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

"Ms. Hu, what should we do about the conflict between us and England? You need to come up with a plan as soon as possible, otherwise the conflict will inevitably escalate."

Sergei took the initiative to speak, interrupting Miss Hu's thoughts.

Yesterday afternoon, a Russian cruiser sailed to the waters near Kemper Bay and had a conflict with an English offshore patrol boat.

It’s more of a confrontation than a conflict.

Neither side used any firearms. They simply drove past each other's side, then confronted each other on the sea like fighting cocks, spraying each other with loud speakers.

However, this stirred up a hornet's nest. Kemper Bay is located on the coast of India, not far from the English naval base.

A destroyer that was under maintenance at the port, along with several patrol boats, rushed to provide support.

When it comes to a fight, the Russian bear has never been afraid. After receiving the news, more than a dozen warships in the Gulf of Oman and Sooraki Gulf immediately changed direction, running at full speed, and rushed towards Kempard Bay.

The British Empire still has some glory left, especially on its own territory, so it is naturally unwilling to be outdone.

All the warships near the Arabian Sea were mobilized at the first opportunity, as well as a few shabby sampans from the Indian Navy, and they gathered together in Kempard Bay.

The shadow of war instantly enveloped the Arabian Sea, and the atmosphere was tense and ready to break out.

To put it bluntly, the Russian bear and the British Empire are not easy to deal with. In the beginning, they did encircle and attack Leonard and his group just for the lost pineapple.

At the same time, they were forced by Du Weiguo to cooperate and jointly block the sea.

But now the culprit Leonard has been killed, and although the whereabouts of the big pineapple is unknown, the Saudi side is still searching for it everywhere.

However, both Russia and England, including Citigroup, have already had a rough idea in their minds that this thing was most likely secretly sent by Du Weiguo.

With his extraordinary abilities, it was extremely easy for him to fool Shate, who was a weak fighter.

Therefore, the reason why the sea is still closed is for the huge business of oil. Now the Soviet Union and England are confronting each other for the competition of sea transportation routes.

No matter what, everything is for profit.

  Miss Hu rolled her eyes at Sergei in anger:

"I haven't asked you yet? Kempard Bay is India's territorial waters. What are you doing with your warships? Are you trying to cause trouble?"

  Sergey was prepared:

"Ms. Hu, our warships were tracking a suspicious cargo ship to Kemper Bay, but the British warships deliberately shielded and blocked it."

"Now, we have reason to suspect that the British and Marsal have colluded with each other."

Sergei put the charge on England's head without hesitation.

Upon hearing this, Gibson's brows immediately frowned, but he finally held back and didn't say anything.

His position was a bit awkward; on the surface, he was a senior official in the former Sixth Bureau, but in fact, he was a nail planted by the KGB.

But now, he is just Du Weiguo's personal intelligence officer, so keeping silent is the best choice.

Miss Hu was certainly not so easy to fool, and she immediately retorted:

"Sergei, you just speak without thinking, don't you? Do you have any concrete evidence? I still suspect that the Russian bear wants to take this opportunity to attack India and start a world war."

Sergei's tone choked: "Uh, yes, Ms. Hu, you are teaching me that I was not thoughtful in what I said."

Miss Hu said impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense, quickly notify Nikonov and withdraw all the warships."

Sergey lowered his head:

"I'm very sorry, Ms. Hu. In fact, I have already contacted (the chairman), but the navy is not under the jurisdiction of our safety committee."

After being rejected, Miss Hu's face suddenly turned gloomy and she felt helpless and furious. She certainly understood what Sergei meant.

The KGB and Nikonov only obey Du Weiguo's orders. As for her, just go and cool off.

The reason why he was in a hurry to find Du Weiguo was mainly because of the current urgent situation. After all, everyone was now claiming to be working for him.

Lamma Island, Lo Ti Shan, Lao Mu Guan, main hall.

"Squeak~"

The door to the back hall was pushed open, and several believers in blue-gray Taoist robes came in one after another. They must have come to take over the night shift.

The reason why they are called believers instead of Taoists.

This is because although they were wearing Taoist robes, they all had short hair, did not wear Taoist buns, and did not wear Taoist caps. They were still wearing casual clothes underneath. They were clearly a group of fakes who were selling dog meat under the guise of mutton.

  Suddenly seeing the unfamiliar face of Du Weiguo and the corpse on the ground, their faces suddenly changed drastically, and the leader shouted angrily:

"Who are you?"

"Puff, puff, puff~" He was answered by a sudden burst of rapid gunfire.

Du Weiguo showed no mercy. Several believers were shot to pieces by bullets almost at the same time and fell to the ground without a sound.

A total of five believers walked in, and in an instant, he killed four of them like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, leaving only one.

The leader, who was also the guy who questioned Du Weiguo, was tall and thin, with a slightly cross-eyed look.

"Who are you? How dare you harm the pious in front of the Virgin Mary? You will definitely be punished~uh~"

The cross-eyed man was so frightened by this sudden change that he was shaking like a sieve. He pointed at Du Weiguo and cursed him bitterly, but he only said halfway when his words turned into a muffled groan.

Du Weiguo grabbed his shoulder blade, and his big hands like iron clamps easily crushed his bones.

"I ask you questions and you answer them. If you waste one more word, I'll kill you. Do you understand?"

"Ming, I understand."

A strong, foul smell came, and the crotch of the cross-eyed man was soaked. He peed, and he didn't know whether it was because of the pain or the fear.

Du Weiguo frowned in disgust: "How many people are there in this temple?"

Cross-eyed was sweating profusely from the pain, his voice was hoarse, and he stammered back:

"More than 100 people, I, I don't know exactly how many there are."

"Who is your leader and which room does he live in?"

To be honest, Du Weiguo is really too lazy to take care of these little Karas at the bottom of society.

He wanted to capture the leader first, behead the leader, and then set fire to the place and burn it to the ground.

Those who managed to escape will be left to Mengbo and his men to deal with, and as for the remaining believers, they will be left to Rick and his men to deal with.

This Taoist temple is quite large and has quite a few buildings. Even with Du Weiguo's sharp eyes, he couldn't see through it at a glance, and he was too lazy to search the ground.

Hearing this question, the cross-eyed look in his eyes flickered noticeably. Du Weiguo snorted coldly and couldn't help but increase the strength in his hands.

"Uh~"

The cross-eyed man's eyeballs were almost bulging out, and just as he wanted to wail, his mouth was blocked by the cold gun barrel.

"Last chance." Du Weiguo's tone was colder than ice.

"Woo, woosu~" the cross-eyed man replied vaguely.

Du Weiguo pulled out the gun barrel. After he retched twice, he replied tremblingly:

"My leader is~~"

The leader of this group of people burning incense was called Sui Zhongxiang, a native of Guangdong Province, from Xingning County, Meizhou, not far from Wuhua, so he was a fellow townsman of Miao Weizi.

Like Miao Weizhi, his family has been trained in martial arts for generations, traveling around the country. When there is work, they work as bodyguards, and when there is no work, they work as bandits. They are half black and half white.

In the past two years, due to the special situation in the country, the whole country has been in chaos, leaving no room for survival for people like them.

So, since a few years ago, this group of troublemakers have been coming to Hong Kong Island to make a living.

After Sui Zhongxiang came to Hong Kong Island, he was actually quite honest at first. He worked in a factory, did labor, and even joined a gang.

However, two years ago, he met a fortune teller who set up a stall on the street and called himself Zi Yang Zhenren.

From then on, Sui Zhongxiang began to claim himself as the reincarnation of the Venerable Fu Hu, and vigorously promoted burning incense and worshiping the state of non-birth among his fellow villagers.

It must be said that this guy seems to be born for this job. He has good skills, good eloquence, and many fellow villagers. In just two years, he has developed from nothing to today's scale.

"Your Excellency, no, Sui Zhongxiang lives in the meditation room in the East Courtyard. Boss, I am just a lackey, following you to make a living~~"

Du Weiguo interrupted him in a low voice: "Where is that Ziyang Zhenren?"

  Cross-eyed man shook his head desperately:

"I don't know, I really don't know. He is very mysterious. No one has ever seen him except Sui Zhongxiang."

"What about the women kidnapped from Hong Kong Island?"

Upon hearing this, Cross-Eyed's pupils trembled suddenly, as if he had seen a ghost, revealing an expression of incomparable fear.

"Hmm?" Du Weiguo snorted coldly.

  Cross-eyed was so scared that tears flowed down his cheeks:

"I, I said, I don't know, I, my level is too low, I don't have the chance to touch these women, Boss, I'm telling the truth, please~"

"Click!"

In response, he heard the creepy sound of bones cracking.

The cross-eyed man's neck was broken, and his entire head drooped strangely on his shoulders.

With Du Weiguo's current terrifying strength and muscle strength, breaking a human bone is as easy as breaking a toothpick with your hands.

He once secretly experimented and found that when he tried his best, he could bend a seamless steel pipe as thick as his arm and with a wall thickness of 12 mm.

If he were still competing with the Avengers superheroes, Du Weiguo's current physical fitness should be similar to Spider-Man, only inferior to the Hulk and Thor.

But if it is a life-and-death fight, they are all younger brothers who can be killed in one second. Even the green fat man probably can't withstand the floating and sinking knife that can cut through iron like mud.

At this moment, a foul smell emanated from the cross-eyed man's body. This guy had his neck twisted and had a stress reaction. Du Weiguo kicked his body a few meters away with disgust, raised his head and glanced at the magnificent statue in front of him, frowned and muttered to himself.

"Master Zi Yang? Could it be that the Zhang family from Shaanxi Province can no longer make it in China, so they have fled to Hong Kong Island to stir up trouble?"

Zhenren Zi Yang, this Taoist name has a great origin, it is not groundless, but has a source. It existed during the Northern Song Dynasty, was conferred by the imperial court, and was re-conferred in the Ming Dynasty.

Zhang Boduan, the founder of the Zi Yang Sect, and all the successive masters were known as Zi Yang Zhenren. Their temple was located in Zi Yang Mountain in Ankang, Shaanxi Province.

The head of the Zi Yang Sect, a serious Xuanmen sect, is hereditary and all have the surname Zhang, so it is also called the Zi Yang Zhang Family.

These Taoist stories were all told to him by Mr. Qian and Hanwen during their casual chats.

"Impossible. Even if they are really from the Zhang family, the orthodox Xuanmen sect would not get involved with Bai Lian, a troublemaker."

Du Weiguo shook his head, directly denying the idea, and then his figure flashed and disappeared out of thin air.

"boom!"

The next moment, in the Zen room in the east courtyard, Du Weiguo fell from the sky like a meteor, with unparalleled force, and directly smashed the door.

This Zen house was the residence of Sui Zhongxiang. In addition to having independent front and back yards, the main room in the north wing was also a suite.

There were bunk beds on both sides of the outer room, on which lay several sturdy men, who should be his confidants and bodyguards.

These guys were obviously martial artists, and they reacted quickly, jumping up as soon as they heard the sound of the door being broken.

"Who?"

While shouting, he had already grasped the weapon in his hand. There were guns hidden under their pillows.

"Woo~~" What responded to them was a burst of rapid gunfire like the wailing of evil spirits.

Amidst the debris, Du Weiguo was like a soul-catcher from hell. Without a word, before he could even stand firmly, he held the gun in both hands and started shooting left and right.

In just one second, Du Weiguo emptied two Uzi submachine guns, pouring out a total of 60 rounds of bullets.

These men trembled as if they had been electrocuted and collapsed on the bed. Each of them was shot at least five times and was like a sieve.

The reason why he didn't shoot in the head was because Du Weiguo didn't want to reveal his identity, otherwise it would be more efficient and half a second would be enough.

Today, Du Weiguo is no longer Amon, and killing people is as easy as eating and drinking.

Back then, when he had just made his debut, he was suddenly ambushed by several gunmen in Bincheng. He tried his best to kill his opponent, but he was also shot in the stomach and nearly died.

These men now not only have more people, but their skills are also better than those gunmen back then. However, they couldn't hold on for even a second.

Killing people is like cutting grass. This was originally an extremely exaggerated description, but for Du Weiguo, it became an ironclad fact.

"Damn it, a dying struggle!"

There was a sudden gleam of light in Du Weiguo's eyes.

He exerted force on his feet and leaped to the side suddenly. His body was so fast that it left a shadow and he jumped nearly ten meters away in an instant.

"Boom boom~~"

The thunderous sound of gunfire completely tore apart the pre-dawn silence.

Several bullets flew past his body, barely missing him.

The solid wooden door of the inner room, which was more than ten centimeters thick, was torn into pieces by the hot bullet in an instant, like a fragile piece of paper.

This is a Soviet-made drum-fed PKM light machine gun.

This thing has a firing rate of 800 rounds per minute, a range of 1500 meters, and a 120-round drum magazine, which can provide nearly 2 minutes of sustained firepower.

He was hit by a bullet at close range and his whole body was shattered. It was definitely the most powerful and toughest squad machine gun at the time. Du Weiguo had to temporarily avoid its attack.

"call out!"

However, only half a second later, Du Weiguo's counterattack arrived, and the shrill scream suppressed PKM's roar.

"Ugh~" The gunshots stopped, replaced by a man's muffled groan.

"Swish!" Du Weiguo turned his wrist, and another Evil Shuttle shot out with a sharp scream.

This shuttle seemed to have eyes. It passed through the hole left by the bullet and pierced accurately into a man's shoulder. The huge kinetic energy directly nailed the man to the wall.

"Oh my god! Is this how Lord Sha Shen displays his power? Even the heavy machine guns are moving. This is basically a war!"

While his mother was watching at the back door, Meng Bo was squatting on the branch of a big tree, tightly gripping the revolver in his hand, his palms full of cold sweat.

Although he was gifted and had excellent marksmanship, he had never experienced any big scenes, let alone a real battlefield.

Therefore, he could not tell the difference between a general-purpose light machine gun and a heavy machine gun.

"Brother, what kind of gun is this?"

At the main gate of the Taoist temple, the Zhencun siblings were squatting in the bushes. Hearing the deafening gunshots, Zhencun Xiang's face turned pale and he asked tremblingly.

"It should be a Soviet-made PKM light machine gun, a very fierce and powerful weapon. If you get hit by it, you will almost certainly die."

Hideyuki Makimura's tone was solemn, but this guy was still quite professional and called out the name of the gun accurately.

He once studied at the National Defense University of Japan and was an excellent student in the command department. However, because of his mixed-race background, he was expelled from the school before graduation.

It was also for this reason that he was so angry that he brought his sister across the ocean to Hong Kong Island.

"machine gun?"

"Yes."

"Then it's definitely not the weapon of the evil spirit. Brother, why do these people who burn incense have such powerful weapons?"

Makimura Kaori's voice trembled even more violently.

Hideyuki Makimura's forehead was also sweating, but he still explained while pretending to be calm.

"These charlatans are not good at anything else, but they are quite good at making money. With money, they can naturally buy any guns they want."

"Brother, if these guys rush out with guns like this, how can we stop them?"

Makimura Kaori's face was pale, without even a trace of blood left.

She swallowed and clenched the weapon in her hand tightly, as if this could bring her some comfort and make her less afraid.

Her weapon was an old-fashioned police .38 police pistol.

This gun is older than she is. It was a weapon that was eliminated a few years ago. She bought it on the black market for 1000 Hong Kong dollars.

After thinking for a while, Makimura Hideyuki shook his head:

"Impossible. The number of such weapons entering Hong Kong Island is extremely small, and the price on the black market is ridiculously high. It is impossible for them to have many."

However, there should be no shortage of ordinary weapons and these miscellaneous items. Makimura Hideyuki swallowed the second half of the sentence and did not say it out loud.

  He changed the subject:

"Ah Xiang, please retreat further and hide behind that big banyan tree. If their firepower is very strong and beyond imagination, you must not shoot, but retreat quietly and quickly."

"Brother! What are you talking about~" Makimura Kaori was about to retort, but was interrupted by her brother as soon as she opened her mouth.

"Ah Xiang, listen to me carefully. I have investigated carefully. Although the evil spirit is domineering, he is a man who values ​​friendship.

If anything happens to me because of his commission, he will definitely take care of you. If there is a chance, you should quit this job."

"Brother~" The atmosphere of life and death, and the instructions that sounded like a will, made Makimura Kaoru's eyes instantly red.

But at this moment, they heard the soul-stirring scream and the abrupt roar of the machine gun.

"Hey! The sound of machine guns suddenly stopped. Brother, could it be that the evil spirit was killed?"

"No! That scream just now should be from the Demon Shuttle. The machine gunner was killed!"

At this moment, in the inner room of the Zen room, Du Weiguo walked step by step to the man who was nailed to the wall by the Evil Shuttle, and looked at him with a teasing look.

The man, who was probably in his 30s, was completely naked. He was very tall and strong, with a beard, a leopard-like head and round eyes, and looked quite powerful.

However, at this moment, the tough guy was in a rather miserable state.

Both his shoulders were pierced by the Evil God Shuttle, and his bones were shattered. He hung on the wall like bacon, just like Jesus.

But this guy was a tough guy and he managed to hold back and not scream.

  He stared at Du Weiguo with a pair of narrow eyes in the dim light of dawn, and asked with difficulty:

"You, who are you?"

"Woo~"

Du Weiguo did not answer him, but suddenly turned around and fired two Uzis at the same time, instantly sweeping over a dozen believers who came to check the situation.

"Boom boom boom~"

Uzi had just emptied its magazine when explosions rang out one after another seamlessly. More than a dozen high-explosive grenades took away more than a dozen lives.

All the believers in the Taoist temple were stunned by this thunderous saturation attack.

They were all ordinary people, or gangsters. The best of them had only practiced for two days and were no longer skilled in fighting. They had never seen such a scene before.

They were all terrified and hesitated to move forward.

  Du Weiguo then turned around and glanced at the burly man hanging on the wall with a joking look:

"Silly, you dare to plant your flag without even knowing me. I am the God of Death, the Lord of Hong Kong Island." (End of this chapter)