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

Pandora, the holder of the legendary box of disaster, is the code name given to Yang Caiyu by MI6.

I have to say, it's quite vivid.

If anything happens to her, it's hard to say how big a turmoil Du Weiguo will cause. In any case, there is a high probability that MI6 will be slaughtered from top to bottom.

Reina has had a bad time recently, and has been basically tied to injuries. She has been lying in bed for nearly half a year out of the year.

For example, this time, she almost died of exhaustion before Du Weiguo came down from the sky and rescued her from Marsal's hands.

As a result, before she could even catch her breath, she suffered another devastating disaster.

The sudden shelling in the Casablanca safe house broke four bones, displaced internal organs, and caused a concussion.

It's because Reina has a strong foundation and a good body. If an ordinary person were to go through this, he would have seen Jesus long ago.

This is the price you have to pay for getting close to Du Weiguo.

Reina struggled to sit up and read the investigation report in her hand at a glance. Her expression suddenly became solemn.

"Boss, have you found this columnist named Tia?"

"No." Mr. J shook his head bitterly.

"The other party's actions were extremely fast and their reactions were very sharp. Before we could confirm Lidya's address, she was silenced."

"Silenced? Are you sure?" Reina asked with a frown.

“I’m not sure.”

Mr. J took out his cigarette box and lit a cigarette, still the very affordable black box 555 cigarettes.

As for not being allowed to smoke in the ward, don't be naive. The rules are set for ordinary people. For privileged people like Mr. J, no one dares to stop him from burning paper in the hospital.

Slowly exhaling the smoke, Mr. J explained in a deep voice:
"Last night, an apartment building near the Regent Canal Wharf suddenly caught fire. According to the information we have gathered so far, columnist Tia lives there."

After a pause, he continued:

"But the apartment building burned so thoroughly that the entire building collapsed. There wasn't even a body left at the scene, so naturally, we couldn't identify Tia's body."

Upon hearing this, Reina's brows immediately twisted into a big knot, and water was about to squeeze out of it.

"How is this possible? Did the enemy openly use white phosphorus bombs in London?"

"Ha~" Mr. J smiled bitterly:

"That's not the case, but someone in that apartment building mixed illegal liquor and stockpiled a large amount of high-purity alcohol, at least several tons, so~"

Reina blurted out:

"It can't be such a coincidence! This must be a premeditated arson, a method designed long ago to destroy evidence."

"Yes, I thought so too. I am sending people to investigate the clue of bootleggers."

Mr. J nodded, pinched his nose wearily, and his tone became a little heavy:

"The problem now is that someone is trying to manipulate Pandora right under our noses, using methods that are suspected to be Chinese."

"Reina, what do you have to say about this?"

Reina's earliest job was as an intelligence investigator in the Hong Kong Office. She specialized in oriental culture, so it's not an exaggeration to say that she's an expert on China.

At the same time, she is Mr. J's most trusted confidant and the contact person designated by Du Weiguo to connect with him full-time.

That's why Mr. J rushed to the hospital to seek her advice.

Reina did not answer immediately, but picked up the investigation report again, read it carefully, and spoke after thinking for a long time:

"Boss, I personally think this is not the work of the Chinese."

"Oh?" Mr. J raised his eyebrows and said, "Tell me in detail."

"Ugh~" Reina was about to speak, but her wound was moved and she groaned in pain.

She covered the wound on her ribs and adjusted her sitting position with some difficulty. Mr. J tactfully picked up a pillow and placed it behind her back.

"Thank you, boss." Just with these few small movements, Reina's forehead was covered with sweat.

Mr. J waved his hand:

"Reina, I'm sorry. I should have let you rest. Oh, I forgot to tell you that Buckley and Harper have both been investigated."

"Oh?" Reina's eyes lit up: "What is the specific result?"

Speaking of this topic, Mr. J also showed a rare smile:
“Buckley is expected to be sentenced to more than 70 years in prison for multiple crimes including job-related crimes, embezzlement, bribery, incitement to murder, trafficking in intelligence, and misappropriation of state-owned assets.

However, he committed suicide during the investigation. As for Harper, the conservative estimate is 30 years, but I think she would not want to go to jail, and she would probably commit suicide. "

Buckley and Harper are both spy chiefs, especially Buckley, who is a senior figure in MI6 and knows countless secrets and dirty things.

People like them would never be jailed in their own country.

Suicide is the wisest and most honorable way to die. Otherwise, you will inevitably commit suicide.

"It's true that success makes you a king and failure makes you a bandit, and fortune and misfortune go hand in hand." Reina couldn't help but sigh and subconsciously used two idioms in Chinese.

"Rena, what did you say?" Mr. J didn't understand Chinese.

"Oh, nothing." Reina didn't dwell on the topic.

"Boss, congratulations. Now that Buckley has been dealt with, the bureau's work should be easier to carry out in the next few years."

"Hey~" Mr. J finally smiled after being touched in the heart:

"Congratulations, Reina. When you recover from your injury and are discharged from the hospital, you have to help me take over the business in North Africa as soon as possible."

This was a perfect way to share the cake, but Reina unexpectedly refused:

"No need, boss. My ability and energy are really limited. I have already done my best to maintain the basic market in Asia. You should leave the North African business to someone else."

"Reina, are you sure?" Mr. J was surprised.

"Sure." Reina answered calmly, but her eyes were extremely firm.

She was indeed sincere. Her personality was relatively Buddhist and her ambitions were not that strong. Besides, she was well aware of the fact that being too successful would frighten the ruler.

The area she is currently in charge of is Asia, which sounds like it is quite simple, but it is actually very large.

It includes Russia, China, Japan, Korea, India, Taiwan, Hong Kong, Southeast Asia, and the entire Middle East, covering the essence of half the world.

Another one is Nina, the current head of Guyana, who is also Reina’s confidant.

If the territory of North Africa is added, her power will be too great, surpassing that of the boss Mr. J.

"Reina, you~" Mr. J was still a little bit unbelievable, but Reina interrupted:

"Boss, let's get back to business. I think the people secretly controlling Pandora this time are not Chinese." "Reason?" Mr. J quickly returned to his state.

"The motive is wrong." Reina answered confidently:

"If the Chinese really want Wesley to help collect satellite technology, they can contact him directly through their connections in Hong Kong Island."

"The Chinese are always smart and good at studying psychology. They would never go to the trouble of provoking Pandora or deliberately angering Wesley."

"That makes sense." Mr. J nodded in agreement.

"But who else but the Chinese would do this? And use such a professional phonetic spelling method? Reina, can you do it?"

To the pure-blooded foreigners today, Chinese is no less than an alien language, and the phonetic spelling method is as difficult as advanced cryptography.

Reina glanced at the red-marked column in the report again, pondered for a moment, and shook her head honestly:
"No, Boss, I can't do that."

Mr. J bent his fingers and tapped the report:
"Yeah, even you can't do it. If it's not the Chinese who did it, I really can't think of anyone else who can do it."

"It wasn't done by the Chinese, but it doesn't mean that there weren't Chinese involved. Boss, we have to continue tracking down Tia."

Meanwhile, in Taitung, a villa at the foot of the mountain.

Du Weiguo, who passed the trial perfectly, received an almost imperial treatment. Gu Chaoxian went out to greet him in person and paid the promised 50 deposit in full.

Later, when Du Weiguo arrived at the door of the guest room, he saw two rows of more than a dozen beauties waiting to greet him in the spacious and luxurious room.

Each of them is a carefully selected Amis girl, the oldest of whom is no more than 20 years old. They are all plump and thin, and beautiful in different ways. The only thing they have in common is that they are all naked.

"Brother Haonan, come, come, take your pick, take your pick, you can choose as many as you want, I promise they are all original goods, if you like, it's no problem even if you keep all of them."

Gu Chaoxian put his arm around Du Weiguo's shoulders warmly, smiling from ear to ear. His attitude was obviously more sincere than in the afternoon.

Du Weiguo was able to retrieve an object as small as a lighter from the bottom of the sea a hundred meters deep in the time it took to smoke half a cigarette. This unique skill amazed him.

Gu Chaoxian even had the impulse not to silence Du Weiguo after the mission was accomplished, but to keep Du Weiguo to help him, after all, talents are rare.

"No need, Brother Chaoxian." Du Weiguo waved his hand and refused with a lack of interest.

Looking at the young and tender bodies of sheep in front of him, shivering and shrinking in fear, he really couldn't muster the slightest interest.

Du Weiguo is not a gentleman. His character and morality are completely unrelated. He is greedy, lustful and bloodthirsty.

However, he still had some bottom line left. At least he would not do anything like forcing someone to do something.

"Oh?" Gu Chaoxian was very surprised.

"Brother Haonan, do you look down on these ugly girls, or are you just devoted to your sister-in-law?"

"neither."

Du Weiguo shook his head and said nonsense:
"I haven't practiced for a long time, so my skills are a little rusty. When I went into the sea just now, I choked on my lungs. If I don't have a good rest tonight, I'm afraid I won't be able to work tomorrow."

"So that's it."

Upon hearing this, Gu Chaoxian's expression suddenly became serious. After all, Du Weiguo's physical condition was directly related to his huge wealth of more than ten billion.

"Get out, get out, get out now!"

He waved his hands rudely at the girls, then turned to Du Weiguo and boasted in a very heroic manner:

"Brother Haonan, you should have a good rest tonight. I'll keep these girls for you. If you need anything, just let me know.

Whether it's food or daily necessities, as long as it's on this earth, I promise I can find it for you."

Damn, he’s such a boaster, even I don’t dare to say that. Du Weiguo complained madly in his heart but didn’t show it on his face.

"Okay, Brother Chaoxian is so domineering, I will definitely do this job clearly."

A moment later, when Du Weiguo finally lay down on the bed, it was almost 3 a.m., and in a little while, it would be dawn.

"Damn it, are they trying to prevent thieves? They really think they can take advantage of me."

In the dark room, Du Weiguo had his eyes closed and was snoring loudly. He seemed to be fast asleep, but the corner of his mouth was raised in a meaningful arc.

At this moment, outside the guest room where he stayed, there was danger lurking everywhere.

In the jungle not far away, there were two groups of snipers hiding, and several of Citibank's latest models of military night vision binoculars were staring at him on the bed, monitoring his every move.

In the rooms on both sides of the villa, as well as in the living room, courtyard, parking lot, and outside the gate, there are armed guards hiding.

In addition, there were 4 sets of eavesdropping devices installed on the toilet ceiling, under the bed, in the cupboard, and under the floor of the room.

The most outrageous thing is that there are two Rottweilers lying in the corridor outside the door. Even if Du Weiguo farts, these two dogs will prick up their ears and listen for a long time. It is obvious that they are well-trained.

This kind of guarding is definitely 360 degrees without blind spots and is a hundred times stricter than prison.

With this situation, even if 007 comes, he can only stay quiet.

Although he was in a dangerous situation, Du Weiguo didn't care. He just waited until tomorrow to find out the exact location of the Musashi shipwreck. Then all these mountain cat beasts would die.

Du Weiguo closed his eyes and rested leisurely, and his thoughts began to gradually diverge.

"Tsk, this Gu Chaoxian is indeed a veteran spy from the Military Intelligence Bureau. He is really capable. Judging from his age, this guy might be of the same generation as Su Li."

"I wonder what the situation in Guyana is like? Has the North Sea Fleet of the Russian Bear taken the opportunity to block the Caribbean Sea passage? How can Citibank break the impasse?"

"When the situation is stable, I will show up again and go to Washington for a stroll. If I don't blackmail Citibank and the Illuminati into pissing themselves, it will be a clean slate for them."

At the same time, in a secret room in the basement of the villa, the smoke was filling the air. Gu Chaoxian was smoking a cigar while listening to reports from his men.

"Sir, the target must have fallen asleep. He has not moved for over 30 minutes, and the frequency of his snoring is changing naturally."

"Yeah." Gu Chaoxian nodded without commenting: "Xiao Guan, has the news from the north come back?"

In front of him, with his hands hanging down, stood a sturdy man like a cheetah. His eyes were shining with brilliance. He was Xiaoguan, Gu Chaoxian's confidant and also his trump card.

"No." Xiao Guan shook his head.

"Sir, the situation in the north is turbulent and complicated, and the wires we buried before are almost broken.

In addition, the target called himself Chen Haonan, which is most likely a pseudonym, and he may not be from the frogman unit, so there is no way to investigate. "

"Huh~" Two streams of white smoke came out of Gu Chaoxian's nostrils, and he said in a deep voice:
"I understand what you said, but I will always be worried and dare not take the last step rashly unless I find out the details of this guy."

A strange light flashed in Xiaoguan's eyes:

"Sir, I think you are worrying too much. We have been out to sea before. He is alone with hostages in our hands. What kind of trouble can he cause?
No matter how good he is at underwater skills, he can't be like a fish and never come ashore. Sir, if you are really worried, I will go out to sea with you tomorrow."

Gu Chaoxian pondered for a while, then suddenly slapped the table:
"Okay! I'll go out to sea myself tomorrow!"

(End of this chapter)