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

Chapter 1155 Hide and Seek

In the evening, in the side hall of the old imperial palace.

"Sir, the latest news from Shate has been compiled. Please take a look."

"Sir, this is a summary of the interception and search of passing ships along the Persian Gulf and the Red Sea, including Citibank's briefing. Please take a look."

Gibson and Sergei came together, each holding thick documents in their hands, and handed them to Du Weiguo respectfully.

These two old spies have been at loggerheads recently, and the competition for favor has reached an almost white-hot level.

They are all top agents trained from the world's top intelligence agencies and are the elite among the elite.

They have similar experiences, comparable abilities, similar skills, and even highly similar ideas.

For no other reason, they all want to get on board Du Weiguo's golden thigh.

  What is Du Weiguo’s current status?

He is the recognized king of the dark world, his fighting power is undoubtedly invincible in the world, and he is also the most powerful individual in the entire world, without a doubt.

Now, apart from the base he has already occupied, the entire KGB follows his lead.

Even the two superpowers, Citigroup and Tunisia, had to bow their heads and cooperate under his tyranny.

In view of this, Du Weiguo is naturally the best choice of employer for these spies who come from the covert front and are accustomed to walking in the shadows.

"Tsk~"

Du Weiguo glanced at the two volumes of information handed to him, which were as thick as encyclopedias, and couldn't help smacking his lips.

  He pinched his temples with a headache and said helplessly:

"There's so much information. It will probably be dawn by the time I finish reading it. Please give me a brief summary and pick out the useful clues to share."

After hearing his order, the two men strangely remained silent. They remained silent in tacit understanding, staring at him expectantly without blinking.

Du Weiguo was well versed in human nature, so he naturally understood it immediately. This girl was waiting for him to name her, which was also part of the competition for favor.

  Damn, when men get jealous, it's also very weird~

Du Weiguo sighed in his heart, but he did not hesitate at all and made a choice immediately:

"Gibson, please tell me about the bounty on Shate's side first."

The reason for this choice was not because Gibson was his direct subordinate, nor because he thought more highly of him.

If there were any specific clues along the coastal front, Sergei would have come to report long ago. He would not have been so calm and self-assured as he is now, even having time to compete for favor.

They are all people who know what is important and what is not, and they only play the game of vying for favor when the world is peaceful.

At critical moments, you can always make clear decisions.

"Yes!"

Even so, Gibson was very happy when his name was called. His eyes immediately lit up and he responded with an unusually cheerful voice.

  He even gave Sergei a provocative look before replying in a deep voice:

"Sir, so far, in Shate, from the time the reward was issued to now, 9 hours have passed, and a total of 311 reports have been received.

287 of them were fabricated fake clues, and I have sorted them out by category. "

Du Weiguo nodded to show his understanding, saying this was normal.

This is a sky-high bounty of up to 1 ton of gold, enough to drive most people crazy!

There are always some fools who think they are smart, hoping to fish in troubled waters, or simply do bad things, thinking that there is nothing to lose anyway.

  Gibson's tone was very calm, and he continued to report without haste:

"Among them, 18 pieces of information were deliberately fabricated by some people with ulterior motives, attempting to use us to attack hostile forces.

I have informed the Intelligence Bureau of Shate of these matters, and they promised to investigate thoroughly and give us an explanation as soon as possible."

Du Weiguo was not interested in these minor details, and he pressed his hand without commenting: "Got it, go on."

  Nodding, Gibson concluded ably:

"Sir, there are a total of 6 suspicious clues left that need to be verified. Currently, 3 of them have been ruled out, and the others are being checked as soon as possible."

Du Weiguo lit a cigarette and said, "Okay, tell me more about the remaining three."

Gibson was a very qualified intelligence officer. He had already mastered all the intelligence and did not need to look up any materials. He just blurted it out without thinking.

"Yes, first, the patrol officers in Jizan Port found several suspicious white people in a hotel. When they were questioning them, they were suddenly attacked, resulting in one death and one injury.

Currently, Jizan Port has been under full martial law, and these white people are being sought. The Saudi Intelligence Bureau has also sent people to rush~~"

"Next! You don't need to pay attention to this clue anymore."

Du Weiguo interrupted without hesitation and directly rejected this clue.

If it was really Marsal and his group, firstly, they would not be so foolish as to stay in the hotel. Secondly, the police would not have left any of them alive, or even discovered them.

Even if they had parted ways, it was impossible for Leonard, a veteran spy, to be blocked in a hotel by a mere patrolman.

A lean camel is bigger than a horse. They are at different levels of the food chain. In Leonard's eyes, ordinary policemen are no more than harmless babies.

"Okay, sir."

Although he was interrupted rudely, Gibson's expression remained unchanged as he continued to report calmly:

"Second, yesterday evening, at the edge of the no-man's land in the Sharula Desert, a herdsman saw a few people walking towards the depths of the desert from a distance."

"The edge of the no-man's land! How many people are there? What are their physical appearance and symptoms?" Du Weiguo was shocked and asked immediately.

Gibson shook his head.

"I'm very sorry, sir. It was evening, visibility was low, and the distance was very far, so the witness didn't see the bodies clearly and couldn't even determine the number of people."

At this moment, Du Weiguo came back to his senses and couldn't help shaking his head and smiling bitterly, thinking that he had taken things for granted.

  Damn, if it was really Marsal and the others, and they were so close, how could there be any witnesses?

After taking a look at Du Weiguo's expression, Gibson continued to add:

“At present, the nearest garrison has sent a reconnaissance plane to conduct a survey near Sharula, but the Rub’ al Khali Desert is so large that it is estimated that it will be difficult to get results in a short period of time.

"Shahula." Du Weiguo repeated the place name.

Then he fixed his eyes on the wall, where there was a map of the entire territory of Shate, and he quickly found the place.

This is a small town located in the southwest of the Rub' al Khali Desert and is also the closest city to the no-man's land.

  Du Weiguo frowned, his eyes constantly scanning the edge of the desert. Gibson said with great insight:

"Sir, the Rub' al Khali Desert is the largest mobile desert in the world. If you enter from Sharula, the nearest city to the north is Afraj, and to the south is Machina in Yemen.

If we go east, across the uninhabited area of ​​nearly a thousand kilometers in a straight line, we can leave Shat and reach Elgobia."

According to Gibson's annotations, Du Weiguo quickly found the cities he mentioned, and then suddenly asked a question that was completely unrelated to the topic.

"Gibson, Douglas mentioned before, regarding Leonard's physical condition, have you asked someone to analyze it?"

  Gibson immediately replied:

“Yes, sir, I have consulted the most authoritative professor of thoracic surgery at the Brompton Medical School in London about this situation.

Leonard had inhaled forest-killing gas and had two-fifths of his lung removed, as well as one-third of his bronchus.

According to his current physical condition, he cannot do without an oxygen device, and he is absolutely unable to cross the no-man's land, even the shortest route is impossible. "I have to admit that Gibson is definitely a qualified assistant. He is not only professional and meticulous, but also able to keep up with Du Weiguo's thinking at all times.

Like a worm in the stomach, he answers every question.

  Du Weiguo nodded, turned his gaze away from the map, and slowly exhaled smoke:

"Okay, Gibson, go on to the third clue."

"Okay, sir, the third clue was sent back by Seraia. Yesterday morning, someone saw a woman in the Gobi Desert on the outskirts of the city. Her physical features were somewhat similar to Luo Li's."

  While reporting, Gibson walked to the map, marked the location of the Thraya mark with a red pencil and explained:

"Sir, Siraya is also called Sharayel. It is located in the upper reaches of the Wadi Dawasil River, near the Rub' al Khali Desert, and not far from Sharula."

Du Weiguo frowned: "The women here all wear long robes and veils. How can ordinary people tell their physical features?"

  Gibson was confident and replied calmly:

"Sir, I have personally checked this question. At that time, the woman was not wearing a veil or a robe. Although I couldn't see her face clearly, I can be sure that she had black hair and yellow skin."

The skin color of Arabs is dark white, which is very different from that of the yellow race, especially from the darker skinned people of West Asia and South Asia. The difference is even greater and obvious at a glance.

  Du Weiguo suddenly became alert, staring at Thraya on the map with burning eyes. After a while, he asked in a deep voice:

"Gibson, does this Wadi Dawasil lead directly to the sea?"

"Yes."

  Du Weiguo turned to Sergei again and asked in a serious tone:

"Sergey, is there any suspicious news along the coastal line?"

Seeing Du Weiguo's serious tone, Sergei didn't dare to play any tricks to win favor anymore, and replied honestly:

“So far, no.”

  Du Weiguo stood up and ordered in a stern tone:

"Okay! Then go and prepare the helicopter right away. We'll set off to Thraya overnight."

"Yes!" Gibson and Sergey responded in unison.

Half an hour later, as night fell, more than a dozen helicopters roared into the sky and rushed towards the southwest.

"Phew~ I hope this demon will never come back again."

Watching the formation of armed helicopters gradually fly away and disappear into the night sky, Khalid frowned and murmured in a low voice.

At the same time, deep in the endless Rub' Al Khali Desert, Masar and his party were moving quickly under the cover of night.

They were moving very fast, not inferior to a camel caravan traveling at top speed.

If Rebola had not been so weak that he could not walk and had to rely on Lori to carry him, their speed could have been increased by several percent.

The skinny leech did not walk on its own, but always squatted on the gray whale's shoulder like a big monkey. His balance was so strong that he did not move at all despite the bumps on the whale's body.

Suddenly, the leech stretched out his hand and quickly made a series of gestures in front of the gray whale.

"Well, you're right."

The gray whale whispered back, then stopped and called out in a buzzing voice, "Stop for a moment! I have something to say."

"What's wrong? Gray whale?"

Marsal, who was at the front of the team, also stopped and turned to ask a question. His expression was not very good and his brows were tightly furrowed.

  How could he be in a good mood?

He has parted ways with Leonard. From now on, there will be no one to help him cover his whereabouts or give him advice. He can only face the big devil Du Weiguo alone.

Also, this Leech guy has completely disappeared. In a sense, he broke the contract and failed to deliver on his word, taking the money but not doing the job.

As for the big pineapple he had been longing for, he didn't get it in the end.

Leonard, the boiled egg who could die at any time, is extremely cruel. He tied his heart to the pineapple, which could explode at any time, and even frightened him so much that he didn't even dare to use mind control.

The final outcome was that Marsal lost both his wife and his army, and gained nothing, only an enemy as terrifying as the god of death.

Gray Whale said in a low voice: "Marsal, where are we going now?"

Masar frowned and replied, "Gray Whale, are you crazy? We are going to Elgobia now."

Gray Whale's tone was cold: "And then?"

Masar's brows furrowed even deeper, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes. As the situation became more critical, his position as the leader became more and more unstable.

  However, Gray Whale and his other capable people were the few bargaining chips he had, so he couldn't let the team break up. He could only patiently explain:

"Then we will rush to Saadiyat Island, where someone will pick us up."

Gray Whale asked bluntly: "Now that all sea routes are blocked, where can we go?"

Hearing this question, Lori, who had been standing at the back with her back hunched and breathing heavily, couldn't help but raise her head. Even Rebola, whose face was pale, looked at him with a gloomy gaze.

"Qeshm Island."

Under the gaze or rather the stare of everyone, Marsal sighed secretly and said a place name weakly.

"What is that place?"

Gray Whale questioned. This island was very remote and no one had ever heard of it. They all frowned and looked at Marsal with confusion.

Masar explained in a muffled voice:

"Qeshm Island is an uninhabited island, also known as Leiji Island. It is hit by heavy rains and thunderstorms all year round. There is almost no grass growing on the island, and the environment is extremely harsh."

  Before everyone could get angry, Marsal continued:

"However, there are large areas of underground caves beneath this island. There is a lot of space and fresh water. It is an ideal hiding place."

"Fuck! Marsal, you old dog, so your plan is to take us to hide in a dark underwater cave. What's the difference between this and going to jail?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lori rushed over quickly, swearing in excitement.

  Masar's face also completely sank:

"Lori, you'd better be more polite when talking to me, don't forget, at least I helped you rescue Rebola!

Now, do you have a better idea? Or do you have the courage to confront the evil spirit head-on? "

Seeing that Lori's momentum was visibly weakening, Masar quickly followed up and said:

"Luoli, hiding for a while is better than dying, right? There is an old Chinese saying that goes, 'As long as the green mountains remain, there is no need to worry about running out of firewood.'"

Luo Li's eyes flickered, and she was obviously moved, but Gray Whale was not. His tone was very cold, like ten thousand years of ice:

"Masal, Leech and I will not go with you. I took your two ancient coins, and I accompanied you in hiding for more than two months. I also risked my life several times. Now we are even now."

  Upon hearing this, Masa's pupils suddenly trembled, and he asked in astonishment:

"What? Gray Whale, you guys are leaving? Where to? Didn't I tell you? Once we are safe, I will give you the seal of China. It was made more than 2000 years ago~~"

  Gray Whale raised his hand to interrupt him, his eyes were heavy and his tone was firm:

"Masar, you can keep the seal for yourself. I have always been interested in ancient coins, not antiques."

"Where are you going?"

"That's none of your business, Marsar. I don't trust you."

Upon hearing this, the ferocity in Marsal's eyes could no longer be hidden and almost burst out.

"Gray Whale, are you crazy? If you leave now, do you think you can get out of this desert alive without me?"

"Hehe, can we get out so you don't have to worry about it?"

  Gray Whale sneered, his tone teasing:

"What? Marsar, judging from your attitude, do you still want to fight me?"