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

At night, in the side hall of the Sultan's Palace halfway up the mountain.

"Sir, Miss Hu has sent the latest news. The case of Thamud was most likely caused by the two powerful people under Masar."

After hearing Gibson's report, Du Weiguo sat up straight, his eyes sparkling:

"Are they just the two of them, or are all of Marsar's group here?"

  Gibson did his homework and replied immediately:

"Ms. Hu said that according to the traces at the scene, there should be only two of them."

  "Oh?" Du Weiguo reacted instantly, his lips curled up slightly, and his tone became a little playful:

"When disaster strikes, everyone flees. Could it be that this bunch of scum has turned into a leader?"

He was speaking Chinese, and it was the gang's jargon, so Gibson naturally didn't understand a word he said.

But he was not an ordinary person. He guessed most of the answer based on Du Weiguo's expression and the relationship between the previous and next sentences.

"Sir, it's very likely that because we were chasing too closely, Marsal and his men had a falling out on the way and broke up."

Du Weiguo was very satisfied with Gibson's keen insight:

"Well, has Miss Hu started following up?"

Gibson's expression was a little strange, and he thought for a while before answering:

"Ms. Hu immediately contacted the Brotherhood's Fish Shopkeeper and seconded the Sand Wolf, who has a special sense of smell. She is currently advancing slowly towards the rain forest, chasing and waiting."

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo couldn't help rubbing his chin and smiled:

"Hu Da is a girl who won't miss out on anything that's a little bit cheaper."

Du Weiguo was indeed a little bit at a loss for words. He knew very well the strength of Miss Hu. In a sense, she was even stronger than him.

What's more, she now has the help of Shota and others. Even without the assistance of Sand Wolf with the ability of nose, she should be able to find Gray Whale and others by searching for the traces step by step and tracing the source.

However, he can legitimately send orders to the fish shopkeeper and use the brotherhood for free. The vengeful big fox will definitely not let go of such an opportunity.

  As a think tank, Gibson was very clear about his responsibilities. Seeing that Du Weiguo seemed to be in a good mood, he plucked up his courage and tried to remind him:

"Sir, should we inform Miss Hu? Don't be too careless and increase the progress appropriately."

Du Weiguo lit a cigarette, took the opportunity to think for a moment, and then shook his head:

"No need. They are just two minions. They are insignificant. Even if they run away, it doesn't matter. Just let them do what they want."

The biggest enemy, Leonard, has been killed, and the big pineapple that could explode at any time has also been taken away by him.

The string that had been tense in Du Weiguo's heart seemed to suddenly relax.

There is a sense of drawing the sword and looking around, feeling confused, but there is no rival in the world.

Lately, he has lost interest even in hunting down Masar for revenge, and he has never cared about the pursuit of national treasures.

In fact, Du Weiguo now just wants to find a place where no one knows him, lie down for a while, and then sleep till he is exhausted.

"Okay, sir. By the way, I heard that you are in the daytime~~"

Gibson was about to change the subject when Du Weiguo suddenly raised his hand to interrupt him.

His eyebrows were slightly raised and his ears were moving slightly. He heard a burst of gunfire coming from the direction of the temple.

The Krishna temple is very large, covering tens of thousands of square meters, and at least 1,800 people live inside.

These guys in the temple are not good people, so resistance is inevitable, so the gunshots are reasonable.

However, with Du Weiguo's current extraordinary hearing, he could tell that the gunshots were very chaotic and mixed, with no rhythm at all.

There were the distinctive sounds of the Sten submachine gun, the Scott revolver, the FAL automatic rifle, and even muffled explosions.

It looks like neither a grenade nor a rocket, and I don't know what it is.

Du Weiguo smiled sinisterly, his tone teasing, full of gloating:

“Haha, are we encountering resistance? The fight is so chaotic, could there be some powerful character in this black temple?”

"Sir, what are you doing?" The clever Gibson was stunned by his laughter.

Du Weiguo exhaled smoke slowly:

“Gibson, I was wandering the streets this afternoon when I stumbled upon a black temple and happened to tell Rah about it.

But there is a fight going on over there now, and it sounds quite lively, you can go and ask around to see what's going on."

"Oh, oh, yes, sir, I'll be right there."

Although Gibson kept a straight face, he was actually secretly complaining in his heart.

This new boss of mine is really a complete troublemaker, like a moving source of disaster. Wherever he goes, trouble occurs and there is never a moment of peace.

  Be it an evil temple or a black temple, what does it have to do with them?

"Boom~"

Gibson had just walked out of the door when a dull explosion was heard in the distance, and a dazzling ball of fire rose in the darkness, which even ordinary people could see and hear.

Gousheng naturally also heard the explosion. This guy was born to love noise, and he jumped up like a spring and hurried to the window to peek.

Seeing the rising flames, his face was filled with excitement that he could not hide.

"Boss, it's in the direction of the temple! Damn it, a fight must have started! Damn it, these damn bald thieves actually dare to resist?"

  Du Weiguo rolled his eyes at him in annoyance:

"Gousheng, stop making such a fuss. You have no culture at all. This temple is dedicated to Krishna from the Hindu religion.

Although it is called a temple, the Indian monks inside are not the monks we know as monks. They do not observe precepts or shave their heads. "

"Ah? Aren't monks monks? Boss, isn't Tianzhu the Western Paradise we often talk about? Don't all the people in Tianzhu believe in Buddhism?"

Gousheng scratched his head foolishly, with a look of curiosity on his face.

Even Lei Qianjun looked over eagerly. This topic obviously touched upon his blind spot in knowledge.

Du Weiguo smacked his lips and quickly went over in his mind the common sense that Miss Hu had once taught him.

Somewhat vaguely explained:

"Tianzhu is indeed the legendary Western Paradise and the birthplace of Buddhism. However, due to various reasons, Buddhism is now on the verge of extinction in Tianzhu.

The vast majority of the people believe in the native Indian religion, and Krishna is a god in Indian mythology. He is said to be the incarnation of the main god Vishnu, also known as Krishna.

"Black God, oh my god, this name sounds quite evil, he doesn't seem like a good guy!"

Gousheng is an extremely staunch materialist. He has no reverence for gods, immortals, and Buddhas, so he speaks without restraint.

But this time he guessed right.

Even in Indian doctrines, Krishna is not considered a righteous god. He is moody and can be both good and evil. This can be seen from the fact that the walls of this evil black temple are built with human lives.

Of course, Third Brother's train of thought is extremely peculiar and cannot be judged by common sense. These ruthless people can even take advantage of lizards. There is nothing they can't do.

"Well, he is not really a righteous god, but an evil god. However, the more this is the case, the more people fear him and the more they worship him."

Du Weiguo's words were full of meaning, and contained a hint of self-mockery. Old Lei understood immediately and quickly consoled him:

"Boss, the Bodhisattva is merciful, but he also has ruthless means. Even if there really are gods, they can't be good-natured people."

  It’s good to be in a high position. No matter what you do, there will be people flattering you. Du Weiguo shook his head and chuckled:

"Haha, that's enough, Lao Lei, stop trying to make amends for me. I can't clear my reputation as a stinking executioner."

"Boom~"

At this moment, another explosion was heard from the direction of the temple. Gou Sheng could no longer sit still and was scratching his head anxiously:

"Boss, the fighting in the temple is quite intense. Should we go over and help? It can be considered as a way to thank the Sultan for his hospitality and make some good friends at the same time."

Du Weiguo just smiled but didn't say anything, seeming a little secretive.

Gou Sheng was getting anxious and raised his voice again, "Boss!"

"Shut up!" Lao Lei glared at him fiercely and said sternly:

"Gou Sheng, can't you be more cautious? As the old saying goes, a thief is a thief if he comes uninvited. Even if the leader really wants to sell himself well, he has to wait for them to come over and invite him. Otherwise, if we run over stupidly, we will appear to be neither dignified nor worth much. You should use your brain in the future, understand?"

Lao Lei has a deep, steady and well-versed character.

He knew very well that Du Weiguo's status and position were no longer what they used to be. If he and Gou Sheng, his two old subordinates, wanted to follow him in the future, they must keep up with the times and keep up with his pace.

That's why he seized every opportunity and spared no effort to give Gousheng some advice.

"Sigh~" Gousheng was silent for a long time, a little lonely look appeared on his face, and he actually let out a sigh.

"No matter where you go, you can't escape these annoying social customs. Even now that I have become what I am today, I still can't escape them."

"Gou Sheng, what you said is absolutely correct."

  Du Weiguo was amused by his gloomy remarks:

"What is the way of the world? It is the rivers and lakes. Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. The sky is the lid of the furnace, the earth is the melting pot, and you and I are in the furnace."

"So, don't talk about me. Even saints cannot avoid vulgarity. Otherwise, why do you think Confucius worshipped the powerful official Yang Hu, and why did Guan Yu let Prime Minister Cao go at Huarong Road?"

These two stories, one comes from the Analects of Confucius, and the other comes from Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

Originally, the two things were totally unrelated, but now Du Weiguo has forced them together. It sounds reasonable at first, but in fact it makes no sense.

If Miss Hu was present, she would definitely sneer at him.

However, Gousheng, an illiterate man with no brains, listened with admiration and his eyes lit up:

"Boss, I find that you have become very knowledgeable and eloquent. You seem a little unfathomable."

"Damn it, I can only fool illiterate people like you. I can hardly fool anyone who has completed elementary school."

Du Weiguo secretly complained. Even though he was thick-skinned, he felt a little embarrassed by the compliments and quickly changed the subject:

"Uh, stop talking nonsense. I'm a little hungry. Gousheng, go ask if the camel is ready."

Du Weiguo and his friends hadn't had dinner yet. Of course, as the Sultan's most distinguished guests, they couldn't have gone without a treat.

In fact, dinner has been prepared since early this morning. There are two main dishes, oven-roasted mountain goat and a traditional Arabic dish, golden roasted camel.

This dish is time-consuming and has complicated procedures. It takes more than ten hours to prepare and it is still not ready.

Just as Gousheng reached the door, Gibson pushed it open and walked in:

"Sir, Rah is here and he wants to see you."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows slightly and gave Lao Lei a look, which meant that you were right and he really came to invite people.

Lao Lei responded with a subtle smile, but there was a barely perceptible smile flashing in his eyes.

This kind of seemingly casual recognition must be given. It is an important part of the art of controlling subordinates, and it was also taught by Miss Hu.

Rah's face looked very ugly, full of anxiety and anger, and he looked a little disheveled. His turban was gone, and there were some obvious burn marks on his body.

"Rah, what's going on? In your own lair, can't you handle a dilapidated temple?"

Oman is no longer the rare paradise in the Middle East that we have seen in later generations. It is still in the most chaotic stage of division, with warlords ruling the country and official decrees basically unable to leave the royal city.

Among these, there was also the instigation of the former colonizer England.

However, in the capital Muscat, the Omani government still has absolute control, and at least has the strength to clear out a temple.

Therefore, Du Weiguo was somewhat surprised to see Rah in such a miserable state.

"Mr. Wesley, I'm very sorry to disturb your rest. We encountered some trouble when we were clearing the temple."

"What trouble?"

Lahe licked his lips subconsciously, and said with difficulty: "There is a suspicion of someone with ability in the temple."

"A person with special abilities!" Du Weiguo became interested, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "What abilities does he have?"

"I'm not sure either." Rah seemed to recall something horrible, and shook his head with lingering fear:

"Those monks in the temple are like monsters. They are not afraid of bullets or death. They will rush over and hug us and blow themselves up."

  Hearing his description, Du Weiguo frowned and his tone became serious:

"Don't you have any heavy firepower? Can't you just flatten this broken temple?"

  Rah shook his head dejectedly:

"No, there are a lot of innocent civilians gathered near the temple. Once heavy firepower is used, it will cause unpredictable casualties."

  Du Weiguo seemed to have heard a huge joke and was completely stunned:

"Didn't you disperse the people and clear the area before the operation? Besides, didn't these people run away when they heard the gunfire?"

  Rahbara replied with grievance:

“We dispersed them and cleared the area, but these people gathered together again as if they were possessed by evil spirits, and remained silent like wooden stakes.

They just surrounded the temple and refused to retreat. Occasionally, someone in the crowd would come out and blow themselves up. Sir, we suffered heavy losses."

Du Weiguo frowned: "Have you tried tear gas?"

"I tried that, and it didn't work."

After hearing this, Du Weiguo had already roughly understood that there was most likely a person with the ability of mental control hiding in this temple.

But he still found it a little hard to believe what Lach said.

Even Miss Hu has a control limit of less than a thousand people, but this guy can actually control the people to surround the entire temple.

This is a bit scary.

You know, although Du Weiguo has not conducted a specific search of this temple, it is estimated that it is no less than tens of thousands of square meters.

To surround such a large building, at least several thousand people are needed. On this basis, people must be controlled to self-destruct and die.

This strength is too terrifying, it is simply unheard of, comparable to a true god.

Not to mention Miss Hu, even if he called his parents, Mr. Hu San Taiye and Mrs. Hu San Taina, the two ceilings of the demon world, it would be useless.

Du Weiguo's tone became serious: "Rah, according to your estimate, how many people have gathered around the temple?"

"At least 5 people, no more, no less."

"Hiss~" Hearing this number, Du Weiguo couldn't help but take a breath.

  Is this true? In a remote and desolate place like Oman, there is actually a real God hidden?

Impossible, absolutely impossible. If this grandson had such extraordinary ability, he would have unified the entire desert and established himself as king long ago.

Damn it, I don't believe it! Du Weiguo's desire to win was finally aroused:

"Come on, I'll go with you and take a look."

"Okay, okay, thank you, Mr. Wesley."

Upon hearing this, Lach heaved a long sigh of relief, his eyes filled with gratitude. He was indeed under a lot of pressure.

In the Middle East, most people, regardless of whether they are military or civilian, believe in gods and Buddhas. The strange vision just shown in the temple has scared everyone.

Not to mention continuing the attack, the fact that they didn't mutiny on the spot was already a sign of strict military discipline.

A moment later, Du Weiguo stood in front of the main gate of the temple.

At this moment, the gate of the temple was wide open, and the surroundings were full of mess and blood. There were many mutilated corpses lying on the ground, and a pungent stench filled the air.

Close to the three walls of the temple stood countless ragged people, all of them with expressionless faces and dull eyes, like zombies.

The interior of the temple was filled with dark grey, thick smoke, and from time to time there were strange sounds that sounded like chanting or groaning.

It's not loud, but the sound is clear and coupled with the eerie and spooky environment, it makes people feel creepy and they want to turn around and run away.

At this moment, thousands of Omani soldiers and police were hiding behind Du Weiguo in fear. They were almost scared to death.

"Tsk, that's quite interesting. I've never seen such a thing before."

  Du Weiguo's expression was quite amusing at this moment:

"What a grand show! I've met a false god today! It is said that old Biden from Masar is also a leader of the Slant Cult. Are they playing the same game?" (End of this chapter)