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

Chapter 1117: The CIA’s Confidence

A moment later, Du Weiguo enjoyed the delicious, hot beef rice.

Since he specifically asked for it, the obedient Shota put 5 full boxes of canned beef in one go, and the beef was so full that it burst even when put in the camp pot.

In fact, Du Weiguo had already stuffed a few evil pills on his way back, which temporarily calmed his lazy self-healing ability.

However, after being injured, his stomach was like a bottomless pit. At this moment, he was still very hungry and turned into a glutton.

Du Weiguo finished more than a pound of rice, 1 boxes of canned beef weighing nearly 5 pounds, and 2 potatoes as big as fists in just 4 minutes.

This abnormal speed can't be called eating, it's just pouring down the throat.

"Du Da, why are you eating so fast? You're like a devil, aren't you afraid of choking? Come on, drink some tea to ease the pain."

Miss Hu rolled her eyes at him unhappily and handed the teacup to him.

"Oh, this is a disease I got from fighting for food when I was in the army."

After taking a few sips of the boiling hot tea, Miss Hu said perfunctorily. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly raised her eyebrows and turned to look towards the entrance of the underground bunker.

"That foreign woman is here."

The foreign woman that Miss Hu was referring to was naturally Natasha, but Nikonov also came with her.

Seeing him, Du Weiguo frowned instantly, slowly put down the teacup and stood up:

"Nikonov, what's going on outside? Is it serious? Why did you come down here?"

Du Weiguo's tone was a little solemn. You know, Nikonov had just returned to the KGB headquarters in Lubyanka this morning.

In order to defeat Mikhail with ease, he was willing to give it his all.

He even took Du Weiguo with him to meet with the supreme leader Brezhnev in the Council of Ministers Building, and then used extreme methods of forcing him to abdicate in disguise to obtain his signature of support.

The cost is enormous.

No matter what the final outcome is, there will always be a deep rift between Nikonov and the leader that can never be bridged.

Although their relationship was not harmonious before, it was not as bad as it is now.

However, Nikonov now appeared in the underground bunker, which was equivalent to voluntarily giving up the opportunity to regain control of the KGB, which he had paid a huge price for.

From this we can see that the situation outside has most likely deteriorated to a point where it cannot get any worse.

"The Moscow city area is now under a wartime policy and a total martial law, and has been temporarily taken over by the army."

Nikonov's face turned pale and he looked so gloomy that water seemed to be dripping out of it, but his tone was still steady and he did not lose his composure.

"Wesley, what happened? Who bombed the Kremlin?"

Nikonov's tone was not very good, with a hint of accusation, but Du Weiguo could understand his mood at the moment and was not angry.

"He is a person who can remotely detonate the air. I haven't seen the real owner either. He must be a master sent by the CIA."

"CIA? I'm going to tear these damn Citigroup pigs into pieces, and then send someone to blow the White House to the ground!"

Upon hearing this, Nikonov's forehead veins bulged and he cursed with gritted teeth.

He was just bragging. Although the Kremlin was indeed blown up by the CIA's special forces, there was no evidence.

This is a contest between extraordinary people and can be regarded as a new battlefield in the Cold War. If Nikonov dares to use conventional means to bomb the White House, it will inevitably trigger the Third World War.

Therefore, Du Weiguo did not respond at all, but changed the subject directly.

"Nikonov, you haven't answered my question yet, why did you come down here too?"

"At present, the 3rd and 4th Garrison Mechanic Divisions have entered the Moscow area and blocked most of the streets."

Hearing his answer, Du Weiguo's brows were twisted into a big knot, not fully understanding what he meant.

Damn it, isn't it just martial law and a city lockdown? He has experienced this kind of situation many times, so what's the big deal?

"so what?"

"Uh~" Nikonov couldn't help but look choked and was speechless.

Natasha reacted quickly and stepped forward to help him out:

"Wesley, it's like this. Almost all organizations and departments in the Moscow area have been temporarily taken over by the army. There are frequent personnel transfers and the situation is chaotic.

Our Security Committee also has troops stationed there, and they are numerous and diverse. The Chairman is currently lacking high-end forces and cannot guarantee safety. We are worried that the enemy may be mixed in~"

Hearing this, Du Weiguo instantly understood.

Damn, it turns out that old guy Nikonov is also scared to death and has come here to seek shelter.

But it makes sense to think about it. Once bitten, one becomes afraid of ropes for ten years. Nikonov just escaped death and finally returned to the center, so it is natural that he cherishes his life.

His trump cards Yuri and Bossa were both dead, and nearly a hundred powerful transformed warriors were also taken away by Miss Hu and are currently in a deep sleep.

The few people with special abilities left under his command are all useless.

On the other hand, Mikhail's side had known shapeshifters, invisible people, and top masters who could sense space and create explosions out of thin air. Even Du Weiguo had to temporarily avoid them.

Due to the huge disparity in strength, Nikonov had no ability to resist. In order to save his life, he could only come to Du Weiguo for help.

"So, Nikonov, is the KGB still under your control now?"

After figuring out the connection, Du Weiguo stopped struggling with it and went straight to the point.

He is now very realistic. What he needs is Nikonov, who holds great power and controls the KGB, a huge force. If these factors are eliminated, Nikonov will just be a disabled old man.

Nikonov nodded and said firmly:

"Yes, although the current situation is a bit chaotic, the Safety Committee is still in my hands, and it can basically operate normally."

At this point, a bitter smile uglier than crying appeared on his old face, and he added with emotion:

"Wesley, thanks to you, we eliminated the traitor Vaniusha and intimidated several centrists. Now Andre is seriously injured and unconscious. My control over the Security Committee is now more secure than before. It can be considered a blessing in disguise."

The reason why Vanyusha dared to stab Nikonov in the back was, of course, that he had built up his own power.

At present, the news of his death has been kept strictly confidential and few people know about it. After getting rid of Mikhail, the KGB will inevitably undergo a round of brutal purges.

Nikonov was a ruthless political veteran, and now that he had broken with the leader, he was forced into a dead end with no way out.

Therefore, in the following cleansing, he would not care about anything except removing the wings and minions of Vanyusha.

He would certainly take advantage of the situation to eliminate those forces that usually oppose him and turn the KGB into a place where he has the final say.

In fact, even now, before the purge began, Nikonov has already felt some positive changes.

Just like what he said just now, those originally wavering neutrals, such as the Third, Seventh, and the Director of the General Administration of Internal Affairs who were present at the time.

Now she has become extremely obedient and has even begun to flatter him and show her loyalty.

There is also the second-in-command Andrei. This old man has always been at odds with him, but this time not only does he stand on the same side with him, he is now seriously injured and unconscious. There is no longer any opposing voice within the KGB.

To sum up, although Nikonov has lost his confidant Vanyusha, his control over the KGB has been greatly strengthened, which can be described as a qualitative leap.

Du Weiguo was not interested in the power changes within the KGB. This was Nikonov's job, and he believed he could do a good job.

"What's Mikhail's reaction?" Du Weiguo took out a cigarette box, took a cigarette himself, and passed one to Nikonov.

Nikonov subconsciously reached for it, but stopped halfway with his left prosthesis, with an embarrassed look on his face. He was not used to being a disabled person. Du Weiguo directly handed the cigarette to his lips and took out a lighter to light it for him, alleviating his embarrassment.

"Thank you."

  Nikonov nodded gratefully:

"Mikhail, the old dog, has not shown up until now. The Deputy Minister of Internal Affairs, Minovich, died on the spot in the explosion.

In addition to him, most of the middle and senior management in the building at the time were also killed in the explosion. Now the Ministry of Internal Affairs is leaderless and in chaos. "

As he spoke, there was a barely perceptible glimmer of pride in Nikonov's eyes.

Seeing the mortal enemy he had been fighting for decades suffer heavy losses, even a shrewd man like Nikonov could not hide his joy.

Although the KGB lost dozens of elite agents in the explosion, and even the second-in-command Andrei was seriously injured and unconscious, the losses were negligible compared to the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

The loss suffered by the Ministry of Internal Affairs this time was so great that it cannot be described in words.

The Kremlin's base was almost bombed to ashes, and almost none of the hundreds or thousands of investigators inside survived.

Needless to say, those above the second floor were basically dead, even those on the lower two floors had their internal organs shattered by the shock wave and were buried in the rubble.

Among them was Milovich, the second-in-command of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and countless middle and senior level backbones.

It is easy to figure out with your toes that anyone who can enter the Kremlin and work in the headquarters must be the best and the backbone of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

  This time, it was almost eaten up!

Even if Mikhail wins this game in the end, it will take the Ministry of Internal Affairs ten to eight years to recover.

After hearing his answer, Du Weiguo did not speak immediately. Instead, he frowned and pondered, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the back of the chair like drumbeats.

Why? Why did Mikhail do this?

According to the character of this old silver coin, even for the sake of saving its life, it should not do such a loss-making business that would hurt the enemy by 10,000 but hurt itself by 100,000.

  Bombing the Ministry of Internal Affairs headquarters is equivalent to destroying one's own foundation. Even if one wins, how will one survive in the future?

The knocking sound suddenly stopped, and Du Weiguo's eyes were burning:

"Nikonov, do you think it was possible that Mikhail gave the order to blow up the Kremlin?"

  Nikonov met Du Weiguo's gaze directly. At this moment, his eyes were also shining:

"No, absolutely not, Wesley, Mikhail, that old dog must have gotten himself into trouble, he was fooled by those Citi pigs!

But whether or not he gave the order, the old dog is finished, he is dead, and there is no place for him in the Soviet Union anymore."

Nikonov was very excited. Although he tried his best to suppress it, his voice was slightly trembling and his face was a little red.

  Du Weiguo was not as optimistic as him. Instead, his brows furrowed even more tightly, his face as gloomy as water:

"Nikonov, I think things may not be that simple. Even if the CIA and he have their own agenda, it is impossible for the two sides to work together.

But at least their temporary goals are the same. Wouldn't it be too hasty and stupid to turn against each other before dealing with me?"

Never underestimate your opponent. This is the valuable experience Du Weiguo gained after experiencing countless hardships.

  Upon hearing this, Nikonov's face became solemn and thoughtful. Du Weiguo took two puffs of his cigarette, sorted out his thoughts, and continued to add:

"Also, Nikonov, the timing of this explosion is very delicate. If I were Mikhail, I would definitely try to throw dirty water on the KGB."

At this moment, Nikonov had regained his composure and replied in a deep voice:

"Wesley, I've actually thought about this question, and the evidence and logic don't support it."

"At that time, we had obtained the investigation order issued by the Supreme Military Commission. We were in an unbeatable position and there was no need to take extreme measures after the explosion. In addition, Andre~"

Du Weiguo interrupted him coldly:

"Nikonov, don't forget that the investigation order was destroyed in the explosion. And Mikhail's logic of blowing up his own lair is also illogical!"

Nikonov's face turned completely gloomy, and the field fell into dead silence.

At this moment, the Bodleian Monastery is 7 kilometers away from the Kremlin and next to the Polje Cemetery.

The basement of the monastery is very large and is a warehouse for storing food and supplies. At this moment, two lower-level monks who came to get potatoes were whispering.

"Ivan, I swear to the Holy Father, I really heard the sound! Rumbling, like thunder."

The person who was speaking was a tall and thin young monk, and his companion was a short and fat man. The two of them had strange looks, like a fat and thin monk.

  Ivan the short and fat wiped a potato on his robe casually, then took a big bite and said incoherently:

"Rose, stop talking nonsense. This damn weather is freezing cold. It was snowing yesterday. How could there be thunder?"

  Skinny Ross grabbed his arm, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously:

"It's not the sound coming from outside, it's the sound coming from underground."

  While speaking, he pointed to the ground. However, Ivan sneered at what he said:

"Huh, underground? Ross, I think you are really crazy. Do you think it is the dead spirits in the Bolie Cemetery knocking on the coffin lids, or the demons in hell who want to climb up to learn the commandments?"

Ross didn't pay attention to his teasing. He said seriously with a serious expression:

"Ivan, I certainly heard it, and more than once."

At this moment, two barely audible sounds suddenly came from underground. They were very slight, but they were indeed like the rumbling sounds of thunder that Ross had described.

Ross blushed with excitement:

"Hey, hey, Ivan, did you hear me? I suspect there is a secret passage or room under our monastery. I want to tell you about this~"

At this moment, the short and fat Ivan's expression suddenly changed, and a sinister look appeared on his fat face, which was originally smiling.

His body pounced towards Ross like a cannonball, and his feet hooked his legs quickly with agility far beyond his body size.

"boom!"

The next moment, Skinny Ross was knocked flying, and then the back of his head hit the hard stone wall heavily.

The collision was so strong, it was as if someone had hit him on the back of the head with a stone hammer, leaving a deep hole visible to the naked eye, and he died on the spot.

  Fatty Ivan slowly squatted in front of his body, stretched out his hand to feel his pulse, and confirmed that he was dead. Then he smacked his lips and said to himself in a cold tone:

"Rose, your hearing is too good, and your curiosity is too strong. Alas, there is really no way. I have to find a new companion."

At the same time, 15 meters further down in the basement, there is a space the size of a basketball court.

Mikhail had a grim expression on his face, holding a pistol in his hand, with a burning breath emanating from the muzzle.

Behind him stood a few strong young men, who were obviously the elite of the army. They also held various weapons in their hands and had unfriendly looks in their eyes.

There were a total of four people standing opposite them.

On the far left is a white woman with a sexy body. She is still wearing Mikhail's clothes, but they are filthy.

At this moment, she was leisurely curling the ends of her chestnut hair with her fingers, looking at Mikhail with a teasing and provocative look.

The second from the left is a tall and strong young man. He is dressed very warmly and is carrying a heavy cello case. His eyes are sharp, like a blade drawn from its sheath.

On the far right stood a tall and strong black man, a bit like the basketball star Rodman. This guy had a pair of dead fish eyes, an exaggerated afro, one hand in his pocket, and a wanton and arrogant look.

At this moment, just above the palm of this guy's right hand, several bullets were floating in a circle, rotating slowly.

In the center of the second position, stood a middle-aged white man with curly hair and a hooked nose.

He was wearing a long black woolen cape-like coat that reached his calves, and he exuded a strange aura from head to toe. There was a subtle sneer on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were playful.

These people are capable people from the CIA, and they are the reason why the CIA dares to turn against Du Weiguo and provoke him again.

Their nicknames are Chameleon, Falcon, Lucifer, Wizard, and there is actually one who is invisible and has not revealed his figure, the Ghost.

The arrogant black man with telekinesis is the legendary ace, nicknamed the Wizard.

And that guy who looks like a leader and is dressed like a wizard, codenamed Lucifer, is the legendary fallen angel and the original form of Satan.

"Mikhail, are you crazy enough?"

Lucifer crushed a bullet that was floating and spinning in the wizard's palm and threw it casually with a sad tone.

Mikhail's eyes were red at this moment:

"Get lost! Do you know what the hell you are doing? What the hell did you do? Do you want to start World War III?"