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

Chapter 1179 The Return of the Evil God

At 3 a.m., Hong Kong Island was covered with dark clouds and the night was as dark as ink.

Apliu Street, Kowloon.

"Drip drop~"

Mao Aiyi was suddenly awakened from her deep sleep by the ringing of the phone. She jumped up like a spring, picked up the phone beside her pillow, and answered it immediately.

This satellite phone was left to her by Du Weiguo before he left Hong Kong. She treated it like a treasure and never left it for a second. Even when she was taking a shower, she had to keep one hand free to hold it.

"Sir, I am Mao Aiyi. What can I do for you?"

Mao Aiyi's voice was still as cold as ever, but her face was a little flushed due to excitement.

She is also a woman, a beautiful, plump and mature woman.

Before, as a assassin kept by someone else's family, she was castrated of her self-awareness, almost heartless and desireless, and had no idea about matters between men and women.

However, after coming to Hong Kong Island, the relatively relaxed living environment gradually made her mind more active.

Naturally, he also had expectations for the handsome and invincible new owner Du Weiguo.

  Unfortunately, Du Weiguo on the other end of the phone didn't understand the situation at all, and his voice was so cold that it made people feel cold all over:

"Mao Aiyi, has anything major happened in Hong Kong Island these past two days? Why are the streets so chaotic?"

Du Weiguo's cold questioning made her calm down instantly and she immediately put aside all her romantic thoughts.

"Yes, sir. Zhongyi Hall suffered a self-detonation attack yesterday evening. Zou Yaozu is currently seriously injured and unconscious."

"Who did it?" Du Weiguo's tone sounded even colder.

  Mao Aiyi had been in Hong Kong Island for more than half a year, and she controlled the lucrative flour business, so she was considered a local boss. She was familiar with all kinds of people, and naturally she was well-informed:

"It must have been done by the group of people burning incense. They rushed into Zhongyi Hall with homemade explosives tied to their bodies, shouting slogans about Zhenkong's hometown."

"How is Zou Yaozu now?" Du Weiguo's voice was muffled, and he was obviously suppressing his anger.

Although they were separated by a phone call, Mao Aiyi's heart began to rise when she heard the slight sound of Du Weiguo clenching his back teeth, and she even felt the urge to urinate.

"Sir, his ribs and leg bones were broken by the collapsed wall, and his head was hit. He is still unconscious and is not out of danger for the time being."

"dududu~"

There was a dead tone on the phone, and even Mao Aiyi, who was as hard-hearted as iron, couldn't help but sigh.

"Alas~" The evil spirit was furious. I don't know how many people would lose their heads again.

After crushing the pay phone, Du Weiguo suddenly disappeared in the phone booth.

Fortunately, it happened late at night and no one was around to see it, otherwise, Hong Kong Island would have had another street ghost story.

The next moment, Du Weiguo appeared in Baisha Bay Villa, and the whole building was empty.

Zhao Yingnan led the team to Pattaya, so naturally there is no one here.

International football player Du Wei did not touch the ground and teleported again. He had already reached the basement of the villa. He took out a radio from the space and contacted Nikonov himself as soon as possible.

In order to keep the communication with him open, Nikonov, who returned to power, specially set up an exclusive radio class.

Four people take turns to guard the radio station 4 hours a day to ensure that there is no loss of contact.

So, about 3 minutes later, Nikonov himself began to have a direct conversation with Du Weiguo.

Du Weiguo was concise and to the point, without saying a word of nonsense:

In 5 days, I will return to Muscat. Before that, the Russian bear must properly solve the problem of Kempad Bay.

This was both a notification and an order, and at the same time, it was also informing Nikonov of his real-time location.

With the KGB's capabilities, such a long contact time is enough for them to find the location of the radio station. According to the current level of technology, the accuracy can be within 1 kilometer.

Afterwards, Du Weiguo contacted Gibson again and gave him the same brief order, not giving him the chance to ask questions.

"I am now in Hong Kong Island and will be back in five days. You don't need to worry about the Soviet-British confrontation at sea. Just focus on tracking down Masar and his group."

"Sorry, Ms. Hu, the gentleman is offline now."

In the side hall of the Sultan's palace, Gibson took off his headphones, put on a wry smile on his face, and explained helplessly.

"asshole!"

He rushed over but couldn't even say a word, and Miss Hu instantly became furious.

"boom!"

She hammered a deep hole in the metal radio and asked word by word with a cold face:

"Gibson, didn't you tell him that something happened to the Brotherhood? Even the Sand Wolf was broken!"

  Looking at the radio in front of him with sparks flying everywhere, Gibson broke out in a cold sweat and replied tremblingly:

"I'm very sorry, Miss Hu, the gentleman didn't even give me a chance to speak. I guess something urgent happened in Hong Kong Island."

  Miss Hu's fists hardened again, clenching until they cracked, and she cursed through gnashing teeth:

"What's the hurry? Contact the person in charge of MI6 in Hong Kong Island right now and ask him to pass this news to Du Da immediately and let him make his own decision."

Gibson had just been captured by the murderous Miss Hu, and his brain had crashed, temporarily losing the ability to think.

When I heard this, I suddenly woke up from my dream.

"Okay, okay, Ms. Hu, I'll go change the radio and contact Rick right away."

In the Persian Gulf, near Kish Island, the little-known Qeshm Island is currently experiencing a thunderstorm.

This small island is called Leiji Island in the local dialect. It seems like this place has violated some kind of heavenly law. It rains and thunders all year round and the weather is almost never clear.

Therefore, the entire island is bare, without even a blade of grass or a tree, and no one lives there. There are also few ships in the nearby waters.

However, under the island, there are many naturally formed caves, large and small, connected to each other, like a huge spider's nest maze.

The most important thing is that these caves are connected to underground rivers, which not only have fresh water, but also many fish.

So hiding in a cave, in a sense, means you don't have to worry about safety and food and drink, and it's an ideal hiding place.

Next to the turbulent underground river, on a relatively flat open space, stood a solitary kerosene lamp, surrounded by several human figures.

"Fuck! Marsal, this is the refuge you mentioned. There's not even a piece of firewood here. Are we going to eat raw food and drink blood every day?"

Loli was a woman with a bad temper, and she was even more furious at this moment. She pointed at Marsal's nose and cursed at him.

At this moment, she was only wearing a very tight underwear. Her whole body was wet, and her proud figure was clearly visible. She looked like a mermaid who had just come ashore.

However, right now this "mermaid" is very angry and on the verge of losing her temper.

Because at this moment, her man, Rebola, was lying on the ground, breathing in more than out, his face was pale, his eyes were closed, and his whole body was shaking as if he had been electrocuted. It was obvious that he was about to collapse.

They had just escaped here by diving in the sea.

Because Rhodes was brought ashore by Miss Hu in the past two days, and the Kunpeng also docked and stopped monitoring the seabed, which gave them the opportunity to take advantage of.

It must be said that the vitality of people with special abilities is truly amazing.

In fact, as early as the time of Shat, Reborah was already on the verge of exhaustion.

This guy Leibola is really unlucky. First, he was tortured by those lamas in the Snow Mountain Temple for several years.

After being rescued, he began to hide and escape for his life. Later, in order to deal with Lu Yan and the others, he rashly took the immature tyrant potion.

As a result, he overdrew his limited vitality and became half-dead.

However, even with all this trouble, he managed to cross the Rub' al Khali Desert and cross the Persian Gulf.

However, there was a lack of medical care and medicine in the cave, and it was cold and damp. Rebola could not get any effective rest or treatment, and he could not hold on anyway.

Facing Lori's questioning, Marsal, who looked like a drowned dog, just sighed and lowered his eyelids, like a wooden sculpture, without saying a word.

"Masal, you old dog, I'm asking you a question. Why are you pretending to be dumb?"

The man was on the verge of death, and Lori's emotions were out of control. She raised her hand suddenly, and suddenly a surge of force field came down on Marsal like a giant hammer.

"Oh!"

Fine whirlwinds of wind rose up around Marsal's body, colliding with the force field and making a muffled sound.

"Lori, are you crazy?" Marsal finally spoke.

"What? You're not going to continue playing dumb? Masar, what the hell do you say? What do we do now?"

Luo Li's anger had not subsided yet, and she still maintained her fighting stance, roaring and questioning.

"Lori, I'm not your enemy."

  Marsal turned his head to look at her, then pointed at the waterproof bag not far away, his voice muffled:

"Keep calm. There are effective medicines in that bag, as well as morphine, dry clothes, and solid fuel. You can build a fire, feed Rebola the medicine, and help him change his clothes."

Hearing that there was medicine, Luo Li's expression eased a little, but she was still dissatisfied:

"With such limited supplies, they will be exhausted in a few days. What will we do then?"

  With a cold snort, Luo Li continued to taunt:

"That crappy friend of yours who only cares about money and not people, will he still come to deliver supplies to us? Does he dare to come?" The one who took them across the Persian Gulf was a small salvage submarine. The owner of the submarine was a mixed-race man nicknamed Sea Urchin.

This guy values ​​money more than his life. He will do anything for money.

Of course, he only cared about money. This time, when he sent them across the sea, not only did he double the price that Marsal had originally agreed upon, he also gave them the priceless treasure, Empress Wu Zhouzhang.

Now, Marsal's pockets have been basically emptied and he has no money left. Even if the sea urchin is killed, it is impossible for him to come and deliver supplies again.

As for killing people to silence them, given Marsal's cruelty, it's not that he doesn't want to, but that he doesn't dare.

None of them know how to drive a submarine, so they killed the sea urchins and suddenly there was a ship on the seabed. Isn't that the same as a self-destruction?

It was probably because of this that Hai Urchin dared to send them away. As for betrayal, he would be considered an accomplice and probably would not dare to do it.

  Hearing Lori's sarcasm, Marsal raised his eyes and looked at her deeply. It took him several seconds to speak:

"Lori, how long do you think such a large-scale closure of the sea can last? Do you really think that beast Sha Shen is the king of the world?"

"Haha, I don't care whether he is the king of the world or not. I just know that we are now the lost dogs."

Lori's words left Marsal speechless.

She didn't say anything else, just took off her wet vest and walked towards the supplies naked.

A moment later, several pieces of solid fuel were ignited, illuminating the dark cave and dispelling the cold.

Rebola changed into dry clothes, was injected with morphine, and took some medicine. Although he was still in a coma, his body was no longer shaking and his face had a hint of color.

Lori also changed her clothes, hugged her knees, held a cigarette in her mouth, and stared solemnly at the gradually shrinking flame in front of her.

Soon, the fuel was exhausted and the flame was about to go out. Lori flicked the cigarette butt in, and about 3 seconds later, the entire space fell into darkness again.

"Martal, do you think we still have a chance to survive?" Her voice sounded faint in the darkness.

  After a long time, Marsal finally replied, but he did not give a direct answer:

"Lori, you have to know that this world is very big, and the evil spirit is not really omnipotent and invincible."

  "Haha~" Luo Li sneered and exposed him without hesitation:

"Perhaps what you said makes sense, but Marsar, with his current power and ability, he is determined to kill us, so there is no reason for him to fail, right? Unless we hide in this dark place forever."

Marsal was silent again because what Lori said was true.

After taking off her coat and gently covering Rebola with it, Lori continued:

"Well? You have nothing to refute, right? Haha, we are doomed, it's just a matter of a few days."

  Luo Li suddenly changed the subject:

"But, Marsal, I don't blame you. After all, if it weren't for you, I probably wouldn't have been able to see Rebola again in my life, even though you just wanted to use us."

After another long silence, Marsal finally answered: "Lori, I think you are still too pessimistic."

"Oh?" Luo Li was very surprised by this answer: "Tell me, why am I pessimistic?"

"The God of Evil is just one person, but he has built a huge force that is superior to Citigroup, the Bears, and even all countries with his own strength.

Masar also lit a cigarette and exhaled a long breath:

"On the surface, he is now the master of the world, but at the same time, he is also the enemy of the world. Once he shows a flaw or a decline, everyone will rush over and tear him to pieces!"

"Hehehe~hahaha~"

After hearing what he said, Lori laughed. It was a sneer at first, then the laughter got louder and louder, and finally she laughed so hard that tears came out.

Of course, Marsal could hear the undisguised sarcasm in the laughter.

"Lori, is it funny? Am I wrong?" His tone was gloomy, and he was obviously trying to suppress his anger.

Lori finally stopped laughing and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Masal, you are right, absolutely right. In fact, I also firmly believe that the beast Shashen will not die a good death sooner or later. He will be beaten up by a group of people and finally turned into powder.

But do you think we still have a chance to wait until the day when he reveals his flaws? Haha, you have been relying on this childish idea all this time?"

"Humph! Why wait?"

  Masar snorted coldly, his tone was hateful:

"Lori, I have been actively promoting this matter. If that loser Leonard hadn't taken away Pineapple a dozen days ago, would we be in such a mess now?"

Upon hearing this, Luo Li also got angry:

"Fuck! You still have the nerve to say that? It's because you're a coward that you can't even control an ordinary person!"

Having his pain point touched, Marsal fell silent again.

Lori didn't know that Marsal's mental control ability was rapidly declining and he was no longer able to do what he wanted.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have spent all his time studying those unorthodox ways that rely on external objects, and he wouldn't have let Leonard take away Pineapple, causing Gray Whale and the others to disband happily.

"Huff~Huff~" In the dark cave, the only sound left was Rebola's heavy breathing.

In Hong Kong Island, after Du Weiguo turned off the radio, he picked up the phone at hand and dialed a number.

"Hey, Pony, it's me."

  Hearing his voice, Xiao Ma Ge on the other end of the phone was surprised and happy:

"Sir, you are back to Hong Kong Island! Something happened to Master Zou~"

Du Weiguo interrupted him coldly:

"I understand. I'm at Baishawan Villa now. Call Rick in one hour, Uncle Nine~~"

One hour later, at 1 a.m., the living room of the villa was brightly lit.

Du Weiguo was sitting alone on a sofa, with his legs crossed and a cigarette in his mouth. The U-shaped sofa opposite him was crowded with people.

Three clearly divided groups.

Directly opposite them were Rick from the Sixth Bureau, his deputy, and a middle-aged white man in military uniform, a brigadier general, the second-in-command of the Hong Kong garrison, named Priss.

On the left, the Commissioner of Police of Hong Kong Island, Uncle Nine, and Xiao Liao.

On the right hand side are the leaders of the three major gangs in Hong Kong Island, Zhen Guolong, Xiang Qian, Zhixiong, and Wang Dong of Kowloon Walled City.

Of course, Du Weiguo is not alone. Behind him stand Xiao Ma Ge, Mao Aiyi, and a middle-aged man with a square face.

His name is Yang Li, the captain of the Zhongyi Hall law enforcement team. He is in charge of more than 300 brothers, half of whom have heavy weapons.

The people present here basically represent all the armed forces in Hong Kong Island, including the military, police, underworld, and society groups, both black and white, gathered here.

This is the scene when the evil god returns to his position, in charge of killing and all military leaders must bow down to him.

At this moment, if a shell were fired into this house, Hong Kong Island would immediately fall into a state of paralysis with no leader.

Seeing that most people had arrived, Du Weiguo put down his legs, extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray, and scanned each person present in turn with eyes without any emotion.

"I have called you all here so early. I have two questions to ask. First, who did this to Master Zou and Zhongyi Hall?"

"Sir, we have already found out that this matter was done by the group of incense burners from Meizhou."

Rick was the first to stand up.

There was no way around it. He had taken the initiative to take on this job, and now that something had gone wrong, he was naturally the first person responsible.

"Sit down and talk." Du Weiguo's tone was very calm, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

"Thank you, sir." Rick breathed a sigh of relief.

"Rick, as far as I know, the leader of the group of incense burners is dead, so who is the mastermind behind this attack?"

Rick broke out in a cold sweat.

"I'm sorry, sir, we are still investigating the main messenger."

Du Weiguo didn't get angry either, he just nodded without commenting: "How long will it take to find out?"

"Uh, a week at most."

Hearing this answer, Du Weiguo didn't say anything, but just glanced at him with a smile.

  Rick's expression froze, and he quickly changed his words:

"Three days, sir. Within three days, I will find out who is behind this!"

Du Weiguo raised his hand and looked at his watch:

"My stay in Hong Kong Island is limited. Rick, please help me. From now on, you have to find the person within 60 hours. Everyone present will cooperate with you."

  His tone was very polite, and sounded like a negotiation, but Rick did not dare to neglect it at all and answered solemnly:

"Yes, sir, I will do it!"

  "Okay, let's move on to the second thing." Du Weiguo nodded without saying anything, and his tone suddenly became stern:

"The streets are in chaos now. The short mule chased and hacked people who were burning incense in the street without asking any questions. Who the hell ordered this?"

As soon as these words came out, the leaders of the three major societies subconsciously looked at each other, and their expressions became obviously unnatural.

"Humph, this is the order from the Loyalty Hall backed by you, the God of Evil!"

Uncle Jiu said sarcastically.