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

Chapter 1182 I am so poor now that I only have money left

A moment later, Sergei stood with legs apart in front of the afro man, his eyes as cold as a knife.

"Who are you?" he asked four times in succession, in English, French, Italian and Hungarian respectively.

Of course, Hillgei did not do this to show off.

As the old saying goes, a man is innocent unless he is in possession of a treasure. Somalia is located at the throat of the sea, but it is extremely weak.

Therefore, in the past few hundred years, this place has been occupied and colonized by countless powers. For a long time, it was even divided and occupied by several countries at the same time.

Therefore, in Somalia, in addition to the Cushitic language spoken by the locals, there are also a variety of foreign languages.

As for Sergei, he used to be a professional smuggler in Europe. When he was undercover, his hidden identity was an international smuggler, traveling around the world.

He has very strong language skills. He is not only proficient in multiple foreign languages, but also can speak onomatopoeia.

However, when hearing Sergei's question, the Afro did not respond at all. He lay on the ground motionless, and even his chest stopped rising and falling, as if he was already dead.

"Okay, stop pretending. Do you think I'm stupid? If you keep pretending, I'll really send you to see God."

Sergei kicked him, and this time he asked questions only in Hungarian.

Because when he asked the question in Hungarian just now, the eyelids of the guy with the afro twitched subconsciously.

Although it was barely noticeable and only flashed by for a moment, it still couldn't hide from Sergei's sharp eyes that could see through fire.

How could the top elite trained by the KGB be so easily fooled?

However, the afro didn't move, not even his eyelids moved.

"Mad! Looking for death!"

A cold light flashed in Sergei's eyes. The next second, he suddenly raised his foot, stepped hard on the injured knee of the afro, and then crushed it hard.

The excruciating pain made the guy with the afro hair unable to pretend any longer.

"Ah~" His eyes suddenly opened and a painful wail came from his mouth.

Sergei had an expressionless face and cold eyes. He paid no attention to the screams of the afro guy and instead stepped on him even harder.

He is an old hand and knows that to deal with this kind of tough guy, he must make him suffer enough before he behaves himself.

Besides, it was a rare opportunity to show off one's skills in front of the boss, so Sergei had to work hard and use some tricks.

"Ah~ Let~ Let go! I, I said!"

The wound on the afro's head was stepped on and bleeding. His face was twisted in pain and he howled heartbreakingly.

This guy really understands Hungarian. Not only can he understand it, he can also speak it, and his pronunciation is quite authentic.

While howling, he tried to struggle to sit up and move Sergei's feet.

"Bang!" Sergei kicked him down mercilessly and stomped hard on his injured area.

The afro's eyes bulged out, his hands waved around unconsciously, and he screamed and begged with all his strength:

"Please, please, it hurts so much, I, I'll tell you everything~"

"What a jerk!"

Seeing that the heat was almost right, Sergei spat and finally let go of his foot: "Go ahead."

The afro gasped and replied: "I, we are from the Berberagad Gang~"

"boom!"

A moment later, Sergei decisively shot the man with the afro, put away his pistol, and quickly walked to Du Weiguo.

"Sir, I have made it clear. This group of bastards has nothing to do with the Holy Spirit Legion. They are just a small warlord entrenched near Berbera. There are less than 300 people, and they occupy more than a dozen villages."

Having said that, he couldn't help but glance at the four bodies lying side by side on the ground, their heads and faces covered by military uniforms. They were several members of Unit A who had died in action.

They could only be cremated on the spot and buried in the wilderness of a foreign country.

  Sergei's tone was filled with a hint of anger:

"Sir, these bastards are coming for these pickup trucks. Their leader has just been killed by you."

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't plan it carefully enough."

Du Weiguo was also speechless:

"Sergey, this is not your problem. No one would have thought that they would be so crazy that they would dare to attack the Soviet troops for a few vehicles."

Sergei shook his head helplessly:

"Sir, these guys didn't know who they were attacking, nor did they care. From beginning to end, they only had eyes for those cars."

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo was stunned at first, but then he was relieved.

Big Bear and his crew landed on a flat beach not far from the port of Berbera by landing craft, and then drove all the way to the jungle.

There were 6 people driving a total of 3 Soviet-made GAZ military pickup trucks. They were probably targeted by this group of guys while on the road.

For the sake of a few cars, more than a hundred lives were lost in the end. This deal was a huge loss.

But it makes sense if you think about it. There is no industry at all in this rotten place like Somalia. The largest and most advanced factories are nothing more than a few small workshops that can barely make bullets.

But this place has no shortage of oil, food, guns, or manpower.

However, large items like cars are extremely rare, especially military pickup trucks, which are an extremely scarce resource.

This thing is highly maneuverable, suitable for all kinds of terrains, tough and durable, and most importantly, it can be converted into a tank. In Somalia, where transportation relies on walking and communication relies on shouting, it can be regarded as a strategic resource.

A small warlord with only a few hundred people can instantly upgrade his weapons and become a medium-sized force if he can be equipped with a few armed pickup trucks.

So, when these thugs saw a few pickup trucks, they went crazy.

"Sergei, have you found out the specific strength of the Holy Spirit Legion and the nearest base?"

"I got it." Sergei nodded immediately:

“Right now, the entire northwest region of Somalia is basically the territory of the Holy Spirit Legion. The total number of troops is unknown, but it is estimated to be no less than 50,000, and possibly close to 100,000.

The Holy Spirit Legion has the ability to independently manufacture bullets and repair firearms, so these local warlords have to rely on them and pay tribute to them regularly. "

"Hehehe~" Du Weiguo couldn't help laughing.

Damn, 5 to 10 people, almost the size of an army, and they occupied such a large area, almost an entire province.

Then, their greatest skill is making bullets and repairing guns. They are really useless.

What's even funnier is that with just such a tiny advantage, the Holy Spirit Legion was able to gain a foothold and even enslave and exploit other small military leaders.

"Damn, a bunch of weaklings, none of them can fight, this Somalia is definitely a no-man's land."

"Tsk, how about I transfer a few thousand people over here, push all the way, and occupy this place directly."

Du Weiguo's eyes flickered, and he had other thoughts in mind. Coincidentally, at this moment, Miss Hu also looked at him, and her eyes were also shining.

This woman has always been ambitious and quick-witted, and it was obvious that she had the same idea as him.

No, the reason why Somalia is in such a mess is the result of the joint efforts of Citigroup, the Russian Bear and countless European countries.

This place firmly controls the throat of the Bab el-Mandeb Strait, which is the only sea route from Europe and Africa to Asia.

If he really occupies this place, it will infringe on the interests of dozens of countries at the same time. As the saying goes, cutting off someone's financial resources is like killing his parents. By then, he will really become the enemy of the world.

The disadvantages outweigh the advantages and the cost is not worth it.

  Du Weiguo figured out the whole thing in an instant, gave Miss Hu a subtle look, and turned back to Sergei:

"Sergey, please continue."

"Yes, sir. The Holy Spirit Legion is usually organized into brigades. The nearest garrison is the 3rd Brigade, which is stationed in Hargeisa, 150 kilometers southwest."

"Is there a map?"

  "Yes." Sergei took out a folded map of East Africa from his pocket and handed it over.

Du Weiguo took the map, unfolded it, quickly found the destination, and returned it to him.

"Manager Yu and his men are almost here. Sergei, you stay where you are and contact them. When they arrive, take a bus to Hargeisa to meet us."

"Uh~yes, sir." Sergei was a smart man and suppressed the question that was about to come to his mouth.

Three hours later, it was getting dark. Hargeisa, northwest Somalia, the only place that can be called a city.

Because at least there are buildings, roads and electric wires here. Although the tallest building is only 4 stories high and the roads are mostly dirt roads, and the electric wire coverage rate is less than 3%, there are at least signs of civilization.

Just now along the way, other villages were like primitive society. Not to mention electricity, there were not even many iron tools.

The Holy Spirit Legion’s base is easy to find. The entire north of the city, including the only four-story building, is their territory.

Outside the city, in the bushes on the edge of a cliff, Du Weiguo looked coldly at the Holy Spirit Legion’s base in the distance, his expression full of sarcasm and disdain.

The city is backed by a mountain in the north, so the garrison is also built against the mountain. The area is not small, at least several thousand acres, and there are quite a few people. A rough look shows that there are definitely more than 5000 people.

However, this rotten settlement doesn’t even have a wall, and the edge is directly blended in with the residential areas.

There was no planning for even the military camps inside the garrison. There were just shabby shanties scattered here and there, built with random materials and no order.

There aren't even centralized public toilets. They just find a piece of open space and dig a hole there. Many people even relieve themselves anywhere, making the place a mess.

Besides, the soldiers of the Holy Spirit Legion don’t have uniform military uniforms or military shoes at all. They wear all kinds of clothes, and many of them are shirtless and barefoot.

The weapons were even more appalling, with everything from World War I to World War II to modern weapons. Most of the guns were older than Du Weiguo.

The entire garrison, a camp of several thousand people, had only three low and dilapidated watchtowers.

It was already dark now, but there was not even a single sentry and the searchlight was not on. What was even more outrageous was that there was not even anyone on guard in the entire camp, and it was completely defenseless.

From Du Weiguo's perspective, this group of rubbish were some sleeping, some eating, some drinking, some gathering together to gamble and chat, and some even visiting prostitutes, but no one was standing guard.

Damn, if this can be called an army, then just pick out a battalion from China's Type B Corps, no, 500 militiamen would be enough.

It would take at most half an hour to wipe out this mob.

"Du Da, what do you want to do? These guys are so disgusting. I feel sick just looking at them. Don't even think about ordering me around."

Miss Hu's eyes were sharp. She could see clearly this shabby camp that looked like a garbage dump, and her face was full of disdain.

"Sir, these pieces of shit are not worthy of your personal attack. I can give it a try."

Shota suddenly volunteered, with a rare confidence in his tone.

Perhaps because of the frequent wars in Somalia, there is an especially abundant supply of corpses, and therefore there are an unusually large number of carrion-eating crows.

During his run, he has gathered countless crows, and a conservative estimate is that there are tens of thousands of them.

At this moment, these crows were like well-trained soldiers, living in the mountains and forests a few kilometers away, silently waiting for the call from the Crow King.

"First, sir, let Kagura and I be the leaders of this group."

Shenwu also eagerly asked for a fight. Kagura didn't say anything, but just nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. Both of them were a little out of breath, their little faces were red and covered with beads of sweat.

The journey was 150 kilometers, plus some detours, nearly 200 kilometers in total. Du Weiguo and his team ran the entire distance on foot in just three hours.

This speed is not inferior to that of a car.

However, when traveling at their extreme limits, the gap between them became apparent. Although they were all top-notch people, the difference in their physiques was still very obvious.

Du Weiguo is naturally a first-class animal. His face doesn't turn red, his heart doesn't beat fast, and his face doesn't even turn red, let alone sweat.

The second-class Miss Hu was just sweating slightly and her breathing was a little unstable. She basically didn't need to rest and could continue fighting.

The third one is Shiina Shota. This guy is extremely talented. Sweat is coming out of his forehead and his breathing is rapid, but he recovers after just a short breath.

The last ones to wait were Kamishima and Kagura, two beautiful Japanese girls. They were sweating profusely and could barely stand.

Du Weiguo felt very pleased with his men's strong fighting spirit and high morale, and patted Shota on the shoulder.

"No hurry, you have your time to show off. Wait for Shopkeeper Yu and the others. The time is almost up. Let's rest here for a while and take action after it's completely dark."

Two hours later, all the members of the fraternity arrived, exhausted.

There are four people in total, the fish shopkeeper, Lu Yan, the hunting falcon, and the manta ray, all of whom are powerful fighters.

However, it can be seen from this that there are indeed not many people in the fraternity. The ones coming and going are just these familiar faces.

When he saw Lu Yan, Du Weiguo forgot to greet Shopkeeper Yu and rushed to him in a few steps.

"Lu Yan, your wounds haven't even fully healed yet, why are you running over here to show off? How can you stand out when I'm here?"

Although his tone seemed to be reproachful, Du Weiguo actually felt sorry for him and was full of guilt.

"Stop talking nonsense. I've already gotten well. Du, our brotherhood has lost three brothers one after another. I can't swallow this anger if I don't tear these bastards apart myself."

Lu Yan still spoke in a ruffian tone, but his voice was muffled.

Because of his disfigurement, he wore a thin black full-covering metal mask. It was extremely delicate and fit his face tightly. It was obviously the work of Master Hammer.

"Lu Yan, your, uh~that precious carved pistol was lost, after all, it was because you were helping me. I'll give you two.

No, I will make you as many as you want, no matter how long or short it is, no matter how much the hammer master wants, I will never bargain."

Du Weiguo tapped his chest lightly and was about to talk about the disfigurement, but he changed his mind when the words came to his lips. He really couldn't bear to tear Lu Yan's scar.

  Lu Yan was a man of great experience, so he immediately understood what Du Weiguo meant. He punched Du Weiguo back, neither too hard nor too soft, and cursed with a smile:

"Fuck, you rich guy, you want to smack me with money, right? Fine, two guns, one long and one short, and a short knife that will suit me, the total will be at least 300 million."

Lu Yan is still the same Lu Yan, still free and unrestrained.

Du Weiguo laughed: "Ha! I'll give you 3000 million and ask Master Hammer to make you a stronger set of armor!"

After that, he turned to Sergei and said, "Transfer 3000 million to the Brotherhood's account immediately."

Upon hearing the order, Sergei was stunned. He was not Du Weiguo's financial officer, so where the hell could he get such a huge sum of money?

However, his reaction was not slow. In just a moment, he understood that it was obvious that Nikonov was asked to pay for it.

As the head of the KGB, of course he could advance the money, and he didn't dare to ask Du Weiguo to pay it back.

"Okay, sir, I'll do it right away." Sergei immediately ran towards the place where the car was hidden.

"Thank you, Brother Wesley. Our brotherhood will remember this favor."

Shopkeeper Yu came over, clasped his fists towards him, and spoke sincerely.

He was experienced and of course understood what Du Weiguo meant. This was clearly a compensation to the brotherhood.

Recently, they lost three generals, Feilong, Shouhu and Shalang, one after another, and were seriously injured. The origin of all this, no matter what, was all because of Du Weiguo's mission.

"Finally you did a good job, thank you." Lu Yan's tone was a little arrogant, but his eyes were slightly red.

"Haha, it's a small matter. I'm so poor now that all I have left is money." Du Weiguo chuckled and said self-deprecatingly.

He really wasn't bragging. Not to mention his extremely wealthy fortune, right now, he had six ways to cash in the 6 million in minutes.

First, let Miss Hu transfer the money directly.

Second, let the Shate royal family help pay the bill.

Third, let Nikonov pay the money in advance.

Fourth, let the Shate family pay in advance.

Fifth, Quiana.

Sixth, Pattaya.

These methods can all be implemented immediately, and if you have more time, there are countless options.

He can pay for it himself, and there is also Conca in Triangle Land, Jiro Kamata in Japan, the Mitsui family, the Iwasaki family, MI6, and even the CIA. As long as Du Weiguo opens his mouth, they will not refuse.

Therefore, he can now mobilize at least hundreds of millions of funds anytime and anywhere with just one sentence, with no upper limit. He is truly wealthy.

Lu Yan couldn't help but bicker: "Tsk, I really don't like your upstart face."

"Hehe~" Du Weiguo chuckled and retorted, "If you're envious, just say so. There's no need to be embarrassed."

"I'm envious~" Lu Yan was about to refute, but was interrupted by Shopkeeper Yu.

There was a sharp and fierce light flashing in his eyes:

"Wesley, it's already dark, let's get to work. I can't wait to get revenge."