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

Chapter 1126 King of the World

The next day, early in the morning.

Located in the south of Moscow, Zavidovo Manor is a quiet place hidden in lush greenery, claiming to be a world of its own.

The weather in Moscow today is incredibly good, with clear blue skies, gentle breezes, and bright sunshine that has coated the entire city in a brilliant golden color, which is in perfect sync with Nikonov's mood.

  In one word, triumphant and elated!

Nikonov got up early in the morning and sat alone on the sofa in the living room drinking tea and reading the newspaper. Seeing Du Weiguo coming downstairs leisurely, he quickly stood up and greeted him with a smile on his face:

"Wesley, are you awake? How was your sleep? Did you get enough rest?"

He eliminated the CIA's new ace, the Avengers, upgraded his immortal body, and had an in-depth exchange with Miss Hu for most of the night, unlocking several new difficult poses that were comparable to acrobatics.

At this moment, Du Weiguo felt refreshed and in a good mood.

"Well, I slept well, Nikonov. It seems that you are in a good mood today. How about it? If you have any good news, please share it with me so that I can be happy too."

Nikonov smiled and nodded, without keeping anyone in suspense: "Indeed, there is good news. We have found Mikhail."

Du Weiguo was not surprised at all by this news. He had lost his status and power, and was convicted of treason. Even the foreign aid was swept away by Du Weiguo.

Without these external conditions, Mikhail would be just an old vulture with clipped wings and cut off claws.

No matter how cunning he was, he could not make any waves in the face of the KGB, which had spies all over the world and was almost omnipresent.

"where?"

"In a secret chamber in the basement of a monastery near the cemetery of Polie."

Sitting on the sofa opposite Nikonov, Du Weiguo took out a cigarette case, lit a cigarette, and slowly exhaled the smoke:

"He is dead?"

Nikonov nodded slowly:

"That's right. This old man finally had some sense of shame. After receiving the news from the train station, he knew he had no chance of turning the tables, so he shot himself."

"We found it so quickly. Was he also betrayed by his trusted men?"

"Yes, his driver and bodyguard contacted us early this morning, but he was already dead when my people arrived."

When he spoke, Nikonov's voice trembled slightly, and his tone was deep and slightly sad.

Betrayal seemed to be the inevitable fate for people like them, and the mortal enemy they had fought for half their lives, who was once a powerful figure, ended up in such an undignified way.

This made Nikonov feel sympathetic, and he couldn't help but feel grief over the loss of the rabbit and was filled with emotion.

Du Weiguo, however, had no such messy thoughts at all. He had so many enemies that he could not kill them all. He had become numb to them.

After brushing off the cigarette ash, his tone seemed unusually indifferent, even with a hint of chilling coldness:

"Mikhail is dead, but where is that bastard?"

The bastard he was referring to was naturally Mikhail's only son Mir. This guy was the culprit. He set up a trap to murder Yang Caiyu and also killed Tang Ahong. Du Weiguo had not forgotten about it.

  After all, Nikonov was an old man who had seen a lot of ups and downs. He immediately suppressed his chaotic thoughts and replied in a deep voice:

"Mikhail's daughter, Siya, committed suicide by taking poison in the embassy in London at 4am this morning.

As for Mir, I have sent someone to Siberia overnight, and I will give you a proper explanation within three days."

Mikhail's daughter was named Xia, and she was an envoy stationed abroad. The timing of her suicide was so coincidental and precise that one could easily guess that she must have committed suicide.

The power of the KGB is not only reflected in the Soviet Union, it is also equally terrifying overseas, or even stronger.

As for Mikhail's bad boy Mir, the fuse that triggered this war, to put it bluntly, he was just a second-generation who took advantage of his power to stir up trouble.

Without his father's protection, he would be an insignificant ant and could not escape the KGB's relentless pursuit. There was no need for Du Weiguo to take action personally.

On this point, Du Weiguo fully trusts Mikhail's ability to get things done.

"Any other trouble?"

"No, Mikhail is dead, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs is now seriously damaged. I can handle the rest of the things myself."

Mikhail's tone was firm, and there was also a hint of wanting to drive him away. Du Weiguo immediately understood and couldn't help laughing.

"So, Nikonov, you mean that the problems in Moscow have been solved and I am no longer needed, right?"

  Faced with Du Weiguo's bluntness, Nikonov, who was used to speaking with some reserve, was slightly embarrassed, and his expression was inevitably choked:

"Uh~ How could that be? Wesley, this time it was all thanks to you that we were able to turn the tide. You not only saved me, but also the entire Soviet Union. By the way, it's a rare opportunity for you to come to Moscow, would you like me to arrange a tour for you?"

His words sounded guilty and stiff, with a false politeness that was hard to conceal.

But if you think about it, it is understandable. Although Nikonov is now completely tied to Du Weiguo and has even become his henchman, he needs his deterrence to be as stable as a rock.

But he still didn't want this new boss, who was like a human nuclear bomb and possessed destructive powers, to stay in the heart of his capital.

Moreover, it is estimated that this is not just his personal concern. Perhaps all the bigwigs in Moscow are now sitting on pins and needles, with a chill on the back of their necks.

I haven't seen that until now, when everything has been settled, the top leader of the Soviet Union is still hiding in his hometown and dares not return to Moscow.

  Du Weiguo was also well-versed in human nature, so he immediately understood his little trick, but he didn't get angry, nor did he expose him on the spot:

"No need, Nikonov, you can sort out the things here slowly. Please help me arrange a plane as soon as possible. I need to leave immediately."

Upon hearing this, Nikonov was immediately overjoyed, but he did not show any sign on his face, and even made an expression of surprise and regret.

"Wesley, are you leaving so soon?"

That being said, the way he subconsciously rubbed his fake hand betrayed his excitement and anxiety.

"Yes, let's go right away. The sooner the better."

"Okay, where are you going?"

"India, New Delhi."

When Nikonov heard that the destination was India, his brows slightly furrowed. Du Weiguo glanced at him meaningfully, with a slightly teasing tone:

"What, is there a problem?"

For nearly two hundred years, India has been a colony of England. Even though it is independent now, it is still a vassal of the Western camp.

As the political center of India, the largest city in the north, and the place where Western influence is strongest, New Delhi can barely be considered one of the few vacuum zones for the KGB.

In fact, Du Weiguo had other options. He could fly to Persia first and then let Reina help him arrange the second half of his trip.

I specifically asked Nikonov to make the arrangements, more or less out of consideration. Of course, it was also a subtle reminder to him of the subordinate relationship between the two of them.

  The boss's orders must be carried out resolutely. Do it even if there are no difficulties. Even if there are difficulties, overcome them and do it!

Mrs. Nicono was very experienced and naturally understood it immediately. Facing the first test given by the new boss, she was also aroused by the desire to win. She patted her chest and promised:

"No problem, I can arrange the plane and route within today."

"Really?" Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows.

"I guarantee to complete the task!" Nikonov was full of confidence and even made a little joke.

"Okay! That's settled."

Du Weiguo smiled, flicked his cigarette butt to make the final decision, then sat up straight, rubbed his stomach, and changed the subject.

"Nikonov, now that we have finished talking about business, shouldn't we arrange for dinner? I haven't even had a decent meal after so many days of fighting."

"Hahaha!"

Upon hearing this, Nikonov burst into laughter:

"This must be arranged. The food has been prepared early in the morning. I also specially found a Chinese chef, Wesley. I believe you will like his cooking skills."

Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Then I must try it carefully."

Chinese food culture is extensive and profound, with a long history. There are eight well-known cuisines, namely Sichuan, Shandong, Guangdong, Fujian, Zhejiang, Hunan, Anhui, and Huaiyang. Among them, Du Weiguo personally prefers the relatively heavy Sichuan, Hunan and Shandong cuisines.

However, if you ask him what his favorite is, it is not any of the eight major cuisines, but the Northeastern cuisine, which is derived from Shandong cuisine, not very presentable, but has its own style.

The Chinese chef that Nikonov prepared was actually from Heilongjiang. His surname was Zeng. His ancestors were chefs. In the late Qing Dynasty, he went to Vladivostok to avoid the war, and then came to Moscow.

Although Lao Zeng no longer opened a restaurant due to the current situation in Soviet Russia, he did not lose his cooking skills. He is a good cook and is well versed in the charm of Northeastern cuisine.

The eight-character mantra: dark, sticky, salty, and thin.

  Chicken and mushrooms, spare ribs and potatoes, pork belly, blood sausage and sauerkraut, old tofu and sturgeon, sauced pork ribs, braised beef, pot-fried pork, stir-fried pork, Mushu pork, three delicacies, old soup dried tofu, stir-fried cocoon pupa~~

I don’t know where Lao Zeng got these materials from, but these materials are unique to the Northeast region of China.

Anyway, when the first few big stews were served, Du Weiguo couldn't take his eyes off them. His mouth was watering and he almost drooled.

I have to say, Northeastern cuisine does not look that good. It is all black with soup and no presentation at all.

But the taste is absolutely amazing, it is delicious and is said to be the best match for rice. But if you only talk about how to eat it with rice, no one would admit that it is so good.

Du Weiguo was seriously injured and on the verge of death last night, and he had just upgraded his immortal body. Later, the charging process was forcibly interrupted by Miss Hu, which made the situation even worse and he had to put in a lot of effort.

He was so hungry that his eyes were almost turning green, but he was trying hard to hold back.

So, when he saw these tasty dishes, he completely let loose today and turned into a glutton, not restraining his appetite anymore.

As a result, the poor Longjiang chef Lao Zeng had to redo the dish three times in a row and steam the rice several times, until he felt dizzy and collapsed in front of the stove due to exhaustion.

Du Weiguo then wiped his mouth with a feeling of unsatisfied feeling and stopped in disappointment.

Nikonov was not with him when he ate, and missed the world record for human gluttony that will never be broken.

He went out to arrange the plane and route, but he was very efficient and came back in just a few hours, just after noon.

"Wesley, the flight and route have been arranged. We will arrive in New Delhi within 40 hours. We can leave any time now."

Du Weiguo didn't hesitate, he patted his slightly bulging belly and stood up: "Okay, let's go directly!"

On the way to the airport, Du Weiguo and Nikonov rode in a car alone, which was driven by him personally.

"Nikonov, you don't need to tell me about the KGB. Just do what you want. I won't interfere now and I won't interfere in the future.

However, if you encounter an unsolvable crisis like this one, involving life and death, you don't have to be polite. I will never sit idly by."

Du Weiguo had a cigarette between his lips and spoke in a light tone.

"Thank you, thank you."

Upon hearing this, Nikonov almost broke down and cried out loud, his voice choked and shaking.

Damn, let me translate Du Weiguo's words. When you have nothing to do, you can do whatever you want and play boldly. Even if you fail, it's okay. I will cover you.

Nikonov was really flattered by this treatment. His sense of security was instantly boosted. He wanted to scream to the sky and cry bitterly.

  It was not easy to calm down. Nikonov said solemnly:

"Wesley, I will keep my promise. From now on, the KGB will be your private intelligence investigation department, and your enemies will be the target of my blade."

"Haha~" Du Weiguo chuckled and shook his head: "Nikonov, I can handle small things like fighting and killing myself, I won't bother you."

  At this point, he flicked the cigarette butt out of the window and changed the subject:

"But, Nikonov, I am not without demands on you. From now on, whenever I need information, you must give it top priority and help me get it no matter how difficult it is."

  Nikonov nodded solemnly, his tone was particularly serious and sincere:

"Of course, Wesley, I know promises and assurances are meaningless, and you don't believe them. Just look at my actual actions in the future."

  Du Weiguo nodded noncommittally:

"Well, Nikonov, I believe you. Now there is something I need you to find out for me as soon as possible."

"what's up?"

Du Weiguo did not answer immediately, but looked into the distance with a distant gaze, with a hint of murderous intent flickering in his eyes.

Even though they didn't look at each other, just a slight glance made Mikhail feel creepy and cold all over.

After a few seconds of silence, Du Weiguo said word by word in a tone as cold as a knife:

“This time, the two mortal enemies, the CIA and the Ministry of Internal Affairs, miraculously colluded with each other and even sent the Avengers to deliberately target me.

Mikhail, the chief criminal on your side of the Soviet Union, has been killed now, but I will not let the chief criminal on the Citibank side go either."

Du Weiguo made this decision with great determination.

On Citi's side, the person who can get in touch with Mikhail and mobilize top-notch high-end military forces like the Avengers must also be a powerful super boss.

It is highly likely that it was one of the top CIA officials, or the top leader, or even the president of Citigroup who gave the order directly. It is not impossible.

And he had just forced the Soviet Union's supreme leader to abdicate, and indirectly forced the senior leader Mikhail to death, and then turned Moscow into a battlefield, turning the world upside down.

No matter what, the feud is bound to happen.

It is estimated that "Soviet Emperor" Brezhnev hates him to the core now. He is drawing circles and cursing him in a small notebook every day, wishing he could eat his flesh and sleep on his skin.

Under this circumstance, Du Weiguo would soon have to deal with the big shots at Citibank and even the president of the country, which was equivalent to making mortal enemies with both sides of the Cold War at the same time.

As long as he makes any mistake, he will immediately face a mixed doubles attack from the two superpowers, or even a direct nuclear strike from Big Pineapple.

  Since the risk is so high, should we do it? The answer is definitely yes!

One punch is enough to prevent a hundred punches from coming. Revenge is the code of conduct that Du Weiguo has always adhered to.

If he showed even the slightest sign of weakness, his enemies would rush over him like hyenas smelling blood and tear him to pieces.

Moreover, Du Weiguo also vaguely felt the threshold. As long as the mastermind behind this incident could be found out and killed, it would be a warning to the enemy.

His enemies will all stop fighting and he will have a rare period of peace.

As long as he is given enough time to develop, Du Weiguo's strength will inevitably explode, and he will no longer be limited to relying solely on his strong personal strength to survive.

Counting his existing foundations, the small South American country of Guyana is now in his pocket, as well as Hong Kong Island, half of Siam, the Triangle, and a small half of Persia.

In addition, the flour and marble businesses in Japan are also booming.

Together with the Mitsui family that has already surrendered and the Iwasaki family that is about to surrender, he will own one-fifth of the entire Japanese economy, which is comparable to Citibank.

As long as he can stabilize the current basic situation and decipher the black technology from the Iron-Blooded Warriors, he can gradually equip the Evil Gods and the armed forces under his command to make up for the last shortcoming.

By then, he will be able to surpass Russia and Citigroup and be called the king of the world!

Upon hearing this, Nikonov also became restless. He clenched his fists tightly, and excitement almost overflowed from his eyes.

Du Weiguo was going to cause trouble for the CIA and fight to the death with the Citigroup people. This was great news and made Nikonov so happy that he almost jumped up and cheered.

"Don't worry, Wesley. I have already started investigating this matter. I have found some clues so far. I believe there will be definite news soon."

Du Weiguo's heart was in turmoil, but his face was terrifyingly calm: "Well, as soon as possible."

  At this point, he suddenly changed the subject:

"By the way, Nikonov, the alien ruins in the Arctic Ocean must be kept highly confidential. Once the ice is broken and the conditions for investigation are allowed, notify me immediately."

"Oh, oh, okay, I understand." Nikonov was a little surprised.

To be honest, so many things have happened recently, like a revolving lantern, and he almost lost his life, so he forgot about this matter.

He forgot, but Du Weiguo did not forget that the vast cosmic battlefield seemed to be getting closer and closer to him.

2 pm, southwest of Moscow, Vnukovo civil and military airport.

An An-22 transport plane painted gray-green accelerated to the limit and soared into the sky, soon disappearing into the horizon. Du Weiguo's Soviet copy also came to an end.