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

Chapter 748

Beihan Mountain, at three o'clock in the morning, everything is silent, only the chilling north wind is still circling and roaring non-stop.

In the middle of the dense forest, there stands a lonely villa with four wide openings, like a haunted house. At this moment, on the second floor of the basement, there is a room where two superpowers are imprisoned. The candles have been extinguished, and it is pitch black. Five fingers.

In the darkness, there was only a little orange light flickering. Du Weiguo was lazily leaning on a wooden chair, with a cigarette in his mouth, half-closed his eyes, half-smiling, somewhat ruffian.

It was already past midnight, and Turgenev, a ruthless man from the Ministry of Internal Affairs who is known as the butcher on rainy nights, did not come, which was somewhat surprising.

According to the information provided by Reina, this guy is a typical radical hawk, acting recklessly, and is known as a top brat.

Is it because his information channels are lagging behind, and he didn't lock the position, or because he is weak and afraid of my combat power, he didn't dare to come to die at all?

Du Weiguo thought to himself, let out a long breath of smoke, and frowned slightly.

The Freemasons, who like to hide in the dark and make wind and rain, have never shown up, which is a bit unexpected.

This guy who can manipulate metal is extremely rare and very practical, and has a lot to do. The Freemasons should not ignore it. Could it be that they are brewing a big move that kills with one blow?

Du Weiguo crushed out the cigarette butt, and rubbed his fingers unconsciously. At this moment, his mind trembled suddenly, and his eyes went dark for a moment.

At the same time, in a coma, the motionless Night Demon groaned in pain, with nosebleeds profusely.

Night Demon is a typical mixed-race boy, about 16 or 7 years old, tall and thin, with black hair, yellow skin, dark eyes, three-dimensional and deep facial features, overall, he is a pretty boy.

Following the muffled snort, his facial expression twisted in pain, veins popped out on his forehead, large balls of blood overflowed from his nostrils, his mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't make a sound, looking very hideous.

Since his body below the neck was tightly bound with hemp rope, Night Demon's body could only tremble violently as if he had been electrocuted.

Du Weiguo shook his head, his mind had cleared up again, he glanced at him, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

Damn, you don't know how to live or die, but you still dare to secretly use mind control skills on me, committing crimes on your own, you can't live, what's the matter, have you been backlashed?
After a long while, Ye Mo's body finally stopped shaking, but the boy was not dead, just panting heavily like a fish out of water.

Oops, you are so talented, how did you not die after such a toss?Du Weiguo became interested and stared at him with great interest.

You must know that although the mental barrier is a passive defensive ability, it is extremely domineering. It is an ability user who has used mental power skills against Du Weiguo in the past.

Whether it was the old Immortal Lilong of Yabailong, or the crazy Shigeta Musashi invited by Jiuju's family, they were all directly killed by the backlash of the spiritual barrier.

Even the half-immortal big fox was seriously injured by the backlash when he used the tranquilizing spell. Moreover, Du Weiguo's barrier skills were only intermediate at that time.

Now that he is at an advanced level, under such circumstances, it is indeed a bit unexpected that this little guy resisted and survived.

Du Weiguo stood up slowly, walked slowly in front of Yemo, looked down at him with a smile on his face.

Half of this kid's face was stained red with blood at this moment, and he looked extremely miserable, but his eyes were staring at Du Weiguo in the darkness, extremely sharp, like a little wolf, shining undisguisedly. Hate the ray.

Du Weiguo became more interested, stretched out a finger, and waved it lightly in front of his eyes. Sure enough, through the movement of his eyeballs, it was easy to judge that this kid also had night vision ability.

Du Weiguo smacked his lips, and the smile on his face deepened: "Tsk, can you still have night vision? Interesting, no wonder the nickname is Night Demon?"

The boy Yemo didn't talk to him, but with all his strength, he spat a mouthful of blood on Du Weiguo's face, and naturally he dodged calmly.

Du Weiguo was not angry either, the smile on his face remained undiminished, and his tone was slow and narrow:
"Ha, your temper is quite strong, and your bones are still quite hard. Okay, since you don't have the desire to communicate, there is nothing you can do. I can only let you continue to sleep, and then send you to slice for research."

As he said that, Du Weiguo took out a syringe filled with dark blue liquid from behind, slowly pulled out the needle cap, and pretended to flick the needle tube.

"Don't worry, I'll give you a little more injection this time. With this dose, an elephant will have to sleep for a day and a night, and you will sleep to death immediately, ignorant and out of the sea of ​​suffering."

Du Weiguo was holding the syringe, with an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, and his words were secretive, just like the evil villain in the movie who died of talking too much.

As the needle of the syringe got closer and closer to the night devil's neck, a fine layer of spinous skin formed on his skin instantly, his body couldn't help shaking, his eyes rolled around, showing a flustered expression.

"Damn, you, what do you want to ask?"

After all, he was a child and couldn't bear the pressure. Night Demon finally spoke. His voice was hoarse, like a broken gong. He spoke authentic American English with an aggressive tone.

There was a strong teasing smile on Du Weiguo's face, but the movements of his hands did not stop at all, and the needle did not stop at all, piercing his neck silkily, without triggering it.

"You, you, don't you want to ask a question?"

Feeling the tingling pain on his neck, Ye Mo was completely flustered, his voice trembling uncontrollably. No matter who it was, thinking of the tragic end that he was about to be studied by slices, he would definitely not be able to calm down.

Du Weiguo's voice was calm: "What's your name?"

The Night Demon was no longer aggressive, and answered honestly: "Joseph, Josephine."

Du Weiguo raised his brows, and his tone was very casual: "Josekin, Paul King's son?"

Night Demon's eyes flickered, and his voice was muffled:

"No, I'm an orphan. When I was wandering in Atlanta, Paul King took me in. Can you pull out the needle first, I can't help coughing."

He is an interesting boy, Du Weiguo smiled, and slowly pulled out the needle from his neck, Ye Mo immediately coughed, and brought out a lot of blood foam.

It should be that the nosebleed just now choked into his mouth, and when he finally stopped coughing, Du Weiguo asked lightly:
"Want to drink water?"

Night Demon panted violently, with an unstoppable longing in his eyes, and replied with difficulty:

"Ahem, I think."

Du Weiguo turned around, picked up a white plastic bucket from the side of the chair, unscrewed the bottle, and poured a little water into his mouth. Joseph raised his head with difficulty and swallowed greedily.

It's a pity that Du Weiguo's grandson was extremely stingy, he only took a sip, and then stopped:

"You are a smart man, you should also know what my purpose is, tell me, where is the thing I want hidden?"

You must know that once a person is extremely hungry and thirsty, once he takes a sip of water, it will be difficult to continue to control his instinctive desires, and he will never be able to stop, and he can even hold himself to death.

But upon hearing this, Joseph immediately clenched his mouth tightly, swallowing non-stop, resisting the hunger and thirst like scratching his heart and liver.

Du Weiguo pouted and sneered:
"Heh! You're dead, right? Okay, you're quite loyal, yes, but it's useless. You must know that Paul Jin was also caught by me. It's meaningless for you to die."

Upon hearing this, Joseph's pupils trembled, and his tone was very anxious: "He~ he is not dead?"

Du Weiguo didn't speak immediately, but slowly put down the bucket, took out the cigarette case, and lit a cigarette. His tone was very casual, with a hint of sigh:
"Boy, I don't want to lie to you, I don't know if Paul King is dead or not, but his fate is already doomed.

There is no doubt that he must die. The moment he made this choice, the ending was already doomed, and no one could protect him. "

Du Weiguo is telling the truth, a sleazy guy like Paul Jin, whether it is a bald eagle or a bear, will deal with him mercilessly once he gets the design drawings and squeezes out the value.

As for the third party, whether it is England or the Rothschild family, the result is the same, the difference is not bad, at most it is just a few more days.

The human heart is not enough to swallow the elephant, and the desire is hard to fill. Once the limit of one's tolerance is broken, destruction becomes the only melody.

Joseph's eyes dimmed. Obviously, he had a mind and intelligence far beyond his peers, and understood what Du Weiguo meant.

After a while, Joseph gritted his teeth, slowly closed his eyes, and said in a resigned manner:
"Thank you, you didn't lie to me, but don't waste your energy, I won't say it even if I die, you send me to slice it."

A hint of undisguised admiration flashed in Du Weiguo's eyes. There are many excellent qualities in human beings, but what he likes and admires the most is loyalty.

"Joseph, how about a deal between us? A small deal."

Joseph frowned, squinted at him, and said in a cold tone, "What deal?"

Du Weiguo exhaled smoke: "I can drink as much water as you want, but you must promise not to control your neighbors next door."

Joseph subconsciously glanced at the dead dog-like metal operator next to him from the corner of his eye, with a contemptuous expression on his face:

"He's passed out, he doesn't even have a brain wave, and I can't do anything even if I want to control it."

Sure enough, mind control is not omnipotent, and there are strict conditions and restrictions. Du Weiguo was so curious that he blurted out a question:
"Joseph, if you are turned into a vegetable by the mind control ability, can you wake it up?"

"Ok?"

Joseph was very surprised:

"Turned into a vegetable by the mind control ability, have you met other people with the same abilities as me?"

Du Weiguo frowned, his tone turned cold instantly:
"Joseph, you haven't answered my question yet, you have to be clear, the relationship between us is not an equal dialogue relationship."

Joseph's eyes flickered, he was silent for a while, and then said in a hoarse voice:

"You just said that as long as I don't control him, you can let me drink water as much as I want, and the question you just asked is additional."

This kid is quite cunning, and Du Weiguo laughed angrily:

"Hehe, that's right, you are right, you did promise that you can drink water, but I can't say the time, I can give you water in a few minutes, 10 minutes, or even a few hours later."

Joseph's chest heaved violently, and the veins on his forehead burst out. He was obviously very angry, but now he was a fish on the chopping board and could only be slaughtered.

After a long while, he seemed to be angry, and said sullenly:

"If it's not brain-dead, I can wake up. When I was wandering in the United States, I did similar things. What I said was the truth and I didn't lie."

Joseph's tone was a little subdued. In fact, now that Caiyu has been rescued by the big fox, Du Weiguo is convinced of this, and he is just curious about Joseph's ability.

Du Weiguo flicked the cigarette butt: "Okay, I will abide by the agreement and give you water."

When the sky was getting dark, Du Weiguo had already figured out the situation of this night devil. After all, he was still young, although he was smart, he had not yet involved in social routines, and he couldn't beat Du Weiguo, an old fox.

Joseph is an abandoned baby. He is 17 years old. He grew up in a state orphanage in Georgia. He awakened his abilities when he was 10 years old.

At the age of 13, he used his abilities to kill a perverted couple in a foster family, and then began to wander, eating and sleeping in the open.

At the age of 15, he contracted the flu and had a persistent high fever. He fell ill in the suburbs of Atlanta and was rescued and adopted by Paul King who was passing by at the time.

Last year, since Paul King accidentally discovered that Joseph possessed such a heaven-defying ability to control the mind, he suddenly became greedy, and only then did the following story emerge.

Although Du Weiguo didn't know 100% of Arthur's ability, he could already preliminarily judge that it was very similar to the nightmare dragon he encountered in Shanghai.

His ability is mind control, which can be remotely controlled and shared vision, similar to the possession of wild immortals, and can also be group controlled. The specific number of people and the distance are unknown.

"Damn, isn't this kid the illegitimate son of that dead ghost, Yanlong, who doesn't even know about it? Then I'm his father-killing enemy.

In addition, now that I have captured Paul King, it is equivalent to killing his adoptive father in a different direction. Damn, isn't this a bloody feud? "

After listening to his statement, Du Weiguo was thinking wildly in his heart, but did not speak. Joseph suddenly asked quietly:
"You, what do you want to do with me? Kill me, or send me to be sliced ​​for research?"

Du Weiguo regained his senses, shook his head, suppressed the complicated thoughts in his mind, and smiled freely:
"Actually, it doesn't have to be sliced. In the dark world, there are also mysterious organizations composed of some capable people, such as your next-door neighbor, he is."

"You too, right, and you're very good, who do you work for, the CIA, Soviet Russia, the Ministry of the Interior, MI?"

The child Joseph is indeed very smart, he pointed out the problem sharply, and asked sharply, Du Weiguo did not shy away from it, telling the truth:
"I'm indeed a capable person, but I'm a free man, and I just occasionally play a guest role as a mercenary based on my preferences. This order is for MI."

Joseph's tone became a little urgent, and he asked anxiously, "Free man? Then where is the organization you belong to?"

Just as Du Weiguo was about to speak, his eyes suddenly sharpened, his brows furrowed, and his ears moved undetectably. Since his measurements have been greatly improved, his hearing has also improved, far exceeding ordinary people.

Outside the villa, footsteps sounded not far away. The distance was very close, and there were a lot of people. I couldn't tell the exact number, but it was definitely no less than 3 or 5.

Joseph's eyes also flickered suddenly, and Du Weiguo teased:

"Okay, Joseph, don't think about it, it's a waste of effort, it's impossible for them to rush here, you should sleep for a while."

Du Weiguo got up and put his finger on Joseph's neck casually. He rolled his eyes immediately and passed out cleanly.

"Damn it, this Turgenev really has a hard head. He made a surprise attack at dawn and ignored my warning. Okay, let's see some blood. I just talk and don't practice. People think the young master is a fucking trick .”

While talking to himself, Du Weiguo walked up the steps calmly, and there was a dense bush about 10 meters away from the villa.

Several sturdy figures with black hoods were squatting behind the bushes, checking the weapons in their hands for the last time.

Among the team, there was an exceptionally burly man holding an Uzi submachine gun. Even through a hood, just looking at his pair of cold blue eyes exposed outside would make him shudder, like falling into an ice cave.

He is the third director of Mao Xiong's Ministry of Internal Affairs, the famous rainy night butcher.

This guy is an out-and-out ruthless guy, born in Stalingrad, and he was just an ignorant teenager during World War II.

In the purgatory that was like a grindstone of flesh and blood at that time, he survived abruptly. At the age of 17, he went to Berlin with the army, and also visited the Far East and China.

In 1950, he was specially recruited into the Ministry of Internal Affairs. He got the title of "Rainy Night Butcher" in 1953, which was a year of bloody storms. It is impossible to say the specific historical background.

Anyway, this guy is an out-and-out ruthless person. It is said that he personally executed and killed no less than a thousand enemies, and he is a real human butcher.

At this moment, Turgenev stared at the dark villa close at hand, his eyes flickering, and he raised a hand, but it never fell down, and gave an attack command.

Years of tossing between life and death had allowed him to develop an extremely keen fighting intuition. Turgenev had a very strong premonition that the moment his hand fell was the moment of his death.

(End of this chapter)