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

Within one day, the two presidents of Citigroup met with accidents one after another. The top leader became a vegetable, and the second-in-command was even more ruthless and simply quit his job.

This is an absurd drama that has never happened in Citi's history, and it is definitely the biggest scandal since the founding of the country.

But if you think about it carefully, it is actually normal. To date, the United States has only been established for 192 years, which is a pitifully short history.

It is understandable that the allusions are a bit poor.

Did Johnson really just happen to become a vegetable at this juncture? Obviously, it is impossible.

I guess anyone with a bit of common sense wouldn't believe it. This old fox is probably pretending to be sick.

Anyway, his resignation is a foregone conclusion, and there are only a few days left in his term.

On the other hand, Du Weiguo is no longer a lone man today, but the helmsman of an extremely large interest group, who is at the peak of his career and is called the third pole of the Cold War by the outside world.

The public provocation he launched against Citigroup this time could be big or small. If not handled properly, it could lead to an all-out war or even escalate into a nuclear confrontation.

But if it gives in, Citigroup's face will be smashed in the dust, and the president in power will inevitably be condemned by thousands of people and forever nailed to the pillar of shame in history.

No matter which option he chooses, the result will be quite bad, and Johnson doesn't want to be the scapegoat.

As for pretending to be a vegetative state, this is a trivial matter. After a period of time, when the situation has calmed down, you can just find an expert to come forward and say that it was a misdiagnosis and the problem will be solved.

At that time, Johnson can be resurrected on the spot, continue to sing and dance, and live comfortably as a rich man.

As for Bruce's choice, it is easier to understand. The eldest brother has fled due to illness, so as the second in command, he certainly doesn't want to act like the boss.

When this news reached Du Weiguo's ears, he had already reunited with the Sand Wolves of the Brotherhood, changed to another plane, and was over the Mediterranean Sea.

“Heh, it’s normal for Johnson, the old fox, to pretend to be sick. After all, he’s about to step down and doesn’t want to provoke a lawless lunatic like me.

But this Vice President Bruce is also a wonderful person, isn't he? He just quit the job. Doesn't he care about Citibank's reputation at all?"

On the plane, Du Weiguo put down the telegram in his hand, rubbed his short beard like steel needles on his chin, and commented with a bit of a smile.

"How can the reputation of the country be more important than one's own life?"

Sand Wolf glanced at the telegram and replied in a gloomy tone.

"I heard from the shopkeeper that the pro-war voices in Citibank are gaining the upper hand now, especially the hawks in the military, who are clamoring to use the Big Pineapple to bomb St. Georgetown."

"They dare?" Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo instantly became furious, his brows raised like a sword drawn from its sheath.

Sand Wolf nodded in agreement and said pointedly:

"Yes, they don't dare. No one wants to die, so they staged such a farce."

Seeing that Shalang spoke so convincingly, Du Weiguo looked at him with some surprise.

Although he had met him several times, Du Weiguo was not actually very familiar with Shalang. He thought he was just a top-notch reconnaissance talent, but he didn't expect he actually had such a talent.

"Shalang, do you also understand politics?" Du Weiguo took out a cigarette box, handed him a cigarette, and lit one for himself.

"Hey~" Sand Wolf smiled innocently:

"I don't understand. It's just that the shopkeeper reads newspapers every day. There are newspapers from more than a dozen countries, as well as the latest international current affairs. He analyzes them for me."

"Just for you?"

"Uh~" Sand Wolf scratched his head shyly: "Yes, the other brothers are not interested in these, and they ran away as soon as they heard it."

"Heh~" Du Weiguo also laughed. He understood that Shopkeeper Yu was training him as his successor.

He originally thought that Lu Yan was the next leader of the brotherhood, but he didn't expect that Shopkeeper Yu chose Shalang.

But these are other people's family affairs, Du Weiguo has no right to interfere, and Lu Yan is a free and easy-going guy, so he won't turn against each other for the throne.

Du Weiguo changed the subject: "Shalang, I asked you to come over to help find someone this time. Do you have any specific ideas?"

Speaking of business, Sand Wolf's expression turned grim:

"Mr. Wesley, according to the information you provided, Miss Reina has been missing for 8 days. So the last place she appeared should have her scent left over."

After a pause, he assured confidently: "As long as I can lock the scent, I will definitely find her."

"That's good. I'm not good at finding people, Sand Wolf. This is all up to you."

Du Weiguo patted him on the shoulder.

"Yes, I will complete the mission!" Sand Wolf proudly puffed out his chest and promised in the manner of a Chinese soldier.

"I hope everything goes well." Du Weiguo thought to himself as he let out a long puff of smoke.

He was not as optimistic as Shalang. He vaguely felt that Reina's sudden disappearance this time might not be that simple and there was a hint of conspiracy.

The next day, early in the morning, at Oujda, the northeastern border of Morocco.

There is no airport in this city. When Du Weiguo parachuted into the desert on the outskirts of the city, several men wearing local white robes hurriedly trotted up to greet him.

They were all field agents from the Sixth Department. Judging from their appearance, most of them were North Africans. The leader was a very capable white woman in her 30s.

"Hello, Mr. Wesley. I am the North Africa director of MI6. My name is Harper, codename M, and I will be responsible for supporting your operation."

Looking at the woman in front of him with deep features and neat short hair, Du Weiguo suddenly felt a little dazed.

This woman inexplicably overlaps with the image of Mrs. M, the boss of Department 007 in later movies, and the timeline also roughly matches.

Holy shit, is this character actually real? Is Harper her prototype? Or is this dimension I traveled through a stack of countless movie and TV worlds?

"Mr. Wesley?"

Seeing Du Weiguo staring at her blankly, Harper was suddenly surprised and happy, and even her tone became a little more charming.

She is not a vase-type agent. In MI6, which is full of beautiful women, her appearance is barely average.

However, she has a very hot body, a strong personality and a unique charm. The key is that her professional ability is very strong. She is definitely a top agent.

What if Du Weiguo likes her for this? Then she will be very successful right away?

Reina's legendary rise to power had already spread throughout the entire intelligence circle, not to mention her own MI6.

All female agents are jealous of her and hope to win Du Weiguo's favor and rise to the top.

Thinking of this, Harper's body began to tremble with excitement, and her eyes were so charming that they seemed to be dripping with tears.

Of course, Du Weiguo could not have imagined that the young version of Mrs. M in front of him actually had such rich psychological activities, and even wanted to get close to his golden thigh.

Suppressing the chaotic thoughts in his mind, Du Weiguo said calmly:

"Hello, Harper, is the car ready?"

Harper was not an ordinary person either. He quickly adjusted his emotions and replied in a deep voice:

"Yes, Mr. Wesley, I have prepared six military off-road vehicles, which are enough to accommodate everyone."

"Has the place where Commissioner Reina was last seen been secured?"

"Yes, Mr. Wesley, we have already sent people to impose martial law."

"Okay." Du Weiguo put the knife case on his shoulder and nodded without saying anything.

"Then take us there." The last place Reina appeared was not in the city of Ujda, but in a small town called Castile about 20 kilometers south of the city.

Castile is located on the edge of the Sahara Desert and is also the last stop into the desert. To the east, west and south, there is endless yellow sand.

The only hotel and restaurant in the town was where Reina was last seen before her disappearance.

The hotel is a two-story earth-yellow mud building without even a name or a sign. At the moment, there is no guest in the hotel. A dozen men with cold expressions are guarding the place tightly.

At the door of the room at the end of the second floor, Du Weiguo asked in a deep voice:

"How's it going? Sand Wolf, can you lock onto her scent?"

Sand Wolf walked out of the room slowly, thought for a moment, and pinched his nose subconsciously.

"Sir, in the past nine days, a total of 9 people have appeared in this room, including nine men and four women.

Of the nine men, three are ours, four are still in town, and three of the four women are nearby."

Sand Wolf came to the conclusion with a confident tone:

"Then the only woman who left would be Miss Reina."

Hiss! Good fellow, Du Weiguo exclaimed in his heart. Good fellow.

He knew that Sand Wolf's nose was very impressive, but he never expected it to be so impressive. It could almost be considered as an omniscient and omnipotent magical power.

"What else?"

Seeing that Shalang seemed to have something to say, Du Weiguo quickly suppressed his surprise and asked.

Hearing Du Weiguo's question, a look of confusion flashed across Shalang's face. He took several deep breaths and then sniffed hard.

"Uh~"

The next moment, a look of pain suddenly appeared on his face. His whole face became distorted and hideous. He couldn't help but bend over and retched violently.

The sand wolf's sense of smell is so sensitive that when it sniffs deeply, all kinds of smells will come to it, including mud and sand.

There were many different flavors, which were simply unbearable torture for him.

After a long while, he barely recovered, staggered to his feet, his eyes were red, and his voice became a little hoarse:

“Of the three men who left town, only one traveled the same route as Miss Reina, but they left two days apart, so there’s a high probability that they are not related. We can abandon this clue.

Among the people who are still in the town, besides our people, three of them have the scent of Miss Reina on them. I think we can interrogate them, maybe there will be clues. "

"Awesome!" Du Weiguo couldn't help but praise and patted Sand Wolf's shoulder excitedly.

The sand wolf's nose is so damn sharp that police dogs and military dogs are nothing in front of it.

If he were a policeman, he would definitely become the best detective in the world. Any murderer, as long as he appeared at the scene and left his scent, would not be able to escape his pursuit and the case would be solved in minutes.

Du Weiguo couldn't help but be attracted by talent. He wanted to poach Shalang, but now was not the right time.

"Harper, go with Sand Wolf and bring him back immediately."

"Yes."

Harper responded in a solemn voice. While replying, she glanced at Sand Wolf quickly, her eyes filled with uncontrollable envy and jealousy.

If she could possess such magical ability, her career would be smooth and she would rise to the top.

Harper was very quick. Du Weiguo didn't have to wait too long. Before he finished smoking his third cigarette, she came back with a man and two women.

The man was the owner of the hotel, a short, fat, greasy middle-aged man, and he had money given by Reina.

Of the two women, one was the boss's wife and also a waitress at the hotel. When she was brought over, she was still wearing Reina's socks, old socks that she had worn before.

There shouldn't be any big problems with these two people, but there's something wrong with the last woman.

She was injured, her face was covered in blood, and her arm was broken because she resisted when the Sixth Bureau field officers found her.

Not only that, she actually had a gun. One field officer was shot in the lower abdomen by her due to carelessness, and it was obvious that he would not survive.

This woman was dark, thin and skinny. Her actual age should be around 30, but she looked much older. Her face was full of wrinkles and her eyes were filled with undisguised resentment.

She didn't speak English and was pinned to the ground, screaming and yelling in the local dialect, apparently swearing.

"Mr. Wesley, we found a radio station in her residence. It's a French military radio station."

Harper's face didn't look good, and there was murderous intent in his voice.

After all, she was just arresting an ordinary woman, but she lost one of her men, especially in front of Du Weiguo, which made her feel extremely embarrassed.

Du Weiguo glanced at the almost insane woman and said coldly, "Interrogate her immediately, regardless of life or death!"

"Yes!" Harper's face turned dark. He dragged the woman himself and walked towards the next room with murderous intent.

"Ah~ah~" Almost without any interruption, a scream like a ghost's howl came from next door.

"Mr. Wesley, I asked."

Just a moment later, Harper came back with a look of anger, her hands covered in blood.

"Speak." Du Weiguo's voice was steady, without any emotion.

"Her name is Zenani Dlamini. Her father died at the hands of the British army during World War II. Her husband also died on a British cargo ship, so she hates it~~"

"I'm not interested in these old grudges. Let's get to the point." Du Weiguo raised his hand impatiently and interrupted.

The British Empire was not a place of good people. Over the past hundred years, they had committed countless crimes around the world. It was not surprising that people who hated them were spread all over the world.

"Yes, sir. As early as 16 days ago, someone showed her a photo of Commissioner Reina and gave her money, a gun, and a radio."

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo's brows immediately frowned. 16 days ago, calculating the time, was exactly when he and Reina came here together.

In other words, someone was targeting Reina at that time.

Du Weiguo felt annoyed and his tone became harsh. "Who?"

Harper shook his head.

"I don't know. I only know that he is a white man, tall, and speaks the local dialect. He is not from this town, nor is he from nearby."

Having said this, Harper paused, as if hesitating to continue talking.

"Tell me, anything else?" Du Weiguo's face was gloomy and his voice became increasingly low.

Harper glanced at his face, took a quick breath, and said with a guilty conscience:

"She, she said Commissioner Reina is dead." (End of this chapter)