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

Chapter 1101 Able to be smart

The owner of the voice was a typical Indian white man, obviously an Aryan, the so-called high caste.

Judging from his appearance, he is about 35 years old, tall and strong, with neat clothes. He is considered handsome in India.

But at this moment, his face was full of panic, like a mouse being chased by a cat.

"Captain, why did you come here in person? Do you have any instructions?"

When he saw this man, the usually arrogant black fat man Sanjay immediately put on a fawning and ingratiating look.

The man who came was the captain of the Islampur City Public Security Enforcement Brigade, Luan Mukherjee. He glared at Sanjay fiercely and interrupted him impatiently.

"Damn it, stop talking nonsense and let the gentleman out immediately!"

  Luan pointed to the cell where Du Weiguo was. Upon hearing this, Sanjay was stunned for a moment:

"Huh? W-what sir?"

"Snapped!"

Luan suddenly rushed over, raised his hand and slapped Sanjay fiercely, roaring angrily:

"Damn it! Sanjay, you pig, are you tired of living like this? How dare you question my orders!"

"No, no, Captain, I, of course I don't dare~"

Luan used all his strength in this slap, and half of Sanjay's face turned red. He was stunned by the slap and stammered in his defense.

"Then what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and let my distinguished guest out! Right now, right now!"

At this moment, Captain Luan kicked Sanjay's fat butt hard again. Because of his anxiety, the veins on his neck were exposed and he roared at the top of his lungs.

"Oh, oh, okay, I get it."

Sanjay was finally awakened after being hit several times. Then he turned around and kicked the skinny guy hard several times, cursing:

"Pippen! Are you freaking deaf? Didn't you hear the captain's order? Hurry and open the door!"

"Yes Yes."

As the saying goes, big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimps. This is the naked law of the jungle. Pippen, the skinny little guy at the bottom of the food chain, dares not speak out and can only suffer in silence.

He rubbed the aching area, walked to the door of the cell, took out the key from his waist, and was about to open the door when Du Weiguo suddenly stretched out his hand to block the keyhole.

"You can lock me up if you want, and release me if you want? Who do you think I am?"

His tone was teasing and his eyes were cold as he looked at Luan.

Although he didn't know what was happening outside, nor who Luan was, Du Weiguo was very aware of the changes in the situation.

This guy who suddenly appeared was obviously a person in charge from his clothes to his temperament, and the way he looked at him was obviously full of fear and flattery.

India was colonized by England for nearly 200 years and only gained independence 20 years ago. Therefore, in India, almost everyone in the upper class can speak English.

As a member of a high caste, Luan naturally understood what Du Weiguo said. Meeting Du Weiguo's eyes that seemed to be able to see through his soul, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart and his whole body stiffened.

As the boss of this city, Lu An knew that he couldn't escape, so he could only walk up to Du Weiguo and bite the bullet and continue:

"Hello, sir. I am the captain of Islampur's security team. My name is Luan. It was all a misunderstanding before. We didn't know you were the distinguished guest of His Excellency Commander Enol."

About ten minutes ago, Luan, who was planning to appreciate the Ford pickup truck, suddenly received an internal call from the regiment headquarters.

On the phone, the regiment commander, who had never looked him in the eye, scolded him and claimed that Du Weiguo was a distinguished guest invited by the division commander.

Not only was he ordered to release the person immediately, but he was also ordered to worship him as an ancestor.

Now, the entire northern region of India, including eastern Bihar and the two border provinces of Jharkhand, is under military control in most areas.

A total of two divisions of troops are stationed in this area, and in Bihar State where Islampur is located, the garrison division commander Enol is a local emperor with supreme power over life and death.

Du Weiguo had never been to India, so naturally he had no idea who Commander Enor was, but this did not prevent him from climbing up the ladder.

After hearing Lu An's self-introduction, Du Weiguo glanced at his Patek Philippe watch on his wrist and sneered:

"Captain Luan, right? I don't dare to be a distinguished guest. I'm just a lowly yellow monkey.

Haha, when I meet Enor, I must ask him in person how he usually disciplines the ministers. "

Upon hearing these words, especially when hearing Du Weiguo's casual address to the teacher, the arrogance that was hard to conceal and the condescending attitude.

Lu An felt a chill running from the soles of his feet straight up to the top of his head, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

"Sir, please calm down, this is all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"

Having said that, Luan turned around suddenly, kicked Sanjay hard in the fat belly.

Luan kicked with all his strength, directly kicking the fat black man several meters away, and he fell heavily to the ground. However, he did not stop there, but continued to kick him violently like a storm.

"Damn it! Sanjay, you dirty black pig, you are so blind that you dare to disobey the law and offend the gentleman. I will kill you!"

This guy Luan looked like he had been trained. He had pretty good physical fitness and plenty of power on his feet. He kicked Sanjay so hard that blood gushed out of his nose and mouth and he rolled on the ground.

As the old saying goes, a higher-ranking official can crush a person to death, let alone in a place like India where class division is deeply ingrained.

Sanjay didn't dare to resist at all. He could only hold his head tightly and beg for mercy silently.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Captain, I, I was wrong, please forgive me!"

"Fuck you! Black pig, what's the point of telling me? You should apologize to the gentleman~"

"Heh~ Captain Luan, are you playing house with me now? You want to let this go by giving me a couple of soft kicks?"

Du Weiguo sneered and suddenly said something sinister, directly interrupting Lu An's performance.

Lu An suddenly froze, slowly turned around and looked at Du Weiguo, slightly panting, and asked in a stuttering tone:

"Sir, then, then what do you mean?"

  Du Weiguo shrugged his shoulders, his face full of indifference, and his tone was playful and sarcastic:

"What can I mean? I'm just a yellow monkey, Captain Luan. Islampur is your territory, and they are all your people."

  Pointing at Sanjay, Pippen, and Silver Carp Mouth, Du Weiguo picked at his fingernails slowly and suddenly changed the subject:

"Captain Luan, as far as I know, the rules in India are always followed and the classes are clearly defined. A crime like disobedience is not something that can be taken lightly."

Hearing Du Weiguo's words, Lu An's eyes suddenly flickered. He couldn't help but turn his head to look at Sanjay who was curled up on the ground, and subconsciously licked his lips.

He was a smart man and of course he understood the implication of Du Weiguo's words.

Before India's independence, the rules of the semi-colonial and semi-feudal society were very strict. Disobeying the nobles was a serious crime and the offender would be hanged.

So, Du Weiguo wanted Sanjay to die! And judging from his intentions, he didn't want to let Pippen and Catfish Mouth go either.

Luan's eyes rolled around and he explained with a dry mouth:

"First, sir, although Sanjay and his men have committed serious crimes, they are not punishable by death. After all, they are all active military personnel, and now is not ~~"

Du Weiguo raised his hand impatiently and coldly interrupted his defense:

"Captain Luan, I will not leave the cell until the matter is resolved fairly and reasonably. However, please return my coat, cigarettes, and lighter to me."

  Regardless of Lu An's gloomy face, Du Weiguo added in a gloomy tone:

"By the way, if possible, it would be better to give me another chair. I feel a little tired standing all the time."

Luan looked at him for a few seconds, then turned and left without saying a word.

He still had some bottom line, and ultimately failed to kill his subordinates on the spot and curry favor with Du Weiguo.

Du Weiguo didn't say much. The reason why he was making things difficult for Lu An was to delay time. He didn't want to leave the cell, which was a unique hiding place and observation point. When he was talking just now, he was always looking at the city outside the wall and the road. No clues could escape his sharp eyes.

A moment later, the cell where Du Weiguo was located was cleaned and looked brand new.

Not only did they add a camp bed, brand new bedding and pillows, and a new toilet, but they also had tables, chairs, benches and ashtrays.

All of Du Weiguo's personal belongings, including the keys to his pickup truck, were also returned.

In addition, the prisoners in the opposite cell were also emptied, and the dying bearded Kumar was also carried away.

The lucky bag of fish roe was shattered by cement residue. Even if he was lucky enough to save his life in the end, he would never be able to be humane in the future.

Shemales are not popular in India, so I guess he can only be a "eunuch".

In fact, at this moment, in the entire prison, which had a total of 6 cells, Du Weiguo was the only one left, and the cell door was not even locked.

This is what is fascinating about power, you can do whatever you want.

Du Weiguo was happy with the quietness, so he picked up a chair and sat down facing the wall. While looking outside, he took out his cigarette case and lit a cigarette.

  He slowly exhaled the smoke and silently calculated in his mind:

"According to the route, Masar and his team will most likely be able to get back to Islampur in the early morning or morning tomorrow. I wonder where Hu Da and his team are? We should be able to get there before them, right?"

"Tatata~"

At this moment, footsteps suddenly sounded in the prison corridor.

From the sound, it can be judged that the person is wearing hard-soled leather shoes, his steps are very rhythmic, and his strength is well controlled. He is either a martial artist or from the military.

"Hello, Mr. Wesley. It's an honor to meet you. My name is Gibson, Gibson Marshall. I am the head of the MI6 office in Tianzhu. I am very sorry to have wronged you."

The middle-aged man's voice was steady and deep, with a strong British Oxford accent.

Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows and thought to himself, no wonder the local garrison commander could be persuaded to endorse me personally, it turned out that the master came forward.

Even though India is independent now, it was colonized by England for nearly 200 years, and the slave mentality has been deeply engraved in its bones.

What's more, after so many years of rule, England's influence has long been deeply rooted in all walks of life in India, and its influence here is unparalleled.

Not to mention now, India has only been established for 20 years and is heavily dependent on its original master. Even in later generations, the third brother is still a loyal lickspittle of Britain and the United States.

In view of this, MI6 currently has great power in India, and can be said to be able to cover the sky with one hand.

"Gibson, thank you for helping me out."

Gibson is a well-proportioned middle-aged white man with blond hair, blue eyes, deep facial features, and wearing a crisp navy blue tweed coat. It is not difficult to tell that he must have been a handsome man when he was young.

However, time makes people grow old. Gibson now has a typical white Mediterranean hairstyle and his appearance is no longer the same.

"As I should, Mr. Wesley. It was my serious dereliction of duty that you were wronged in Tianzhu."

Gibson spoke with a very accent and was very polite, a bit like an old-fashioned British gentleman. Du Weiguo smiled and shook his head, then extended his hand to him.

"No, there's nothing wrong with it. I came in on purpose."

"I'm not familiar with this place, and I don't speak the language. It's not easy to find a place to hide that won't attract attention. The prison is a pretty good choice."

Gibson shook his hand vigorously and smiled heartily:

"Hahaha, so that's how it is. To be honest, when I heard this news before, I was very puzzled and even doubted your authenticity.

How could such a great demon be arrested and thrown into jail by a few low-level security guards? This is simply unbelievable."

  At this point, Gibson seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and asked in a slightly grand manner:

"By the way, Mr. Wesley, if I intervene rashly, will it ruin your arrangement?"

Du Weiguo waved his hand:

"No, you just need to remind Luan not to spread any news about me in the near future."

Gibson nodded, his expression serious, and promised in a firm tone:

“Okay, Mr. Wesley, I promise you that this news will never leave the security team within a week.

I will also give you a satisfactory explanation for those scumbag security guards who made things difficult for you, and the prisoners who dared to speak rudely to you."

Gibson's explanation was self-evident. Those scum who had offended Du Weiguo before were all dead.

Du Weiguo admired Gibson's decisiveness and quick and efficient work style very much. He took out a cigarette case and handed him a cigarette, and also took out a lighter to help him light it.

"By the way, Gibson, have you contacted Reina?"

"Yes, I have already contacted the director on the way to meet you."

Du Weiguo nodded, more satisfied with him: "When will she arrive?"

Gibson replied methodically and formally:

"The director landed at the military airport in Allahabad two hours ago and is currently driving here. It is expected to arrive in eight to ten hours."

  Du Weiguo didn't say anything, but just nodded without comment, secretly calculating the time in his mind. Gibson asked with a discerning look:

"Mr. Wesley, you are here to surround the Church of Light's Marsal, right? Is there anything I can help you with?

I have some connections in Tianzhu, so I can have some say. Can I help you change to a more ideal observation point?"

Du Weiguo smiled. He liked dealing with smart people, especially smart people like Gibson who were quick-witted and capable.

Half an hour later, in the south of the city, there is the Zhaolin Mosque built on the hillside.

This mosque should be regarded as the second largest force in the city, and it has a terrifying number of grassroots believers in several nearby towns.

The main body of the mosque is a five-story building, more than 5 meters high, with an Arabic-style white spire. Because it is built on a mountain, it is the commanding point in the city, and you can overlook the entire city from the top of the tower.

With Du Weiguo's terrifying vision, he can see everything within a radius of more than ten kilometers.

The top floor of the tower is a circular space. It is not very large, about 30 square meters, but it is extremely clean and spotless.

At this moment, Du Weiguo was sitting on the edge of the skylight with one leg crossed, in a leisurely posture, with a Sumatra cigar in his mouth and a cup of hot tea at hand.

The famous Assam black tea is brewed with snow water, which has a very authentic taste and a unique mellow feeling.

"Mr. Wesley, it's noon, would you like to eat something?"

Gibson came over and asked softly. Du Weiguo was a little hungry and was about to nod when the curry rice, a specialty of India, suddenly popped up in his mind. He couldn't help but feel disgusted:

"Gibson, I can't get used to the food here in India. Do you have any canned beef from England?"

"Haha~"

  Gibson smiled and immediately understood Du Weiguo's thoughts:

"Sir, in Tianzhu, there is more than just rice served with hands. For example, this mosque has authentic Muslim food, and there are even Western restaurants in the city."

Come to think of it, the English colonized India for so long, how could there be no Western restaurants? As for the ban on eating beef, that is just a bullshit rule set to fool the inferior species in their own country.

"I took it for granted. OK, let's get some mutton."

  Gibson bowed gracefully, like a polite British butler:

"Okay, sir. Although this is a commanding height, it's a bit far away. Do you want me to arrange a few more spies in the north of the city?"

  Du Weiguo shook his head without hesitation:

"No need, Gibson. Our opponent is very cunning and it's easy to alert him. Besides, my eyesight is good enough."

Du Weiguo pointed at his eyes, and Gibson suddenly became stern.