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

Chapter 1110: At the command, the blade goes where it leads

The long-flowing Volga River is the mother river of the Russian bear, and its status is comparable to that of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River in China.

Going upstream, about 30 kilometers northwest of Nizhny Novgorod, there is an empty ranger hunting lodge on an unknown hill.

Firewood had just been added to the fireplace, and it was burning particularly vigorously. The small room suddenly became warm. Du Weiguo pulled a piece of firewood, lit a cigarette, leaned against the wall, and slowly exhaled the smoke.

"Nikonov, tell me, how did you end up in such a miserable state?"

After simple treatment, Nikonov's condition has improved a little. Although he still has a high fever, he has regained consciousness and can speak with some effort.

As the boss of the KGB, the world's number one spy organization, he controls tens or even hundreds of thousands of elite agents and the A Force, which is armed to the teeth.

Nikonov's power and status are firmly ranked among the top in the entire Russian Federation.

No matter how the political situation changes and no matter how unfavorable it is to him, he is still in power after all, and he has countless cards up his sleeve. In any case, he will not fall into such a desperate situation so quickly.

When Nikonov heard Du Weiguo's question, a gloomy light suddenly flashed across his eyes which were swollen into slits.

"Yes, Vanyusha, he, betrayed, me."

Because of the high fever, Nikonov's throat was swollen, his voice was very hoarse and intermittent.

But even so, it is not difficult to hear his hatred, the kind that goes deep into his bones.

"Vanyusha?"

This name is unfamiliar. Du Weiguo has also done his homework. At least he knows all the top-ranked bigwigs on the Russian side, and this person definitely does not exist.

But if he was just a nobody, he couldn't possibly influence a giant like Nikonov, so he couldn't help but frown.

Upon hearing the name, Natasha's pupils suddenly contracted violently, and she couldn't help but turn her head and cast a questioning look at Nikonov.

The latter closed his eyes in pain and nodded slowly.

Even after receiving a positive answer, Natasha still couldn't hide her shock. She was stunned for a few seconds before explaining:

"Vanyusha is Ivan Ivanovich Ulyanov. People who are close to him call him Vanyusha. He is the first secretary of our Security Committee."

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo instantly understood.

The first secretary, as the name suggests, is naturally the secretary of the top leader, that is, Nikonov's chief secretary. This position can only be held by the most trusted among the confidants and the most loyal among the loyalists.

Vanyusha was indeed Nikonov's most trusted person. The two had worked together for 26 years. They were so close that they were almost wearing the same pants.

They first met in Stalingrad during World War II and crawled out of that huge meat grinder together.

For a full eight months, every day was like purgatory. They saved each other's lives countless times and witnessed each other's loyalty and friendship.

Not only that, Vanyusha is also Nikonov's brother-in-law, commonly known as the brother-in-law. The two families are tightly tied together, sharing honor and disgrace.

As Nikonov's secretary, Vanyusha was only the seventh-ranking person in the KGB in terms of seniority. However, even as the second-ranking person, he usually had to give him some respect.

Therefore, Vanyusha's nickname within the KGB was the Shadow "Chairman".

However, even with this seemingly unbreakable relationship, Vanyusha completely betrayed Nikonov.

Not only did he betray his route of action to Mikhail, but he also transferred away his high-end guard force, the Black Swan Commando, in the name of Nikonov.

In recent years, the KGB has begun to recruit people with special abilities all over the world, and even formed a special forces team named Black Swan.

Currently, the total number of the entire Black Swan Commando is less than 100 people, and there are only 6 people with special abilities.

The remaining nearly 100 people are all enhanced soldiers who have undergone genetic modification. Their biochemical technology comes from the joint results of several secret experimental bases, and the one in Iran is one of them.

These secret studies were not carried out by Nikonov on a whim, but had begun more than a decade ago during the Cold War, code-named Project Leviathan.

Among the six users of Black Swan's abilities, there is an ace who is also the leader, Illusion Master Yuri (hey).

As the name suggests, Yuri's abilities are hypnosis and mind control. He was originally a psychiatrist, and his abilities were not awakened until he was in his 40s. He was discovered and recruited by the KGB as soon as possible.

Yuri's ability is actually not that strong. The range of his mental control and the number of people he controls are also extremely limited. Not to mention compared with Miss Hu and Joseph, he is probably not even as good as Marsal.

  But the KGB has advanced technology!

The Black Swan's genetically modified warriors have extremely high physical fitness and are proficient in combat techniques. They are all absolute killing machines.

But these biochemical warriors also have shortcomings. Their brains have been weakened to the extreme degree. To put it bluntly, they are all mentally retarded.

And such people, equipped with special brain signal receiving equipment, can be controlled by Yuri.

Originally, with the Black Swan Commando accompanying him to protect him, Nikonov's safety was guaranteed. However, he never expected that he would be stabbed in the back by his most trusted confidant and his financial support would be cut off.

Of course, in addition to Vanyusha, Yuri undoubtedly also betrayed him, otherwise, the Black Swan would never have evacuated so decisively and connected almost seamlessly with the assassins from the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

As the saying goes, when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. Due to the recent political struggles, Nikonov was clearly at a disadvantage and his position became precarious. As a result, he was deserted by his friends and relatives.

This is the cruelty of political struggle, it is treacherous, dark, and there is no trust at all.

In the end, the only one who resolutely disobeyed orders and stayed with Nikonov was the mammoth-like giant named Bossa.

He is another trump card of the Black Swan, recruited personally by Nicono. He is a person with specialties in both strength and physique, and also has a certain mental resistance, and his speed is also considerable.

If Bosa had not fought desperately to protect him, and if the assassin with special strength and the fastest Iron Man had not been present at the time, Nikonov would have been captured alive.

Through Nikonov's intermittent narration, and Natasha's explanations and supplements.

Du Weiguo roughly understood what happened. He put out his cigarette, glanced at Nikonov's severed hand, and said in a low voice with a chilling tone:

"Nikonov, you are now disabled. Do you still have a chance to return to the Hub and continue to lead the KGB?"

Du Weiguo asked directly and harshly, without any intention of avoiding any topic.

Nikonov's experience is indeed worthy of sympathy, but he is not Du Weiguo's friend, but his most important strategic ally.

If Nikonov loses his value for cooperation, Du Weiguo will give up on him without hesitation and stop the loss in time.

“Haha~” Nikonov smiled bitterly: “Wesley, you are becoming more and more like a superior now, and you are decisive in killing.”

Du Weiguo shrugged.

"I can't help it, Nikonov. You know my situation. I have no one to back me up, and my tolerance for error is low. I have to weigh the pros and cons all the time."

"Yes, I completely understand, Wesley. You came to the Soviet Union to save me this time. In your Chinese words, you have done your utmost."

Nikonov nodded, then raised his broken left hand with great effort and took a look, his tone slightly self-deprecating:

  "With this level of injury, wearing a prosthetic hand or installing an iron hook shouldn't affect my ability to continue giving orders, right?

After all, I don’t need to charge into battle anymore. I never thought that I would get injured like this at this age.”

As he spoke, something terrible seemed to be awakening and surging in Nikonov's eyes, and a creepy aura was rising from his body, making people feel cold.

  Du Weiguo didn't buy it at all, and asked without comment:

"So, Nikonov, are you capable of fighting back independently now?"

"Uh~ To be honest, no." Nikonov's rising momentum suddenly dissipated.

Originally, Nikonov was at a disadvantage in the new round of political struggles, and Mikhail even broke up with him and dared to attack him directly, which shows that he was in a disadvantageous position. The worst thing was that he was stabbed in the back by his most trusted subordinate, and was seriously injured and had to hide, temporarily losing control of the KGB.

Now, Nikonov didn't dare to contact the outside world rashly, because he didn't know who would arrive first, the assassin or the reinforcements.

As expected, Du Weiguo curled his lips helplessly: "What if I help you kill Mikhail? Can you handle the subsequent situation?"

Nikonov's eyes lit up instantly: "Wesley, are you really willing to do this?"

Mikhail, this old fox, is extremely cautious and fearful of death. He always stays in his office in the Kremlin, eats and lives there, and never shows up.

Therefore, if you want to kill him, you can only go to Moscow and assassinate him in the central place.

This behavior is undoubtedly a provocation to the Russian bear. Even further, it is equivalent to declaring war on the entire Russian bear without declaration.

Du Weiguo answered the question irrelevantly, with a stern tone:

"Nikonov, if I kill this old man, do you have the ability to clean up the mess on your own and return to the center?"

Nikonov thought silently for a moment and said, "Wesley, you'd better help me solve everything about Yuri."

This time, Du Weiguo did not reply, but just looked at him with burning eyes. His deep eyes seemed to penetrate his soul directly.

  Of course Nikonov understood what Du Weiguo was waiting for, the reward. Without big enough benefits, why would he take such a risk?

However, Du Weiguo's appetite is now frighteningly big. At least he is definitely not short of money, and the combat power of his subordinates is also unimaginable. What can Nikonov give him now?

"Huh~" After a long while, Nikonov finally let out a long breath, supported himself and sat up straight, and solemnly promised:

"Wesley, after this is over, the KGB will be your private investigation department. We will act on your orders."

At this moment, Bogra, the largest city in northern Bangladesh.

In the suburbs, there is a luxurious manor close to the Leni River. The sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, and there is an atmosphere of leisurely spring.

In the courtyard, there was a rattan chair on which a thin man was lying. The female Tyrannosaurus Lori was gently helping him wipe the food residue from the corners of his mouth.

"Rebola, eat more so your body can recover faster."

Luo Li's voice was also very gentle, and her eyes were full of love.

Rebola had woken up the day before yesterday. He had trimmed his hair and beard, changed into clean clothes, and looked much more energetic.

However, due to being in a coma for too long, his body had deteriorated severely and he still hadn't recovered his ability to move, and his reactions were also very slow.

Rebola shook his head with great effort, refusing the spoon that was passed to his mouth again. He spoke slowly, enunciating each word:

"Lori, I, I'm already useless. Even if I can recover, I don't want to be like before, killing people endlessly."

"This is the last time, Rebola. I promise this is the last time. After we finish this job, we will quit completely and find a place to live in seclusion."

Luo Li frowned slightly and tried to comfort him with a tone that was not in her heart.

In fact, she knew very well that the arrow was on the string and had to be shot. They could not withdraw now, and Marsal would be the first one who would not agree.

He had put so much effort into rescuing Rebora from the temple, how could he give up halfway? Besides, it was not just Masal who could decide now.

Outside the city of Islampur, the guy who suddenly appeared to inform them and asked them to change direction immediately was a local, but he must have been assigned by a third party.

Luo Li had no idea who this third party was, but since they dared to go against the God of Evil, it must be an organization with great powers and incredible authority.

From the fact that they are extremely well-informed, we can get some clues.

"Haha~ the last vote." Rebola chuckled.

"Lori, do you believe what you said? We are dealing with the evil spirit this time. Do you think we have a chance to escape unscathed?

Even if we are lucky enough to kill him, won't the evil spirits under his command seek revenge? It will be an endless fight."

After speaking for a while, Rebola's chest heaved violently and he began to breathe heavily. Lori hurriedly and considerately helped him to touch his chest.

"Rebola, you're not well yet, talk less, do you want some water?"

Leibo La held her hand with great effort: "Lori, go on your own and don't get involved in this mess again."

Upon hearing this, Luo Li smiled, with deep helplessness in her eyes:

"Rebola, what are you talking about, you idiot? How could I leave you alone? Besides, you want to leave? Where to go?

Have your senses also degraded? Can't you feel the prickly sense of being spied on? We are all under surveillance now, and we can't even leave this yard."

Rebola frowned. "Didn't Masal go out? Who is watching us? Gray Whale and the others?"

Luo Li shook her head: "No, the one monitoring us now should be that damn Leech guy."

"Leech!" Rebola's pupils shook violently. As a veteran in the dark world, he had certainly heard of the name of leeches.

At the same time, in the small town of Sarilakanti in the east of the city, a small boat with its motor turned off was floating on the water that had just thawed.

In the small cabin, Marsal was sitting opposite a middle-aged white man with a rather irritable expression on his face.

"So, you mean to say that the evil spirit no longer walks alone now?"

  The middle-aged man sitting opposite him had a very ordinary appearance, the kind that you would not be able to find in a crowd, but his temperament was very calm, making people unable to take him lightly:

"That's right, the Demon God has gathered several powerful people with him, including a very scary mind controller.

According to reliable intelligence, she can even control hundreds of people at a distance of several hundred meters."

As the old saying goes, if you compare yourself to others, you will die; if you compare goods to others, you will throw them away. Upon hearing this, Marsal's face turned ashen and his eyes became fierce, as if he was going to choose someone to eat.

"What else?".

He asked while gritting his back teeth, but the middle-aged man ignored his murderous look, lit a cigarette, and said calmly:

"It is known that there is another guy who can control crows, at least tens of thousands of them. Well, the capabilities of the remaining few are currently unknown."

"Tens of thousands of crows?"

  Marsal's face turned black and veins on his forehead were bulging. Fuck it, how can I play this?

“Well, just 12 hours ago, Sha Shen and his team fought against an assassination team of seven people with special abilities in the city of Su Russia.

Among them were the mind controller, the invulnerable Iron Man, and three top-level people who could control lightning. In the end, the evil spirits wiped out the opponents without any injuries. "

  Exhaling smoke, the middle-aged man said in a mocking tone:

"Masal, the conclusion is obvious now. With the ragtag group you have, you will definitely die if you encounter the evil spirit. You have no chance of winning. So, what are you going to do now?"

  Marsal panted heavily, his teeth clenched and he stared at the middle-aged man. After a long time, he squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth:

"Get to the point, Olsen. Are you here to attack me on purpose?"

This unidentified middle-aged man is called Olsen, and his tone seems to always be the same, neither impatient nor anxious, but leisurely.

"The point is, Masal, if you want to continue to cause trouble for the Sha Shen, you will need more helpers, uh, powerful helpers."

Masar was furious and growled in hatred:

"Helper? Where the hell can I find helper? If all else fails, I'll just do something to his women and clip his wings first!"

Olsen chuckled, glanced at Marsal meaningfully, and said jokingly:

"Oh, that's not a bad idea, but you only have one chance to attack, and then you will have to face the endless pursuit of the evil spirit until you die."