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

Du Weiguo is really on the rise now.

With just his own strength, no, just with a piece of unconfirmed negative information related to him, he caused turmoil in the world.

His two bases are now in chaos.

Guyana is in trouble and has entered a state of war readiness. The situation is extremely tense.

Needless to say, India was in complete chaos. Even the army commander-in-chief's headquarters was destroyed. The country had entered a state of all-out war.

An even more serious situation occurred in the Atlantic, where both superpowers were defeated.

11 hours ago, the Third Fleet of the Citigroup Atlantic Fleet came out in full force, quickly left the Gulf of Mexico, and began to move towards the Virgin Islands.

The official reason given by Citigroup is to protect the safety of the country's and its allies' sea lanes.

Recently, the domestic political situation in the United States is experiencing the most chaotic and severe test since the founding of the country.

The president and vice president resigned one after another, the general election was forced to be postponed, and the fight between the hawk and dove factions was so intense that it was almost a fight.

In the Pentagon, several temporary leaders have their own ulterior motives and are blaming each other, with no one wanting to be the first to take responsibility.

However, in the face of Guyana's provocative behavior, Citi had to respond.

It wasn't for the sake of Canada, the loyal lackey, but mainly because Guyana's actions were too deadly.

Although Guyana's territorial waters are not large, its location is very critical, right at the junction of the Caribbean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean.

After sinking the Canadian freighter, the Guyana government closed the sea in a high-profile manner and explicitly prohibited any American ships from passing through, which was tantamount to strangling America's maritime throat.

This is intolerable, no matter whether for the sake of reputation or reputation.

Therefore, even though the domestic situation was in chaos and the news that Du Weiguo was trapped had not been confirmed, Citibank still sent troops.

However, something happened that no one expected.

The Flower Flag Fleet had just set out for an hour when the Russian Bear's Northern Fleet followed suit. More than 40 main battleships advanced towards the Atlantic Ocean at high speed.

The reasons given by the Russian bear were crude and far-fetched. They said they were invited by their ally Guyana to jointly defend their territorial sovereignty.

No one expected that in such an unclear situation, the Russian bear would so clearly support Du Weiguo and even go to war with Citigroup.

According to the routes and speeds of the two fleets, it is estimated that the two sides will meet in the high seas in 30 hours.

This was the first large-scale direct military confrontation between the Soviet Union and the United States since the outbreak of the Cold War, and the attitudes of both sides were extremely firm, as if they were ready to start fighting at the slightest disagreement.

As the boss was arguing with the younger brothers, it was natural that they had to express their opinions as well. The situation in the whole of Europe became tense.

Among them, the most obvious example was Berlin, where countless soldiers and horses gathered on both sides of the 155-kilometer-long Berlin Wall, visible to the naked eye.

War is imminent!
As long as either the Soviet or American warships fire the first shot, World War III will officially break out.

The reason why the situation deteriorated so rapidly to such a precarious point is that the huge variable of Du Weiguo's comet-like rise has already leveraged and changed the world pattern.

The party whose interests were damaged wished he would die, while the party that benefited would not allow anything to happen to him, at least not now.

The shadow of war instantly enveloped the entire Atlantic Ocean and even the whole world, and Casablanca, the source of all this, was as tense as a volcano about to erupt.

In just 24 hours, more than 7 troops gathered near the city, nearly one-third of the country's total force.

Casablanca today no longer has the prosperity and beauty of the past. The entire city is under martial law and has been transformed into a huge military camp.

Luoluoji was in even greater panic; almost every inch of space was filled with fully armed soldiers; not even a mosquito could fly in.

In addition, spies from intelligence agencies of various countries also gathered together frantically like hyenas smelling blood, regardless of everything.

Among them, MI6 took the biggest action, and even its boss, Mr. J, was present in person.

By now, Harper, the instigator, has already become helpless. The seriousness of the situation is far beyond her expectations.

She guessed that this news would cause huge fluctuations, but she didn't expect that it might actually trigger a new round of world war.

"Harper, are you sure that Wesley is definitely trapped in there now?"

In front of the ruins of the safe house, Mr. J pointed at the re-buried bunker entrance and growled.

"Director, I'm very sorry. I, I, can't be sure."

Harper's face was as pale as paper, and his voice was trembling due to excessive nervousness.

"Can not be sure!"

Upon hearing this, Mr. J was so angry that veins popped out of his forehead. A piercing light flashed in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and questioned word by word:
"If it's impossible to confirm, then why did you insist on stopping the excavation and rescue? And you also leaked the unconfirmed news and let everyone know about it!"

"Harper, have you had enough of living?"

"Director, I, I~"

Facing Mr. J's terrifying gaze that seemed to want to kill her, Harper felt her tongue was tied. She was usually eloquent, but now she was stammering and couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

She regretted her decision to the core. Her ambition for fame and power clouded her mind, causing her to ignore the environment she was in at the time.

At that time, there were thousands of soldiers involved in digging the bunker. How could these Moroccan soldiers have any discipline? Moreover, there were countless spies lurking nearby.

In this damn situation, even gods can’t keep it secret!

Almost at the same time when Harper reported the situation to the London headquarters, the news that the Demon God was trapped spread like wildfire, and soon it turned into a rumor that the Demon God had been captured alive.

"Tell me, why did you do this? Who ordered you to do this?"

Harper was dumbfounded, but Mr. J did not let her go. He took a step forward, stood in front of her, and continued to question her harshly.

"Also, who was responsible for the bombardment? Did you instigate it? Where is the ship now? What force does it belong to?"

Until this moment, no one knew who was responsible for the sudden bombardment and what its purpose was.

The ship that opened fire has not been found yet, and the "snake's nest" has been completely destroyed, leaving only a terrifying deep pit with a radius of more than ten meters. All clues have been obliterated.

For a moment, nothing could be found.

In fact, Du Weiguo has now been involved and may even be trapped, so no one is interested in continuing to investigate the truth.

Faced with the overwhelming pressure from Mr. J, Harper's pupils suddenly contracted, and a strong sense of fear instantly swept through his body.

"No, it's not me~" Her legs went limp and she sat down on the ground with a thump.

She is a political creature and understood Mr. J's intention immediately. It was obvious that he was intending to make her take the blame!

A black pot as big as the sky!
The strong response from the evil spirits and the resolute support from the Russian bear were beyond everyone's expectations and made everyone understand a fact.

Even if Du Weiguo was trapped or captured, or even if he was dead, the evil spirits would not just sit there and wait for death. Today, the evil spirits have grown into a giant.

Whoever wants to dismantle the evil gods will pay an extremely painful price, and may even trigger a new round of world war.

What's more, Mr. J didn't believe that such a great devil would be trapped in a mere bunker.

Even though Du Weiguo has the closest relationship with the KGB now, it was actually MI6 that first established a cooperative relationship with him and began to conduct in-depth research on him.

Mr. J knew Du Weiguo's abilities very well. Even if he was really trapped, the sword he always carried with him was enough to dig through the concrete and create an escape route.

His inference was that Du Weiguo could not be in the bunker, but should be hiding in a corner, quietly observing how the situation developed.

This is an excellent opportunity to distinguish between friends and enemies. If Mr. J treats others as he would like to be treated, he will not miss this opportunity.

Based on his understanding of Du Weiguo, he will only show up unless the evil spirits suffer losses or face danger.

If Mr. J's inference is correct, then the top priority now is to choose a scapegoat as soon as possible.

Obviously, Harper is the best choice.

Of course, she alone is not enough. Her immediate superior and the backer behind the scenes, MI6's senior deputy director Buckley, is the ideal scapegoat.

Even if this matter has nothing to do with him, it's like yellow mud falling on your crotch, it's shit anyway.

Doing so would not only appease Du Weiguo's anger, but also kill his political enemies, killing two birds with one stone.

Mr. J's crisis public relations skills are superb.

"Bureau, Bureau~"

Harper was so frightened that her teeth were chattering and all the strength in her body was drained away. She couldn't even utter a complete word.

"Take him away and keep him under close guard!"

Mr. J glanced at her with a deadly look and raised his hand to his men.

Harper was dragged away like a dead dog. Mr. J strode towards Habamed and ordered bluntly:
"Colonel, immediately have your men clear the hole as quickly as possible, and mobilize the flame cutting machine to open the door quickly!"

Although at this moment, there were 7 troops gathered in Casablanca, a lot of generals came, and even the Minister of Defense, the Prime Minister, and the Vice President rushed there.

However, none of them showed up, and the person in charge of Luoluoji was still the district leader Habamed.

It is obvious that he was chosen by Morocco to be the scapegoat.

"Mr. J, are you sure you want to do this? If the evil spirit is really trapped in~~"

Habamed was in a similar state to Harper. He was already scared out of his wits, but he still held on to a glimmer of hope.

"There are no ifs!"

Mr. J interrupted him coldly:

"He can't be trapped in there, Colonel, you'd better pray that Minister Reina is still alive, otherwise, Morocco will bear the double wrath of the Sha and England!"

Three hours later, the more than half-meter-thick steel door of the underground bunker of the safe house was finally cut open by the high-temperature flames.

The situation in the bunker was exactly as Mr. J had expected. Only Reina was seriously injured and unconscious, and Du Weiguo was not there at all.

"That's terrible! How could it be so fast?"

After personally inspecting the scene inch by inch, Mr. J's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he murmured in a daze.

Mr. J comes from a prominent family, but he relied on his own abilities and worked his way up, step by step, from the bottom to his current position as the top boss in the Sixth Department.

He has several unique skills, one of which is trace investigation.

Through the traces left behind, he was able to basically restore the scene, but the result of the restoration shattered his cognition.

Traces at the scene indicate that Du Weiguo most likely carried Reina with one hand, or perhaps held her under his armpit, and hid in the bunker.

Of course, this is nothing surprising. Reina weighs about 120 pounds. Lifting her with one hand is something that many ordinary people can do, let alone those with special abilities.

The difficulty lies in speed. The time from the firing of a shell to its falling should not exceed 5 seconds.

In these 5 seconds, Du Weiguo carried Reina in one hand and escaped to the safe house from somewhere else. He first opened the outer secret door, then opened the inner riot door, and then descended at a high speed to a sufficient depth.

The most outrageous thing is that after doing all this, he actually had time to leave the bunker, and even left the safe house before the explosion.

Ordinary people, even professionally trained elite agents, would probably not be able to complete the single action of opening a door in such a short time.

The speed displayed by Du Weiguo, even if it did not reach the standard of teleportation, was definitely faster than the speed of sound.

"No wonder he can always be victorious in a hail of bullets. Is it because his movement speed has already exceeded the speed of bullets?"

"Mach-level speed, coupled with his extraordinary vision and miraculous marksmanship, who can stop him?"

Mr. J stood blankly on the stairs of the safe house, his mind wandering.

"Boss, all those small fry are rushing over here."

At this moment, a capable curly-haired young man hurried over and whispered in Mr. J's ear that the "trash" he was talking about were naturally spies from various countries.

"Huh?" Upon hearing this, Mr. J suddenly came back to his senses and frowned.

"Stop them!"

"No, I can't stop it."

The curly-haired boy had very distinctive eyes, one blue and one green. He shook his head.

"The leader was that CIA hyena Blake. The bastard pulled out a gun and those Moroccan bastards didn't dare to stop him.

We have too few people. If we really want to stop them, I'm afraid we'll have to shed blood. Boss, how about I go there?"

When questioning, the young man's eyes lit up with an eerie light, and for a moment he was filled with murderous intent.

Mr. J weighed the matter briefly and rejected his proposal:
"No need, Jacob, this news is too big to be kept secret. Let that damned Blake come to see me."

"it is good."

Jacob's face showed a look of disappointment that was hard to conceal, but he still nodded. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he was stopped by Mr. J.

"Wait a minute, let me go up."

"Jacob, you must guard the bunker yourself. No one is allowed to come in except me. Otherwise, I will kill you without mercy!"

"Okay." Jacob smiled and licked his lips subconsciously. (End of this chapter)