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

At dawn, the sky is about to brighten, Casablanca, Luo Luoji.

“Hulu~Hulu~”

Loud smacking sounds could be heard from the kitchen of Reina's safe house, and the room was filled with fragrance.

"Gu~" Seeing that Du Weiguo was eating so deliciously, Reina, who had no appetite at all, couldn't help swallowing her saliva.

"What are you looking at? It's not like we're out of noodles. If you want to eat, just cook it yourself."

Seeing her performance, Du Weiguo rolled his eyes at her and said something unclear.

What he ate was not any delicacies, but just instant noodles, which were later known as the king of junk food.

Interestingly, this instant noodles is produced by his company, the Hong Kong Island Noodle Factory.

Under normal circumstances, this thing currently has no market in Europe and Africa. Even in later generations, sales are not that large. It is usually consumed by Asian immigrants, and local people basically don't eat it.

However, because Du Weiguo, this big moth, flapped its wings desperately, many unpredictable butterfly effects were triggered.

For example, Guyana, which is separated from Morocco by a body of water and has emerged as an emerging market with extremely strong demand that cannot be ignored.

You know, there are millions of Chinese in Kuayanan, and almost everyone has a job, and their income is not low.

In theory, with Guyana's current industrial base and technological level, it is completely possible to produce instant noodles independently, but the raw materials are severely restricted.

Due to reasons of light, climate and environment, the staple crops in Guyana are mainly corn and quinoa. Recently, a lot of rice fields have been added, but it is not suitable for wheat cultivation.

Under this premise, if Guyana wants to produce instant noodles on its own, it can only import wheat flour from nearby countries such as Citi or Europe.

However, Su Li and Guo Fu both hated the West and did not want to do business with them. They also looked down on this small amount of money, so they would rather give up this business.

Therefore, every time the charter king's ocean-going fleet transported immigrants to Guyana, they would bring some of the trash along with them.

After all, instant noodles are not heavy and the profit is pretty good.

Casablanca is a necessary transit station to America, and it is close to the water. Occasionally, when the fleet stops, they will leave a small amount of instant noodles to try.

Although Reina is a genuine Western girl, she has been in Hong Kong Island for a long time and has developed a Chinese stomach.

Her men also knew her eating habits, so they prepared several boxes of instant noodles in the safe house.

At this moment, what Du Weiguo was enjoying was definitely a high-end deluxe version of instant noodles. In addition to the normal noodles and seasonings, it also contained poached eggs, tuna, and canned beef.

He made it rough, so it doesn't look that good, but the nutrition and taste are very good.

"Forget it. My health is not very good right now. I am afraid I won't be able to enjoy this feast."

Rubbing her stomach which was aching slightly from long-term hunger, Reina shook her head bitterly.

Four days and nights had passed since she was rescued from the Devil's Valley by Du Weiguo, but during this period she had been constantly tossing and turning, which was exhausting and tiring, and she had not received any systematic treatment or recuperation.

Therefore, Reina's current condition is very grim, or perhaps it would be more appropriate to say that she is extremely weak.

In other words, her physical condition was strong enough that she was holding on for dear life. If she were an ordinary person, she would have collapsed and been bedridden by now.

"Well, I overlooked it."

After slurping the last mouthful of noodles in the bowl, Du Weiguo burped with satisfaction and lit a cigarette.

"Reina, you look very pale, and it seems that you are seriously depleted."

"Anyway, I will be staying in Casablanca for the next few days. This is not your territory. Why don't you go back to London and have a good rest?"

"No!" Without even a second's hesitation, Reina flatly rejected his proposal.

"Wesley, my body is fine and I can handle it. I'll stay with you."

Damn it! Knowing that Du Weiguo was planning to land on the English mainland, how could Reina let him out of her sight?

A time bomb that is powerful enough to destroy the world and may explode at any time is right under your nose. I wonder if you are afraid.

Now, Reina wished she could keep Du Weiguo on her radar and not dare to stray from him for even a moment.

Of course, this was also a death order from Mr. J.

Besides, although Reina didn't take Harper, the little loser, seriously, she would never allow her to have the opportunity to be alone with Du Weiguo.

If this slut really gets into Du Weiguo's bed by chance, then everything will be over.

"Hmm?" Du Weiguo was about to speak when he suddenly frowned.

The next second, he suddenly moved, pounced on Reina like lightning, grabbed her, and held her under the armpit without any explanation, then rushed towards the basement without touching the ground.

Speaking of this, let me digress a little. The four major intelligence agencies recognized by the world are the KGB, CIA, MI6, and Mossad.

The strongest at the moment is undoubtedly the KGB, but when it comes to the one that pays the most attention to security construction, it must be MI6, who else but us.

To put it bluntly, I am most afraid of death.

All safe houses under MI6, regardless of size, whether bungalows or buildings, will be equipped with permanent shelters.

The defense standard is to be able to withstand more than two rounds of large-caliber artillery fire. For this purpose, the Sixth Department also established a special department, the Garrison Support Department.

Every year, the costs of site selection, secret construction, renovation and maintenance of safe houses account for 37% of MI's total military expenditure, the highest among its peers.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

When Du Weiguo and Reina ran to the entrance of the basement, a sharp sound of breaking air was heard in the sky not far away.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Just as he was about to hide in the basement, a loud explosion suddenly sounded above his head.

In an instant, the sky and the earth shook, and the ground was shaking like waves. Even Du Weiguo could not stand steadily and fell heavily down the stairs.

At the same time, the workshop where the snake's nest was located and the nearby buildings were almost all razed to the ground by the explosion.

Also engulfed in the explosion were more than a hundred police officers and intelligence agents who were searching and on guard inside and outside the workshop.

The smoke and dust that rose up instantly covered the entire Luoluoji, blocking out the sky and the sun.

"Cough~" In the safe house, in the basement, Du Weiguo shook his head and propped up his body, then opened his mouth and coughed out a mouthful of black blood.

Reina in his arms was bleeding from the mouth and nose due to the shock and had fainted. This time, she might not be able to get out of bed.

Fortunately, Du Weiguo reacted in time and took her into the underground shelter before the explosion, and used his body to block most of the shock wave for her.

Otherwise, her internal organs would be shattered to pieces.

After a few seconds, the shaking of the ground finally stopped. Du Weiguo checked Reina's condition and confirmed that she was not in danger of life.

He then slowly stood up, a tangible murderous aura rising from his body:

"A close-range salvo of 130mm naval guns! Fuck, that's great, it's quite a cost!" Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared, but soon he flashed back.

"Hehehe, interesting~"

Completely buried by the rubble, in the pitch-black underground bunker, Du Weiguo smiled sinisterly, as if gloating over someone else's misfortune.

"It's not coming for me. Damn it. It's rare for me to get a piece of the melon."

Just now, he teleported to a thousand meters above the safe house, and immediately discovered a merchant ship rapidly moving away from the sea a few kilometers away, as well as a snake's nest that had been bombed into a wasteland.

With his keen eyesight, he could almost instantly tell that this merchant ship was obviously a warship in disguise.

There are two 2-caliber main guns on the front deck and four 130-caliber secondary guns on the sides, which are more powerful than the average medium-sized destroyer.

Judging from the point where the shells landed, the target of this round of shelling was not the safe house where he was, but the snake nest.

In the darkness, Du Weiguo lit a cigarette. Under the reflection of the fire, his expression seemed obscure.

"Tsk, things are getting interesting. Even the damn ship guns were used. It seems that this snake den is not only trafficking people, but there should be other major secrets that I haven't discovered yet."

"But this is good news for me. The reason for blackmailing me was too far-fetched before, but now it is sufficient enough."

A few minutes later, on the ruins of the safe house, Harper, covered in dust, screamed like a madman:

"Quick! Quick! Clear out the rubble immediately!"

The person she was yelling at was a colonel with a livid face, but he did not confront Harper:

"Ms. Harper, please calm down. I have already contacted the engineering company and the fire department, and they will be able to clear the rubble soon!

Moreover, even if a professional team arrives, we will prioritize cleaning up the destroyed workshops and find out the cause of the shelling as soon as possible.”

"Don't give me that crap!"

Harper grabbed the colonel by the collar, pointed in the direction of the safe house, and said sternly:

"Clean up this house right now. I don't care what method you use, even if you use your hands or your teeth to pick it up, you must finish it within two hours!"

Even a clay man can still get angry. The colonel was also angry at this moment and slapped her hand away:

"You are forcing me! Harper, I am not your subordinate, and this is Casablanca, not London!"

"Ha!" Harper was so angry that he laughed:

"Idiot, do you know who might be buried under this ruin?"

"If he is really buried or injured, then congratulations, the entire city of Casablanca may be razed to the ground!"

The colonel's name is Habamed. He is the leader of an elite mechanical regiment that came from the Casablanca Naval Base for emergency support, and he is a well-known figure in the local area.

However, looking at the global scope, his level is far from enough, and he has no idea that the evil god Du Weiguo has come to the city.

What they didn't know was that before the explosion, Du Weiguo was in a safe house affected by the shelling.

Habamed pointed at the dilapidated safe house and said jokingly:

"Miss Harper, your joke is not funny at all. Could it be that the Queen of your Britain went on an incognito visit and was buried there?"

"You stupid pig!" Harper was so angry that veins popped out of his forehead and he clenched his teeth tightly:

"Even if you're ignorant, you must have heard of those four big pineapples that just exploded in Tianzhu, right?"

"What?" Upon hearing this, Habamed was stunned for a moment.

His pupils contracted violently, his mouth opened wide, and his throat seemed to be pinched by an invisible pair of hands, causing his voice to become distorted.

"You, you mean the evil spirit is here, and is buried inside."

"Ha~" Harper sneered:

"What do you think? If he is really buried in there, if anything happens to him, the whole city will be buried with him."

Although Harper was not as familiar with Du Weiguo as Reina was, and did not know all his characteristics, habits, and hobbies, she had also made up for the past of this legendary man and analyzed his abilities and temperament.

Just now, this round of shelling against the snake's nest came extremely suddenly.

There had been no warning signs before this, and everyone was in a state of confusion until this moment, not even knowing who was behind the attack.

Although this round of fire coverage lasted for a short time, its intensity was extremely high. Humans within a radius of 100 meters had no chance of survival.

However, Harper was 100% certain that Du Weiguo would never be killed by a mere artillery bombardment. He even intuitively felt that with his extraordinary abilities, he might not even be able to break his skin.

If Du Weiguo could be killed so easily, he would not be the evil god who looked down upon the world and was recognized as invincible.

Moreover, Harper also clearly realized another very scary fact.

A few hours ago, Du Weiguo's excuse for blackmailing the Moroccan government was very far-fetched, and there was still room for mediation.

But now, a nearly perfect reason was handed to him so clearly.

No matter who is behind the shelling, given Du Weiguo's usual arrogance, this extremely absurd request to lease the port of Tangier may really become a reality.

Thinking that the Strait of Gibraltar, the world's throat, is held in the hands of Du Weiguo, a series of chain reactions may be caused later.

Harper felt like her world was falling!

The sooner we can confirm that Du Weiguo is safe and sound, the more room for maneuver there will be. The longer we delay, the more out of control things will become.

"Snapped!"

Looking up, Harper saw that Habamed was still in a daze with his eyebrows straight and his eyes wide open. He could no longer suppress his anger and slapped him in the face.

"Still in a daze! Do you really want the whole city to be destroyed? Clear out the ruins quickly!"

Harper did not hold back, and Habamed's cheeks turned red almost visibly, the severe pain bringing him back to his senses in an instant.

Although he was slapped and it hurt, he was not angry. Or rather, he was fully aware of the seriousness of the situation and had no time to get angry.

This is a real disaster that can destroy the city. If it is not handled properly, it will affect millions of lives.

"Manfred! Second Battalion Commander, call all those who are breathing to me immediately and start clearing the rubble immediately."

"Yes!"

It must be said that Habamed is a good commander when it comes to leading troops. After the order was given, everyone started moving without a single complaint.

"Ha~"

In the dark basement, Du Weiguo, who witnessed everything, sneered:

"Harper is a smart woman, but it's easier said than done. If I don't blackmail you into peeing, I'll make you pee clean." (End of this chapter)