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

"What?" Shota immediately showed an incredible expression when he heard Gibson's shouting outside the door.

The next moment, his eyes suddenly turned as dark as ink. He wanted to synchronize the vision of the "Crow Scout" and personally confirm the authenticity of the news.

It’s not that he didn’t believe Gibson, it’s just that the news was too sudden.

Just a dozen minutes ago, two Indian infantry regiments were approaching with murderous intent, but in the blink of an eye, they retreated?

"Miss Hu, the Indians have withdrawn!"

In the blink of an eye, Gibson came running in like a gust of wind, his usual calm and composed demeanor changed, his tone was extremely excited.

"Heh~" Miss Hu chuckled, as if she had expected this result.

"I see. These red-headed Indians have indeed given in. It's just that they did it much faster than I expected."

Although Miss Hu looked calm and composed, she was actually not as calm as she appeared.

Instead, he let out a long sigh of relief, as if a huge weight had finally fallen from his heart.

Miss Hu was in big trouble this time. She really didn't expect that the usually timid Red-Headed Indian would be so tough this time and rebound so violently.

In order to deal with them, they even set up a radical party called Luohu.

These guys not only instigated the army to provoke her, but even surrounded the city with a large army, trying to force them to surrender by using the lives of cannon fodder Indian soldiers.

All these situations were beyond Miss Hu's expectations.

"Miss Hu, did you know that it was the boss who scared these Indians away?"

Seeing Miss Hu's reaction, Gibson immediately misunderstood and looked very surprised.

"Huh?" Upon hearing this, Miss Hu was also stunned.

After she realized what was going on, she asked a barrage of questions.

"Gibson, you said they were scared away by Du Da? Didn't he go into the desert? How come he found Reina? What does Tianzhu's matter have to do with him?"

"Uh~" Gibson's expression froze, and he thought for a while before he could barely sort out his thoughts.

"I don't know the specific progress of the boss in North Africa, but I think it must have been done. Otherwise, ahem~"

Gibson had only spoken halfway when he started coughing violently, hunching over like a giant shrimp.

Having said that, this handsome middle-aged man is in a very disheveled state at the moment, with unkempt hair, unshaven beard, red bloodshot eyes, and a face that cannot hide the fatigue of the weather.

After receiving the sad news from Motihari, Gibson flew here non-stop overnight and arrived just before dawn this morning.

He had injured his lungs when he was young, and the long, high-intensity trek, coupled with his anxiety, caused his old illness to relapse.

At this moment, Shota's eyes returned to normal. He nodded to Miss Hu, his voice trembling slightly:

"Ms. Hu, the troops have indeed withdrawn. All the troops surrounding the city are evacuating at the fastest speed."

"Okay, I understand." Miss Hu replied perfunctorily.

Then, she stood up and walked quickly to Gibson, who was still coughing, grabbed his right hand, and pinched his thumb Shaoshang point with two fingers like lightning.

Then she pressed the Yuji point, the Chize point, and finally she bent two fingers and tapped the Danzhong point on his chest, neither too hard nor too soft.

"Puff!" When the last finger fell, Gibson was instantly struck by lightning and spat out a mouthful of dirty blood.

The smooth and flowing combo that Miss Hu just performed is very famous, the infamous Thirteen Ghost Needles.

This set of acupuncture techniques is said to be a magical skill that can pull people back from the gates of hell, hence the name.

It's just that Miss Hu used her fingers instead of silver needles, so the effect was naturally discounted. However, it was enough to help Gibson temporarily heal his old injuries and stop his coughing and asthma.

Look, after spitting out the dirty blood, Gibson's complexion visibly improved.

"Miss Hu, thank you, I didn't know you knew medicine~~" He took a long breath and quickly expressed his gratitude.

"Okay, now that everything is fine, let's get down to business." Miss Hu waved her hands impatiently and urged.

"Oh, alright."

Gibson wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, quickly got into the state, and said in a serious tone:

“The boss didn’t contact me, but he contacted Miss Lin in the morning. He must have learned about the situation in Tianzhu through her.

Then, the boss communicated with Nikonov of the KGB in plain text, asking the Russian bear to borrow 20 pineapples.

Previously, Du Weiguo and Nikonov had communicated in plain text throughout the process, and the content of their conversation had already spread throughout the world.

Of course he did this on purpose. He just wanted to put pressure on Tianzhu.

Although the authenticity of the agreement reached between him and Nikonov has not been verified, Du Weiguo is certain that Tianzhu will not dare to disbelieve it.

After all, he had thrown four big pineapples at Tianzhu, and he had enough courage and ability to make the contents of the agreement come true.

Gibson was very excited, talking with great joy, without noticing that Miss Hu's face had already turned as black as charcoal.

"You mean he didn't look for me? Instead, he looked for Lin Jiaojiao?"

There was a dangerous light flashing in her eyes. She clenched her teeth tightly and squeezed out a word from between her teeth.

In the room which was as warm as spring, a few gusts of cold wind suddenly arose and the temperature dropped suddenly.

Gibson felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave, with all the hairs on his body standing up. However, he reacted quickly and figured out the connection almost instantly.

"No, no, Miss Hu, you misunderstood." He explained hurriedly:

"The boss must be trying to find you. He contacted me on the frequency I usually use, but he didn't know that you had already left Motihari City."

"Hmph~" Upon hearing this, the jealous Miss Hu's expression eased a little, but she was still angry.

"He obviously already knows the situation in Tianzhu, so why hasn't he contacted me yet? Is he blaming me?"

Oh my god, it turns out that women are unreasonable when they are jealous, even the decisive Miss Hu is no exception.

Gibson complained in his heart, licked his lips, and said courageously:

"Miss Hu, is it possible that it is because the boss knows about Tianzhu's current situation that he has no time to contact you and is trying to find a way to help you out as soon as possible?"

"What do you mean? Why do you say that?" Miss Hu raised her eyebrows, somewhat confused.

Just now, when he heard that Du Weiguo contacted Lin Jiaojiao first, the Jealous King immediately flew into a rage, and he didn't listen to the words that followed, but listened with one ear and out with the other.

"Alas~ Miss Hu's possessiveness is too terrible. The boss's harem will probably catch fire sooner or later."

Gibson sighed silently and pondered in his heart, but he did not dare to show any trace of it on his face. Instead, he explained again with great patience.

"About an hour ago, the boss spoke to Nikonov in plain text~~"

After listening to what he said, the corners of Miss Hu's eyes and lips curved up almost at the same time. For a moment, she was so beautiful that she looked like a hundred flowers blooming.

"Hey, he still has some conscience."

"Dangdangdang~"

At this moment, a capable white young man came running over in a hurry. He was very sensible and although the door was open, he still knocked.

His name is Max, and he is Gibson's right-hand man. He left MI6 with him and joined Du Weiguo. Max nodded to Miss Hu and Shota first, then turned to Gibson.

"Boss, the boss is calling urgently, line 3 backup frequency."

Upon hearing this, Miss Hu's eyes instantly became brighter, as bright as stars.

It was still noon near New Delhi, but the Sahara Desert had already welcomed night and was suddenly getting colder.

"Shashasha~"

In the deserted yellow sand, there was a sound of extremely fast footsteps, and a figure was as fast as a ghost, rushing at lightning speed.

"Wei, Wesley, I, we, should, should we stop and rest for a while."

Reina's voice sounded intermittent, as if someone had grabbed her tongue.

"I am not tired."

Du Weiguo's voice was still as steady as an old dog. Even when he was galloping through the desert with a person on his back, he didn't even breathe.

"I, I, can't stand the shaking." Reina's face was pale at this moment. In fact, she was about to vomit.

The human body structure is not suitable for carrying a camel. Running with a person on its back is actually quite uncomfortable for both the person carrying the person and the person being carried.

Especially this monster Du Weiguo, even in the desert, he can cruise and run long distances at a speed that exceeds the 100-meter record.

Reina had just woken up and was still very weak. Her internal organs were almost dislocated by the shaking.

"Swish~" Du Weiguo stopped suddenly, stood steadily, and put Reina down from his back.

"Ugh, ugh~" As soon as Reina's feet touched the ground, she couldn't help but kneel down and vomit.

"Alas~ I am becoming less and less suitable to get along with mortals."

Looking at Reina's miserable appearance, Du Weiguo lit a cigarette and sighed helplessly.

After a long while, Reina finally recovered, slowly stood up, and walked to Du Weiguo's side. In fact, she was also helpless and apologetic:

"Sorry, Wesley, I'm holding you back again. Why don't you knock me out? Maybe it will be faster this way."

"Forget it." Du Weiguo shook his head and handed her the cigarette box and lighter.

"We're not far from the meeting point. You can rest for a while and we can walk there slowly."

Reina also lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and her expression became slightly relaxed.

"Wesley, aren't you in a hurry? I don't want to delay your business, otherwise, you go first~~"

"I have nothing to worry about."

Du Weiguo waved his hand to interrupt and gave her a displeased look.

“Reina, given your current condition, what’s the difference between me leaving you here at this time and this place and pushing you to death?

I came all the way to this barren desert and finally rescued you. How could I just watch you die?"

"I'm sorry~" Reina was so moved that her eyes turned red and she was choked with sobs and couldn't speak.

Du Weiguo reached out and took her into his arms, ruffling her withered red hair, and said teasingly with a smile:

"What are you sorry for? I say, Deputy Minister Reina, you have been promoted to a junior minister now, and you are in a high position and have great power, so why are your eye sockets getting shallower?"

Reina burst into tears:

"Wesley, please stop trying to fool me. I know very well that my life is worthless compared to what you are going to face."

"I, I don't want to be a burden to you, and I don't want to waste your time."

Du Weiguo stroked her back and said in a gentle and comforting voice:

"Reina, don't belittle yourself. Emotionally, you are my woman. Logically, you came to the desert to do things for me. If something happens to you, how can I just ignore it?"

The life and death promise that has been fulfilled many times is very lethal.

Reina was instantly moved. She stopped talking and crying, but took the initiative to offer a sweet kiss.

Just a moment later, Du Weiguo gently pushed away Reina, who was already overwhelmed with lust and about to lose her mind.

"Wesley, what's wrong?" Reina's eyes were blurry, her tone was puzzled, and she felt aggrieved.

Du Weiguo shook his head and said nothing, but a hint of gloom flashed across his eyes.

"Damn it, it's really hard for me to get along with ordinary people now. Sigh, it's lonely at the top!"

He was well aware of his own abnormal physical strength, which was like that of an animal. Not to mention Reina who was now in a state of low health, even if she was in her prime, it would be difficult for her to withstand his attack.

The gloom in Du Weiguo's eyes was keenly noticed by Reina, and she immediately became anxious:

"Wesley, do you dislike me? Marsal and the others never touched me. I swear, my body is clean!"

"Pa!" Du Weiguo was angry and annoyed. He slapped her plump breasts and said angrily:

"What the hell are you thinking? Look at what you've become now? You only have half your life left, why are you still trying so hard?"

Upon hearing this, Reina's expression instantly improved a lot, but she still felt aggrieved.

"But you're so busy. Once we get to the meeting point, you'll have to leave, and it will be hard for us to get a chance to be alone together again."

"Who said I was leaving?" Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows.

"Huh?" Reina was stunned, then her eyes lit up, so bright that it was frightening.

"Aren't you going back to Tianzhu?"

Du Weiguo held her in his arms and sat on the sand, stretching his legs comfortably.

"Why go back to Tianzhu? I don't like that garbage place where the air is filled with the smell of shit. Why should I go back?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Reina rolled her eyes at him speechlessly:

"Aren't you afraid that Miss Hu and Tianzhu will break up and fight again?"

"Ha~" Du Weiguo sneered, his tone contemptuous:

"Reina, do you think those 20 pineapples I have are fake? Those red-headed Indians would never dare to fry them."

"Ugh~" Reina was choked.

"But, but, if we really agree to Miss Hu's request, Tianzhu will inevitably be divided into the east and the west. The price is too high."

Du Weiguo lit a cigarette, puffed out two streams of smoke from his nose, squinted his eyes, and asked in a scoundrel tone:

"Is the price too high? At most, it would just split off a few states. Compared to the destruction of the entire country of India, it doesn't seem that big, right?"

At this point, Du Weiguo suddenly changed into a very formal official tone:

"Minister Reina, now, as the leader of the evil spirits, I ask you to help me convey a message to the English officials."

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn, and Reina twisted her body somewhat unnaturally.

She wanted to make a joke to ease the tension, but when she met Du Weiguo's dark eyes, she felt as if her soul had been taken away.

She swallowed subconsciously: "What?"

Du Weiguo flicked away his cigarette butt, and spoke in a cold tone, emphasizing each word:

"Don't have any evil thoughts, otherwise, India today will be England tomorrow." (End of this chapter)