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

"No!" Seeing this scene with her own eyes, Luo Li's pupils instantly filled with blood.

"I'm going to tear it up~"

Her hair and beard stood up, and she stared at Du Weiguo with the most resentful eyes, roaring madly and suddenly raising her palm towards him.

"Gah!"

At this moment, a creepy sound of bones cracking stopped her roar abruptly and her movements suddenly froze.

Du Weiguo flashed again, appearing behind her like a ghost, and broke her cervical vertebrae with the same method as before.

"Uh~"

Lori's bloodshot eyes instantly bulged out of her sockets like a dead fish, but at this moment, her expression suddenly became extremely complicated.

Hatred, despair, unwillingness, powerlessness, regret, and a hint of relief.

Yes, in the last moment of her life, like Rebola, she was relieved. She was fed up with hiding from place to place all day long, living like a ghost.

Du Weiguo held her neck with one hand with a cold expression, and there was no mercy in his eyes.

"A family should be in good order, living together and sharing the same bed and grave. Since you are so affectionate, go down and continue to be husband and wife with him."

"Gah!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Du Weiguo exerted force with his hands, and Luo Li's head suddenly fell weakly to her back.

She died in the same miserable way as her lover, and also died with her eyes open. The difference was that there was still a layer of flesh left on her neck, so her body was barely intact and retained a bit of dignity.

"Puff~"

Du Weiguo waved his hand, and Loli fell limply to the ground, almost at the same time as Rebola's headless body.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence, but the two pairs of dead eyes were looking at each other strangely, perfectly interpreting what it means to live and die together.

"Tsk, it makes me look like a villain."

After dealing with the male and female Loli, Du Weiguo did not deal with Masar immediately, but turned his back to him and walked quickly towards Reina.

The old dog's original fighting power was just so-so, and now it was extremely weak. It posed no threat to him at all, and he couldn't even run away.

Du Weiguo slowly squatted in front of Reina, observing her condition carefully.

Reina was indeed in a coma, probably knocked unconscious by the inhaled anesthetic. She was sleeping very soundly, and there was still a faint smell of isoflurane on her lips.

"Huh~" Du Weiguo felt relieved and let out a long breath.

To be honest, he just used all his firepower, even using his teleportation skills, to kill the powerful enemy with lightning speed, and it was certainly a very satisfying kill.

But what if Reina discovered the secret of his teleportation? Would he silence her? Or would he silence her?

Du Weiguo straightened up, took out the cigarette box, pulled out a cigarette, struck a match and lit it, then glanced at Marsal.

"Masal?"

"Sha Shen, you really do have the ability to teleport."

Perhaps knowing that he would surely die today, Massard became calm instead, his tone became relaxed, and he regained a bit of his former Pope's demeanor.

"Yeah, if I didn't have this ability, I would have died hundreds of times already."

Du Weiguo nodded, did not avoid the question, and frankly admitted that the secret of teleportation could not be known by anyone, except the dead.

"Alas~" Marsal sighed with regret and helplessness.

"That bastard Reynard had already concluded that you had the ability to teleport. At the time, he even reported this conclusion to the CIA and the Illuminati."

"It's a pity that no one believes it." Marsal shook his head, his tone very disappointed.

"Hehe~" Du Weiguo laughed, curled his lips, and said jokingly:

"That bald guy is indeed a smart man, and quite difficult to deal with. In fact, it's not that no one believes that I can teleport, but they don't dare to believe it."

"Can't believe it? Why?" Marsal was surprised.

Du Weiguo smiled and pointed at himself:

"If I, an outlaw like me, were to possess the ability to teleport, my threat level would be immeasurably high. They would not be able to face me like this."

Upon hearing this, Marsar was stunned for a moment, then quickly nodded with sympathy:

"That's right. Your current threat level is already at the highest level, higher than nuclear weapons. There's really no way to raise it any higher. No wonder they're playing ostrich."

Du Weiguo slowly exhaled the smoke, stroking the golden filter tip, and suddenly changed the subject:

"Masal, do you know why I gave you one more cigarette to live?"

Hearing this question, Masar was stunned for a moment, then he smiled bitterly and nodded: "I know."

"Yes, I like talking to smart people. It saves me a lot of effort."

Du Weiguo sat down on a relatively flat stone and crossed his legs:

"Then tell me, where is the leech now? And what about Krishna from the Viper Cult? Tell me everything, and I can give you a dignified death."

"I'm already dead, so what difference does it make whether I'm respectable or not?"

Marsal smiled bitterly, his voice was faint and trembling with a barely perceptible tremor.

He was a smart man, and he knew very well that there was no chance of luck for him falling into Du Weiguo's hands today.

In fact, Marsal also wanted to appear calm and look respectable, but who can really do that when facing life and death?

"Why? Do you want to suffer a little more before you die?"

Du Weiguo raised his brows and his tone became colder.

Masar's face froze at first, then he smiled bitterly and said in a sad tone:

"Evil God, do you think I can know all this after being in this state, hiding in this damn cave, never seeing the sun all day long?"

Du Weiguo was stunned, but only for a moment, then he smiled and pointed to the military radio in the corner.

"Masal, you are about to die, and you are still playing tricks on me?"

"Ah~" He sighed in a pretentious manner, flicked off his cigarette butt, and slowly stood up, mumbling and cursing:

"Damn, I thought you were a smart guy and I could save some energy. It seems that I thought too much."

As he spoke, he picked up a steel spike from the rock wall and weighed it in his hand.

Seeing his movements, Marsal shuddered subconsciously. With his experience, he could use this steel spike to create at least dozens of unimaginable tortures.

These tortures were what Marsal loved to see. He had a twisted mind and he especially enjoyed the wailing and pleas for mercy of the prisoners when he was torturing them.

But inflicting these tortures on oneself is another matter.

"Sha Shen, I, I really don't know."

"This radio station is always contacted by Leech. He changes the frequency every time, and the last time he contacted me was a few days ago."

"I really don't know, don't force me!"

Marsal was anxious and explained in a panic, but Du Weiguo ignored him and continued to walk towards him with great strides.

"Dasulu Modatyi!"

Seeing Du Weiguo approaching him with a steel spike, Marsal became furious. He shouted something in his hometown dialect and raised his hands suddenly.

"Woo~"

Countless whirlwinds suddenly appeared around him, and instantly merged into a fierce tornado, in which each gust of wind was like a scraper. To be honest, Masar's combat power was not weak. After all, he was a dual-specialty psychic. Not only could he control the wind, but he also had a strong hypnotic ability.

Although his abilities have inevitably declined due to his age, he is still considered a master.

However, the so-called combat power is relative. When facing Du Weiguo, he is nothing.

He didn't dare to use any mental means at all. Du Weiguo's consciousness was as solid as a rock, and he also possessed a miraculous ability to counterattack.

He had experienced this as early as that snowy night in the villa by Lake Lugano when he personally led the team to launch a surprise attack on Zhao Yingnan. He almost died on the spot due to the backlash.

As for his best wind control skill, it was useless.

When attacking, the wind cones and wind knives seemed to be tickling Du Weiguo. When defending, no matter how strong the wind was, could it block the bullets?

Not to mention escaping, where can he run to facing Du Weiguo who has the ability to teleport?

There is no way to go up to the sky, no door to enter the earth, unable to fight, unable to defend, and unable to escape. This is the situation of Marsal now.

Marsal was really trying his best. He used all his strength. The radius of the tornado was as high as 3 meters, almost filling the entire cave.

Of course they do!

"Swish!" Du Weiguo swung the steel spike in his hand with great force, and it instantly let out a sharp scream.

The steel spike thrown by Du Weiguo with all his strength had a speed and power comparable to a bullet fired from a sniper rifle, or even more so.

The distance was only a dozen meters, which could not be stopped by strong winds, not even a hurricane.

With a muffled sound, the tornado was instantly deflated, as if a huge balloon was suddenly punctured.

"boom!"

The scattered turbulence was like countless sharp wind blades, forcing Du Weiguo to raise his arms to cover his head and face, and he also took a few steps back.

As the turbulence gradually subsided, Marsal's dejected and horrified old face appeared.

His chest was pierced by a steel spike, right at the diaphragm between the heart and lungs, avoiding all blood vessels with incredible precision without missing even a single nerve.

It wasn't fatal, and there wasn't even much bleeding, but the pain was excruciating, truly heart-wrenching.

"Snort~" Du Weiguo brushed off the dust on his face and head, then dug out a steel spike from the rock wall and said teasingly:

"Come on, continue. I can play with you like this for the whole day."

"Ugh~" Marsal leaned against the rock wall, holding his chest. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

Because of the pain, his face was as pale as paper, his whole body was shaking, and large amounts of sweat were oozing from his forehead.

He said with difficulty: "Sha Shen, don't, don't torture me, I, I really don't know where the leeches are~"

"Ha~" Du Weiguo sneered and said sarcastically: "So, you want me to give you a quick death?"

"Uh~" Marsal opened and closed his mouth several times, but in the end he didn't say a complete sentence.

When death was really approaching, he suddenly realized that it was all like a dream. He did not have the courage to face death at all and he wanted to continue living.

"Sha Shen, I, I can pledge my loyalty to you~"

"puff!"

At this moment, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the thigh, and instantly swallowed back the words he was about to say.

Du Weiguo has X-ray vision and he knows every pain point of the human body, so the second steel spike accurately pierced his femoral plexus.

Because it was so painful, Marsal couldn't even scream at the first moment.

"Ah~ah~"

After several seconds, he finally knelt on one knee, covering the inside of his thigh tightly, and howled like a wild beast.

"Hildato, Rosama~~"

Then, he started to curse loudly in the slang of his hometown. Although Du Weiguo didn't know what he cursed, he thought it must have been very dirty.

Du Weiguo didn't care about the insults at all.

There are so many people scolding him or even cursing him every day, and he has long been accustomed to treating all this malice as a breeze blowing on his face.

Du Weiguo dug out another steel spike from the rock wall, which made a not-too-loud sound, but to Marsal it was like a bolt from the blue.

His whole body trembled, and he suddenly closed his mouth, looking at Du Weiguo with horror in his eyes.

At this moment, Marsal was actually very surprised. He found that he was not only afraid of death, but also extremely afraid of pain, and could not bear it at all.

Seeing his cowardly look, Du Weiguo looked disdainful. He shook off the stone chips stuck on the steel spike and said quietly:

Masar, there is an old Chinese saying that things never happen more than three times. Now, my patience has almost run out, and I am not interested in playing with you anymore.

This is the last steel spike. This steel spike will pierce your pancreas. You will feel pain for several hours, or even longer, and finally die in endless pain. "

"No, no, I, I am still useful."

Marsal knelt on the ground like a mangy dog, completely utterly without any manners, begging with tears and snot.

"I, I don't know where Leech is now, but I know his real name!"

"Oh?" Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows and immediately became interested: "What is the real name of Leech?"

This Leech guy is very mysterious and hides himself very well. Even though Du Weiguo used all means to investigate him, he still couldn't find out his whereabouts.

But as long as his real name is known, he will have nowhere to hide.

With Du Weiguo's current terrifying power, he can easily dig up the leech's past and present lives, and even his ancestors for eighteen generations.

Masar trembled and asked hesitantly:

"If, if I tell you his name, can you let me go?"

At this moment, he was just an old man who was begging for mercy and trying to survive. His spine was broken and there was no trace of his former Pope's demeanor.

Such a piece of trash actually became his powerful enemy and was even regarded as a serious threat by him. Du Weiguo was very disappointed and a little bored at the moment, and at the same time he felt disgusted as if he had eaten shit.

After a long silence, he slowly nodded:

"Okay, I can let you continue to live, but I will break your limbs and make you a cripple from now on."

Upon hearing this, Marsal was not surprised but happy. If Du Weiguo readily agreed to let him go, he would not believe it.

"Broken, broken limbs, I can't leave the desert, and I will die in the end, is that okay~~"

He tried to bargain, but his voice stopped again, and the intact thigh was also pierced by the steel spike.

"Uh-huh~"

Marsal rolled over and curled up on the ground in a panic, and a low, suppressed roar came from his throat.

Du Weiguo walked slowly in front of him, and a cold voice without a trace of emotion came into his ears.

"You'd better understand the situation. Now, you have no bargaining chips. I'm giving you one last chance. Answer my questions immediately or die."

"Fidill Ferguson! His name is Fidill Ferguson!"

Masar said the name of the leech without hesitation. (End of this chapter)