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

Casablanca, North Africa.

At 9:22 am, it had been one hour and 1 minutes since Luoluoji was hit by inexplicable shelling.

"I found it! I found it!"

At the site of the safe house that had been bombed into ruins, a bearded man with bare arms shouted excitedly.

After hundreds of capable men worked desperately to dig, the entrance to the underground bunker was finally dug out by hand.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Colonel Habamed, who had already been involved in the incident and was covered in dust, immediately pushed his men aside rudely and ran over in a hurry.

He only took a quick glance at the exposed corner of the steel door, and his face instantly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"Miss Harper, this door can only be opened from the inside?"

The underground entrance is a slanted rectangular steel door hidden under the floor. It is not too big and only allows one person to enter by bending over.

The exposed part of the steel door was extremely smooth, with no handle, no keyhole, and not even a foothold.

"Yes, no." Harper was standing beside him at this moment, and her face was extremely ugly.

"Ministerial-level safe house defense bunkers all have one-time outward-opening doors. Once activated, they will automatically lock after closing and can only be opened manually from the inside."

Habamed was stunned. He was shocked by this ridiculous and absurd setting. He subconsciously said:

"What kind of ridiculous mechanism is this? If the people in the bunker get injured or lose the ability to open the door on their own, won't they be suffocated to death?"

"Watch your words!" Harper glared at him warningly.

"Our MI6 rescue was more timely than you thought. In addition, our agents, especially the senior agents, are very conscious and would rather suffocate to death than be captured alive."

She sounded tough when she said this, but in reality it was not the case. She was just trying to save face.

Of all the known intelligence agencies, MI6 agents are notoriously unable to withstand interrogation, let alone torture.

Moreover, the higher the official rank, the more he values ​​his life. Once caught, he will surrender, which takes selfishness to the extreme.

At the beginning, when Reina fell into Du Weiguo's hands for the first time, she cooperated surprisingly well. There was no torture at all. She told him everything she knew.

Therefore, this bizarre setting is more of a consideration to prevent the six high-level officials from being captured alive quickly and to try to extend the rescue time.

"Where is the vent in the bunker?"

Habamed was also a smart man. He did not continue to argue, but immediately changed the subject.

"How the hell should I know? This isn't my safe house, and it's too late to look for it now."

At this point, Harper was also furious.

You know, it has only been more than a year since Reina was promoted to the position of junior minister. In such a short time, she has built a top-level defense bunker in Harper's lair.

The key point is that she, the local boss, knew nothing about such a big move, so she deserves to be killed.

"Based on your experience, is there any other exit from this bunker?" Habamed asked patiently.

This question was quite technical. Harper looked around, pondered silently, and then shook his head:
"should not."

Upon hearing this, Habamed's brows were knitted so tightly that water was about to drip out of them, and his tone became very solemn:

"you sure?"

Harper gave him a cold look and shouted unceremoniously:

"Nonsense! Are you blind? Can't you judge for yourself? Given the location and structure of this safe house, how could there be other exits from the bunker?"

Habamed's cheeks tensed instantly, and he was obviously clenching his back teeth.

However, he was still rational and did not turn against Harper. Instead, he snatched an engineer shovel from his subordinate, turned the tail handle upside down and knocked on the steel door, and checked the ground nearby.

"Dong Dong~"

Hearing the extremely dull knocking sound, Habamed's face turned even darker.

"It is at least 400 millimeters of bulletproof alloy steel plate, embedded in reinforced concrete walls that are several meters thick. It is a military-grade permanent bunker.

Miss Harper, please tell me how to open this door now? Do you want me to send tanks over and blast it open with armor-piercing shells?

His words were full of sarcasm, but Harper was so anxious that he didn't have the mood to argue with him:

"Stop talking nonsense. The most urgent thing is to open this damn door immediately and go to the dock to mobilize the oxyacetylene cutting machine."

Casablanca is a port island city. It not only has multiple docks but also shipyards, so there is naturally no shortage of flame cutting machines.

This thing is really powerful. When at full power, it can easily cut through steel plates several meters thick. It is indeed the best solution at the moment.

But Habamed did not move. He seemed to have suddenly thought of something extraordinary. An inexplicable light flashed in his eyes, and his body began to tremble slightly.

Seeing his stunned look, Harper suddenly became angry and anxious, wishing he could kick him to death:

"Asshole! Are you seeing a ghost? Hurry up and do something, why are you daydreaming?"

After all, Harper was just a director of MI6, and a deputy at that. His rank was not very high, and he was certainly not Hubbard's superior.

But she could boss Habamed around or even curse at him at his doorstep.

The reason is that weak countries have no diplomacy!

In the late Qing Dynasty, China's situation was actually the same. There was no dignity at all. At that time, even a white or even Hispanic little Karami dared to point his finger at and curse at the county magistrate.

"Ms. Harper, if your judgment is correct, does that mean that the Sha Shen is most likely trapped in this bunker at this moment?"

After a few seconds, Habamed finally spoke. His voice was very small and trembling violently.

But to Harper's ears, it was like a thunderclap. Her pupils shrank suddenly and she subconsciously let out a low cry.

The situation was confusing and happened suddenly, so she had been obsessed with rescuing Du Weiguo as soon as possible and trying to keep the situation within a controllable range.

However, she never thought about the problem from another perspective.

Du Weiguo is most likely trapped in the bunker now. The entrance is blocked by rubble weighing dozens of tons, and there is absolutely no way for him to push the door open and get out by himself.

Rounding it off, it's almost equivalent to him being captured alive.

The evil spirit who can move freely and appear and disappear at any time is extremely terrifying. Even if he dies suddenly, it may trigger a fierce local war or a large-scale riot among super-powered people.

After all, Du Weiguo is no longer alone. He not only has guns, money, people and territory, but he also has a large number of top-notch people under his command.

However, if Du Weiguo was captured alive, the situation would be completely different.

Holding his life in your hands is equivalent to holding the lifeblood of all the evil spirits in your hands.

All the forces opposing Du Weiguo united together and could easily divide and disintegrate all the forces under his command without bloodshed. Thinking of this, Harper looked at the steel door that was still mostly buried in the ruins. Her ambition could no longer be suppressed. A creepy light flashed in her eyes and she trembled as if she had been electrocuted.

If this thing is accomplished, Harper can't imagine what benefits she will reap.
Not to mention the distant future, "entering the cabinet" is inevitable. She may even replace Mr. J and become the head of MI6 by virtue of her unparalleled achievement in defeating the evil spirits.

As an ambitious political creature, Harper could not resist such temptation.

"What do you say, Miss Harper?"

Harper could no longer control her expression at this moment, and Habamed naturally saw that she was moved, so he lowered his voice and asked.

"Colonel Habamed, I, we can't be sure that he must be in there."

This was the first time Harper looked Habamed in the eye. Subconsciously, he regarded him as a collaborator with whom he could have a conversation, and called out his name and position.

"If he knew our plan~~"

She didn't finish her words, but Habamed was a smart man and understood what she meant immediately.

If Du Weiguo had not been trapped in the bunker, then their series of plans would have been a complete waste of time.

They will surely die a horrible death, and will have no power to resist, without even a hint of luck.

As his life and the lives of his entire family were at stake, Habamed's tone became very serious:
"Ms. Harper, didn't you just say that he was the only one who could hide in the bunker in such a short time?"

This inexplicable bombardment occurred very suddenly, with no signs beforehand, and the bombardment distance was very close, at most 5 kilometers.

The interval from firing to the explosion of the shell is only a few seconds, no more than 5 seconds at most.

It is absolutely impossible for an ordinary person to escape into the bunker in this fleeting moment, even a normal person with special abilities cannot do it.

This is Harper’s argument, but there is always a chance of something happening, especially with this pervert Du Weiguo, who is best at creating miracles.

"It's indeed very likely, but I'm not 100% sure." Harper's brows were twisted into a knot.

"But, what are the possibilities?" At this moment, Habamed's voice was hoarse due to excessive nervousness and excitement.

"7%, it can only be higher, not lower."

Harper did not answer immediately. He pursed his lips and pondered for a long time before replying in a deep voice, word by word.

"hu~hu~"

Habamed took several deep breaths, managed to adjust his mindset, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear:
"Would you like to take a gamble?"

Harper stopped talking and just stared at Habamed with burning eyes. There seemed to be ghost lights flickering in her eyes.

"Hehehe~"

A creepy sneer suddenly rang out from the dark bunker across the door.

Of course Du Weiguo couldn't hear the secret plot between Harper and the Habbermaid dog through the half-meter-thick sealed explosion-proof door.

However, just by looking at the extremely rich changes in their expressions, one can roughly guess what they are planning.

In fact, it is not difficult to guess. If Du Weiguo were Harper, he would definitely not be able to resist the huge temptation in front of him and would definitely take the bait.

Half a minute later, seeing Habamed carefully beginning to re-cover the bunker entrance, Du Weiguo's lips curled up into a meaningful smile.

"It's done! I'll use myself as bait, let's see how big a fish I can catch in the end."

Turning his head to look at Reina who was still unconscious, he rubbed his chin helplessly:

"Reina, I can't take you out either. I can only ask you to sleep a little longer."

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared without a trace.

3 hours later, Washington, Pentagon.

A stretched Lincoln stopped at the door. The current Citigroup Secretary of State Forbes Kerry got out in a hurry and walked straight into a special military intelligence room that was heavily guarded.

"Evans, did you receive accurate information?"

He asked impatiently just after closing the door and before even sitting down.

The person he was questioning was a middle-aged man with white hair and a hooked nose. His name was Evans Richardson, the director of the CIA, nicknamed the Bald Eagle.

Evans handed him a document and said calmly:

"This is the latest intelligence report from MI60. The Ω Research Office has just analyzed it and the probability is over %."

The Ω Research Room was established two years ago by the CIA specifically to study Du Weiguo. Now the total number of people has exceeded 200.

This is just the number of investigators. If we count the agents serving in the research room and the peripheral guards, there are at least a thousand people.

The core work of these researchers is to understand and analyze Du Weiguo.

Know all the details of his past and collect everything about him, including photos, hair, blood, fingerprints, used items, and even excrement.

Analyze his abilities, personality, habits, preferences, hobbies, behavioral patterns, and of course, every member of the evil spirit group is also a research object.

It can be said that the Ω Research Office knows Du Weiguo best in the world, perhaps even his bedmate is incomparable.

Speaking of this, I have to say something off topic.

Now, the Ω research room has mastered the characteristics of Du Weiguo's (sexual) organs, his sexual abilities and even his preferences.

The reason why they were able to obtain such secret and important intelligence was because of a researcher, Guan Qiuyue, whom they had developed a few days ago.

That’s right, it was Guan Qiuyue, the white lotus who was casually sent to Wandao by Du Weiguo. On the third day after arriving in Wandao, she met with an accidental car accident and died.

Of course, it must be a fake death. At present, she has been secretly transferred to Washington and is under strict protection.

Forbes read the intelligence report of MI6 at a glance, and then looked through the analysis report of the Ω Research Room.

He frowned and thought for a while, then turned to another person in the room: "Clark, what do you think?"

Clark's full name is Clark Clifford Wilson, the top man in the Pentagon and now the Secretary of Defense of Citigroup.

This is the most chaotic period in Citigroup's history. It is during the election, and the incumbent president and vice president have both resigned.

However, under such circumstances, Citigroup's domestic and international base remains as solid as a rock, and Clark, the military chief, has made an indelible contribution to this.

Now, both the Senate and the House of Representatives are in chaos. It can be said that the three people present are the most powerful people in Citigroup and can completely control the lifeblood of Citigroup.

Clark was a burly old man. When he saw Forbes kick the ball to his feet, he put down his cigar and replied with a half-smile:
"What does this have to do with our military? What do you think? I'll sit and watch."

Clark is the leader of the hawkish faction. He advocates military hegemony and opposes the supremacy of capital. Moreover, he also supports peaceful coexistence with Du Weiguo under certain circumstances.

The situation is unclear now, so he won't be so foolish as to express his opinion. (End of this chapter)