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

Chapter 1119 The Hammer of Power

Guo Hanhong, Lei Qianjun and Chen Jiansheng were all Du Weiguo's former close friends and subordinates, and they were also the few people he cared about.

Now they are trapped in India, with no one to be found alive or dead, and this situation makes Du Weiguo very anxious.

However, no matter how worried he is, Du Weiguo cannot leave Moscow now. It's not that he is hard-hearted, but he has to prioritize.

Things on the Soviet side are the most urgent and important at the moment, so they naturally have to be given top priority.

Even if the problem here was resolved, Du Weiguo had no time to rescue Lao Guo and the others. The second priority was to kill Marsal as soon as possible.

This old silver coin was lurking in the dark like a poisonous snake, and he had also gathered a group of people with special abilities. This made Du Weiguo feel like a thorn in his side and he felt quite uneasy.

As for the Soviet Union, a result must be determined as soon as possible.

Mikhail, the old Biden, must die! Nikonov must also return to power and remain the head of the KGB, continuing to provide him with strong support.

And those few people with special abilities from the CIA who colluded with Mikhail to deal with him, every one of them must die.

Things have evolved to the situation today, and there is no way back. The winner, the loser, the life or death must be determined.

"Du Da, what are you going to do now?"

Seeing that Du Weiguo had regained his composure, Miss Hu nudged him with her shoulder and asked softly.

"Whoo~"

Du Weiguo exhaled a stream of smoke that was as long as an arrow, and then he extinguished the cigarette butt. His tone suddenly became a little rogue:

"What should I do? Damn it, I plan to take a nap first, and then go out and kill people after dark!"

"Sleep? Are you still in the mood to sleep at this time? Are you really not going to care about those old acquaintances in the old city?" Miss Hu was a little surprised.

  Du Weiguo shrugged, his expression extremely helpless:

"How can I manage it? Although my nickname is the God of Death, I am not a real god who can split into two places. When human power is limited, I can't manage it. What can I do? I can only leave it to fate."

After saying that, Du Weiguo turned around and left without looking back. His back looked very free and easy.

  No one knew that at this moment he sighed in his heart and silently said:

"Lao Lei, Gou Sheng, don't blame me for being cruel. It's really impossible to do anything. I just hope that Shopkeeper Yu can act quickly enough, and I also hope that good luck will come to you."

As a person in a high position, the first thing you have to learn is to make trade-offs and choices. To this day, Du Weiguo has also deeply experienced what it means to put the overall situation first.

Not to mention Du Weiguo's troubles hiding deep in the underground bunker, during this period of time, the city of Moscow on the ground was in complete chaos.

Brezhnev, the current top leader of the Soviet Union, who was temporarily in Yekaterinburg to inspect the troops, heard that Moscow had undergone drastic changes and even the Kremlin, which represented the face of the country, had been bombed.

Surprisingly, not only did he not come back to take charge of the situation immediately, he even flew back to his hometown in Ukraine overnight and directed the situation remotely.

Hehe, from this we can see that the legendary "Su Xunzong" (Brezhnev's nickname) is also afraid of death.

The two spy agencies, the KGB and the Ministry of Internal Affairs, which usually served as the eyes and ears of the Soviet Union, were the two sides of the internal strife and the source of the conflict.

The current Soviet Russian core is not only leaderless, but has also become blind and deaf in a sense. Coupled with the instigation of some people with ulterior motives, it has fallen into unprecedented chaos.

Especially with the rash intervention of the army, this group of rough guys with muscles on their brains arbitrarily blocked almost all institutions and departments.

Such actions seriously hindered the execution and implementation of government orders and cut off the channel between the government and the people.

Now the entire Moscow city area, and even the entire Soviet Union, is in a chaotic crisis and is in danger.

It can be said that since the end of World War II, in the nearly 20 years, the Soviet Union, which was in its heyday, has never been so chaotic.

Du Weiguo said he was going to sleep, but how could he sleep? He turned around and went to Nikonov's room and went straight to the point:

"Nikonov, tell me, what can we do now to break through as quickly as possible?"

Nikonov's face looked extremely haggard and ugly at the moment, with his brows deeply furrowed. The severe injuries he had suffered and the worsening situation made him seem to have aged by a dozen years in an instant.

Obviously, the two sides are now suffering losses, and even affecting the tragic situation of the entire Soviet Union, which is not what he wants to see.

His voice was also exceptionally hoarse and deep, and every syllable that came out of his throat sounded like a roar from the depths of his soul.

"Wait. Now we can only wait until Mikhail makes the first move and reveals his true colors. Only then can we track him down."

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo's face instantly darkened and his brows furrowed.

He couldn't afford to wait, and this method was too passive. With Mikhail's calmness and cunningness like a thousand-year-old turtle, he would never show up easily.

"Nikonov, waiting is not a solution. Since we are waiting for Mikhail to show his weakness, is he also waiting for us to make a move?"

  Mrs. Nicono was very experienced. Although she was very confused at the moment, she was still very responsive and understood Du Weiguo's thoughts in an instant:

"You mean, you want me to go out as bait."

Du Weiguo was silent for a long time before he nodded and then shook his head:

"Well, Nikonov, I do need you to show up as bait, but you don't need to show up in person."

The next day, in the early morning, the genius was bright.

At the Kuznetsky Bridge on the west side of Lubyanka Square, the soldiers stationed at the bridgehead stopped several Volga sedans.

Dozens of fully armed Russian soldiers, each with a serious expression, surrounded the black sedan with a golden deer logo and a special license plate in the middle as if they were facing a powerful enemy.

Because at this time sitting in the back seat of the car was Nikonov, the Chairman of the Security Committee.

  The car window rolled down slowly, and Nikonov took the initiative to show his ID. His voice was steady and his tone was majestic:

"Comrade soldiers, I am Andreevich Ilyich Nikonov, the (Chairman) of the Security Committee. I am going back to the Lubyanka to work. Do you have any questions?"

The soldiers at the bridgehead were led by a young lieutenant officer. He had good psychological quality, was relatively calm, and had quick reactions.

The lieutenant first carefully checked Nikonov's ID and took a special look at his stiff gloved left hand.

Then he quickly looked at the two middle-aged white men with ordinary looks sitting in the driver's seat and the passenger seat.

"Hello, Comrade Nikonov, according to orders, the Kuznetsk Bridge is now under martial law and no traffic is allowed. If you want to pass, I need to ask my superiors for permission."

Nikonov took the certificate handed back by the lieutenant and nodded expressionlessly, his tone calm, neither sad nor happy.

"Okay, I have a lot to deal with today, so please hurry up, Comrade Lieutenant."

The lieutenant did not reply, but saluted, made a gesture to his men, and hurriedly turned and left.

The car window slowly rose up, and I looked at the young officer's hurried back, and the soldiers who were carefully checking other vehicles.

The white man in the driver's seat suddenly spoke in fluent Chinese:

"Hu Da, what kind of image do I have in their eyes now?"

"A bald, fat, wrinkled old man."

The man in the passenger seat replied, also speaking Chinese, but his voice was full of seductive and numb mature lady's voice.

"how about you?"

  The woman's voice sounded a little cunning:

"He is also an ordinary middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance, who would be hard to find in a crowd. However, he is not bald and his face does not have so many wrinkles."

"Wesley, is this really going to work?"

At this moment, Nikonov in the back seat suddenly asked, and his voice was also a woman's.

"Haha, of course we can. With our Fairy Hu here, we can be anyone. Even if we want to pretend to be Brezhnev, even his mother won't be able to see any problem."

At this time, the three people in the Volga car were Du Weiguo, Miss Hu, and Natasha.

Hearing this answer, Natasha's pupils contracted violently. Although she already knew that Miss Hu was very powerful, she was still stunned. Damn, if she had this ability, wouldn't she be able to do whatever she wanted?

  Du Weiguo turned his head and looked at the lieutenant who was talking to someone on the walkie-talkie in the military vehicle in the distance. He asked in a gloomy tone:

"Natasha, how long do you think it will take for Mikhail to receive the news?"

When Natasha heard Du Weiguo's question, she came back to her senses instantly and her brain started working again.

"The Third Garrison Division is in charge of the martial law bridge. Their division commander has always had a close relationship with the Ministry of Internal Affairs. I think Mikhail will receive the news soon."

  Du Weiguo nodded noncommittally:

"Well, that's good. I'm just worried that these old guys won't get the message. Natasha, do you think they will let us go?"

  Natasha replied without thinking:

"Yes, definitely."

Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows: "Reason?"

  Natasha has regained her composure at this moment, and has also resumed her usual high-level intelligence analysis capabilities:

"The current situation is chaotic and unclear. Even if the military is close to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, they will not make a desperate bet and offend our Security Committee to death."

  After taking a breath, she continued to explain:

"As for Mikhail, he is in a more passive situation than us. He must be eager to solve the problem as soon as possible, so he will definitely not interfere."

  Du Weiguo asked again:

"Well, the analysis makes sense. So how do you think he will react? Will he just send those CIA people to assassinate him?"

Natasha hesitated for a moment and shook her head:

"It's hard to say. After all, they know you are in Moscow now. They may be cautious and may not choose to confront you head-on. Most likely~"

"Bah! A head-on confrontation? Are they qualified with just a few cloves of rotten garlic? Foreign woman, stop abusing your words. If you don't know how to speak, just shut up."

Miss Hu suddenly turned her head and spat, speaking mercilessly.

In fact, there was nothing wrong with Natasha's analysis. The big fox was simply unhappy with her and was deliberately finding fault with her.

But Natasha was indeed afraid of her, so she looked away awkwardly and did not dare to refute her out loud.

  Seeing that she was quite sensible, Miss Hu decided to stop while she was ahead. She turned to Du Weiguo again and said confidently:

"Du Da, why do you think so much? The current situation is very simple. It's nothing more than fighting back. I don't believe that we can't defeat those Citibank brats."

There was nothing wrong with what Miss Hu said. She was hundreds of years old, so in her eyes everyone was a kid. But when she spoke, there was a fierce light in her eyes.

In fact, the big fox has been holding his breath.

Du Weiguo had been badly injured in the explosion before. Although he was immortal and recovered quickly, he also covered up his injuries in time, but he was not able to completely hide it from his partner, Miss Hu.

Don't be fooled by her arrogant and reckless appearance all day long, she is actually very protective of her children. Anyone who dares to hurt her man will undoubtedly cross her red line.

Besides, Miss Hu is not blindly arrogant.

The magical combination of her and Du Weiguo, plus Shota, Kamishiro, Kagura and others hiding in the convoy, this formation is truly invincible.

  Du Weiguo seemed to have been inspired by her ambitions, and said in a heroic tone:

"That's right! Hu Da, you're right, I was overthinking it. Damn it, whoever loves you can do whatever they want, just do it!"

Although she knew that Du Weiguo was acting, Miss Hu couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly, and her eyes were full of pride. She liked this kind of unconditional preference and favoritism.

  But despite her laughter, Miss Hu also raised her own questions:

"Du Da, can a cunning old man like Mikhail really be fooled by such a crude trick?"

"Huh~" Du Weiguo sneered:

"He has no choice but to be fooled. I have the upper hand now. If he insists on not showing up, I will crush him to death with my overwhelming force."

"The general trend?" Miss Hu turned into a qualified supporting actor.

"Yes, that's the general trend."

  Du Weiguo lit two cigarettes, gave one to Big Fox, and his tone became murderous:

"To put it bluntly, this is a declaration of war that cannot be refused. They have to fight whether they want to or not. If he dares to shrink back and refuse to fight, he will become a rat crossing the street and be eliminated directly."

A moment later, the young lieutenant trotted back, saluted Natasha, and said respectfully:

"Comrade Nikonov, I'm very sorry to have wasted your precious time. I will let you go right away. I wish you good luck in your work."

"Hurry up!" Natasha was in a bad mood at the moment and waved her hand impatiently.

Lubyanka, Yellow Building, KGB Headquarters, 6th floor, Nikonov's office.

After arriving here, Natasha did several things without stopping.

First, in the capacity of Nikonov, a call was made to Sheikh Sharif, the first secretary of the Council of Ministers.

Now that top leader Brezhnev is not in Moscow, as a close secretary, he naturally becomes the eyes, ears and voice of the supreme leader.

Of course, the call was not made by Natasha. No matter how powerful Miss Hu was, it was impossible for her to confuse other people's senses and hearing through the telephone line.

The person on the call was Sergei, who used to be a small leader in Eastern Europe. Later, he was praised by Du Weiguo and rose to a high position. He is currently serving as a section chief under Natasha.

Sergei has a unique skill, he is good at vocal imitation. Although it is not as magical as superpowers, he can imitate some familiar voices and intonations very vividly, including Nikonov.

On the phone, he pointed out firmly and strongly that the Kremlin bombing was a premeditated and planned terrorist attack that was sabotaged in advance by the KGB.

The operation was planned and executed by capable agents from the Citi CIA, and their specific contact in Moscow was the director of the First Department of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Davidovich.

According to Cerberus' confession, the mastermind behind his instructions was the current Minister of Internal Affairs Mikhail. As for his purpose, he wanted to rebel!

Their original plan was to launch a bomb attack on the Ministerial Parliament Building, but the alert and loyal KGB intercepted the news in advance and blocked the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

As a last resort, these vicious and evil people had to fight to the death and detonate their weapons prematurely, perishing together with the KGB agents led by Andrei.

These words, nine out of ten of which were true and one out of ten were false, directly labeled Mikhail as a traitor who colluded with the Citigroup members and attempted to rebel.

This is part of Du Weiguo's plan, which he jokingly called the Iron Hammer Plan, the iron hammer of power.

If Mikhail continues to hide in the dark and does not show up, the charge will be confirmed, and he will then become a traitor who is condemned and despised by everyone.

As long as this big hat is put on his head, it will be a death penalty for the extermination of nine generations of his clan. No matter whether it is true or false, no one dares to support him anymore.

  At the end of the call, under Du Weiguo's instruction, Sergei almost roared at the top of his lungs:

"Comrade Sheikh Sharif, please tell Comrade ***** immediately that now, Mikhail, the traitor with wolfish ambitions, and the remaining dog spies of the CIA.

They are still hiding in some unknown corner of Moscow, plotting despicable plots. I need the highest authority now, and then dig out these rats and crush them to death!"

After yelling, he didn't care and hung up the phone.

"Tsk, Sergey, you did a good job, your emotions are full and your voice is powerful."

Du Weiguo gave him a thumbs up with satisfaction.

"Thank you, Mr. Wesley."

Sergei's smile was very forced, his voice was a little trembling, and even his hands were shaking. He lost all of his previous momentum.

You know, the First Secretary Sheikh Sharif is a very big shot, and there is a huge gap between him and Sergei. He doesn't even have the chance to meet him.

Although it was under Du Weiguo's instruction, being able to yell at him was definitely the most glorious moment in Sergei's life. He was really arrogant and really brave.

"Wesley, the highest authority cannot be delegated."

Natasha was actually also shocked by Du Weiguo's tone, but she still reminded him.

  What is the highest authority?

It means complete control over the state apparatus, including the power of search and jurisdiction over any department, as well as the command of the army, police and all other armed forces.

To put it bluntly, if the KGB obtains the highest authority, it will become an existence above everything else and can do whatever it wants without regard for law.

By then, Du Weiguo, who was hiding behind Nikonov, would become the king of the Soviet Union.