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

Outside the workshop, the police were afraid of the unknown gunmen armed with automatic rifles and did not dare to break in directly. They could only use loudspeakers to warn again and again.

They shouted at the top of their lungs, and the sound of pulling the bolts of their guns made them look quite imposing.

However, Du Weiguo completely ignored it and treated it as a dog barking. He had seen many large-scale scenes with thousands of troops, so a few cowardly policemen were nothing.

"Liao Sha, wrap your hand first, or the blood will drain out soon."

He pulled out a roll of military first aid gauze as if by magic.

Liao Sha looked down at the exquisitely wrapped gauze roll in her hand in a daze. She had never seen such a thing before, but she was very smart and figured out its use in an instant.

The gauze that Du Weiguo handed to her was no ordinary stuff. It was also a black technology produced by MI6.

The inner layer of the gauze is coated with hemostatic and anti-inflammatory powder, and there are tear-away adhesive strips on both sides. It is a bit like a large Band-Aid and is very practical.

Liao Sha is very clever and although it was her first time using gauze, she still managed to wrap it quite well and her movements were very quick, finishing it in just a few strokes.

"thank you, sir."

The little girl hung her hands obediently, like a cat, and looked at Du Weiguo with eyes full of gratitude and a hint of innocence.

It is human instinct to admire and depend on the strong. This instinct is especially strong for people like Liao Sha who are struggling to survive in the abyss.

Although it was only a brief contact, she already silently regarded Du Weiguo as the patron saint sent to her by God in her heart.

At this moment, there were slight noises coming from the front and back yards of the workshop. The police began to climb over the courtyard wall. It seemed that the commander on the scene could no longer hold back and attempted a forceful attack.

However, Du Weiguo seemed unaware of this and asked calmly:

"Liao Sha, where is your home?"

Perhaps because Du Weiguo, her tacit patron saint, was by her side, Liao Sha's tone became surprisingly calm.

"Sir, my home is in Dashir, a small town outside Marrakech."

"Oh." Du Weiguo nodded without denying, flicked his cigarette butt, and continued to ask:

"Who else is at home?"

Hearing this question, Liao Sha's body stiffened for a moment, a flash of panic flashed across her eyes, and she bit her lip subconsciously:

"No, no one."

"Haha~" Du Weiguo laughed.

Liao Sha is just an ordinary person. Although she is smart and quick-witted, she has not received any professional confidentiality training after all.

In the eyes of Du Weiguo, an old hand, her performance was full of loopholes and it was obvious that she was lying.

Du Weiguo suppressed his smile and said in a slightly teasing tone:

"Liao Sha, I'll give you another chance to answer my previous question again."

Upon hearing this, Liao Sha trembled suddenly, despair flashed in her eyes, and she couldn't help biting her lips.

She knew that her lies had been seen through by the godlike man in front of her. If she didn't tell the truth, the only golden thigh she could rely on might fly away immediately.

But she really didn't want to tell the truth.

She was afraid that Du Weiguo would send her back home, back to her biological father who was worse than an animal, back to that lawless hell on earth.

During the days after being sold, Liao Sha felt a little bit of anticipation in addition to fear.

During the journey, she heard the human traffickers and the guards talking about her, saying that she was a "top-quality commodity" and that she would definitely be sold for a good price and might even be auctioned off.

Usually, a virgin girl like her who has good looks and age has a certain possibility of becoming a rich man's concubine or lover.

By then, you will not only be able to live in a big house, wear fine clothes and eat delicious food every day, but you will even have servants to serve you.

She didn't dare to imagine such a life, but as long as she could have enough food and clothes and not be beaten, it was better than her previous life, so she was content.

However, the reality did not match expectations. For a woman like Liao Sha, beauty is her original sin.

Before she met a buyer, she was targeted by the psychologically twisted eunuch Naergo. If she had not met Du Weiguo, she would have been tortured to death.

At this moment, a few suppressed moans and vomiting sounds were heard not far away, as well as the sound of hurried footsteps. The police were not far from their room.

Du Weiguo raised his hand to look at the watch on his cigarette case, his brows slightly furrowed, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Then, he glanced at Liao Sha, whose expression changed rapidly, and his tone became a little impatient.

"Why? Is this question difficult to answer? Or do you want to stick with the lie?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Sir, I lied to you."

Liao Sha came back to her senses instantly, and wisely chose to tell the truth:

"I still have a father at home, but he treats me very badly, so, I don't want to go home."

Outside the room, the police's footsteps were getting closer and closer, and they were clearly audible. Liao Sha also heard them.

She panicked and grabbed Du Weiguo's sleeve again:

"Sir, please, save me, don't hand me over to the police, they are not good people, and don't send me home.

I, I am a virgin, I am pretty and obedient, I can sleep with you and help you with the laundry~~"

She tried her best and said everything. Moreover, when she begged, she even lifted up the long loose robe she was wearing, revealing her naked body underneath.

Because she was too excited, Liao Sha forgot to control the volume and almost shouted, and the noise was heard by the police outside.

"Who's in there? Come out now! Or I'll shoot!"

There was a sound of gun bolts being pulled outside the door, along with a warning that sounded stern but was actually weak.

The dozen or so corpses with blown heads in the workshop and the nauseating smell of blood frightened the Taiping police.

"What should we do? Sir, what should we do now?"

Liao Sha was so frightened that her face turned pale. She clutched Du Weiguo's arm tightly, and her whole body was shaking as if she had been electrocuted.

Du Weiguo did not answer her, but looked at his watch again and cursed in dissatisfaction:

"Damn it! Harper's reaction ability is too poor. It's been 15 minutes and she still hasn't arrived yet?"

Although Du Weiguo had lived in Reina's safe house before and had driven her and Harper away, he believed that there must be six spies near the safe house.

In fact, it was not just the Sixth Bureau's spies. After he openly and ostentatiously appeared on the streets of Casablanca, at least a dozen intelligence agencies began to follow him.

The agents didn't dare to get too close to him. Most of them kept a safe distance of several hundred meters and followed him all the way to the safe house.

So, these spies must have heard the gunshots in the workshop.

Regardless of whether Du Weiguo took action personally or not, since they were so close to him, they would definitely not remain indifferent, especially the local intelligence personnel in Morocco, who would not dare to ignore it.

"Everyone, exit the workshop immediately!"

As if in response to his complaints, a hoarse roar suddenly sounded outside the workshop. Even from a long distance away, one could hear the extremely panic-stricken emotion.

At this moment, outside the workshop, countless people suddenly gathered from all directions.

Some of them were capable men in plain clothes, while the rest were soldiers armed to the teeth. Just looking at their equipment, it was clear that they were definitely not ordinary soldiers.

"Who are you~" The police's on-site commander was a bald fat man. He was about to ask when he was interrupted by a middle-aged man who came rushing over.

"National Intelligence Agency, we have taken over this place. Withdraw all your people immediately."

The middle-aged man was sweating profusely. He thrust a book directly into the fat police officer's face and said sternly, "What? The General Intelligence Bureau?" The fat police officer widened his eyes in surprise.

"Stop talking nonsense and call your people back immediately, or I will kill you!"

The middle-aged man was almost going crazy at this moment. He took out his pistol and pointed it at the fat police officer's temple, shouting in a stern voice.

A moment later, in the living room on the first floor of Reina's safe house.

The middle-aged man from the General Intelligence Bureau stood at attention like a primary school student who had made a mistake. He first bowed deeply to Du Weiguo, and then apologized sincerely.

"Mr. Wesley, I'm very sorry that some illegal people have disturbed your rest. At the same time, thank you for helping us to clean up these criminals."

Listen, is there any justice in the world?

Du Weiguo's grandson openly opened fire in the city, and he was using an automatic rifle. He shot more than a dozen people in the head without trial. It was simply lawless.

However, not only did he get away with nothing, but officials from the Moroccan General Intelligence Directorate even had to apologize and thank him.

"Heh~" Du Weiguo sneered.

At this moment, he was slumped on the sofa, with a cigarette in his mouth and his legs crossed, like a bad-looking ruffian.

"Is this the end?"

"Mr. Wesley, I don't quite understand what you mean." The middle-aged man was a little confused and asked tentatively.

Du Weiguo raised the arm with the bloody marks left by Liao Sha's scratches.

"Deputy Director Boll, I helped you remove a big cancer in Casablanca. For this, I was seriously injured. Can you just thank me verbally?"

The middle-aged man is called Paul. He is the deputy director of the General Intelligence Agency and he rushed over from Rabat overnight the day before yesterday.

"Uh~" Upon hearing this, Boll's eyes widened.

He's not blind. Du Weiguo's sleeve was just stained with blood. There wasn't even a tear. How could he be injured?

But Boll's reaction was not slow:

"I see. Then Mr. Wesley, I will immediately arrange for you to have the best medical team and medical conditions to ensure that your injuries are cured."

"Treat the wound? Are you kidding me?" Du Weiguo pouted like a scoundrel.

"Then how should I calculate the time I was delayed? Deputy Director Boll, I am very busy. Recently, I just ordered 20 pineapples from the Russian bear.

Originally, I was planning to go to the Port of Helsinki to pick up the goods tomorrow, but now my hands are broken and my trip will definitely be postponed. What do you think I should do? "

"Ah?" Bol was struck by lightning and broke out in a cold sweat instantly.

Du Weiguo's threats and blackmail intentions were so obvious that even a fool could hear them, but this matter was too big and Boll didn't dare to make the decision.

He wiped the sweat dripping into the corners of his eyes and managed to calm himself down: "Mr. Wesley, what do you mean?"

Du Weiguo shrugged his shoulders after extinguishing his cigarette.

"My meaning is very simple. Even if ordinary people are injured on duty, they will be compensated for lost wages, nutrition expenses and so on. I was injured while working for the Moroccan government. You should at least show some appreciation, right?"

Bol was about to cry, and asked with gritted teeth:

"Wei, Mr. Wesley, then, then what kind of expression do you want specifically?"

"Ha!" Du Weiguo laughed in a particularly mean way:

"That depends on your sincerity. How about you go back and discuss it with someone?"

"Okay, okay, Mr. Wesley, I'll give you an answer as soon as possible."

Paul nodded dejectedly, and just as he turned around, he was called again.

"By the way, Deputy Director Boll, there is one more thing."

Turning around and seeing the curve of Du Weiguo's mouth, Boll felt his heart stop beating and subconsciously covered his chest.

"Please, Qing, please."

Du Weiguo suddenly sat up straight and his expression became serious. He pointed at Liao Sha who had been standing obediently behind him.

"Deputy Director Boll, this is Liao Sha, my half-sister."

"Half sister?"

Bol was completely confused, his eyes became dull, and he stared straight at Liao Sha, who was obviously a mixed-race of white and Arab.

Du Weiguo nodded confidently:

"Yes, my sister was kidnapped by corrupt police in Marrakech and then sold to human traffickers. She suffered a lot and was seriously injured."

At this point, Du Wei raised Liao Sha's re-bandaged hands, and his tone suddenly became stern:

"Deputy Director Boll, you must give me an explanation for this matter!"

"Huh? This?"

Even the deputy director of the General Intelligence Bureau had lost his ability to organize his speech.

"Wei, Mr. Wesley, is there some misunderstanding? How could she be your sister? She, she doesn't even match the race?"

Du Weiguo's eyes were cold:

"I've just said it before. We have different fathers and mothers, so of course our skin colors are different."

Fuck the half-brother, is there any justice in the world? This blackmail reason is so arbitrary, it's really outrageous!

Boll was wailing and cursing in his heart, but Du Weiguo continued:

"What's the matter, Deputy Director Boll? Is there any problem? It's okay if you feel embarrassed."

Upon hearing this, instead of feeling relieved, Boll felt his heart hanging in his throat.

Although it was only a very brief contact, he had already made up his mind about Du Weiguo's character: a complete rogue who would never give up until he achieved his goal.

Sure enough, Du Weiguo paused and said quietly:

"If you don't care, I will go to Marrakech in person to help Liao Sha get justice."

Boll left, like a zombie, as if his soul had been drained out. Harper rushed to him and asked impatiently:

"Mr. Wesley, I don't understand your intention?"

"Although Morocco is barely wealthy, it has a small population and a small area. Its overall national strength is far inferior to that of India. There is nothing to be exploited?"

She asked very directly. After all, this was her territory and she had to mediate.

Du Weiguo lit another cigarette and replied with a smile:

"Yes, I know. I don't want money or food."

"What do you want?" Harper asked quickly.

"I want the land."

"Land? What land?"

Exhaling smoke, Du Weiguo slowly said a place name: "Tangier Port." (End of this chapter)