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

"Evil God!"

Upon hearing this, the bearded man who was nailed to the wall forgot the pain and looked straight at Du Weiguo.

At this moment, the lights in the room were off and the curtains were drawn, so the light was very dim and he could only barely make out a tall and straight figure.

  Du Weiguo walked a few steps towards him, lit a cigarette, and slowly exhaled the smoke:

"Yes, it's genuine."

In the flickering, faint light of the cigarette butt, Sui Zhongxiang caught a glimpse of a handsome face like a statue, and eyes like the abyss.

His pupils were shaking: "You, you are really~"

At this moment, Du Weiguo grabbed the Evil Shuttle, and Sui Zhongxiang immediately slipped and sat heavily on the ground.

Du Weiguo squatted in front of him and handed the cigarette to his lips:

  "Sui Zhongxiang, you seem like a real man, so I'll ask you a few questions, and then I'll give you a quick answer, how about that?

"Bang! Bang!"

Suddenly, a few low gunshots were heard from the direction of the back door, and a smile immediately appeared on Du Weiguo's lips.

This Meng Bo is okay. He dared to take action at the critical moment and did not let down his team.

Sui Zhongxiang held a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes flickering, his expression changing rapidly, and then he took a few deep puffs and spat out the cigarette butt with a puff:

"go ahead."

A moment later, a ball of red light rose from Ludi Mountain.

The raging fire, like a violent fire demon, devoured the entire Jinmu Temple in a very short time, visibly to the naked eye.

In the jungle not far from the main gate, even though it was nearly a hundred meters away, one could feel the scorching heat waves coming.

"Damn it, this mess, should I continue to take care of it?"

Du Weiguo's face looked uncertain under the firelight, and he frowned and muttered to himself.

"First, sir, let's leave quickly. The fire is so big, the police and marine police will probably be here soon."

Makimura Hideyuki trotted over to his side and gave anxious advice. Makimura Kaori and Meng Bo, who had rushed over to meet him, also stared at him nervously.

Meng Bo's face was extremely pale, without even a trace of blood, and there was some dirt at the corner of his mouth, as he had just vomited.

Today, he finally got his start in meat eating, but taking nine lives for the first time was almost beyond his tolerance.

  Du Weiguo did not answer immediately, and Makimura Hideyuki could not help but shout a few more times:

"Mr. Wesley, sir!"

  He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. How could he not be anxious? This was a major case involving more than a hundred lives. It was simply earth-shattering!

Once the police find them at the scene, especially some of them were beaten to death by Meng Bo, they will be buried in the mud and will probably spend the rest of their lives in jail.

Du Weiguo finally replied: "Well, let's go."

Upon hearing this, the trio felt as if they had been pardoned. They quickly spread their legs and turned to run towards the shore.

However, Du Weiguo seemed to have taken root and stood there without moving, he even lit a cigarette.

"First, sir, you're not leaving?"

The trio stopped immediately and turned to look at him. Makimura Xiang, who was running at the end, mustered up the courage to ask.

"Well, I won't go with you. You go first." Du Weiguo waved his hands, and no emotion could be heard in his voice.

"Okay, okay, goodbye sir." The little girl has learned her lesson now and dares not say any more nonsense.

"Wait a minute." Just as Zhencunxiang turned around, Du Weiguo called her again.

She was a little flustered and stammered, "Sir, do you have any other instructions?"

Du Weiguo dusted off his cigarette ash and said calmly:

"When you return to Hong Kong Island, go directly to Kunpeng's Ma Ning and tell him that you were the ones who killed all those people in Jinmu Temple, and that you were the ones who set the fire."

"What?" Upon hearing this, the trio were instantly petrified. Meng Bo, who was outspoken, shouted it out loudly.

"Oh my god! Lord Sha Shen, we can't handle such a big blame with our small bodies. Are you asking us to die?"

  Du Weiguo rolled his eyes at him unhappily, and simply ignored him, turning his head to look at Makimura Hideyuki who seemed to be thinking about something:

"When you see Ma Ning, show the Evil Spirit Shuttle and tell him that you are working for me. You found this group of people burning incense at the main altar and were attacked, so you were forced to fight back."

"Sir, you, you mean~~"

Hideyuki Makimura reacted quickly and immediately understood the hidden meaning in his words.

From now on, they, the few Yehu Zens, were real disciples of the God of Evil. He was so surprised that he almost went crazy, his eyes widened.

Du Weiguo nodded:

"Well, you guys, stop hanging around on the streets and just follow Ma Ning to work."

Du Weiguo continued after flicking off his cigarette butt:

“Remember, the leader of this group of people burning incense is Sui Zhongxiang, from Xingning, Meizhou, Guangdong Province. He is a fellow villager of Miao Weizhi, and his family is kind and saved him when he was smuggling.

Sui Zhongxiang forced him to kidnap women. The purpose was to get the purple river placenta. These idiots wanted to make elixirs to achieve immortality. The mastermind behind the scenes was a fortune teller who called himself Zi Yang Zhenren.

"Do you remember everything?"

Seeing that a few people were standing there in a daze as if they were listening to something incomprehensible, Du Weiguo frowned slightly and raised his tone.

"I remember, I remember." Makimura Hideyuki nodded quickly like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Okay, let Xiao Ma make sure to continue the investigation and completely clean up this group of people burning incense in Hong Kong Island."

At this point, Du Weiguo threw a small bag to the completely confused Meng Bo:

"This is the weapon I used just now. Your marksmanship is not bad, so I'll take these for you."

After saying that, Du Weiguo was too lazy to care about the three people who were still standing there in a daze, and waved his hand like chasing away flies:

"Okay, the police are coming soon, you guys should get out of here!"

At daybreak, the Jinmu Temple, which had been burned to ruins, was surrounded by hundreds of fully armed police officers in uniform.

In the relatively neat Guanqian Square, Rick, Uncle Jiu, and Xiao Ma Ge stood side by side, each with a different expression.

Uncle Jiu has aged a lot. His temples are all white, and his face is as dark as the bottom of a pot.

He is a man of impartiality and will not tolerate any injustice. Hundreds of people were murdered and burned right under his nose, and he was so angry that he almost exploded.

Rick had a blank expression on his face, but his eyes flickered a little. He had been through big scenes and seen many dead people.

Those who died were just troublemakers, he didn't care, he was thinking about other things.

As for Xiao Ma Ge, his expression was solemn and his eyes were conflicted. He was holding a Demon Shuttle in his hand and stroking it gently.

"Are you really Mr.'s people?"

In front of him stood a group of three people. Their weapons had been searched and confiscated, but fortunately they were not handcuffed.

Just now, they were driving the stolen yacht halfway when they were stopped by a patrol boat of the Hong Kong Island Water Police.

More than a dozen guards of the yacht club were knocked unconscious, the He family’s boat was lost, and there was a fire on Lamma Island, with corpses everywhere.

They were directly labeled as vicious thugs.

If it weren't for Zhencun Xiang's cleverness, who took out the Evil Shuttle in time and held it high, and the fact that the yacht belonged to the He family, the water police would have been afraid to use their weapons.

I'm afraid they would have been shot to pieces by the 30-caliber machine gun on the boat.

"Nonsense, who dares to pretend to be the disciple of Lord Sha Shen now in Hong Kong Island?"

Meng Bo was still as loud-mouthed and stern as ever, and he showed no fear even when facing some of Hong Kong Island's top bosses.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ma Ge's face suddenly changed, and Brother Qing immediately took a step forward with a fierce face.

  Makimura Hideyuki quickly pulled Meng Bo:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ma, Meng Bo is not very good at talking, but we are indeed your people."

Brother Xiao Ma waved his hand at Brother Qing to stop him from moving forward: "How do you know Mr.?"

Makimura Hideyuki was very quick-witted and immediately came up with a nearly perfect excuse:

"We got to know Mr. Mao through Miss Mao Aiyi. Mr. Mao asked us to secretly investigate some unusual things in Hong Kong Island."

Brother Ma is not easy to fool:

"Since you are Mr.'s people, how come you are just a private detective without even a license?"

Makimura Hideyuki's tone became more and more calm, and he replied calmly:

"Private detective is just our cover identity. We are well-informed and can easily get in touch with all walks of life and all kinds of people. As for the detective license, it's just because we don't want to be noticed by the police."

It is reasonable and logical, and it is indeed Du Weiguo's working style, just like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace.

Xiao Ma's expression eased, and his tone became much gentler:

"So, you've targeted this group of people burning incense?"

  Makimura Hideyuki nodded:

"Yes, Mr. Ma, we found that this group of people burning incense was not normal. They expanded too quickly and did many illegal things. That's why we tracked them down to their headquarters."

"Then you started killing people and set fire to the mountain!" Uncle Jiu couldn't help it and asked angrily!

  Makimura Hideyuki shook his head and denied:

"That's not the case. We were accidentally exposed when we were exploring the main altar. These incense burners were too fierce. They used knives and guns, and even heavy weapons. We had no choice but to fight back."

Makimura Hideyuki was very smart. He cut off the beginning and the end of his words, took the initiative to skip Miao Weizhi, and cleverly concealed the original intention of the matter. As for the kidnapped women, he did not mention a word. When Uncle Jiu was about to continue questioning, he was interrupted by Brother Xiao Ma: "Where is Miao Weizhi?"

  Makimura Hideyuki pretended to think for a moment:

"Miao Weizhi~Oh, I know him. He is from the same hometown as the incense master Sui Zhongxiang. He doesn't seem to burn incense, I'm not sure."

Xiao Ma's brows furrowed even more tightly: "What about Sui Zhongxiang?"

"I defeated this loser! He was really ruthless. He was holding a pkm and shooting everywhere. There was no way to keep him alive."

Meng Bo, who had been holding it in for a long time, finally found an opportunity to speak.

"What? He's dead?"

"Yes, and in the temple, his diehard followers also had guns in their hands. They were fearless and brave, but I killed them all."

Meng Bo still looked as carefree as ever, making people want to slap him.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ma Ge's face darkened and his back teeth began to clench.

He was not angry with Meng Bo, nor did he care how many people died. It was just that Sui Zhongxiang died, and his confidants were also killed.

Miao Weizi's whereabouts may very well become an unsolved case, and no one even knows whether he is dead or alive.

"More than a hundred lives? You beat them to death or burned them all? Did everyone have a PKM in their hands? This is simply lawless!"

Uncle Jiu was furious. Just as Meng Bo was about to speak, he was stopped by Makimura Hideyuki:

"Chief Inspector Feng, we didn't set the fire. It was those incense burners who lit it themselves."

"Bullshit! The brick wall has collapsed. This is clearly the fire caused by an incendiary bomb!"

Uncle Jiu is not someone who can be easily fooled. Of course, Makimura Hideyuki is no ordinary person either, and his mind works very quickly.

"Yes, it was a firebomb. The group of people burning incense wanted to use this thing to attack us, but they ended up setting the whole Taoist temple on fire."

Uncle Jiu was furious: "Keep making it up, a bunch of people burning incense, can they come up with incendiary bombs?"

Makimura Hideyuki shrugged:

"They even have PKMs, so why is it impossible for them to have incendiary bombs? Chief Inspector Feng, as Chief Inspector Hua, this is all within your scope of responsibility. Please investigate the source of the weapons."

  Being outmaneuvered, Uncle Jiu was so angry that he almost exploded:

"Okay, okay, then I'll start the investigation with you. You can't deny murder, can you? Come on, handcuff them all and bring them back to the police station. I'll interrogate them myself!"

  Makimura Hideyuki was not in a hurry:

“I’m sorry, Chief Inspector Feng, we are not killing people, but enforcing the law. We also have a hidden identity, a non-staff agent of MI6.

We are investigating this group of people burning incense because we are carrying out our mission. We have casualty targets in hand, and eliminating them is also within the scope of reasonable law enforcement."

It must be said that Hideyuki Makimura is a really smart guy.

The reason why it was named after the Sixth Place was because the scene at the Jinmu Temple was so huge, with nearly 200 lives lost.

As a subordinate, he didn't want these deaths to be blamed on the boss Du Weiguo, so the only ones who could handle it were the Sixth Division.

"Agents from Section 6, casualty indicators?"

Uncle Jiu was so angry that he was shaking, his face flushed red. He turned his head to look at Rick and couldn't help but swear.

"Puh! Are these bastards from your Sixth Department?"

After hearing this, Rick, who had been watching the show, was also confused, but he was not sure whether it was true or not.

After all, Du Weiguo is a man of unrestrained imagination, and with his current status and position, it would only take a word for him to get a few people into the Sixth Department.

No matter what, these people are holding Du Weiguo's tokens in their hands, so they must be his people and must be supported.

Rick's mind raced, and he immediately came to a conclusion, shaking his head:

"They are not my people, but it is very likely that they are from Mr.'s side. They directly contacted Director Reina to handle the procedures for them."

"Okay, okay." Uncle Jiu's back teeth were broken, and he stared at Makimura Hideyuki fiercely, asking word by word:

"What about the women who were taken away?"

Makimura Hideyuki became calmer and spoke a mixture of truth and lies more and more fluently.

"We are also investigating those women. We don't know their exact locations yet, but we have found some clues."

Uncle Jiu's eyes turned red: "What do you mean?"

"These incense burners kidnapped these women for the purple river placenta, saying they wanted to make elixirs."

"Placenta? Alchemy? What kind of elixir?" Uncle Jiu's long eyebrows raised.

  Makimura Hideyuki shook his head:

"I don't know. These matters of cultivating the Dao and refining the elixir are too mysterious. We don't really understand them. But we found out that there is someone behind Sui Zhongxiang. He is a street fortune teller named Zi Yang Zhenren."

"Zi Yang Zhenren? Zhang family from Shaanxi Province? How is this possible? How could they get involved with these White Lotus bastards?"

Uncle Jiu's reaction was similar to Du Weiguo's, his eyes were full of disbelief.

He is an authentic Maoshan monk, so he is naturally well versed in the origins of Taoism. As soon as he saw the name of Jinmu Temple, he understood everything.

Xiao Ma Ge has regained his composure at this moment:

"Uncle Jiu, what's going on? Who is this Zhang family?"

  Uncle Jiu was silent for a long time, then shook his head:

"Don't ask anymore. This matter has nothing to do with the Zhang family. Someone must have used their name. Let's solve this mess first."

"I have reported this matter to the master. He said that those who burn incense cannot be kept!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Makimura Hideyuki added in a faint voice.

Rick's eyes suddenly lit up, and before Uncle Jiu could speak, he spoke first:

"Since that's what you mean, sir, from now on, MI6 will officially take over this case. I will say hello to the garrison. Uncle Nine, you police officers must also send police forces to cooperate."

Two flowers are in bloom, each showing its own beauty, at this moment, in the villa area near the University of Hong Kong.

"Sir, I drank coffee yesterday, how come I still overslept?"

Azhi curled up in Du Weiguo's arms like a kitten, her tone lazy, coquettish and angry, her long eyelashes fluttering like a small fan, simply charming.

"Sir~" Seeing that Du Weiguo didn't respond for a long time, Azhi raised his head curiously and called again.

Du Weiguo came back to his senses and hugged his arms tightly: "Azhi, what did you say? I was distracted just now and didn't hear clearly."

  Ah Zhi rubbed his chin with his little head and sniffed:

"Nothing, sir, are you leaving?"

"Huh? Why do you ask?" Du Weiguo was a little surprised.

  Ah Zhi said in a faint voice:

"Sir, did you go out to do something important while I was sleeping? You smell like blood and cigarettes.

Although I haven't smelled it, I think it must be the smell of gunpowder, sir. I have been sleeping so soundly recently, is it your doing?"

  Du Weiguo felt even more surprised. Damn, no one is stupid!

His face was thicker than a city wall, and he regained his composure in an instant, laughing awkwardly:

"Hey, Ah Zhi, aren't I afraid that you'll be scared?"

  A drop of cold water fell on Du Weiguo's hand. Ah Zhi's voice was very soft and extremely sad:

"Sir, you came back so early today, I guess you have finished your work, so when are you leaving?"

"I, I don't~"

Du Weiguo originally wanted to lie to her and say that he would not leave, but he swallowed the words back when they came to his lips. He couldn't bear to lie to Azhi.

It was time for him to leave, and before coming back to see Azhi, he took the time to contact Gibson via radio.

Things are in chaos in Oman and a world war is about to break out. He really has to go back.

The land of gentleness created by Azhi is indeed beautiful, making Du Weiguo almost unable to extricate himself from it, but it is ultimately not the world he should be in.

He is a world-famous evil god, and an endless sea of ​​corpses and blood is his final destination.

Now the dream is over, and it's time to say goodbye.

Du Weiguo is no longer a lone man, but the helmsman of a huge interest group that can be called an empire, and also a pillar that supports the sky.

If he retired or disappeared, the empire he had built would collapse, and countless people would die.

Not to mention those enemies hiding in the dark, hating him to the core and waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Even the surrendered KGB, the obedient MI6, and the Freemasons would turn against him and bare their fangs at their former master.

  There is no such thing as friendship! Everything is for profit!

In view of this, Du Weiguo is no longer qualified to act as he pleases, and he even loses his personal freedom.

Perhaps, this is the price of power, the need to fight non-stop, without end.

Du Weiguo sighed secretly: "Azhi, I'm leaving tomorrow."

Ah Zhi was trembling all over: "We're leaving tomorrow, in the morning or in the evening?"

"night."

"What time in the evening?" Ah Zhi asked while choking with sobs.

"Midnight, I'll wait until you fall asleep before I leave. By the way, Ah Zhi, why am I here in Hong Kong~"

Ah Zhi couldn't stop her tears from gushing out, and shook her head vigorously:

"Sir, please rest assured that I will keep it a secret. Even if someone holds a knife to my neck, I will never tell anyone." (End of this chapter)