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

Chapter 1143 Arabian Nights

Near dawn, the sky is darkest and the night is thickest.

Mumbai, by the sea, the townhouse where Masal and his family used to live.

The house was filled with continuous and miserable wails. The lights in the entire villa flickered along with the screams. The atmosphere was extremely strange, just like a scene from a horror movie.

This creepy scene was created by a group of masters of the Brotherhood, who were using their unique secret techniques to interrogate people in the basement.

Shiina Shouta, Kamishiro, Kagura and others who had not seen much of the world also went down to observe and broaden their horizons.

In the living room, Du Weiguo was leaning on the sofa. He was silent, smoking one cigarette after another. His expression was relatively calm, but his brows and eyes were filled with anxiety that could not be concealed.

  The situation is a bit serious!

Just now, as the sand wolf entered the gate of the villa, it sniffed out the exact number of people who had stayed in the house for a long time not long ago, a total of 13 people.

This astonishing number made Du Weiguo feel a little pressured.

Quantitative change leads to qualitative change. If the enemy really has more than a dozen people with special abilities, especially if there are a few with special abilities among them, then he cannot say that he will win for sure and has to face it.

Of course, it is unlikely that all these people are people with special abilities, and Du Weiguo is no longer a lone commander. He also controls a terrifying power in his hands.

Including the reinforcements from the Brotherhood and his own men, he now has a total of 9 powerful people with special abilities gathered around him.

Among them are Miss Hu and Shopkeeper Yu, two top masters who possess the "field".

In addition, he is invincible in the world, and this power is strong enough to turn the world upside down, and he is basically fearless of any challenge.

Of course, what worries Du Weiguo now is not the question of whether he can win or not, but the question of whether he can win at all.

This old stylist, Marsal, is so damn cunning. Apart from anything else, he is definitely the best at escaping among all the enemies Du Weiguo has ever encountered.

He is now very worried that Masar will get desperate and lead this group of evil spirits and Big Pineapple to Siam.

I guess even Nightmare wouldn't be able to withstand someone with abilities of this magnitude, and as for Diablo, it's better not to mention him.

"Sir, I have contacted Guyana, Siam, Persia, and London as you instructed. Everything is going well at the moment."

At this moment, Gibson walked down from upstairs quickly, holding a stack of telegrams in his hand and speaking in a calm tone.

Du Weiguo put out his cigarette and raised his head: "Gibson, have Mr. Hu and the others left Kayseri?"

Gibson nodded and replied in a serious tone:

"Yes, Mr. Hu Sanye and the Yuan brothers and sisters have boarded the plane. They are expected to arrive in Kiev in 5 hours. Natasha from the KGB will greet them in person."

I have to admit that this old man, Marsal, is really powerful.

Du Weiguo was in a state of panic because of him. All the territories under his command were in a state of chaos as they were mobilized by him.

Although the possibility of their surprise attack on eastern Persia is very small, Du Weiguo, in line with the principle of being cautious, still let Hu Sanye and his men temporarily go to the territory of the Russian Bear to avoid the limelight.

Upon hearing the news that Hu San and the others had left, Du Weiguo secretly breathed a sigh of relief and his brows relaxed slightly.

Gibson raised his eyelids slightly, quickly glanced at Du Weiguo's face, and then continued to report:

“As for Pattaya, it was Miss Moran who responded personally. They currently have sufficient defense forces on hand and are well hidden.

Unless the other party uses powerful weapons, it will be safe. She asked me to tell you that there is no need to be distracted, let alone go there in person. "

"Tsk, this little girl named Moran is okay, she is at least a little sensible and worry-free."

Miss Hu's eyes moved as she chuckled and commented, with a rare hint of approval in her eyes.

"Du Da, if all the girls around you could be like her, maybe you wouldn't be so exhausted.

By the way, her nickname seems to be Fox Eyes, right? Hey, it seems that we are quite destined to be together. I will go meet her when I have the chance."

Du Weiguo had no way of responding to her words. He secretly winked at Gibson, signaling him to find a way to resolve the situation as soon as possible.

  Gibson was very smart and understood Du Weiguo's meaning in seconds. He immediately continued to report:

"Sir, from Quiana, Miss Guo Fu and Mr. Su Li have also moved to a secret underground bunker.

Moreover, Mr. Hanwen and Mr. Chunsheng have jointly assured you that there will be no danger in Guiana in the short term."

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo's mouth curled up and he finally smiled.

Hanwen, this mediocre Taoist priest from Mount Longhu, is a little unreliable. His assurance is more of a determination, but Du Weiguo doesn't care.

However, Chunsheng's guarantee is more valuable than gold.

You know, Chunsheng is a guy who possesses the most amazing predictive ability, and he is becoming even stronger now. Since he said everything is fine, then it must be fine.

As for Yang Caiyu, she has already arrived in London. She is accompanied by Merlin and Sukari, and Mr. J is personally protecting her. She is as stable as a rock.

There was no danger behind him, and Du Weiguo finally felt relieved. His tone became much more relaxed:

"Good, very good, Gibson, you've worked hard."

Gibson immediately said modestly: "Sir, you are too polite. This is my job and I should do it."

Du Weiguo smiled and patted his shoulder:

"No, Gibson, you have done the simple job to perfection. Choosing you as my liaison officer is the best choice I have made recently."

Being praised so highly, Gibson's old face couldn't help but blush a little, and he rubbed his hands a little awkwardly:

"Sir, you flatter me."

  Du Weiguo also stopped when he saw the good news, and suddenly changed the subject:

"By the way, Gibson, how is Reina doing? Is there any progress in investigating the offshore ships?"

"Ah~~"

Gibson had just opened his mouth when suddenly a long, shrill scream came from the basement, and the lights in the room flickered wildly, as if a ghost had descended.

"Suck~"

The flow of the conversation was interrupted. Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows and turned to look at the shopkeeper Yu who was resting with his eyes closed.

With a slightly teasing tone, he said:

"I say, Brother Yu, isn't this just torture? Can't you just use a knife? Why do you have to use electric shock? Is this the unique torture technique of your fraternity? This technique is a bit crude."

The Brotherhood's unique interrogation techniques may sound impressive, but in fact they are unremarkable and extremely simple and crude.

  To put it simply, it is electric shock. First, a thin stick is inserted into the flesh, and then the power is turned on.

Shopkeeper Yu slowly opened his old eyes, but before he could explain, Miss Hu spoke first:

"Master Du, this is because you are an amateur. When a sharp weapon such as a sword enters the body, whether it is stabbing or cutting, it will instantly cut off the capillaries in the muscle. In fact, the pain is not that strong.

But using a thin stick, combined with electric shock, can stimulate the capillaries to the greatest extent, causing excruciating pain. Theoretically, it is more painful than being cut into pieces."

"Hahaha, Miss Hu is indeed very knowledgeable and knows everything. What she said is absolutely correct."

Shopkeeper Yu smiled and gave Miss Hu a thumbs up, flattering her in a subtle way.

There is no way! People have to bow their heads under the eaves.

Without the daily tributes from Jin Xinyue and other warlords, Miss Hu will be the financial sponsor of their brotherhood in the future, the biggest one, no doubt about it.

"Tsk~ arrogant at first but respectful later~"

Miss Hu snorted proudly and was about to say a few more words.

However, seeing the look Du Weiguo was looking at him, he finally held back and did not continue to attack, instead turning his face away angrily.

  Damn it, Hu Da, this woman, is getting more and more irritable now, and she is even more rebellious. I have to find an opportunity to enforce the "family rules" properly. Du Weiguo complained in his heart, and smiled helplessly to smooth things over:

"Oh, so that's how it is. I've learned a lot today. Tsk, there are tricks to every trade. There really is no end to learning."

"Drip drop~"

  The satellite phone in Gibson's arms suddenly rang, and he immediately took it out and answered it:

"Hello, this is Gibson, oh, Director Reina, yes, sir is with me now, please wait a moment."

He handed the phone to Du Weiguo: "Sir, this is Director Reina calling."

Reina used a satellite phone, but the call quality was not very ideal, with a constant crackling sound of electricity coming from the microphone.

  However, Du Weiguo was now very sharp-eyed and could still tell that Reina's voice was very anxious:

"Wesley, we just found a speedboat abandoned on the sea near the Gulf of Kutch. Judging from the time and distance, it should be the vehicle that Marsal and his men took to escape."

Du Weiguo was familiar with Reina and immediately determined that she had not finished her words, and that there would definitely be some devastating news following.

His brows furrowed, and his tone became serious: "And then?"

Even through the phone, Du Weiguo could hear that Reina's voice was becoming more and more nervous, and she was now biting her lips while speaking.

"Wesley, I suspect they took a seaplane and continued to travel westward. To the west, near the Gulf of Oman, there is a Queen cargo ship that departed from Ford Port and is sailing overnight."

When she said this, Reina's voice couldn't help but tremble, and Du Weiguo suddenly had an extremely ominous premonition in his heart.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "What's on this ship?"

After a few seconds, Reina replied with a trembling voice:

"Yes, there is a Hertz warhead without the detonator, with a yield of 25 tons."

"Oh!"

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo became furious and subconsciously slapped the armrest of the sofa and stood up.

The sofa, which was made of genuine leather and solid wood, was immediately broken into pieces by his blow and collapsed.

"Fuck! What on earth do you want to do in England? Bringing this thing to India, are you going to blow me up?"

Du Weiguo was furious and cursed. On the other end of the phone, Reina explained anxiously:

“No, Wesley, please don’t get me wrong, this matter is led by MI5 and the Secretary of Defense, it is top secret, and I just found out about it.

Moreover, the Queen had already set out when you were in Japan, and it was definitely not targeting you."

Although Du Weiguo was furious, his IQ was not completely offline. He knew that Reina was telling the truth, and he could roughly guess England's intention of sending this big pineapple to India.

It is nothing more than supporting the useless lackeys and curbing the Eastern Dragon.

  "Hoo~Hoo~" Taking a deep breath, and then another deep breath, Du Weiguo finally managed to suppress his anger, and asked in a low voice:

"So, what's the current status of this Queen? Lost contact?"

"Yes, there is a whole squadron of the Royal Airborne Special Service escorting this freighter, but now they have lost contact. It is late at night, so the planes cannot take off, and satellites cannot detect their whereabouts."

Du Weiguo asked word by word: "How far is this damn Queen from the speedboat abandoned by Marsal and his men?"

  Reina's voice was filled with worry and a hint of pleading:

"Less than 400 nautical miles. If it's a fast seaplane, 2 hours is enough to intercept it, Wesley~~"

Du Weiguo interrupted her coldly: "So, now this bomb has definitely fallen into the hands of Masar and his men."

"Given the current situation, yes, I'm very sorry, Wesley."

"Damn it! Apologies are useless! Now, immediately, blockade all coasts near the Gulf of Oman! If you see any abnormal aircraft, shoot them down!"

Du Weiguo was furious and started yelling directly into the microphone.

  There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment. Reina's voice was hoarse, sounding particularly weak and sad:

"Wesley, it is very regrettable that the countries along the Gulf of Oman, whether it is Yemen, Oman, Iraq, or Pakistan.

Even in Somalia, we are completely powerless. If our warships and aircraft approach rashly, it will inevitably lead to war. "

"grass!"

Du Weiguo was filled with impotence and rage. After a long time, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness again, as if his IQ was being rubbed against the ground.

"Gibson, contact Nikonov immediately and ask him to do everything he can to block the Gulf of Oman immediately. Remember, do it at all costs, even if it means war!"

"Yes, sir, I understand."

Although Gibson didn't understand what was going on, he still replied in a serious tone.

"Wait a minute!" Gibson had just turned around when Du Weiguo called him again.

"Contact Guyana again. From today on, completely block all entry routes, whether by sea, land, or air!"

After a brief pause, Du Weiguo said, "Also, please help me contact Douglas from the CIA. I want to talk to him directly right away!"

Gibson sensed the seriousness of the situation, his expression became even more serious, and he replied solemnly:

"Yes, sir, I understand. I'll do it right away."

A quarter of an hour later, Du Weiguo stood behind Gibson, sending a telegram with his fingers moving quickly. The contact person was Douglas, the head of Citigroup's CIA.

"I have only one request. Immediately close the entire Strait of Tiran and the Suez Canal, as well as the Middle East coast of the Mediterranean. Do not allow even a single ship or plane to pass through. Kill them without mercy."

At this moment, Du Weiguo's whole body was filled with murderous aura and his tone was as sharp as a knife. Gibson felt a stabbing pain in his back.

Although he felt that Du Weiguo's request was like a fantasy and difficult to achieve, he did not dare to refute it and could only send the message honestly.

  About 2 minutes later, Gibson subconsciously turned his head, glanced at Du Weiguo's face, and said tremblingly:

"Sir, Douglas replied. He said it was too difficult. Blocking the Strait of Tiran and the Middle East coast could easily lead to a war!"

  Du Weiguo said in a cold tone, word by word:

"Tell Douglas that this time when Citigroup sends its fleet into the Red Sea, the Russians will not react in any way. I promise."

"In addition, I will also cancel my trip to Citibank. Otherwise, I will go to Washington within two days."

  At this point, Du Weiguo added sinisterly:

"When the time comes, I will use all effective means of attack to fight to the death."

"Sir!" Hearing this naked threat, even a harsh threat, Gibson couldn't help but want to give some advice.

"Stop talking nonsense and just send it as I say!" Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows, pressed his shoulders, and raised his tone.

"Uh~"

Although Du Weiguo deliberately reduced his strength, Gibson still felt as if his shoulder was clamped by a vise. He was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat and couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

He could only endure the pain and send the telegram to Douglas according to Du Weiguo's original words. What followed was almost eternal silence.

I am speechless. This is Douglas cursing in his unique way. Damn it, are you crazy?

One hour later, at 1 o'clock in the morning, the sky was bright and the whole world came into motion.

The western coast of India and all the surrounding waters were extremely lively, the world was turned upside down.

Near Tianzhu Bay, almost all the warships and fighter planes belonging to Tianzhu and England, regardless of their models, even the biplanes that were eliminated during World War II, took off and swarmed towards the sea.

In addition, the Soviet Union's reorganized Far East Seventh Fleet stationed in Kachila also came out in full force, with more than 7 warships blockading the Gulf of Oman, the Gulf of Kachi, and the Gulf of Sokila.

Further away in the Mediterranean Sea, warships from Citigroup's Tel Aviv and Tripoli naval bases also sailed out in unison, blocking the entire strait and the coast of the Middle East.

The United States, India, and England simultaneously sent troops to the sea, which shocked the world. The atmosphere in the whole of West Asia became tense, and the attention of the world was instantly focused on them.

However, this time the United States and the Soviet Union were no longer in a hostile relationship, but instead worked together to block the sea routes.

This outrageous situation, which seemed like something out of a fairy tale, shocked everyone.