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

Chapter 1303: Thunder in the Silence

Late at night, St. George, north of the city.

Right next to Guyana's mother river, the Deslot River, there is a large shantytown.

This is one of the few slums in the city of Saint George. Most of the residents here are the original inhabitants of Saint George, and more than half of them are fishermen who make a living by fishing.

As for the shantytowns, the conditions are naturally dirty and messy to a certain extent, and the paths are also complicated, with all kinds of narrow alleys winding around like a maze.

This area is a mixed bag of people, and the security situation is poor.

Fights, frauds and so on are common, and there are even murders every now and then. Normally, even the police don't like to come.

This current situation is naturally the result of Su Li's deliberate neglect. It is estimated that it will not be long before these stupid natives will kill themselves.

At this moment, on the edge of the shantytown, an inconspicuous courtyard with a single door was constantly emitting a pungent smell of blood.

There were several bodies lying in disorder near the courtyard, as well as in the yard and the house. In total, more than a dozen people died.

At this time, the courtyard was under martial law by the police, and there were countless onlookers everywhere watching the fun, including Du Weiguo.

These dead people were all agents from the Sixth Division under Manny. Of course, they were not killed by Du Weiguo. They were already like this when he arrived.

All of them had fatal wounds in the throat, and were all killed with one blow, dying cleanly and neatly.

"Piranha!" Manny's eyes were bloodshot. She bit her back teeth and squeezed out three words one by one from between her teeth.

It was obvious that it was the Piranha who took action. He killed Manny's men and rescued Fang Wu. Of course, the possibility of silencing him was not ruled out.

"Fuck! I'm going to tear this bastard apart!"

Manny wanted to rush over directly. She didn't trust the handling level of these ordinary police officers at all and wanted to handle the case herself.

"The scene has been destroyed beyond recognition. There are no clues left. It's useless for you to go there." Du Weiguo reached out and grabbed her.

"Fuck!" Manny cursed angrily, feeling helpless and furious.

"Sir, what should we do now?"

Anna leaned close to his ear and asked softly. Her tone was somewhat complicated. In addition to anxiety and gloating, she also sounded a little uncomfortable.

The three of them are so eye-catching!

The men are tall and strong, and the women are well-groomed and smooth. The most important thing is that they are well-dressed and have extraordinary temperament. They stand out like a crane among chickens. It is obvious at first glance that they are not the poor people who live nearby.

Therefore, the three of them looked more eye-catching than the dead bodies lying all over the ground, and attracted countless looks, most of which were malicious.

Even the detective in charge of the investigation in the yard noticed it, waved his hand, and assigned several of his men to quickly approach them.

"Okay, let's go." Du Weiguo thought for a moment, said a few words, turned around and left.

The two women were a little confused, especially Manny, whose eyes were red. She was furious at the moment, but still a little unwilling to accept it.

However, seeing Du Weiguo leaving without looking back, they did not dare to disobey or ask more questions, and hurriedly followed him.

A few minutes later, Du Weiguo and his team made two random circles in the spider-web-like path and easily got rid of the few policemen who were following them.

As soon as they got back to the Land Rover, before Manny could ask, Du Weiguo said:

"Contact Su Li immediately and pass on my order. Seal off the city. No one is allowed to enter but no one is allowed to leave! No matter who, by car, by boat, or by plane, can leave Saint Zhidun!"

"Ok."

Manny's eyes suddenly lit up, and her voice trembled slightly because she was too excited.

Du Weiguo asked her to convey the order, especially to Su Li, the nominal ruler of Quiana. The benefits it brought to her were simply indescribable.

Her status in the underworld soared instantly, and it was estimated that all intelligence agencies in the city would have to be headed by her in the future.

Manny had just excitedly taken out her satellite phone, and before she could dial a number, Du Weiguo poured a bucket of cold water on her head.

"Also, you must immediately notify all organizations involved in black market transactions and have their leaders come to the Green Building within an hour. If you fail to do so, you will bear the consequences!"

Damn it, things have come to this point. Du Weiguo’s detective game is completely ruined. Moreover, he has been stuck with Manny and the others, so even continuing to lurk has become a luxury.

He must show up and solve all the troubles quickly and decisively.

But after hearing this, Manny, who was so cheerful just now, suddenly fell in dismay, looking as ugly as if her father had died.

Damn it, if she notifies everyone, then everyone will know immediately that she is the informer and arouse public anger. Her life will probably be difficult in the future.

Du Weiguo glanced at her and asked unhappily, "What? Don't you know the number?"

Du Weiguo was of course well aware of Manny's little thoughts. He did it on purpose, wanting to take the opportunity to warn this ambitious woman.

"No, no, I know, I know."

Manny shuddered, not daring to try to be clever anymore, and started dialing immediately.

A moment later, or to be exact 45 minutes later, in the east of the city, in the Green Building.

On the lawn outside the villa, there were dozens of shadowy figures standing, but there was not a single sound. In the middle of the night, it looked extremely creepy, and the sense of déjà vu from a horror movie was instantly maximized.

These figures are the heads of various intelligence organizations, as well as the Quiana leaders of the Illuminati and Freemasonry.

These guys are all powerful bosses. Normally, when they stomp their feet, the city of Saint George will tremble.

But at this moment, they were all silent as a cicada, huddled like quails, not daring to even breathe, and could only communicate with each other silently with their eyes.

They couldn't help but tremble, because the one who called them over in the middle of the night was the evil spirit, and they all knew the reason.

Everyone present was a wise man, and they knew that even if they didn't die tonight, they would probably be skinned alive.

At the same time, the living room of the Green Building was brightly lit, and the extremely spacious space seemed a little crowded at the moment.

Naturally, all the young warriors of the evil spirits were not left out, even the youngest, Hani, was pulled out of bed.

In addition, Su Li and Guo Fu were of course there, as well as Jenny, Paris, Ghost King Ye, Manny, Anna, and even the nominal president of Guyana, Mr. Zhong.

The atmosphere in the field was quite solemn, and the air pressure was so low that it was suffocating.

Everyone was either sitting or standing, but they all held their breath and looked anxiously at Du Weiguo, who was sitting on the sofa, folding his arms, squinting his eyes, and smoking a cigar.

After an unknown amount of time, Su Li could no longer hold back and spoke first:

"Wesley, everyone who is supposed to come has come. What exactly is the rule? Give me a straight answer."

To be honest, facing Du Weiguo who was in such a low mood at the moment, he was actually scared inside and didn't want to be the first one to stand out.

But there was no other way, his identity was there, so he had to go ahead with it.

Du Weiguo exhaled the smoke, looked up and glanced at him, but didn't say anything. His eyes were extremely calm, and there was no emotion at all.

But just this one glance made Su Li feel like he was falling into the abyss. He swallowed subconsciously. The lack of emotion was actually a very clear attitude in itself.

Putting down the cigar, Du Weiguo turned his gaze to Mr. Zhong again. After a few seconds, he finally spoke. "Mr. Zhong, the guy called Liu Ye in the East City Black Market is said to be a white glove supported by your Zhong family?"

Du Weiguo asked very bluntly, without giving him any face at all, and simply lifted his fig leaf directly.

Zhong Xian couldn't help but tremble all over. Du Weiguo's attitude made his heart fall to the bottom.

But he is not an ordinary person after all. He has experienced many storms and was prepared in advance, so he quickly adjusted his mood.

He walked forward, bowed to Du Weiguo, and then admitted it frankly.

"Yes, I'm very sorry, Mr. Wesley. It was our Zhong family who was greedy and blinded by money and did things we shouldn't have done."

This is where Zhong Xian’s cleverness lies. He did not deny or shirk responsibility, nor did he put the blame on his good-for-nothing nephew. Instead, he admitted everything in a very forthright manner.

Damn it, the situation is really stronger than me, I have no choice but to admit it.

The unfortunate Sixth Master is now being held in Su Li's hands. After a day and a night of torture, he probably confessed everything he should and shouldn't have said.

Du Weiguo nodded without denying anything, and said in a light tone: "Mr. Zhong, then what do you think we should do about this matter?"

Zhong Xian licked his lips subconsciously and said tentatively:

"Our Zhong family will return all the proceeds from the black market, approximately $800 million, and donate an additional $200 million, a total of 1000 million."

"In addition, Zhong Zhenjian voluntarily resigned from his position. Mr. Wesley, do you think this is okay?"

"Haha~" Du Weiguo sneered, glanced at him meaningfully, and said in a joking tone:

"Mr. Zhong, what about you?"

Just a few words, like a thunder, exploded in Zhong Xian's heart, and the original bit of luck disappeared in an instant.

His original idea was to cut off his arm to survive, abandon Zhong Zhenjian, the playboy, and then sell off his own flesh and blood to take a huge sum of money.

He made such a great sacrifice just to keep his presidency. Even if he was just a puppet president in name only, as long as he was still in power, he could ensure the prosperity of his Zhong family.

But now, Du Weiguo obviously doesn't want to give him this opportunity.

He was finished, and the Zhong family was finished too. Decades of hard work were destroyed. Not to mention continuing to call the shots in Quiana, it would probably be difficult for them to gain a foothold.

When a wall falls, everyone pushes it; when a drum is broken, everyone beats it. This is not a joke.

Countless people would be happy to see the Zhong family fall, and would be more than willing to come over and step on them. Even former allies and close friends might turn against them and show their sharp fangs.

As if he had aged ten years in an instant, Zhong Xian's straight back became somewhat hunched, and he spoke in a hoarse voice, weakly:

"I, I will also resign, and our entire Zhong family will leave Quiana."

Du Weiguo smacked his lips and pondered for a moment:

"There's no need to take the blame. Zhong should resign first and then retire early. You don't have to return the money or move. You can just live a stable and wealthy life in the future."

Before, when Du Weiguo first came to Guyana, Zhong Xian helped him a lot. The Free Trade Zone was also built with his support, and the two had a honeymoon period.

Therefore, he did not kill the Zhong family at one stroke, but left some room for them.

Zhong Xian certainly understood Du Weiguo's meaning. He not only left him with the last bit of dignity, but also left enough living space for their Zhong family.

Rich man, with Du Weiguo setting the tone himself, anyone who wants to step on their Zhong family in the future will have to think carefully.

Zhong Xian burst into tears and bowed to Du Weiguo to thank him:

"Thank you very much, Mr. Wesley."

Du Weiguo raised his hand and said calmly: "Okay, Zhong Xian, you are not young anymore, go back and rest early."

"Okay, okay, goodbye, Mr. Wesley."

Zhong Xian said goodbye with difficulty, then left the Green Building in a daze.

He looked back every few steps. He knew clearly in his mind that the Zhong family was out and would never have the chance to enter the Green Building again.

After watching Zhong Xian leave, Du Weiguo sighed slowly. He turned his head to look at Su Li, and his tone became a little melancholy.

"Brother Su Li, from now on, all government affairs of Guyana will be out of your hands. As for the army, let Guo Fu take care of it. As for the police station, let Han Wen take care of it first."

Upon hearing this, everyone present was shocked, like thunder in the silence. Du Weiguo redistributed the power of Quiana with just a few words.

Su Li will be the official president of Guyana in the future, and he will have real power. He will not be a puppet, and no one will restrict his administration.

However, his power did not increase, but was greatly weakened.

The military power in his hands was completely stripped away. If he was wholeheartedly serving the public, it would be fine. But if he had any evil intentions, he would instantly become a commander without troops, unable to mobilize a single soldier.

As for the intelligence system under his control, with only 2000 rookie special agents, Du Weiguo's henchmen the KGB, and the running dogs the Sixth Department were watching, so they couldn't even make a wave.

Su Li's face turned dark. He squinted his eyes and stared at Du Weiguo without blinking. His breathing was heavy, like pulling a bellows.

Du Weiguo was also looking at him, his eyes were extremely calm, like a deep pool, as if they were going to suck Su Li's soul in.

Su Li opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be stuck and he couldn't say the words to quit.

He suddenly realized it when the time came.

His feelings and ties to Quiana are much deeper than he imagined, and his obsession with power is not as carefree as he thinks.

"Boss, I, I can't do it. I'm too young~" Guo Fu also reacted and quickly refused.

Du Weiguo interrupted with a domineering tone:

"Guo Fu, you can do it. I said you can do it, and you can do it. The soldiers all respect you. Besides, Paris will fully support you. Don't worry, it will be no problem."

At this point, he turned to Paris and said jokingly:

"Chief of Staff Paris, long time no see? Why, you don't recognize me?"

"Cluck~" Paris' teeth were chattering, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Among those present, who had the biggest reaction after seeing Du Weiguo? Of course it was Paris. This guy was shaking the whole time as if he had been electrocuted.

He was originally just an advisor to the police department of the small Indian town of Hurma. He did not even hold an official position and was a down-and-out staff officer who had been reduced to dust.

Half a year ago, after he crossed the ocean to Guyana, he actually transformed himself into a major general chief of staff of the Ministry of National Defense.

Until now, he still felt extremely unreal, as if he was dreaming.

However, what surprised him even more was Du Weiguo's identity.

The God of Evil, recognized as the most powerful fighter in the light and dark worlds, a peerless villain who has killed tens of thousands of people, and the uncrowned king of Quiana.

At the same time, he is also the actual controller of the Triangle, Pattaya, Hong Kong Island, and East Persia, half of Japan.

Any one of these identities is out of his reach.

(End of this chapter)