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

Chapter 736 Enough Benefits

Paramaribo, this awkward name, is the capital and largest city of Suriname, a small country in South America.

According to official statistics last year, the city of Paramaribo has a total resident population of less than 30, which is not even as good as a medium-sized county in Huaxia.

However, this is not the case in fact. The city's population is far more than 30, or even doubled.

Suriname is very evil. Due to various historical reasons, the number of smuggled people and black households is far more than the normal population and local indigenous people.

The government is weak and powerless, so it can only open its eyes and close its eyes, making money in a muffled voice. It feels a little bit illegal, even in later generations.

At 8: in the morning, in the south of Paramaribo, at the entrance of a white three-story building similar to the Republic of China School.

Standing at the bottom of the steps, Du Weiguo looked up at the majestic gate with great interest. On the lintel hung a plaque with three gilded characters, Guangyi Hall.

On both sides of the main entrance, there are also two couplets hanging. On the left is Guanglian Shengqi, and on the right is Yiguan Huayang, with iron hooks and silver paintings, which are extraordinary in momentum.

The entire urban area of ​​Paramaribo is dilapidated. Most of the houses are dilapidated wooden shacks. Basically, they are dirt roads and muddy. It looks like a small town in the Republic of China.

The road in front of the Guangyi Hall is paved with asphalt. It is one of the few decent buildings in the city, even compared with the Governor's Palace built by the Dutch.

To be honest, Du Weiguo really didn't know that the influence of the Chinese in an unknown small country in South America thousands of miles away could be so strong.

Du Weiguo withdrew his gaze and walked up the steps steadily. As soon as he reached the door, a capable young man in a white gown greeted him from inside, sizing him up with a little scrutiny in his eyes.

Du Weiguo is now wearing a black silk shirt, trousers of the same fabric, and a pair of leather slippers on his feet. This outfit looks a bit ambiguous and nondescript, and it is difficult to distinguish his identity.

The young man said calmly, "Who are you looking for?"

He speaks Hakka, which is the dialect of Guangdong and Guangxi. Du Weiguo can barely understand it after staying in Hong Kong Island for more than half a year.

"I'm looking for Zhang Huihai, Mr. Zhang."

Du Weiguo spoke Cantonese, with a casual but still polite tone. The young man's expression immediately turned serious. Zhang Huihai was the leader of the Guangyi Hall, with a high position and authority. The locals called him Lord Hai, or the head of the hall.

The title of Mr. Zhang is very interesting. Although it is still respectful, it is indeed an equivalent title.

Especially Du Wei Guofeng was handsome and handsome, and the young man couldn't tell his identity, so he dared not ignore him, and his tone couldn't help but become solemn.

"This gentleman, what is your name, where do you come from? What can I do with Mr. Zhang?"

Du Weiguo's tone was calm and concise: "I am from Kuiana, Mr. Zhong's special envoy."

"Sigh~"

Hearing this, the young man gasped subconsciously. Kuiana is a small country next to Suriname.

And Mr. Zhong is a great big man, the actual controller of Kuiana. A few years later, Kuiana officially established the country, and he was the first president and the first Chinese president in America in history. Open up the world.

In the shadow of a famous tree, the young man's posture immediately became respectful, bowed his waist and stretched out his hand, and made a gesture of please:
"Sorry, sir, I didn't know your identity before, so I was negligent, please come in, I will report to Mr. Zhang right away."

The young man led Du Weiguo to a room similar to a reception room, and ordered a woman in the room to serve him tea.

The young man was just about to turn around and go out when he suddenly thought of something, stopped his movements, and looked slightly embarrassed:
"Sir, according to the rules, I need~"

Du Weiguo nodded with a smile, and opened his arms actively: "It's okay, I understand."

There was a trace of gratitude on the young man's face, but he still searched Du Weiguo's body meticulously, and then turned and left with confidence.

Du Weiguo sat calmly on a rattan chair. The woman in the reception room was about 30 years old, with a pretty appearance, and she cleaned up neatly.

She quickly brought a cup of American black tea, put it gently on the coffee table, then leaned over and waited beside the coffee table, lowered her eyebrows and asked softly:
"Sir, would you like a cigarette? We have cigars here."

"Thank you, I'll just smoke my own."

Du Weiguo replied in a flat tone, took out the Shoubainian in his trouser pocket, and pulled out a cigarette, and the woman immediately took out a match to help him light it, with a humble tone:
"Sir, is there anything else you need?"

"You're welcome, go get busy."

Du Weiguo waved his hand, and the woman immediately got up to salute, and then slowly retreated to the door, standing with her hands down, without looking up at Du Weiguo the whole time.

Obviously, this woman's behavior is still the same as that of servants in the period of the Republic of China. Du Weiguo thought to himself, this Mr. Zhang is probably a old-fashioned guy.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps at the door of the reception room, Du Weiguo couldn't help raising his eyebrows, put out his cigarette butt and stood up, because the footsteps were not from one person, but three people.

The half-hidden room door was pushed open by the young man in the lead, followed by a middle-aged man about 40 years old. He was not tall and had an ordinary appearance, but he had a good temperament.

Behind the middle-aged man was a tall, bearded man with a steady footsteps. He had a murderous air about him. Judging by his steps, he should be from the military.

The middle-aged man took big strides, quickened his pace, walked straight to Du Weiguo, and stretched out his hand enthusiastically:

"Hello, I'm Zhang Huihai, I'm the head of the Guangyi Hall. May I ask this gentleman, what's your name?"

Du Weiguo didn't expect him to be so young, there was a flash of astonishment in his eyes, but he adjusted in an instant.

Da Fangfang reached out to shake his hand, and said in a very calm tone, "Hello, Mr. Zhang, my name is Wesley."

Hearing Du Weiguo's self-introduction, Zhang Huihai frowned slightly. This guy actually used a foreign name, and it was probably a pseudonym.

However, Zhang Huihai is also an old Jianghu, who has experienced strong winds and waves, and did not show any obvious emotions, and his tone was still gentle:
"Mr. Wesley, hello, I heard that you are the representative of Mr. Zhong, and you are here. What can I do for you?"

Du Weiguo glanced at the other people in the room, just smiled and didn't speak, the meaning was self-evident.

Hearing this, the bearded man frowned immediately, and took a step forward. Zhang Huihai's eyes flickered, and after pondering for a while, he waved his hand at him:

"Ajiao, you guys go out first and close the door."

The bearded man named Ajiao frowned, with a dignified expression, and called out impatiently: "Master!"

Zhang Huihai had already made up his mind at this moment, and said with a smile: "Ajiao, it's okay, the old man is still alive, if the sky won't fall, you all step back."

The bearded man gave Du Weiguo a hard look, and angrily pulled the young people back out, closing the door heavily.

Du Weiguo didn't know, he didn't know what drama was going on between them at all, but he didn't care, he lighted another cigarette carelessly, sat on the chair, and handed the cigarette case to Zhang Huihai :

"Mr. Zhang, do you smoke?"

Seeing the longevity cigarettes with golden mouth and black stem, Zhang Huihai couldn't help raising his eyebrows, took out one, and rubbed the delicate cigarette stem, with a slightly teasing tone:

"As far as I know, Mr. Zhong's life has always been simple, but Mr. Wesley has great taste?"

While talking, Zhang Huihai also slowly sat across from Du Weiguo, with a calm demeanor.

With a smile on his face, Du Weiguo took out his lighter, and after helping him light a cigarette, he went straight to the point without ink stains:

"Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry, I'm not from Mr. Zhong, nor from Kuiana. I came to Suriname Guangyi Church this time to ask for something."

Zhang Huihai seemed to have expected this long ago, exhaled smoke slowly, nodded, and said in an unhurried tone:

"I don't know if Mr. Wesley has something to ask our Guangyi Hall."

Du Weiguo exhaled smoke, and said in a calm tone:

"The evening before yesterday, around 7 o'clock, a small plane belonging to Citigroup CIA took off from Bolivar and landed in Paramaribo. I want to know where they are going."

Zhang Huihai's face changed in an instant, his pupils contracted uncontrollably, and he actually had some hidden plans in his heart.

He thought that Du Weiguo was a great speculator who traveled across the ocean to Suriname to seek a living.

Zhang Huihai's personal bodyguard, Ajiao, was such a person, but he never expected that this young man would shake the world with his mouth.

Citigroup once occupied Suriname during World War II, and the reason why their Zhang family was able to stand tall in Suriname was because Citigroup and the Dutch had a good relationship, and they barely maintained it.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wesley, I'm afraid our Guangyi Hall is powerless in this matter, ah~"

Just as Zhang Huihai was about to stand up and summon the bearded man waiting outside the door, his voice suddenly stopped. It wasn't that Du Weiguo attacked him, but he just raised his eyes and glanced at him casually.

Just at this glance, Zhang Huihai suddenly felt a fatal threat, as if he was stared at the throat by a beast for an instant, as if falling into an abyss, his body was stiff, and he didn't even dare to move.

To this day, Du Weiguo's evil spirit has been completely cultivated, between the virtual and the real, if he does his best, even a look can defeat the consciousness of ordinary people.

Du Weiguo crushed the cigarette butts slowly, his tone was still calm:

"Sorry, Mr. Zhang, my time is limited, this favor, you have to help, you have to help, and I have to know right away."

Zhang Huihai suppressed the fear in his heart, his voice trembling slightly:

"Mr. Wesley, I really don't know where they are going. Our Guangyi Hall is just a private chamber of commerce and has never participated in these political acts."

Du Weiguo sneered:
"Heh, Mr. Zhang, Ming people don't speak in secret, so it's boring for you to do this. We are all descendants of Yan and Huang. We all come from the same line. I don't want to make things difficult for you. I just need the address."

The vigorous evil spirit rising from Du Weiguo's body, vaguely present, envelops Zhang Huihai's body like an illusion.

In such a hot weather, he felt cold all over, and couldn't help shivering, his voice trembled and his tone stammered:
"If I tell you the address, I will offend the Citigroupers. By then, our Guangyi Hall will be finished. Mr. Wesley, what exactly do you want, we~"

Du Weiguo felt a little impatient, raised his eyebrows like a sword out of its sheath, and pressed his palm hard, his tone became harsh:

"Don't talk nonsense, I want the address. I am here this time, not to kill people, but to save people. If you offend Citi, you may feel uncomfortable for a few days, but if you offend me, your mouth will be completely destroyed today. disappear."

Accompanied by Du Weiguo's gesture, the evil spirit emanating from his body also condensed suddenly, like a big hand of ice, ruthlessly grasping Zhang Huihai's body.

His face instantly turned pale, his body was stiff, bitingly cold, and he felt a strong sense of suffocation.

At 10:5 a.m., an officer’s villa on the outskirts of Paramaribo, kilometers north of the Citigroup base.

In the living room, a middle-aged man with blue eyes, hooked nose, and deep nasolabial folds put down the phone with a sinister expression.

Seeing Du Weiguo's gloomy expression, White, who had followed Du Weiguo in Bolivar, couldn't help asking:
"Howard, what's going on?"

Hooked-nosed Howard frowned, glared at White, and said in a low voice, not feeling angry:

"White, remember, you will call me Officer Howard in the future, I am not your friend."

"Yes, sir, what is the situation on Bolivar's side? What is our next specific plan?"

White's face was flushed, and he suppressed his anger, and asked word by word. Howard's eyes flickered, and his tone became more and more low:
"14 hours ago, Pippen was assassinated in the small town of Kakanuman, and two berets were also knocked out together, and an armed speedboat was stolen."

White was startled and almost blurted out:

"Sure enough, that guy came back alive from the land left behind by God. ASIA7 is an extremely dangerous person. Sir, we should take Reina out of here immediately and return to the headquarters."

Before in Bolivar, Du Weiguo's number was still ASIA8, but now it has become ASIA7, which obviously means that his ranking has risen. Hearing this, Howard immediately became furious and roared loudly:
"White, you coward, I'm the officer, I don't need you to teach me how to do things, we are next to the military base.

No matter how powerful he is, can he be strong and powerful?Besides, he landed in America for the first time, how could he find us? "

Just as White was about to refute, he suddenly heard a "crash", which was the sound of glass breaking, before he could react.

In a blink of an eye, a gray-black pebble flew towards him screaming, the speed was unbelievably fast, and there was no way to dodge it.

"Bang!" White saw blood on his forehead, and his eyes went black very simply. Before he fainted, he vaguely saw Howard, just like him, was hit on the forehead by a stone and fell on his back.

In the next second, Du Weiguo suddenly appeared in the room. At this moment, several agents who were resting and waiting on the second floor of the villa heard a strange noise downstairs.

With the weapon in hand, he quickly ran downstairs to check, but the result was the same. He was hit by a flying stone before he even saw anyone, and he fell to the ground neatly.

Three minutes later, in the basement of the villa, Du Weiguo found Lei Na, who was tied to a chair by Wu Huada and looked haggard.

Reina was disheveled, but her clothes were fairly neat, and there were no obvious scars on her body, so she should not have been abused.

The moment she saw Du Weiguo, Leina's big blue eyes were filled with tears, and she was so excited that she couldn't help herself, sobbing bursts of tears.

With a flash of cold light, the ropes on Lei Na's body, including the handcuffs, were cut off by the sharp little Tang knife, and Lei Na, who broke free from the shackles, flew into Du Weiguo's arms like a bird flying into the forest, crying like a spring, crying like a mess .

Du Weiguo angrily helped her tear off the cloth strips on her lips, brushed her messy red hair, patted her on the back, and teased in a warm voice:

"No way, Reina, you are an elite agent of MI, the famous Belcher sea snake, why are you still crying?"

Leina hammered him angrily, and Lihua sobbed with rain, her tone choked:
"Wesley, I knew that you would come to save me. I'm sorry, because of me, you were involved again. This time I was betrayed by my own people."

Du Weiguo patted her breasts with a smile:

"Well, I know, it's the half-breed Pippen, right? Don't worry, I've killed him and thrown him into the river to feed the fish."

Lei Na wiped her eyes vigorously and shook her head, as if she didn't want to continue this topic, she took Du Weiguo's arm and looked up and down:

"Wesley, those vengeful Citigroupers must have laid a net in Kakanuman, are you alright?"

Du Weiguo scratched her nose and said arrogantly:
"It's just a group of chickens and dogs, how could it hurt me, but that forest is really dangerous, and I escaped by narrow chance."

Reina's eyes dimmed, and she sighed:
"It's good that you are safe and sound. If you fail the mission, you will fail. At worst, I won't do it."

"Whoever said that the mission failed, I have said it. Although I am expensive, I have always had a good reputation and the mission will be achieved."

Du Weiguo took out the microfilm, shook it lightly in front of Lei Na's eyes, raised his eyebrows, and said in a playful tone, Lei Na's eyes instantly became extremely bright, and she almost screamed out of excitement.

She was about to reach out to take it, but Du Weiguo quickly put it away, and stroked her still somewhat disheveled hair:

"Leina, this mission is far more dangerous than imagined. In addition to having to add money, you also have to get enough benefits to pay for it."

"benefit?"

Leina's eyes flickered, her expression wandered, thoughtful, Du Weiguo said with a smile:
"That's right, Quiana is a pretty good place, blessed with a very good sea outlet, which can radiate North America and the whole of Europe and Africa.

Moreover, it is adjacent to Citigroup's military flag base, and there is no shortage of consumers who have been taken advantage of. Should we consider doing some business? "

(End of this chapter)