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

In recent days, the international situation has been like a roller coaster, changing dramatically over and over again, making everyone frightened.

Fortunately, the signs of the Third World War have finally been extinguished.

In the Atlantic Ocean, the maritime game between the two superpowers ended with Citigroup admitting defeat.

The Atlantic Third Fleet under Citigroup had to tuck its tail between its legs and retreat to the Port of Colon in Panama in disgrace.

The Soviet Union's Northern Fleet marched straight in, its destination heading directly for Trinidad. Such a move was undoubtedly like a dagger at the throat of Citigroup.

The key is that Citigroup does not dare to resist in the short term.

Firstly, the domestic political situation is in unprecedented chaos and the country is unable to take care of itself. Secondly, no matter how crazy Citigroup is, it cannot withstand the combined attack of the Russian bear and the evil spirits.

The current military strength of the Russian bear is comparable to that of Citigroup, and is even slightly stronger.
The military force of the Demon Gods is naturally insignificant compared to the two superpowers, but they are the most powerful group of people with special abilities in the world, and their main focus is definitely not on the frontal battlefield.

When it comes to harassment, sabotage, assassination, and beheading from the rear, no one can do it better than the evil gods. If a real fight breaks out, Citi’s command center will probably be wiped out within three days.

Therefore, Citigroup can only swallow its anger and accept this loss.

This may be the first time that the Bald Eagle has suffered a unilateral loss since the attack on Pearl Harbor during World War II, and a huge loss at that.

It was also the first breakthrough victory achieved by the Russian Bear since the Cold War. They finally achieved their strategic goal of planting a flag in America, and they did it right at Citibank’s doorstep.

Once the Soviet Union can gain a foothold in Trinidad, the world situation will change completely.

From then on, the Russian bear was the only dominant power, and Citigroup’s ships could no longer pass through the Caribbean Sea, which meant that the entire West Coast region was blocked.

The confrontation between the bosses has already come to an end, so of course the younger brothers have stopped fighting. Some are proud, while others are ashamed.

In addition, there is another big event recently. It is rumored that Citigroup’s general election is very likely to be cancelled.

Citigroup is now facing internal and external troubles and is facing the biggest crisis since the founding of the country. Who is willing to take over this extremely hot mess?
This may be the most obvious butterfly effect instigated by Du Weiguo since his rebirth. The future timeline is completely disrupted, and no one knows how it will develop.

If the current trend continues and the Russian bear maintains an overwhelming military advantage for a long time, the subsequent disintegration will most likely be delayed or even never happen.

On the Indian side, the interim government headed by Rao also completely gave in, but Miss Hu also made some concessions to a certain extent.

Finally, the agreement reached by both parties was that all members of the Rāhu party on the death list would be executed by the Indian side, while the others would no longer be pursued.

In fact, the reason why Miss Hu had no choice but to compromise was because she was also approaching the end of her life.

In recent days, she has been leading Shota, Kamishiro, Kagura and others to show their prowess in the city of New Delhi, killing people left and right. Even though they are surrounded by heavy troops, they are still able to kill a lot of people.

Although they killed with ferocity and momentum, only those who suffered know how miserable they are.

She consumes a huge amount of mental and physical energy every day. Kamui and Shota are also exhausted and have basically lost their ability to fight again.

Especially Kagura, who was the main force of the assassination, was already exhausted. When Miss Hu went to negotiate with Rao, she had already fainted.

The international situation was turbulent and unpredictable, but Du Weiguo, who had stirred up everything, disappeared again.

After leaving Edinburgh, he didn't contact anyone and no one knew where he went, as if he had been blown to pieces by some inexplicable bombardment.

But everyone knew that this was impossible, he must have disappeared again.

Although it was clear that Du Weiguo was not trapped in the bunker, the army gathered in Casablanca did not disperse, and Mr. J did not leave.

He personally led the team, working day and night, searching almost every inch of the ruins of the snake's nest that had been cleared out.

There was one thing he had to find out: who was responsible for the sudden bombardment, what was the purpose, and what evidence was being destroyed?
It's 3 a.m. in Casablanca, and it's been raining in the city since last night.

Mr. J had just ordered his men to protect the entire snake nest ruins with rainproof cloth, and returned to the makeshift marching tent all wet.

At this moment, he looked very haggard, and he waved to the capable young man who was always beside him, unable to hide his tiredness.

"There's no profit here. All the hyenas have left. We are surrounded by our people. My safety will be safe. Jacob, you should also go and have a rest."

Jacob nodded and said in a deep voice: “Okay, boss, I’m next door, you can call me anytime if you have anything.”

Mr. J entered the tent without turning on the light. He took off his raincoat in the dark and sat down on the camp bed. Then he put one hand behind his back and pounded his sore lower back.

Time is merciless. When he was young, Mr. J was a tough guy with arms that could run a horse, and he fought his way up step by step through military achievements.

But now that I’m getting older, all kinds of injuries have come to me, and they’ve started to make me pee on my feet.

"Whoo~"

Mr. J had just taken out the cigarette box from his pocket when the curtain of the tent was suddenly lifted, and a cold wind mixed with moisture blew in.

A figure slowly walked in with the wind and rain. Before the person arrived, the voice came first:

"Mr. J, long time no see."

"Sigh~"

Seeing this tall and straight figure and the man's deep and deep voice, even though Mr. J had already cultivated his heart to be as hard as a rock, he couldn't help but gasp.

However, Mr. J was used to big scenes, and he regained his composure in an instant.

"Mr. Wesley, you're here. It's been a long time since we last met."

"555 brand? Tsk, Mr. J is quite simple, eh?"

Du Weiguo walked straight up to him, sat on a folding chair in front of his bed, and picked up the cigarette box from Mr. J's hand.

This is a box of 555 brand cigarettes in gold packaging. The status of this cigarette in the English tobacco market is roughly comparable to that of Daqianmen in China today.

It can’t be said to be low-end, but for a high-ranking figure like Mr. J, it is definitely quite simple.

"Heh~" Mr. J chuckled:

"I'm a military man. When I was in the army, I got used to smoking. By the way, Mr. Wesley, is Jacob okay?"

Jacob is his personal bodyguard and a powerful person with special abilities. He lives in the next tent, only a few meters away.

With his skills, it was impossible for him to not notice someone walking into Mr. J's tent, even if the person was Du Weiguo.

"Jacob? The little guy from next door with the different colored eyes?"

While chatting casually, Du Weiguo took out two cigarettes from the cigarette box and handed one to Mr. J.

"Yes, his name is Jacob, and he is my bodyguard."

Mr. J's tone sounded calm, but when he took the cigarette, he broke the stem because he didn't control the strength well.

"Haha, don't worry, he's fine, he just fell asleep." Du Weiguo smiled and took out another cigarette and handed it to him.

Mr. J understood immediately that Jacob must have been knocked unconscious. While he felt relieved, he couldn't help but become more wary of Du Weiguo's terrifying strength.

Jacob was his trump card, and it took him a lot of effort to recruit him.

His ability is very unique and rare. His five senses are extraordinary. His vision, hearing, smell, taste, and touch are all far superior to ordinary people, but he is much weaker than those with single specialties.

But even so, it is very rare.

It is equivalent to having five specialties at the same time, and the specialties can be coordinated and complemented with each other, which makes him much more powerful than ordinary people.

But when he met Du Weiguo, the king of cheats, everything was in vain. It can only be said that Jacob was really unfortunate.

On a rainy night, Du Weiguo spotted Jacob even though they were nearly ten kilometers apart. He then used teleportation and a slashing knife to knock him out before he could even react.

"Ding~"

Du Weiguo took out a pure gold Dupont lighter, lit it, and politely handed it to Mr. J first.

"Thank you, Mr. Wesley. Chinese people value courtesy and like to yield to others. So in a sense, every Chinese person is a gentleman at heart."

Mr. J came over, lit a cigarette, and gave her a nice compliment.

Two streams of white smoke came out of Du Weiguo's nostrils, and he curled his lips in a noncommittal manner.

"Yes, we Chinese people all value courtesy, but it is precisely because we are too polite and gentlemanly that we attract bandits from all over the world and have been bullied for nearly a hundred years."

"Hehe~" Mr. J laughed awkwardly, secretly cursing himself for being so mean.

"Mr. Wesley, this is all in the past. The sleeping lion of China has already awakened."

"Whether China wakes up or not is a big topic, I can't say for sure, but I'm definitely not a gentleman, I will definitely make up for the loss I suffered."

At this point, Du Weiguo suddenly put out the cigarette he had just taken a puff of, and changed the subject:
"Mr. J, shouldn't you, MI6, or even the British government, give me an explanation for this incident?"

Upon hearing this, although he was prepared, Mr. J still looked horrified and his heart instantly rose to his throat.

But he was an old fox who had experienced many battles after all. He quickly calmed himself down and spoke in a deep voice.

"Mr. Wesley, I have basically investigated this incident. It was a misunderstanding from the beginning to the end."

"Misunderstand?"

Du Weiguo narrowed his eyes, and even in the pitch-black environment, one could see the cold light flashing in his eyes.

Mr. J suddenly felt cold all over and couldn't help shivering, but his tone remained calm.

"Yes, it was indeed a misunderstanding. The root cause of this incident was a sudden bombardment."

He pointed in the direction of the snake's nest ruins.

"Mr. Wesley, the target of the shelling was not the safe house you were staying in at the time, but the snake den next door. However, the specific reason has not been found yet."

"The main shelling was probably from four 4mm naval guns. Because the distance was too close, the safe house was affected."

Having said that, Mr. J stopped smoking and took a puff of his cigarette. In the dim light from the cigarette butt, he quickly glanced at Du Weiguo's face.

Seeing that he did not lose his temper, he continued:

"Of course, we also bear an unshirkable responsibility in this incident."

"After all, the safe house was provided by us, and you came to Casablanca this time to rescue Deputy Minister Reina of our Sixth Bureau."

"Mr. Wesley, we are close partners. If something like this happens, we will definitely give you full compensation."

"Hahaha~"

After hearing what he said, Du Weiguo couldn't help but burst into laughter.

After laughing for a long time, he slowly stopped and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. His tone suddenly became as sharp as a knife:

"Mr. J, do you take me for an idiot?"

Without giving him any room to answer, Du Weiguo continued to ask questions like a string of bullets:
"You said this was a misunderstanding? You said the incident was caused by the bombardment? Mr. J, you are indeed a political veteran. You are so good at avoiding the main point."

"If you guys in the Sixth Division hadn't had evil intentions and given up on the excavation and rescue operations, and even announced to the world that I was captured alive, would there have been any follow-up events?"

"Tianzhu has started a full-scale war with our group of evil spirits. Hong Kong Island and Guyana are in chaos. Even the United States and the Soviet Union almost started a war. World War III almost broke out!"

Having said this, Du Weiguo suddenly stood up.

In the darkness, Mr. J felt as if a mountain was rushing towards him, and the horrible feeling of oppression almost tore him apart in an instant.

"By the way, you Englishmen also sent troops to surround my wife's residence. The cannons and tanks were all loaded with bullets."

"After all this trouble, you're telling me now that this is all a misunderstanding? What kind of bullshit compensation are you giving me?"

Patting Mr. J on the shoulder, Du Weiguo said word by word:

"Spreading rumors can kill people, and spreading rumors about me can kill many people. Mr. J, I don't want your compensation. I'd better seek justice myself."

"Mr. Wesley, please wait a moment!" After saying that, Du Weiguo turned around and was about to leave, but was held back by Mr. J.

He knew in his heart that Du Weiguo was not just talking big or making harsh remarks. If he said many people would die, he would definitely do what he said.

If he is allowed to walk out of the tent now, a bloody storm will surely break out in the three isles of England before long.

Even the recent tragedy committed by the evil spirits in New Delhi may be repeated in London.

The inner treasury was burned to ashes, and the bones of the nobles were trampled on the streets!
Du Weiguo, carrying a bloodstained floating knife and a group of killers, walked into Buckingham Palace and 10 Downing Street with a grin on his face.

Thinking of this scene, Mr. J's whole body was soaked with sweat. His face was pale, even his lips were white, and he said in an almost pleading tone:

"Mr. Wesley, let's talk about this. If you have any requests, feel free to ask. As long as they are reasonable, I will do my best to meet them."

It should be said or not, until this moment, Mr. J still remains sober and rational enough, and his words are flawless.

He was also very smart. He did not continue to defend himself or put the blame on Harper, because he knew that it would be useless and would only further anger Du Weiguo.

Du Weiguo's mouth curled up: "Can I ask for anything?" (End of this chapter)