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

Chapter 1194 The Helplessness of the Superior

"Yes, yes, brother, it's just that your behavior is wrong."

The man with the slicked-back hair had his eyes darting around and answered carefully, fearing that Du Weiguo would be unhappy and explode his head.

At this moment, his crotch was already wet and smelled fishy and pungent.

Du Weiguo curled his lips in disgust, put the pistol on his waist, retracted his legs, took two steps back, and lit a cigarette.

"Tell me more specifically."

Seeing that he put away the gun, the man with the slicked-back hair was obviously relieved, and his speech became much more fluent.

“I am from New Taipei City. I met a CIA agent a few years ago. He was also Chinese and was accompanied by several people from the National Intelligence Agency.

At the time, the mayor of New Taipei City and the police chief followed closely behind, nodding and fawning the entire time, like lapdogs.

  She quickly glanced at Du Weiguo's face, squeezed her legs together, and then continued:

"Brother, if you are really the CIA, even if you didn't shoot me directly just now, you would have slapped me in the face a long time ago. There is no way you can say any more nonsense to me."

"Damn it, you spineless bastard, you've been kneeling for so long that you've gained some experience." Du Weiguo cursed angrily.

"Yes, yes, brother, you are right. I am just a boneless and blind scabby dog. Please raise your hand and let me go."

The man with the slicked-back hair is as timid as a mouse and bullies the weak and fears the strong, but he is smart and intelligent, and he is willing to save face. People like him can easily make a name for themselves in the market.

"boom!"

After asking all the questions that needed to be asked, Du Weiguo was too lazy to talk nonsense with him anymore. He raised his foot and kicked him on the head. The man with the slicked-back hair immediately had his eyelids drooping and fainted.

After this kick, there is no escape from a severe concussion.

He will be in a coma for at least half a month, and then lie in bed for several months. He will most likely lose his memory, and whether he can recover in the future depends on God's will.

"Oh~" The woman named Afang was so scared that she sat down on the ground.

Although she was a bit scheming, she was a woman after all, and had little knowledge, so she thought the man with the slicked-back hair was kicked to death.

"Big, big brother, please don't kill me, I will do whatever you want~"

Ah Fang begged for mercy in a trembling voice.

Although she was extremely frightened, she still tremblingly straightened her plump chest. She knew very well what her assets were, and that small people also have their own way of survival.

"Shut up!" Du Weiguo frowned and shouted in a low voice. His awe-inspiring aura immediately frightened the woman into silence.

Seeing the woman's behavior, Du Weiguo suddenly thought of a character who had long been forgotten in the corner of his memory, Qin Huairu.

  This well-deserved native heroine of the courtyard world seemed to have been exiled to the Liupanshui Steel Plant by herself. No one knows what happened to her?

Damn it, the memories of the dead are attacking me. Du Weiguo shook his head and suppressed these messy thoughts.

"This stupid bird is not dead. Remember, you have never seen me."

"Yes, yes, brother, I remember it. I swear to God, I will forget everything that happened today."

Ah Fang promised with an oath, but before she could finish her words, Du Weiguo had already disappeared. How could a mere chain stop him?

After this little episode, Du Weiguo felt a little bored and no longer wanted to continue wandering around Taiwan.

But he still went to Wududian in the north of the city, where there is a newly opened welfare home, close to Jinfeng Mountain and Keelung River. Xiaoju lives here now.

The welfare home has a very good environment, with a front yard and a backyard, and the main body is a three-story gray building.

There are several acres of rice fields, vegetable plots, fish ponds, and ducks, geese, pigs, and chickens in the backyard. Judging from the scale, the family is completely self-sufficient.

There is a small cardboard factory next to the welfare home, which is owned by the welfare home.

When Du Weiguo rushed to the welfare home, Xiaoju and other children were working under the guidance of Grandma Lu.

Compared to a few months ago, Xiaoju has gained a few pounds, her face is full of sunshine and she smiles brightly. It is obvious that she is living very well here.

Du Weiguo did not show up, he just watched from a distance for a while and then left.

When he returned to the Taj Mahal Hotel in Mumbai, it was lunch time because of the time difference.

In order not to expose the secret of teleportation, Du Weiguo took the elevator from the main entrance to go upstairs. As soon as he got out of the elevator, Gibson was already waiting at the door.

Even if Du Weiguo is not an invincible evil god, the one who can live in the penthouse suite is naturally the most distinguished guest of the hotel.

What's more, since such a true Buddha has descended, the Indian officials would not dare to neglect him no matter how dishonest they are, and they must serve him with utmost care.

You know, just a few days ago, Du Weiguo led his team to kill people in Somalia, across the sea.

In one day and one night, they marched hundreds of miles, annihilated two brigades, and killed over ten thousand people.

This horrifying record has now spread, once again shocking the eyes of all those who know about it.

Therefore, ever since Du Weiguo stepped into the hotel door, countless pairs of eyes have been staring at him without blinking.

But all the looks were extremely friendly, almost to the point of flattery, and there was also an unconcealable fear, for fear of causing even the slightest dissatisfaction from this old man.

"Sir, are you out?"

Gibson bowed. His tone was calm and his manner was polite and composed, just like a British butler.

However, he was not calm at all. He was very surprised how Du Weiguo managed to walk out of the hotel silently.

The Taj Mahal Hotel is currently the best hotel in Mumbai and even in India.

It has 8 floors, a total area of ​​more than 7 square meters, and 266 guest rooms.

In order to accommodate Du Weiguo, a distinguished guest of great status, the hotel cleared all guest rooms and arranged for more than a hundred agents from the Tianzhu Investigation and Analysis Bureau to stay there.

So, although the hotel seems calm and peaceful at the moment, it is actually impregnable. Not to mention a living person, even a mouse cannot enter or leave freely.

However, Du Weiguo is a world-famous evil spirit, and his abilities cannot be judged by common sense.

Gibson, in particular, had personally experienced the thrilling war in Somalia, and had broadened his horizons. He was no longer surprised by it, so he acted so calmly.

"Well, I went out for some fresh air. Gibson, you need something from me."

  Gibson swiftly helped Du Weiguo open the door, with an impeccable smile on his face:

"Sir, lunch is ready. The main dishes are beef stew with tomatoes, lamb curry, and spicy roast chicken. The staple food is Thai fragrant rice and Indian flatbread. Sir, do you want to eat now?"

"Hahaha~" Du Weiguo was amused by him and teased:

"Gibson, what are you doing? You are my chief intelligence officer, not my butler. Isn't it a bit of a waste of your talents to personally care about such trivial matters?"

"Hey." Gibson also laughed, without any embarrassment.

"Sir, I am just here to make a cameo appearance. Besides, it is my honor to be the butler of His Excellency Sha Shen."

After entering the room, Du Weiguo sat down on the sofa and picked up the cigarettes prepared on the coffee table.

Previously it was Montecristo cigars produced in Cuba, but now it has been replaced with his favorite Kunpeng President cigars.

"Gibson, don't beat around the bush when you talk next time. Just get straight to the point. Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Du Weiguo's tone was a little harsh, and Gibson's expression suddenly became stern and he stopped smiling.

"Yes, sir, I'll keep that in mind. I'll definitely pay attention to it next time. There is indeed something going on. Deputy Minister Raina is heading to Mumbai and is expected to arrive in four hours."

"Hmm?" Du Weiguo frowned, "Is Reina still in Tianzhu?"

Before, when Du Weiguo passed by Bogra, he had a quick meeting with Reina and resolved the issue of the Soviet-British confrontation at sea in a few words.

Of course, in a corner of the airport, Reina also solved her long-standing endocrine problems.

After the clouds and rain cleared, Reina said she would return to London soon, after all, that was her main base.

In addition, Yang Caiyu and Meilin have recently been living in England. As the landlord, Reina needs to go back to take care of them.

Gibson shook his head. “No, sir. Deputy Minister Reina came all the way from London.”

"Did you come here specially?" Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo was even more surprised.

Judging from the time, Reina should have set out as soon as she heard that he had arrived in Mumbai, and then rushed here without stopping. It was obvious that she had something urgent to do.

But if there was an emergency, why didn't she contact Du Weiguo through the radio station, but instead did it herself? And Gibson's secretive behavior just now.

There must be something wrong when something is abnormal. Du Weiguo felt a sense of disgust for no reason.

"what's up?"

Gibson licked his lips subconsciously:

"I'm not very clear about the specific situation, but Minister Reina stopped in Istanbul yesterday and there was something going on there."

"Is there something wrong in Istanbul or Persia? Is it related to Miss Hu?"

Miss Hu was right. As Du Weiguo's status continued to rise, his overall view became stronger and stronger, and he reacted instantly.

"Hmm~"

Gibson's eyes flashed with a subtle confusion, but looking into Du Weiguo's eyes that seemed to be able to see through his soul, he still said honestly:

"Sir, I don't really know the specific circumstances, but the night before last, the English Governor-General Ingram in Istanbul and Brigadier General Jeremy, head of the garrison, were mysteriously murdered on the same night." "Mischievous murder? How mysterious?" Du Weiguo pondered Gibson's choice of words and seemed to have realized something.

  Gibson's eyes flickered, revealing a strange look:

"They were all shot at close range in their own homes by people close to them, and the murderer then shot himself in the head."

"Haha, it's a bit weird indeed. What's going on? Could it be that Mr. J suspects that these two murders are related to Miss Hu?"

  Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows and chuckled, with a hint of teasing in his eyes:

"So, Gibson, you think so, too?"

This question was somewhat hurtful, as it involved stance and principles, and Gibson's face instantly darkened.

He was a double agent, essentially a deep-seated nail in the KGB, but he was born and raised in England, and climbed to the top of MI6, head of West Asia.

If Du Weiguo hadn't emerged out of nowhere and Reina hadn't been able to rise to prominence, Gibson would have been the most likely candidate to enter the small cabinet, so his emotions were very complicated.

And now, he has become Du Weiguo's personal subordinate. In the old saying, this is called a slave of three surnames.

Whenever it comes to issues of stance, he is extremely sensitive.

“Sir, I don’t doubt Miss Hu, and I am now just your personal subordinate, no longer an agent of the Sixth Bureau.

Therefore, my ideas or opinions will not be reported to Reina or Mr. J, and they will not adopt them. "

Gibson's words sounded harsh, but Du Weiguo was not angry.

He realized that what he had just said was a bit too much and he didn't take Gibson's feelings into consideration. He wasn't the kind of bureaucratic stubborn guy who would never admit his mistakes.

"Gibson, you misunderstood me."

  Patting his shoulder, Du Weiguo explained in a gentle voice:

"I have never questioned your position. It is because you understand the Sixth Bureau's style of doing things and thinking patterns better than I do. That is why I want to hear your opinion."

Upon hearing this, Gibson's expression suddenly improved a lot.

Although he knew that this explanation was not the whole truth, Du Weiguo's gentle attitude was enough for him to back off.

"Sir, you are too kind. I am overly sensitive. I am sorry."

Du Weiguo handed him a cigarette, ended the topic and got back to the main topic.

"Okay, Gibson, you know where I come from. I'm a rough guy at heart, and I don't have that many twists and turns in my mind.

I am good at killing people, but I am weak at intelligence analysis. Otherwise, I would not keep you by my side. Let’s get back to the topic.”

"Okay, sir."

  Gibson quickly calmed down and returned to his job of intelligence analysis:

“Sir, before Miss Hu and her brother took over Kayseri, there had never been a mind controller in the entire Persian territory.

Moreover, according to the information I have, someone saw the Japanese brothers and sisters under Miss Hu in Istanbul before and after the incident. "

Gibson quickly glanced at Du Weiguo's face before continuing:

"This situation is too coincidental. The Fifth and Sixth Departments have legitimate reasons to suspect that this matter is related to Miss Hu.

Considering Deputy Minister Reina's current behavior, the suspicion is still high. There may be other evidence, but I haven't received any news."

After listening to him, Du Weiguo remained silent with a cold face, his expression looking gloomy.

  After waiting for a few seconds, Gibson tentatively suggested:

"Sir, we can consult Sergei. As far as I know, the KGB has planted many nails in Istanbul. Perhaps the information there will be more accurate."

"Whoo~"

Du Weiguo exhaled a long breath of smoke, and at the same time he exhaled the foul air that was pressing on his chest, and shook his head helplessly:

"Forget it, I won't ask anymore. Reina will be here soon, I'll ask her in person then."

At this moment, Du Weiguo felt a strange and deep helplessness.

It turns out that those in power really do feel unexpectedly helpless, because they have to make comprehensive considerations and take into account the feelings of many people.

  The so-called autocratic rule is all bullshit!

For example, it is not easy for Du Weiguo to ask Hu Da Niang or Hu San directly now, because this kind of questioning without determining the cause and effect is very hurtful and also erodes trust.

This is no small matter. Once the seeds of doubt are planted, they can no longer be contained and will eventually grow into towering trees.

Since ancient times, there have been countless examples of couples turning against each other because of mutual suspicion.

At the same time, Du Weiguo could not ask Sergei on the radio. After all, he was with Miss Hu now, and she could not hide anything that happened.

Finally, it would not be appropriate to ask Nikonov or Natasha directly, because this was not a top secret.

If I go directly over Sergei, he will also feel jealous. The same goes for not going directly over Reina and asking Mr. J.

Perhaps, this is the worry and helplessness of those in high positions, it is lonely at the top.

What was originally an extremely simple problem suddenly became complicated in front of him, and he needed to consider reactions from all aspects.

"Damn it, no wonder all the old emperors since ancient times have been so lonely and few of them lived long lives. This job is so stressful and exhausting, it's really not a job for humans.

I am an illiterate man who has managed few people in my two lifetimes. Now I have expanded my business to such a huge scale that I am completely exhausted.”

Everything was going wrong, and Du Weiguo flicked his cigarette butt in frustration.

"I'm hungry. Let's eat, Gibson. You eat with me."

"Okay, sir, I'll arrange it right away." Gibson tactfully withdrew.

At night, it rained in Mumbai. Reina came over, exhausted and soaked. Gibson went into the room with her, which surprised Du Weiguo a little.

Under normal circumstances, Gibson would definitely not show up, leaving the two of them enough space to be alone.

This handsome old man who was a double agent has very expressive eyes and is very sensible in his actions. Since he came in together, there must be something else.

"Gibson, what's the matter?" Du Weiguo waved at Reina, motioning her to wait and sit down to smoke and drink water.

His behavior also has another meaning, implying that Gibson has a close relationship with Reina and there is no need to be shy and they can talk about anything.

Gibson understood Du Weiguo's hint immediately and said straight to the point without hesitation:

"Sir, Nim, Lei, and Chen have just requested that the field tactical team and the armed helicopter formation go to Motihari to provide military support. I think it is necessary for me to go there as well."

"Military support? Even you are going there, it's such a big deal?"

Du Weiguo frowned, and Reina, who had just sat down, also showed a concerned expression.

"Gibson, where is Motihari? What's going on there? Is it worth making such a fuss?"

To deal with a mere broker, we have the support of MI6 and the CIA. Moreover, Du Weiguo himself is in Tianzhu Town, so it is estimated that all aspects will give the green light.

Besides, Nim, Lao Lei and Gousheng are not mediocre people and are more than capable of handling most situations.

In this situation, it seems a bit unreasonable to request additional military support.

  Gibson replied in a deep voice:

“Sir, Motihari is located on the border of the northern plateau, right at the confluence of the two great rivers, the Ganges and the Yamuna.

Smuggling and tobacco trafficking have been rampant in this place since ancient times. Gangs and garrisons are colluding, and the place is full of smoke and dust. It is a lawless place. "

Du Weiguo rubbed his chin:

"So, it is very likely that the broker of Aggie Hancock wanted to leave the country by land, and then paid off the local gangs to hinder Nim and his men."

Gibson nodded:

"It's very likely. Motihari is remote and wild. The gangs there are all stupid people with no vision. As long as they are paid and the price is high enough, they dare to do anything."

Du Weiguo understood that these cigarette smuggling gangs were just a bunch of unscrupulous people who were used to being lawless in the local area.

It’s just that their level is too low, and they may have never heard of his name as the God of Evil.

"Gibson, can you go over and fix it?"

"Okay!" Gibson said with a firm tone, full of strong confidence.

“Sir, I know the garrison commander in Motihari. If he comes forward, the gangs will probably cooperate in handing over the person.

Even if they really don't give me face, without the protection of the garrison, those gangs are just a bunch of rabble, and I can suppress them with my field team."

There was a subtle desire in Gibson's tone.

Du Weiguo certainly understood what he meant. Similar to Lao Lei’s idea, Gibson also wanted to realize his self-worth as soon as possible.

After a brief thought, Du Weiguo nodded: "Okay, go ahead, but remember to bring more people with you and be careful."

"Yes!" Gibson's eyes were shining and he trotted away in a hurry.

Taking the cigarette that Reina had lit for him, Du Weiguo pinched his temple wearily:

"Tell me, why are you coming here in such a hurry? What's the matter?"

Reina stood up, took over, and rubbed his head: "Wesley, I guess with your intelligence and well-informedness, you should have guessed it."