make too much noise in the city, which would alert the enemy.

He also had to wait and ambush Masar and his group.

If he killed these two bastards in the street, the city would be in an uproar, and that old man Marsal was as cunning as a ghost and would probably be able to smell something.

The city of Islampur is located on the edge of the snow-capped mountains, like the mouth of a gourd.

If they bypassed this small town, the road south would be the flat and densely populated Indian Plain with numerous towns and complex roads.

By then, it would be extremely difficult to find a few people who are good at hiding among the vast crowd.

Right now, the most urgent task is to quickly kill the old silver coin, Marsal. Compared with this, the bear only took away a pickup truck, which was extorted.

Du Weiguo naturally knows what is more important.

However, Du Weiguo still made a mistake and underestimated the greed of the fat black man. His concession did not make the fat black man leave satisfied, but even further stimulated his greed.

The fat black man took the car keys, with a playful smile on his face, squinting his eyes, looking Du Weiguo up and down, and then asked something in Indian.

"?"

Du Weiguo spread his hands: "English please."

"~~"

Hearing English, a fierce light suddenly flashed in the black fat man's eyes. He shouted something loudly, then became more aggressive and wanted to hit Du Weiguo's chest with the baton in his hand.

His companion was a skinny guy, who was even more shifty. When he heard the fat black man's shouting, he pulled out a hemp rope that was already patinated and shiny black from his waist.

It's easy to figure out with your heels that these are the local handcuffs, and the skinny guy wants to use this damn thing to tie up Du Weiguo.

"Fuck you, I really gave you face!"

  Du Weiguo was furious. Damn it! Since leaving the country, when has the dignified God of Death ever suffered such injustice?

He wanted to turn hostile and kill these two ignorant little idiots on the spot, but after changing his mind, Du Weiguo forced himself to hold back.

The next moment, Du Weiguo was hit several times on the chest with a baton, his hands were twisted behind his back, and his wrists and arms were tied tightly by the skinny man.

I have to say, this guy is very skilled at tying people up, and he is quick, skillful and strong.

When Du Weiguo was tied up, there were hundreds of onlookers standing densely on both sides of the street, but looking at their expressions, there was not even a trace of surprise, as if they were already used to it.

Their eyes were dull, filled with numbness and gloating.

Ten minutes later, in the west of the city, there was a place that looked like a police station and also like a military camp.

Du Weiguo was pushed into a place that looked like a prison by the fat black man very roughly, and all his belongings were taken away from him.

All the items he had with him, including several US dollar bills, a watch, cigarettes, a lighter, a belt, and even his tweed coat, were taken away.

Du Weiguo finally got his revenge today and his eyes were opened.

  The police here act with impunity, even more brutal than the damn gangsters, it's simply lawless!

But he was unusually not angry. He entered the classroom on purpose. Since he had to wait and see, he had to find a suitable place to hide temporarily.

Du Weiguo was unfamiliar with the place and couldn't speak the language. The key point was that his skin color and appearance were more conspicuous than the white people in India. He stood out from the crowd and it was impossible for him to blend in with the crowd.

Although the environment in the cell is a bit poor, it is really an excellent hiding place.

No matter how hard Marsal tried to think, he could not have guessed that such a great evil spirit would be imprisoned in such a remote and shabby place.

As for whether or not we will miss out on meeting Marsal and the others, that question does not exist.

When he was brought here just now, Du Weiguo had already observed that the location of this police station was right on the only way out of Islampur.

Moreover, the terrain is quite high, and one can overlook half of the city from a high vantage point. It is a relatively ideal observation point. As for the cell, it cannot block Du Weiguo's perspective.

Entering the classroom, Du Weiguo was a human being for two lifetimes, but this was the first time he had ever seen a young lady riding in a bridal sedan. He looked around with some curiosity.

  (Although Du Weiguo was also detained for a period of time in Sijiu City before, it was not a prison cell.)

Strictly speaking, both detention centers and prisons can be called cells, but there are essential differences between the two.

However, looking at the situation in Islampur, it is estimated that there will be no division, and there may not even be a court or a normal trial process.

The city construction was already in such a state of disrepair that there was naturally nothing to look forward to in the prison environment. But to be honest, it was better than Du Weiguo had imagined.

The cell is rectangular, with an area of ​​about 10 square meters. The walls, floor and roof are all made of cement, with stones in the middle, so it looks quite solid.

It's a prison cell after all, you can't build it with mud bricks.

The room was about 4 meters high, with a rusty iron gate on the east side, a narrow air vent on the west side near the ceiling, and a dirty wooden toilet in the corner. Apart from that, there was nothing else.

At this moment, the cell was empty with only Du Weiguo in it, while the cell opposite was filled with no less than 20 people, packed like sardines in a can.

"Haha~"

Du Weiguo rubbed his chin with a light laugh, and said to himself teasingly:

"Tsk, and I'm still being treated as a single room. Are you treating me like a fat sheep that can be squeezed for money?"

"!?"

At this moment, in the cell opposite, a bearded man with a scar on his face, who looked like a prison bully, lay on the iron bars and shouted at Du Weiguo.

Du Weiguo didn't want to pay attention to him at first, but then he thought there was nothing to do here, so he replied.

"English."

  Soon, a thin middle-aged man with broken glasses was rudely pulled over by the bearded man, who asked in trembling English:

“Young man, Kumar asks you, how did you get in here?”

The man with glasses spoke English quite well and fluently, but it inevitably had a peculiar smell of curry in it, and Du Weiguo almost laughed out loud when he heard it.

"I don't know either. I just entered the city and my car was taken away and I was locked up here."

Upon hearing this, the man with glasses immediately looked at Du Weiguo with an extremely pitying look, and then he translated it to the bearded Kumar in a gibberish. "Hahaha!"

Kumar burst into laughter immediately and stopped after a long while. Then he spoke a long speech to the man with glasses.

"Kumar asked you, where are you from? Why did you come to Islampur? Is your family rich?"

Du Weiguo said nonsense:

“I am a Chinese from Bangladesh and wanted to travel to the Himalayas to see the snow and temples, but I was caught in an avalanche.

Not only did my bag get lost, but I also got separated from my companions and couldn’t go back the same way. I had no choice but to go through Islampur.”

Du Weiguo now understands the true meaning of lying, which is half true and half false, and there is no trace of flaw.

After listening to the translation, Kumar burst into laughter again, and even tears came out. The look in his eyes when he looked at Du Weiguo was as if he was a fool.

"Uh, young man, is your family rich?"

When translating again, the man with glasses stuttered a little, probably because he omitted a lot of insulting names.

"It's OK. I run a small business at home, so I don't have to worry about food and clothing."

After listening to the translation this time, the bearded man Kumar stared at Du Weiguo with eyes full of malice and resentment, and his tone became gloomy.

Even the man with glasses sighed:

"Alas, young man, Kumar said, the security team will squeeze every last drop of money out of you, and then you will become their plaything and eventually rot here."

At this time, Kumar licked his lips and added another sentence. The man with glasses said helplessly and stuttered as he translated:

"When those guys from the security team have had enough fun with you, Kumar will want some too~~"

"Hehehe~"

Of course Du Weiguo understood and laughed out of anger.

Damn it, his trip to India was so strange that not only was he thrown into prison, but his chrysanthemum was even targeted by the prison bully.

But it's normal to think about it. After all, the third brother has always been fierce and even doesn't let go of the big lizard. He is so handsome, so he is naturally a scarce resource in prison.

"Young man, don't be ignorant of your own limitations. Islampur is a dark place with no laws at all.

If your family is capable, ask them to find a way to rescue you, and it would be better to find connections in the military~~"

Perhaps because he felt that Du Weiguo was quite pitiful, or perhaps because he still had a conscience, the man with glasses gave him earnest advice.

But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Kumar with a fierce slap in the face. His glasses flew off and he fell to the ground.

Kumar roared at the man with glasses with foam flying at the mouth, but his voice also stopped abruptly, and then he fell to the ground, covering his crotch and wailing.

His pants should have been brown originally, but because they were too dirty, they turned gray-black. At this moment, there were blood stains on Kumar's crotch, but they were not very obvious.

"Damn it, you talk too much. You even dare to covet my beauty. I'm going to cut off your descendants first."

Du Weiguo calmly flicked his fingers, leaving a trace of cement on them.

Just now, he used his fingernails to pick off a soybean-sized piece of cement from the wall, and then used the finger-snapping method to shoot it into Kumar's crotch, accurately piercing his fish roe lucky bag.

With Du Weiguo's current enormous strength, the cement blocks ejected by his fingers are as fast as bullets and cannot be detected by the naked eye.

The most crucial thing is that cement is loose in material and cannot withstand the huge reaction force the moment it comes into contact with skin and muscles. It will instantly break into pieces, leaving behind barely detectable wounds.

But the destructive power is not low at all, equivalent to that of a shrapnel bomb. At the same time, it is difficult to detect the injuries, and the killing is invisible.

Picking leaves and flying flowers can hurt people, and Du Weiguo can really do it now.

  "What the hell are you guys arguing about? What happened to Kumar?" (Automatic translation)

At this moment, the fat black man came over with two of his companions. Seeing Kumar rolling on the ground, he hit the iron fence with his baton and cursed him angrily.

"No, I don't know. The boss suddenly fell down, and there was blood coming out of his crotch~"

At this moment, Kumar's face turned as red as a cooked shrimp and he couldn't speak at all. One of his younger brothers stood up tremblingly and explained.

The fat black man frowned: "The crotch is bleeding? What's going on?"

The younger brother shook his head: "I don't know, he was fine just now, and suddenly it became like this."

  The skinny guy who had just tied up Du Weiguo was also present. He glanced at Kumar on the ground impatiently and said disapprovingly:

"Kumar is a dirty pig. He plays with men all day long. He must be rotten. Don't worry about him. Captain Sanjay, we should quickly squeeze this pretty boy dry."

The fat black man was called Sanjay, and he was the squad leader of the security team. Upon hearing this, he smiled sinisterly.

Just now, when he handed over the Ford pickup truck, the solid gold Dupont lighter, and the Patek Philippe watch to the captain, the old guy smiled like a chrysanthemum, with only his eyebrows and eyes visible.

Sanjay was of low status and did not dare to take these valuable items for himself, so he had to hand them over.

Otherwise, he would be immediately stripped of his skin and thrown into prison.

Just now, the captain praised Sanjay rarely and promised him that he would be promoted to patrol squadron leader in a few days.

Islampur belongs to the border area. The city implements a military control policy and there are no police. The so-called urban security law enforcement team, to put it bluntly, is just a company on duty in rotation.

This place is actually more terrifying than those lawless places. The soldiers are in control of everything and there is not even the most basic order. The so-called laws are not as useful as paper.

  Seeing Kumar still screaming, Sanjay shouted impatiently:

"Damn it! All of you, quickly shut his mouth and stop disturbing me while I'm working, or I'll starve you to death!"

Then, he led his men to Du Weiguo's cell, stared at him with a teasing look for a while, and then made a gesture to a catfish-mouthed companion behind him.

"Yellow monkey, what's your name?"

This catfish mouth can speak English fluently, and most importantly, it doesn't have a curry smell. It has a typical Oxford accent. It seems that he must have been a slave of the British in his family.

Hearing this name, Du Weiguo was so angry that he was speechless. He looked at these clowns in front of him as if they were dead people.

There was no doubt that these guys were already on the God of Death's Book of Life and Death, but he still resisted the urge to strangle them to death immediately and did not act out.

"My name is Wesley, and I am an English citizen."

The catfish's mouth seemed to have heard the most outrageous joke in the world, and it opened into a strange arc.

"What? Yellow monkey, you said you are British?"

Du Weiguo replied patiently:

"Yes, my passport was inside the coat, and he just threw it away."

While speaking, Du Weiguo pointed at the fat black man Sanjay. He was not lying. His English passport was indeed in the inner pocket of his tweed coat.

This passport was obtained by Reina herself for him two years ago. It is a genuine English passport.

When Sanjay was pointed at, he immediately became upset and asked, “What is this monkey saying?”

Catfish Mouth quickly explained:

“Sanjay, he said he is British and you just threw away his passport.”

Upon hearing this, Sanjay's eyes trembled and his face changed, but he was also quick-witted and immediately shouted:

  "Don't listen to his nonsense. Look at his yellow skin. If he were English, then I would be the King of India!

Damn, this monkey is not honest, Pippen, open the door, hey hey hey, let me teach this pretty boy a lesson! "

  As Sanjay spoke, he pulled out his baton and walked towards the cell with a ferocious look. There was even a lewd smile on his face!

Damn it! I can’t act anymore, so I can only start killing people, Du Weiguo thought to himself, with a fierce light flashing in his eyes.

At this moment, hurried footsteps were heard around the corner, followed by anxious roars.

"Sanjay! Stop it, what are you doing?"

(End of this chapter)