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

Chapter 1190 Not allowed in the world

The next day, late at night.

Arabian Sea, near Sooraki Gulf.

500 meters underwater, in the deep sea without a trace of light, the spindle-shaped Kunpeng is moving silently.

This world's smallest Khrushchev submarine was produced by the Severodvinsk Shipyard and represents the most advanced technological level of the Russian Federation.

Later, in order to pursue the ultimate speed and the maximum weapon carrying capacity, Rhodes personally took charge of the ship and carried out extreme modifications.

The result is astonishing. The Kunpeng's maximum speed can reach about 53 knots, even surpassing most torpedoes.

Not to mention the weapons. Like Du Weiguo, Rhodes also has a serious fear of insufficient firepower.

Therefore, the Kunpeng is equipped with four ballistic missiles with He warheads alone, which means it is definitely armed to the teeth.

Of course, it is not without disadvantages. The cost of such modification is sacrificing most of the cabin space.

The Kunpeng can only carry 7 people, including the main helmsman. If Du Weiguo hadn't given a death order, according to Rhodes' wishes, only 3 people could sit.

In other words, this submarine is difficult for anyone except the mechanic Red to operate.

Fortunately, Rhodes still understood the ways of the world, and finally retained an independent main rest cabin with complete facilities. It not only had a bathroom, but also a 1.5-meter-wide double bed.

This room is naturally the captain's cabin, which is also the exclusive resting cabin for Du Weiguo's grandson.

At this moment, in the captain's cabin, a fierce battle had just ended. After the clouds and rain stopped, Miss Hu's voice became a little hoarse.

"Duda, let me ask you, why didn't you accept the Brotherhood's allegiance before? Don't you think highly of them?"

  Du Weiguo didn't even open his eyes, resting his head on his arms, and asked lazily:

"Don't you look down on them?"

"Tsk, you sound like you refused because of me. Tell me, what are you thinking?"

At this moment, Miss Hu was naked and sweaty all over. Her tone was lazy and charming, as if she was acting like a coquettish child.

While speaking, she turned her long legs over Du Weiguo and gently stroked his chest with her fingers.

Miss Hu's eyes were as charming as silk, and the murderous aura from before disappeared without a trace.

  Since ancient times, the best way to release anger is through sex, otherwise, why are there prostitutes accompanying the army in almost every camp?

This is true for men, and women are actually pretty much the same.

When a couple or a lover quarrels and the woman is full of resentment, study how to write the word "Kun" and the effect will be immediate.

Du Weiguo did not answer immediately, but touched her white jade-like thigh, then he stood up and found an inconspicuous crack in the wall at the head of the bed.

With a light press, a small built-in storage cabinet pops out, containing a lighter and a few boxes of cigarettes.

The lighter is nothing special, just an ordinary kerosene lighter, made of corrugated steel, and is made quite delicately.

These boxes of cigarettes are very impressive. They have no trademarks or brands, just very plain white boxes, but they are much longer than ordinary cigarette boxes.

This is juniper cigarette, also known as Brezhnev cigarette, which is unique to the Russian bear now and is a special cigarette made for him.

Later, this kind of cigarette gradually spread to the high-level circles of the Russian Bear, and occasionally flowed into the black market, with a value of up to 100 rubles, but there was still no demand for it.

The filter of this cigarette is particularly long, at 4 cm.

Not only activated carbon is added to it, but also rare juniper coal, which can perfectly filter out harmful substances in cigarettes, hence the name.

To see the big picture from the small, it is not difficult to see from a pack of cigarettes that the current privilege phenomenon of the Russian bear has become serious to a certain extent.

Having said that, fireworks are strictly prohibited in submarines. It is not easy to disperse the smoke and the safety risks are very great.

However, rules are always made for those in lower positions, and those in higher positions are the makers of the rules, but they never abide by them.

I won’t go into details, those who understand will understand, hey.

  Du Weiguo tore open the cigarette box, lit a cigarette, exhaled the smoke and shook his head:

"Tsk, the smell of cigarettes is too light. Only the smell of power remains. It's bland."

"Heh, living in a place changes your spirit, raising a family changes your body. It turns out that Master Du, who used to be happy even when smoking a cigarette, is being a little picky now, isn't he?"

Miss Hu made a sarcastic remark, then snatched the cigarette from Du Weiguo's mouth, took a sip herself, and raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Well, there really isn't much smell of smoke anymore. These guys are clumsy and not suitable for this kind of delicate work."

Miss Hu took another puff, frowned, and stuffed the half-smoked cigarette back into Du Weiguo's mouth with a look of disgust on her face:

"It smells like an oil twister. It's really hard to smoke. Here, I'll give it back to you."

"puff!"

Du Weiguo spat out the cigarette butt directly.

With his current strength, the speed of the cigarette butt is not much slower than that of a bullet. The strong wind resistance breaks the cigarette butt into pieces in mid-air.

"Damn it, this piece of junk only costs 20 rubles, but it's sold for more than 100 on the black market, and there are still people rushing to buy it. It's ridiculous."

  Du Weiguo was cursing and complaining, and Miss Hu smiled and patted his arm, teasing:

"Haha, Du Da, didn't you just say that? This cigarette gives off the smell of power. I guess they spent this much money just to get a taste of what it's like to be the best."

"Alas~" Du Weiguo sighed and pretended to chant:

"I offer camel hoof soup to my guests, frosted oranges overpower the fragrant tangerines, the rich have wine and meat, but there are frozen corpses on the road, prosperity and decline are just around the corner~~"

  Miss Hu interrupted him unhappily:

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. You are now a genuine rich man, and you are smoking the hard-to-get Kunpeng President cigarette.

By the way, Duda, you haven't answered my question yet? Why didn't you just take the Brotherhood under your wing?

In the midst of the twists and turns, Miss Hu naturally brought the question back to the topic.

"Why? I can't accept it."

"What do you mean?"

Du Weiguo pursed his lips in displeasure:

"It's not that I don't want to accept it, it's just that the pie of the fraternity is too hard to swallow. It hurts my throat and I can't swallow it."

"Hmm?" Miss Hu was a little surprised, and became interested: "Tell me more about it."

Du Weiguo sat up helplessly. Because he had no cigarette to smoke, he felt a little empty and rubbed his lips subconsciously.

"Hu Da, to be honest, the Brotherhood is more well-off than I thought. It has several mainland hotels, a dozen people with special abilities, and hundreds of elite assassins.

And their unique skills, curved bullets, intelligence networks, and channels, I am really greedy for these."

  Licking his lips, Du Weiguo changed the subject:

"But the Brotherhood is a separate organization with its own unique rules of conduct, mixed with some messy religious regulations. It's so stinky and hard that I really can't swallow it."

This was indeed Du Weiguo's real concern and the main reason for his refusal.

The assassin organization Brotherhood has a long history, dating back hundreds of years. It was first established in the late Yuan Dynasty and originated in the northwest of China.

At that time, when it was first established, the Brotherhood was inextricably linked to Zoroastrianism.

Later, for some reasons, the Brotherhood had to travel thousands of miles and migrate to the desert, and their doctrines were deeply influenced by Islam.

As it has spread to this day, the brotherhood's doctrine appears conservative, stale, old-fashioned and extreme.

Although it is not evil, it has a strong religious color.

This kind of semi-religious assassin organization is barely acceptable as a collaborator or ally, but if you really recruit them, it will become a thorn in your throat.

I can neither take it out nor swallow it, and the trouble is endless.

Du Weiguo's current power structure is indirectly controlled by the Hougong Group. As his territory grows larger and larger, the already unstable signs are barely maintaining the balance.

The Brotherhood is a world of its own and has considerable power. Once it joins Du Weiguo's ranks, it will inevitably disrupt the existing balance.

This will lead to an unpredictable and even difficult to resolve situation.

Therefore, after careful consideration, Du Weiguo finally gave up this piece of fat meat that was right at his fingertips.

  After listening to Du Weiguo's reasons quietly, Miss Hu showed a hint of relief in her eyes:

"Yes, you made a wise choice, Du Da. Your overall perspective is getting stronger and stronger. You already have some foresight and the mentality of an emperor."

"Ha! What's the emperor's mind? I just don't like trouble."

Du Weiguo was amused by her and jokingly said:

"I say, Miss Hu, you have been brainwashing me with all these nonsense all day long, and instigating me to claim to be alone. What's the matter? Are you coveting the throne of the harem and want to be the queen?" "Tsk, I dare not, how can I have that fate? Your wife Yang~"

Miss Hu curled her lips and sneered, but at this moment, the sound of footsteps suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two.

"Sergey, what's the matter?" Du Weiguo asked through the door without waiting to knock.

Outside the door, Sergei replied in a deep voice:

"Sir, Dmitri just sent the latest news. They have sent people down to the underground caves of Qeshm Island and found signs of recent human life."

Dmitry is a lieutenant colonel staff officer of the Soviet Seventh Fleet, and is recently responsible for coordinating matters with Du Weiguo.

Yesterday morning, after learning about Masar's hiding place from Miss Hu, Du Weiguo immediately asked Sergei to inform Dmitry.

Thanks to Du Weiguo's secret intervention, the Seventh Fleet, which had just gained a great advantage in the maritime game, was also not ambiguous.

The two nearest submarines and a destroyer were immediately dispatched and headed at full speed towards Qeshm Island. They arrived at the designated sea area yesterday evening.

  At present, the simultaneous blockade of the sea and the seabed has been completed.

At the same time, the most elite underwater frogman troops were sent to dive into the caves under the island to search for Marsal and his party.

In the complex environments of cities, jungles and most terrains, ordinary people, even well-trained special forces, will never be able to defeat those with special abilities.

However, in the relatively closed and special environment of an underwater cave, people with special abilities will be weakened to the limit.

Even if Du Weiguo came in person, if he didn't have the ability to escape by teleportation, he would be exhausted to death sooner or later as long as the exit was blocked.

Upon hearing the news, Du Weiguo was suddenly shocked. He put on his pants, got out of bed, and pushed open the cabin door with his bare chest and feet.

"Sergey, tell me the details."

Sergei participated in World War II and was a veteran who had experienced many battles. Later, he joined the KGB and had seen all kinds of big scenes.

"hiss!"

Even so, he was still shocked when he saw the criss-crossing scars on Du Weiguo's body, and subconsciously took a breath.

How can I put it? There was not a single good spot on Du Weiguo's body. He looked as hideous as a stitched doll.

  There are all kinds of scars, gunshot wounds, knife wounds, shrapnel, burns, blunt weapons, penetration, tearing~~

According to Sergei's vision and understanding, a person who suffered so many and serious injuries should have died more than a dozen times.

Anyway, it is impossible for him to be as lively and energetic as Du Weiguo is now.

You know, this is because Du Weiguo upgraded his self-healing skills in time and could heal perfectly, otherwise it would be even more terrible.

"Sergei~" Du Weiguo called him again.

Of course he knew why Sergei was in a daze, but he was not angry. To be honest, he was also shocked when he occasionally looked in the mirror and saw the scars all over his body.

"Oh, oh, sorry sir, I was distracted."

Sergei came back to his senses and apologized quickly.

Du Weiguo waved his hand: "It's okay. By the way, Sergei, do you have a cigarette?"

"Yes." Sergei quickly took out a cigarette box from his pocket, President Kunpeng.

As the saying goes, what the superiors like, the subordinates will tend to follow. Du Weiguo is fond of Kunpeng cigarettes. Now Gibson and Sergei have also started smoking this brand and always carry it with them.

After helping Du Weiguo light his cigarette, Sergei continued:

"Sir, we found traces of recent human life in the cave under Qeshm Island. It was about ten to three days ago. There were three people. Currently, the frogmen are~"

"Wait!" Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo frowned instantly and interrupted directly.

"Ten days to three days ago? In other words, Marsal and his men escaped again three days ago?"

Sergei licked his lips and replied carefully:

"Sir, judging from the information we have so far, this possibility is indeed quite high, but it is also possible that he has changed his habitat.

Currently, the frogmen are expanding their search area, following the underground river and exploring deeper into the caves.”

"Fuck! This old wall lamp ran away again."

Du Weiguo was angry, or to be more precise, he was extremely furious. He raised his fist and punched the wall.

The thin steel plate bulkhead was hammered with a clearly visible dent. If this punch had hit the head, it would probably not have been much bigger than a tomato.

Sergei was affected by the evil spirit rising into the sky. He was trembling all over and couldn't utter a word.

"Du Da, what are you doing? It's not a big deal. Masar has no wings and helpers now. It's just a minor incident. Are you so angry?"

Miss Hu, dressed neatly, opened the door and walked out.

Now, Du Weiguo is in a furious state, and it is estimated that only Miss Hu dares to persuade him.

  "Huh~" Du Weiguo opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of foul air, suppressing his evil spirit, but he did not calm down, and still cursed angrily:

"Damn it, this old man, Marsal, is like a spirit. He always escapes one step ahead of me, just like he can predict the future."

  The half-smoked cigarette in his hand had been extinguished by the evil spirit. Du Weiguo irritably crushed it and looked at Miss Hu with a fierce face:

"Hu Da, do you think this old man can really predict the future?"

"will not!"

Miss Hu shook her head without hesitation, her tone quite firm.

"Why?" Du Weiguo asked with a frown.

Miss Hu did not answer immediately, but waved to Sergei, indicating that he should leave first.

"Sir, Miss Hu, I'll go down first. I'll report back if there's any new news."

Sergei turned around and ran away as if he had been pardoned.

"Du Da, let's go back to the room and talk." Miss Hu pulled him.

Du Weiguo lit a new cigarette and smoked most of it in one breath. He had regained his composure, but he was indeed very curious.

"Hu Da, what did you mean by that just now?"

"It is impossible for Marsar to have the ability to predict the future. If he really had this ability, he would never have been chased by us like a dog chasing a rabbit and had to hide at the bottom of the sea in the end."

Miss Hu pointed out the crux of the problem very accurately.

Indeed, if Marsar had the ability to predict the future, he would not have been in such a mess, and he might not have gone to Switzerland to attack Yang Caiyu at night.

  Miss Hu continued in a gloomy tone:

"Moreover, the power of a prophet goes against the laws of nature. Acting against the will of heaven has been unacceptable in the world since ancient times. People who possess this power are either seriously ill and die early, or are mentally retarded.

Masar is almost 60 years old, healthy, and neither stupid nor shrewd, so he cannot and does not deserve to have the ability to predict the future. "

Hearing this, Du Weiguo's interest was also piqued by another thing.

"Heavenly Way? Hu Da, does this mysterious thing really exist?"

  Miss Hu rolled her eyes at him angrily:

"Of course, in a sense, the way of heaven is the law. The rotation of the four seasons, the alternation of day and night, birth, aging, sickness and death, yin and yang, and the rise and fall of yin and yang are all part of the law."

This topic was so grand that Du Weiguo listened attentively like a primary school student and did not dare to interrupt at all.

There was a hint of pride and complacency in Miss Hu's eyes:

“Time and space are the basis of all laws, and the ability to predict can disrupt or even destroy the laws of time, so it will of course be rejected by the laws of nature.

The specific manifestation is that they are not tolerated by the world. Since ancient times, even those half-baked fortune tellers who can barely glimpse the future have five disadvantages and three shortcomings, and they will not die a good death. "

"As for space~" When she said this, Miss Hu suddenly thought of something and stopped abruptly, but Du Weiguo understood.

It is obvious that he has the ability to teleport, so he is a destroyer of the laws of space and is as unacceptable as the predictors.

Moreover, he is also a destroyer of the laws of time because he is a time traveler and is not a creature that should exist in this timeline at all.

Damn it, breaking two of the most basic rules at the same time is simply a violation of heaven.

The Heavenly Way mentioned by Miss Hu may have another name, Gaia Consciousness.

And he, this alien, is a thorn in the eyes and flesh of Gaia's consciousness.

No wonder wherever he goes, the place becomes in chaos and turmoil. He is the root of all disasters, and all the evils in the world are closely linked to him.