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

Chapter 1163: Evil Never Ends

In the afternoon, the Corniche in Muscat, the capital of Oman.

Today is a rare good day, with clear skies and bright sunshine.

Because it is still spring, the warm sunshine is not harsh at all on the body, but warm, and the cool sea breeze blowing in the face makes the whole body feel comfortable.

"Da da da~"

Du Weiguo, with his hands in his pockets and a cigarette in his mouth, strolled lazily on the cobblestone road.

Because I was in a good mood, my steps were especially brisk.

He was dressed quite flashily today, in a linen-colored double-breasted suit with peak lapels, yellow suede loafers, and a pair of brown sunglasses on his nose.

Coupled with his rare Chinese face and his ruthless pace, he stood out from the crowd and attracted passers-by to look back frequently.

"Boss, aren't we going to Tianzhu to catch old Biden from Aggie Hancock? Why are you hanging around in this godforsaken place?"

Gousheng followed Du Weiguo closely, mumbling something to himself.

This guy is a born fool with a thick nerve. Even in front of Du Weiguo today, he still has no respect for others, speaks without restraint, and dares to say anything.

But to be honest, Du Weiguo really likes this feeling.

Lei Qianjun was also there, and his complexion looked much better. Although he didn't say anything, his eyes were full of curiosity and confusion.

After being apart for a few years, he has become increasingly unable to see through this young "old leader" and has become very secretive about the matter.

"Gou Sheng, professional matters should be left to professionals, and at the same time, they should also be left to the right people."

Du Weiguo didn't even turn his head and replied indifferently.

"What do you mean? Boss, aren't we professionals?" Gousheng didn't quite understand and scratched his head with a confused look.

Damn, what's the point of being professional? You're completely clueless after appearing on camera. What can you do? Du Weiguo rolled his eyes and didn't answer the question.

Lao Lei reacted much faster than Gou Sheng and asked hesitantly:

"Boss, you mean that Nim is the professional and more suitable person?"

"Ah."

  Du Weiguo stopped and handed a cigarette to him and Gousheng respectively:

“Nim is a top agent from the CIA. Although the CIA’s base in Mumbai has been destroyed, the foundation accumulated over the years is still there.

Nim is enough to deal with a few tomb robbers and a cultural relic broker. You can't help them even if you go there. As for me~"

"A sledgehammer to kill a chicken!" Lao Lei could barely keep up with Du Weiguo's train of thought at this moment, and rushed to give the answer.

Gousheng also reacted at this moment, and shouted:

"No, Lao Lei, you are wrong. The boss has been deified now. He is the only one in the world. If he personally takes action against these little bastards, it is like using a bullet to kill a mosquito!"

"Snapped!"

  Du Weiguo couldn't stand it any longer, so he slapped Gousheng on the back of his head and angrily scolded him:

"What the hell are you talking about? You're saying I'm the only one in the world, do you think I'm the Tathagata Buddha? Don't you know I hate these thieves the most?"

  Gousheng was gritting his teeth in pain, but he was not angry. He rubbed his head and smiled awkwardly:

"Hehe, boss, you are much more powerful than Buddha Tathagata! What else can those fat-headed guys do besides swindling money from incense offerings?"

  Du Weiguo rolled his eyes at him in annoyance:

"Okay, stop being so mean. There's a restaurant up ahead. It's said to be a century-old restaurant. Their rum meatballs and barbecue are both top-notch.

Let's go have a good meal to celebrate the two of you surviving the disaster. Good times have come after bad times. Let's not go home until we're drunk today."

Upon hearing this, Gousheng immediately grinned:

"That's great. Hey, that's the good thing about being out now. I can eat meat and drink wine at my leisure. I don't have to look around for meat and wine tickets anymore, and I don't have to be sneaky anymore!"

  Lao Lei couldn't stand it anymore and said to him with a dark face:

"Tsk, as the old saying goes, a son will never despise his mother's ugliness, and a dog will never despise his family's poverty. Gousheng, what if I starved you when we were in the old city?

What you said is that the moon is rounder outside, right? Why don’t you try it if you don’t have money? I guess you won’t even be able to eat shit and will starve to death! "

Although Lao Lei's words were harsh and unpleasant to hear, they were true.

They were unfamiliar with Oman and did not speak the language. Most importantly, they did not know English and had no US dollars in their pockets.

It was really like crying to the sky and the earth for help, but no one answered. Without Du Weiguo's protection, they really couldn't move forward.

  Gousheng was a thick-skinned guy. He didn't get angry even when he was pouted. Instead, he puffed out his chest and said proudly:

"So what? I'm lucky. I have a shield. From now on, I, Chen Jiansheng, will be able to eat and drink delicious food wherever I go."

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo and Lei Qianjun were amused by him, but what he said was not wrong.

With Du Weiguo's current status and with his protection, Gou Sheng can not only enjoy the good life, but also walk around freely wherever he goes. Not only that, everyone has to respectfully call him Brother Gou.

"Okay, stop playing around, let's go and eat some meat!"

Du Weiguo couldn't stand his arrogant face, so he raised his hand and hit him again.

In the east of the city, about 3 kilometers away from the Sultan's Palace, there is a magnificent temple. The old-fashioned barbecue restaurant that Du Weiguo and his friends are going to eat is near the temple.

When we were still a few hundred meters away from the barbecue restaurant, a faint aroma of burnt barbecue began to permeate the air, reaching straight to the top of our heads and making us salivate.

Gousheng's eyes lit up and he couldn't help licking his lips: "Tsk, tsk, it smells so damn good. I'm going to eat meat today. I want to eat a whole sheep!"

Lao Lei also sniffed and nodded in agreement:

“Yes, indeed, the mutton here is good, and they are really willing to feed it well when it is being prepared, so it smells very fragrant.

However, I think the barbecue in our northwest is better. Boss, you have been to many places, where do you think the barbecue is the best?"

There was some personal opinion in Lao Lei's words. After all, he was also a political worker and it had become an instinct for him. However, Du Weiguo did not respond.

Seeing no response, Lao Lei thought Du Weiguo was angry, and quickly turned his head to look at him.

At this moment, Du Weiguo's brows were tightly furrowed, his face was gloomy, and he was staring at the temple not far away without blinking.

"Boss, what's wrong?" Lao Lei's tone sounded a little nervous.

  "Huh~" Du Weiguo let out a long breath, retracted his gaze, and his tone became a little cold:

"It's okay, let's go, this shabby place is not very clean, let's go somewhere else to eat meat and drink."

"What? Why isn't it clean? The barbecue smells so good. I'm drooling. Boss, this place looks pretty good~"

Gousheng was confused and wanted to argue, but was interrupted by the sensible and perceptive Lao Lei who pulled his arm.

"Shut up and listen to the boss!"

Du Weiguo didn't say anything. He turned around and walked away with a cold face. However, he stopped after only a few steps and looked towards the direction of the temple again.

His expression changed again and again, and finally he sighed helplessly:

"Oh, it's so annoying. The evil really never ends!"

"Boss, what's going on? Stop playing tricks and tell us." Gousheng also realized that something was wrong. He was impatient and asked directly.

Du Weiguo glanced at him, pointed at the blue-brown wall of the temple not far away, and said in a gloomy tone:

"Gousheng, do you see that wall?"

"Yeah, I saw it, so what?" Gousheng looked puzzled and nodded foolishly, looking silly and cute.

"There are at least several hundred people buried in that wall." Du Weiguo's tone was full of disgust when he spoke.

"What?" Upon hearing this, Gousheng was stunned and his eyes widened.

Lei Qianjun frowned tightly and asked tentatively:

"Boss, are you saying that there are hundreds of skeletons hidden in the walls of this temple?"

Du Weiguo shook his head, his tone full of undisguised disgust:

"It's not a skeleton, but a corpse. It's a recent corpse. It's probably only been dead for a few days. The flesh and blood have just started to rot."

The walls of this temple are all made of bluestone blocks that are one meter square. Due to the long time, the surface has oxidized and turned brown.

Moreover, the wall was of the sandwich type, with a layer of about half a meter between the inner and outer walls, and countless corpses were sealed inside with mud and sand.

There were both male and female, young and old, among the corpses. All of them were standing with their hands raised high, tightly wrapped in layers of linen. At a glance, there were nearly a thousand of them.

The older corpse had been there for who knows how many years and had turned into dry bones. The newer one must have been sealed in the last few days, as its flesh and blood were still there, and even its painful expression was still vivid.

With Du Weiguo's eyesight, he can easily tell them apart.

All of them were wrapped alive with sackcloth, then sealed in the cracks, and finally suffocated to death. Perhaps some of their resentment before death was retained, and the accumulation of a little made a lot, so the entire wall became a huge "field" that exuded a cold atmosphere.

Du Weiguo could sense it from several hundred meters away.

The key point is that this is only one of the walls of the temple. Du Weiguo did not pass by the other walls, so they should be similar.

In other words, this temple has killed at least thousands of people in an extremely cruel way. It is a complete evil temple.

Du Weiguo was also speechless. Damn it, he really was incompatible with the gods and Buddhas in the world. It seemed that he would be humiliated every time he encountered such supernatural places.

"Hundreds of corpses? Boss, do you mean this is a murder temple?"

Gousheng's expression became serious, and his hand subconsciously reached into his arms, tightly grasping the handle of the weapon.

There was no fear in his eyes, only eagerness to try.

You know, they just came out of China, they despise all kinds of evil, and at the same time they have an overflowing sense of justice and cannot tolerate any sand in their eyes.

At this point, two background hints must be added.

First, Du Weiguo has extraordinary eyesight and there are people with special abilities. Lao Lei and the others actually already knew this when they were in Sijiu City.

As for the fact that he had the ability to see through things, Du Weiguo told them when they met again.

Therefore, Lao Lei naturally believed in his words.

Second, Lao Lei and Gousheng’s weapons and equipment have also been fully upgraded. Now they are wearing the latest ultra-thin full-body bulletproof vests under their clothes.

This thing is a piece of black technology developed by the KGB, and it can be considered a high-end version of a Kevlar bulletproof vest.

It is only 6 mm thick and very elastic, but it can withstand close shooting from 7.62 mm caliber rifles, which makes it very rare.

Mikhail sent a total of 10 sets to Du Weiguo, all of which arrived with Rod's submarine.

Lao Lei and Gousheng are both ordinary people. Their combat power is definitely at the bottom among Du Weiguo's subordinates, and they are also fragile, so they were given the equipment as soon as they received it.

In addition, their main weapons have now become MP5 submachine guns equipped with silencers.

This classic weapon is lightweight, has a high rate of fire, minimal recoil, and is very stable. It is the most advanced submachine gun today and will remain so for decades to come.

Lao Lei and his friends couldn't let it go after receiving it. They even wanted to hold it while sleeping. In the old city, this thing had never been used, let alone even seen or heard of.

Du Weiguo nodded: "Yes, there is no doubt that this is definitely a black temple."

"Fuck! Then why are we still standing there? Boss, let's just rush in and destroy this devil's cave!"

Gousheng is only 20 years old this year, at the age of full of vigor and recklessness. Especially now with Du Weiguo's support, he is even more daring.

He directly took out the submachine gun from his windbreaker, and without saying a word, he pulled the bolt swiftly, showing a fierce posture as if he was about to rush in and kill.

"You're messing around, put your gun away immediately."

Du Weiguo gave a low scolding. Seeing that Gou Sheng looked neither convinced nor puzzled, he explained unhappily:

"Even if we want to speak out against injustice, this is not the way to do it. This is after all the capital of Oman, and it's not far from the Sultan's Palace.

If we start fighting without asking for the truth, we will be disrespecting the Sultan, which is a slap in the face. Do you understand?"

  Gou Sheng was stunned and asked subconsciously:

"Boss, you are so high up now that even Citigroup and the Russian bears have bowed down to you. Do we still need to explain these empty social etiquettes to the Sultan of Oman?"

Du Weiguo was so confused by his question that he didn't know how to respond.

"Gousheng, just shut up for a while."

Lao Lei couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he used some tricks and took the gun away from him.

"Although the boss is powerful now, he also has many enemies. More friends mean more paths, and fewer enemies mean fewer obstacles. Having more friends is better than having more enemies."

Du Weiguo patted Lao Lei's shoulder with satisfaction:

"Old Lei is right. No matter how powerful I am, I can't be perfect in everything. There will always be times when I can't do what I want. If I can avoid making enemies, I'd better keep a low profile."

"Boss, I'm sorry, yes, I didn't think enough."

Gousheng had calmed down now, realizing that he had been too impulsive just now, and a look of embarrassment appeared on his face.

"Okay, be more careful next time."

Du Weiguo was too lazy to argue with him and just waved towards the distance. A few minutes later, a capable man ran up to him.

"Hello, Mr. Wesley, my name is Lach, what can I do for you?"

The man named Rah spoke in a very respectful tone. He was wearing a traditional white Arab robe and a white turban.

About 35 years old, tall and thin, with aquiline nose, beard and bright eyes.

When Du Weiguo, the notorious killer, went out, he repeatedly told others that he could wander around on his own and no one needed to follow him.

However, how could the Omani authorities allow him to walk the streets alone without any hesitation?

Naturally, someone would be sent to follow and serve from a distance, and the person in charge was the guy in front of him named Rah.

He is the captain of the guard of the Sultan of Oman and also serves as the deputy director of the Intelligence Department of the Oman Ministry of Defense. In Muscat, he is definitely a big shot.

Du Weiguo nodded without denying anything and pointed to the temple not far away: "Rah, what temple is this?"

Although he felt a little puzzled when he heard this question, he still answered honestly:

"Mr. Wesley, this is the Krishna temple."

Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows slightly: "Krishna? The black god, the temple of the Indians?"

Krishna is the black god in Hinduism and is regarded as the eighth incarnation of Vishnu. However, this god has a violent and cruel personality, and is somewhere between good and evil.

Rah nodded:

"Yes, Mr. Wesley. Oman used to be a colony of England. At that time, many Indians came to Muscat to live and work. This temple was built by them. It is nearly a hundred years old."

  Du Weiguo curled his lips and said in a teasing tone:

"You Omanis are quite tolerant on religious issues, allowing other religions to spread in the capital?"

  Lach did not hear the teasing in Du Weiguo's tone, and even had a hint of arrogance on his face:

"Yes, Mr. Wesley, our Sultan is very generous and allows other sects to coexist."

  Du Weiguo turned his head and took another look at the temple wall, his expression becoming half-smile:

"Really? Rah, do people often disappear inexplicably in Muscat?"

"Ah? Missing? Sir, I, I don't quite understand what you mean."

Rah was confused by this irrelevant question.

"Come on, follow me!"

Du Weiguo didn't waste any words and strode towards the temple. Although Lach didn't understand why, he could only follow him closely.

A moment later, Du Weiguo stood beside the blue-brown wall of the temple. He first put on the bulletproof gloves custom-made for him by MI6, and then tapped them gently with his fingers.

"Mr. Wesley, you~"

Under Lach's puzzled gaze, Du Weiguo suddenly exerted force and punched with his right hand, hitting the wall hard.

"boom!"

The solid outer wall made of pure stone slabs was dented by his tremendous force, leaving a deep pit and a large crack.

"Bang!" Without waiting for everyone to recover from the shock, Du Weiguo threw another punch without hesitation.

The outer wall could no longer bear the pressure and collapsed into a deep pit. Sand and gravel poured down, revealing the hollow space inside and a body wrapped in sackcloth.

Du Weiguo hit the corpse right in the face, and he reached out and pulled the sackcloth.

"Hiss~"

As the sound of tearing cloth was heard, a human face with an extremely painful expression that had just rotted was revealed. Just looking at it was creepy.

Du Weiguo patted the gravel on his gloves:

"Rah, there are hundreds or even thousands of corpses like this buried in this wall."