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

"Is there trouble in the Arctic Ocean?"

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo was taken aback for a moment, then his brows furrowed.

"Yes," Natasha replied with just one word.

She glanced around and realized the situation might be serious; she didn't want others to know the details.

What could possibly be going on in the Arctic Ocean? Something that would make Natasha travel all this way in person must be a suspected alien site hidden deep in the ocean.

As originally agreed, Du Weiguo was supposed to work with the KGB this summer to explore and attempt to develop the site.

To this end, Natasha had personally gone to the Arctic Circle more than half a year ago to oversee the construction of a covert offshore drilling platform.

However, that bastard Du Weiguo stood him up.

Autumn has already arrived, and in about half a month, the Arctic Ocean will begin to freeze over.

The reason he broke his promise was not because he was so infatuated with A-Zhi's tenderness, nor because he had forgotten about the matter.

The main reason was that he had a vague intuition that once he entered this site, there was a high probability that unpredictable or uncontrollable situations would occur.

He might not die, but it will definitely make him suffer terribly.

Having come this far through countless trials and tribulations, Du Weiguo would never, and dare not, ignore this sudden, almost divine premonition.

That's why he didn't keep his promise.

"Hu Da, please arrange for everyone to rest first. I have some things to discuss with Natasha, important matters."

Fearing that Miss Hu might get jealous, Du Weiguo made a point of emphasizing this, of course, also for the other women present to hear.

"Du Da, what's wrong? Can I listen in?"

There were quite a few people present, including outsiders, so Miss Hu's words were quite mild.

At this moment, apart from a few who were completely blacked out, the rest of the people were almost all sober and were all looking over here with wide eyes. There was not a trace of sleepiness left.
Du Weiguo thought for a moment before speaking in a deep voice:

“Hu Da, of course you can listen too. I have no secrets from you.”

Upon hearing this, Miss Hu smiled, her expression as bright as a hundred flowers in bloom. However, Du Weiguo's next words made her face fall again.

"However, I don't want you involved in what happened today."

His voice was calm, but his tone was slightly solemn, with a hint of unquestionable authority.

Miss Hu frowned, said nothing, but gave Natasha a cold glance, with a dark red light constantly rolling and churning in her eyes.

At that moment, she had an impulse to gouge out this foreign woman's brain and find out what was going on.

Du Weiguo immediately saw through her thoughts, shook his head almost imperceptibly, and repeated himself with emphasis.

“Hu Da, I said you can listen along, but I don’t want you involved in this matter.”

He really didn't want Miss Hu to be involved in the exploration of the underwater ruins. This matter could be a great opportunity, but it could also be a great terror.

He vividly remembered his experience on Alcatraz Island. If Miss Hu had also been trapped on that island, her fate would have been uncertain.

Her overall combat strength surpasses Merlin's, but her self-healing ability is far inferior. She will most likely not survive the final annihilation self-destruction.

However, given Miss Hu's strong-willed nature, once she learns the details of the underwater ruins, she will definitely get involved, and no one can stop her.

"Tch! If they don't want to listen, they don't want to listen. What's the big deal?"

After a good ten seconds, Miss Hu finally snorted and waved her hand dismissively.

Despite her strong personality and constant bickering with Du Weiguo, when it comes to real conflict, Miss Hu will never go against his wishes.

Du Weiguo took Natasha to the fourth floor, to Miss Hu's private study.

This study has been specially modified, with extra-thick doors and walls that are not only bulletproof and fireproof, but also have several layers of soundproofing panels.

The others dared not disobey Du Weiguo and all went back to their rooms to rest. Only Parma stayed behind. He approached Miss Hu and tentatively asked:

"Boss lady~" he said softly, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

However, Miss Hu understood his meaning. That study could block other people from eavesdropping, but it couldn't stop him.

As the saying goes, "Old people are shrewd, and old horses are cunning," and this old blind man, Parma, was well-versed in the ways of survival.

Although Du Weiguo was his boss, he assigned him to Persia, so Miss Hu was his benefactor.

His abilities are somewhat unconventional, and he doesn't usually have many opportunities to showcase them. So when an opportunity does arise, he naturally wants to seize it.

The key point is that Parma is clear about one thing: even if Du Weiguo finds out, with Miss Hu protecting him, he won't be upset; at most, he'll get a scolding.

"Never mind." Miss Hu shook her head, took out a box of Kunpeng CEO products, and stuffed it into his pocket.

“Since he doesn’t want me to participate, he must have his reasons. Parma, you’re very thoughtful. Go and rest.”

"Okay, thank you boss lady."

Parma immediately smiled, revealing a row of big yellow teeth. This old blind man was addicted to smoking, and especially fond of the soft and fragrant Kunpeng CEO.

In the study, Du Weiguo lit a cigarette and asked in a deep voice:
"Tell me, what exactly happened in the Arctic Ocean?"

Natasha didn't waste any time, adopting a businesslike attitude:
"Two weeks ago, we detected a radio signal suddenly appearing at the underwater ruins, with a frequency of once every 8 hours, which has continued uninterrupted."

"Radio signals? Radio waves?" Du Weiguo's expression immediately turned serious.

“Yes.” Natasha nodded.

"Where are the radio waves destined?"

"Outer space, in the direction of the Orion Nebula."

"What about the content? Can it be converted and deciphered?"

“No!” Natasha replied without hesitation.
"The frequency of the radio signal is in the gigahertz range, far exceeding any telecommunications technology currently known on Earth."

At this point, a barely suppressed fervor suddenly shone in her eyes:

“Wesley, the situation is now quite clear. The underwater ruins must have been left by an extraterrestrial civilization. This is beyond doubt.”

"Moreover, the remains may very well still exist in the living body!"

Currently, the gigahertz technology is still only a theoretical concept and will not be applied until decades later.

No wonder Natasha was so excited. Putting everything else aside, if the Russians could master the gigahertz frequency band telecommunications technology, they could crush the US and dominate the world in no time.

As it is now, even if radio signals are monitored and intercepted, they cannot be deciphered, which is equivalent to being blind.

In modern warfare, information is becoming increasingly important. Just look at Iraq's fate in the Gulf War to see what happens when you're blind to information.

How can it be such a bad word?
Moreover, there is a high possibility that living beings exist in the ruins now, living aliens. What a terrifying technological treasure this would be.
It is enough to propel Earth's civilization from the electrical age to the interstellar age.

Du Weiguo, however, showed no excitement; his brows were furrowed, and his expression grew increasingly serious.
"Besides radio signals, what other situation is there?"

Natasha blinked, a barely perceptible unease in her expression. "No, the ruins are very peaceful." "Peaceful?"

Du Weiguo keenly caught the fleeting hint of guilt in her eyes, and his eyes narrowed slightly:

"Did you take any special actions before the radio waves appeared?"

"Uh~" Upon hearing this question, Natasha subconsciously licked her lips and waited a few seconds before speaking.

"Indeed, in early August, our Oscar-class submarines launched some probing attacks on the perimeter of the ruins."

Du Weiguo immediately guessed the reason: because he had broken his promise, the KGB wanted to see if he could carry out the exploration on his own.

"Heh~ You guys are in such a hurry?" He curled his lip, a half-smile on his face.
"So, this gigahertz-level radio signal only appeared after you attacked the ruins?"

"That's absolutely true." It was the truth, and Natasha couldn't and dared not deny it.

"Did you use the big pineapple?" Du Weiguo's eyes were icy, and his face was ashen.

Natasha looked slightly flustered; she hadn't expected Du Weiguo to react so quickly, but she dared not lie.
"Yes, it was used, but only a very small-yield miniature nuclear warhead."

With a long exhale of smoke, Du Weiguo slowly extinguished the cigarette with his fingers.

"To put it bluntly, if there really are living aliens in the ruins, were they awakened by you using the giant pineapple? And this radio wave sent into outer space is very likely a distress signal."

He paused, then said, word by word:

"Of course, it could also be a marker for invading Earth, an interstellar anchor."

Natasha's face turned extremely pale, and her eyes were somewhat vacant. She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word in defense.

Du Weiguo's inference is almost identical to the conclusions drawn by the Russian Central Spacecraft Administration.

Glancing at her, Du Weiguo tapped the desk with his finger and said jokingly:
“You’ve caused trouble, and now you want me to take the blame and clean up your mess, which is why you rushed to Kayseri to find me.”

"Damn it, do you think I'm some kind of innocent victim? Who the hell gave you the nerve? Get the hell out of here! Clean up your own mess!"

When he curses, a menacing aura suddenly rises from his body.

By now, Du Weiguo's malevolent aura had materialized, causing the temperature in the study to plummet and become visibly covered in frost.

Facing the menacing aura, Natasha felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave. She instinctively leaned back in her chair, and her first reaction was to turn and run.

But just as she was about to get up, she suddenly remembered that this mission was jointly issued by KGB chief Nikonov and Soviet leader Brezhnev.

Only success is allowed, no failure is allowed!
"Wesley, you, you don't have to get agitated. I, I'm not your enemy," she said, trying to stay calm.

"The current situation is already a fait accompli. If the root cause cannot be found and the problem not solved as soon as possible, it is very likely to turn into a disaster for all mankind."

"Hehehe~ Well, you've even learned how to use moral blackmail now?" Du Weiguo was so angry that he laughed.

"So what if it's a disaster for all of humanity? Even if humanity is wiped out by aliens, I'm determined to lead my brothers to live on."

He wasn't just bragging; aliens are nothing to him. He's killed them before.

He even had a faint hope that the Russians would attract aliens of the Ironblood type, or those of a lower level of civilization.

As long as they belong to the category of carbon-based life forms, he can lead his henchmen of the Fiends to slaughter them as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

No matter how many come, we will wipe them all out; we are absolutely certain of that.

As for more advanced cosmic civilizations, the possibility is slim. Earth, a remote and impoverished place with only a level 0.7 civilization, wouldn't even warrant a second glance from a level 3 or higher civilization.

Just like how greedy the United States of America might be, it wouldn't set its sights on an anthill in the Sahara Desert, much less send troops to attack it.

It's a huge loss.

"Wesley~" Natasha was still not giving up.

"Shut up!" Du Weiguo interrupted coldly.

“Natasha, for the sake of our past relationship, I won’t make things difficult for you. Before I change my mind, hurry back to Moscow.”

Thinking of the terrible consequences of mission failure, Natasha's eyes filled with sorrow, and she forgot her current predicament.

"I'm not leaving, Wesley. If I just leave like this..."

"Stop talking nonsense, I get angry just looking at you, get lost!" Du Weiguo interrupted impatiently again.

“I will personally scold that bastard Nikonov. You will not be the scapegoat. Besides, with your small stature, you cannot bear such a big responsibility.”

"Thank you, Wesley." Upon hearing this, Natasha breathed a sigh of relief and hugged him tightly.

Come in a hurry, go in a hurry.

Natasha flew for dozens of hours to get here and waited for most of the night, only to be kicked out after less than half an hour of meeting with Du Weiguo.

"Du Da~"

Natasha had just come downstairs, and Du Weiguo had only lit a cigarette but hadn't even taken a puff when Miss Hu pushed the door open and walked in without any interruption.

"Sigh~" Du Weiguo sighed helplessly and slumped back in his chair.

"Brother Hu, I've already told you~"

"Stop! Nobody wants to know your dirty secrets, and your dog's awake!"

Miss Hu bluntly retorted, shutting down all his complaints.

"Huh? Nightmare's awake. Let's go check it out!" Du Weiguo excitedly jumped up.

The mansion of Miss Hu has an extremely long secret passage connecting the basement, which is 3 kilometers long, and there is more than one exit.

One of the exits is located at the halal slaughterhouse in the south of the city.

When Du Weiguo found Nightmare, it was having its meal in the cattle farm, surrounded by more than a dozen Simmental cattle that had been sucked dry.

These beef cattle, which can weigh up to 2000 jin (1,000 catties) when they grow up, have now been sucked dry by Nightmare, leaving them with nothing but skin and bones, not even 200 jin (100 catties) left.

Despite absorbing over ten tons of flesh and blood, Nightmare is only slightly larger than an ordinary Weimaraner.

Upon seeing Du Weiguo, Nightmare's flowery tail suddenly snapped back, and it charged towards him with boundless joy.

"Boom boom boom~"

As it ran, the entire slaughterhouse shook violently, and for a moment it felt as if a tank was charging towards it at an unbelievable speed.

"Stop! Stop! Stop right now!"

In an instant, Du Weiguo felt a chill run down his spine and sensed a danger. He quickly shouted to stop him.

The next instant, Nightmare stopped just a meter in front of Du Weiguo, wagging its tail vigorously, a fawning expression on its dog face.

"Master, I've become even more powerful!"

At the same time, the long-lost, genderless voice rang in Du Weiguo's mind once again; Nightmare could communicate directly through consciousness again. (End of Chapter)