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

As the sun sets, the vast sea surface is dyed blood red, which is both strange and magnificent.

The Delfino yacht, which was originally huge, now looks particularly small. From a distance, it looks like a dead leaf drifting with the waves.

Bottom hold, staircase.

Xiao Guan and Lao Zhu stood opposite each other, with Fatty Zhou, who looked like a dead dog, and a cabin door between them.

"Old Zhu, do you really think I'm a fool? This door can't be closed!"

Xiao Guan pressed his hands hard against the door. He was so angry that veins popped out on the back of his hands and his eyes were blazing with fire.

This door is the only passage connecting the bottom cabin and the middle cabin. It is made of walnut wood three fingers thick and has steel bars embedded on the four sides. It is no less durable than an iron door.

Once it is closed and locked by someone from the outside, the people in the lower cabin will be trapped.

"Xiao Guan, you are definitely not a fool, but I am not a fool either. If this door is not closed, how dare I let go?"

One of his eyes was poked out, but he has managed to hold on until now. Old Zhu is already at the end of his strength, and even his voice sounds weak.

In fact, Xiaoguan had broken several ribs and his liver was injured. He felt extremely uncomfortable at the moment and wanted to end the confrontation as soon as possible.

Swallowing hard, suppressing the blood that had already surged up his throat, Xiao Guan said in a hoarse voice:
"Well, Lao Zhu, let's both take a step back. You take Lao Zhou to the cockpit and lock the door. This way, at least our lives will be protected."

"Wait, if the stuff is really fished out, I'll give you 20 percent, how about that? That's sincere enough, right? Old Zhu, can you please give me a straight answer?"

At this moment, the effect of adrenaline was gradually fading, and Old Zhu felt more and more dizzy, his limbs became weak, and his brain became dull.

Even my eyes don’t hurt that much anymore. This is nerve paralysis caused by excessive blood loss.

Xiaoguan's proposal is definitely a delaying tactic, but it is indeed the best solution at the moment. At least it can give him some breathing space temporarily. He can't hold on any longer.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Old Zhu nodded slightly:

"Deal! But you can't leave the bottom cabin before I enter the cockpit, otherwise~~"

"No problem. I promise I will never leave the cabin."

Xiao Guan interrupted directly, and while speaking, he took two steps back on his own initiative, creating a relatively safe distance.

Old Zhu dragged Fatty Zhou back a dozen steps in doubt, and when he saw that Xiaoguan and the others did not follow him, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, Fatty Zhou is also a real loser.

At this moment, Old Zhu didn't have much strength left, and he couldn't strangle him by the neck at all, but his hands were still there.

With Fatty Zhou's huge physique, he could have knocked Old Zhu down with just a push, but Old Zhu was so frightened that he didn't dare to resist at all.

It was already far enough away from the entrance to the bottom cabin, but Lao Zhu still remained cautious instinctively, always moving backwards and moving forward with difficulty.

However, just as he was about to turn into the middle cabin corridor, an extremely blurry shadow suddenly appeared in his sight.

This shadow seemed to appear out of thin air, because just a second ago, he glanced at the entire corridor out of the corner of his eye, and he was absolutely sure that there was absolutely no one there.

Not only did the phantom appear suddenly, but it also appeared incredibly fast.

The next moment, Old Zhu's eyes went dark, and he fainted with a lot of questions in his mind. He and Fatty Zhou also fell heavily to the ground.

As he was about to die, he seemed to hear a burst of rapid gunfire.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa~"

At the door of the bottom cabin, Du Weiguo was like a destroyer possessed, holding a drum-loaded Uzi in each hand. The dense storm of bullets tore apart all the flesh and blood that stood in his way.

Xiaoguan was the first to be hit and was beaten into a sieve in an instant, and his dream of getting rich came to an abrupt end.

No matter how high a person's kung fu skills are, he cannot withstand a mere bullet, let alone a rain of bullets created by the evil spirit himself.

In just a few seconds, the bottom cabin became a river of blood, and there was no one left alive.

"Click, click~" Du Weiguo walked slowly up the blood-stained steps with an expressionless face.

"Tsk, what a waste of this good ship. It's all bloody and full of bullet holes. I'm afraid it can't be used anymore."

While he was slowly changing the drum magazine, he looked around and complained regretfully.

A moment later, when it was completely dark, the wind blew on the sea and an inflatable boat appeared next to the yacht.

Old Zhu, who had just been awakened by the cold wind, found himself lying alone on the lifeboat. His injured eye had been simply bandaged and was no longer bleeding.

"Bang~" A package was suddenly thrown down from the yacht and hit him exactly in front of him.

"There are compressed biscuits, fresh water, morphine, aspirin, and a compass in it. My friend, I have done my best. Whether you can survive in the end depends on your luck."

A lazy male voice came from above the side of the ship.

Due to the angle and visibility, Lao Zhu couldn't see his appearance clearly, but he recognized Du Weiguo's voice and looked very surprised.

"So it's you? Who are you?"

In the minds of Lao Zhu, Xiao Guan and others, they did not completely ignore Du Weiguo, but they only regarded him as a powerful tool.

He's just a frogman. He might be okay at diving, but his combat capability is not good enough and he can't influence the overall situation at all.

"I was sent from the north." Du Weiguo said without thinking.

"Ha~"

Upon hearing this, Old Zhu was stunned at first, then he smiled, with a look of relief on his face:

"I see. It seems that the north has been eyeing this treasure for a long time."

"Alas, the boss is ridiculous. He has planned everything and still thinks he has everything under control. He can take all the money without anyone noticing."

Wow, you have quite a good imagination. The north is in chaos now, so how can we have time to care about treasure?
Du Weiguo pursed his lips but said nothing, which was considered as tacit agreement with his guess.

After laughing for a while, as if he suddenly thought of something, Lao Zhu asked anxiously, "Where are the others on the boat?"

"Don't worry, as you wish, they are all dead." Du Weiguo said in a light tone.

He could see that Old Zhu had never thought about continuing to live at that time.

He planned to kill Fatty Zhou first after reaching the cockpit, and then find a way to destroy the ship and take everyone to hell.

"Hahaha!" After being stunned for a few seconds, Old Zhu suddenly burst into laughter.

"Good! Good death! It feels so good. As expected of someone coming from the north, you have a strong murderous instinct!"

Old Zhu laughed until he was exhausted, then he stopped and clasped his fists towards Du Weiguo.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome. Please leave as soon as possible. I want to sail as well."

Du Weiguo waved his hand disinterestedly.

"Keep rowing northwest. If everything goes well, we'll probably reach Taitung tomorrow afternoon. I'm only blind in one eye, but it won't affect my food and drink. I'll live a good life."

"Okay." Old Zhu's one eye became moist and he choked with sobs as he replied.

He had a pretty carefree personality. He wiped his eyes vigorously, said no more nonsense, and rowed away with all his might.

"Alas, I'm still not cruel enough. I'm probably incurable for my soft-heartedness."

Watching the rubber boat gradually go away, Du Weiguo sighed a little bleakly. In fact, from his point of view, directly silencing Lao Zhu was the most correct choice. After all, the fewer people who knew about the salvage of the Musashi, the better.

Money can move people's hearts, but making a fortune quietly is the right way to go.

However, Du Weiguo has always highly respected the quality of loyalty. He can never bear to be cruel to such people and often turns a blind eye to them.

"Forget it. If there are too many lice, I'm not afraid of them biting me. I'll do whatever I want!"

Du Weiguo flicked the cigarette butt, retracted his gaze, suppressed his chaotic thoughts, turned around and walked away quickly.

"Damn, have you had enough of eavesdropping?"

In the cockpit, Du Weiguo kicked Fatty Zhou on the butt, showing his fierce look, and angrily scolded:

"Okay, stop pretending to be dead and start the boat! If you can't find the wreck of the Musashi tonight, I'll skin you alive."

"Okay, okay, no problem."

Fatty Zhou quickly clasped his hands together and looked like he was begging for mercy.

He looked very miserable at the moment, with a thick bandage wrapped around his neck, which was stained with blood, one leg was dragging, and his pants were stained with blood.

Du Weiguo's interrogation techniques have now become more sophisticated. He just stabbed Fatty Zhou in the thigh four times and he was completely convinced.

If possible, he doesn't want to choose such a simple and crude way, and wants to try the technical or acting approach.

Unfortunately, the plan did not change quickly enough. The infighting among these people was too fierce. If he did not intervene, Fatty Zhou would be dead.

"Is the direction correct? Didn't you say the shipwreck was near Lanyu Island? Where are you heading now?"

At 2 o'clock in the morning, the sea was as silent as a tomb. Du Weiguo suddenly slapped Fatty Zhou on the shoulder and asked coldly.

Fatty Zhou, who was concentrating on driving the boat, was almost scared to death by this, and stammered back:

"No, that's right."

"We are heading due south now. The Musashi is sunk between Lanyu Island and Ibayat Island. I have been there more than a dozen times before, so I can't be wrong."

Du Weiguo didn't believe a word of what the fat guy said. He glanced at the dashboard, suddenly exerted more force on his hand, and said coldly:

"You dare to fool me? Fatty, are you tired of living?"

"Uh~"

The fat guy felt his shoulders were broken instantly, and he knelt on the ground, begging with tears streaming down his face:

"It hurts, it hurts, Boss, how dare I fool you?"

"Gan~" Du Weiguo sneered and kicked him down.

"Fatty, do you think I'm stupid?"

"It's cloudy tonight, and we can't see the stars or the moon. So you think a country bumpkin like me can't understand a sextant? Damn, we are clearly sailing southeast now."

Sitting on the dashboard, Du Weiguo took out a cigarette case and lit a cigarette, glanced at him with a smile, and said jokingly:
"Let me think, what's in the southeast? Reefs or sea nests? Boss Zhou, you're really cruel. What? Do you want to die with me?"

"That's right! I want to drag you to death with me!"

Being hit in the heart, Fatty Zhou's pupils trembled violently, and he simply stopped pretending. His fat face instantly became ferocious, and his pair of small eyes looked at Du Weiguo with resentment.

"No one can covet our Zhou family's treasure! Gu Chaoxian can't do it, and neither can you. I would rather the Musashi sink in the sea and rot forever than let anyone else get it!"

He roared at the top of his lungs, waving his hands around, his eyes bloodshot.

"Tsk, tsk~" Du Weiguo smacked his lips. He was a little confused about this fat guy.

You say he has guts, right? He was beaten to a pulp by Old Zhu just now, but you say he is a coward, right? Facing Du Weiguo, he can muster the courage to fight to the death.

The root cause may be that because two generations have been forbearing and planning for decades, the treasure of the Musashi has long become his obsession and inner demon.

Fatty Zhou also threw all his strength into the fight, cursing more and more frantically:

"Come on, come on, damn it, you little bastard, aren't you very cruel? Kill me right now!"

"Hey~"

Du Weiguo's mouth curled up into a cruel arc. He exhaled smoke, shook his head meaningfully, and said faintly:

"Fatty, I promise you will regret this."

Deep-rooted obsession vs. cruel torture, who will win? To be honest, Du Weiguo is also very curious about this topic.

Since his debut, he has killed countless people, but he has never met anyone who can withstand torture.

"Ah~ah~"

The next moment, the yacht stalled and waves of shrill wails that could not be described in words continued to be heard from the cabin.

At dawn, when the sky was already bright, we were 35 nautical miles due south of Lanyu Island.

"Splash~" The sea surface suddenly parted, and Du Weiguo jumped out from the waves like a patrolling sea yaksha.

At the same time, the Jiuyou Lock accurately hooked the side of the ship. He used the force to shake his wrist and instantly flew into the air and landed steadily on the deck.

"Heh~heh~"

Fatty Zhou, who was no longer in human form, leaned against the bulkhead like mud. He raised his head with difficulty and let out two unpleasant sneers from his throat.

"Fatty, what are you laughing at?" Du Weiguo walked up to him with wet eyes.

"Even if you find the place, what does it matter? You, you can't even take a piece of gold with you."

Fatty Zhou's eyes were filled with an unquenchable hatred, and black blood kept oozing from the corners of his mouth as he spoke.

"Oh? What do you say?"

Du Weiguo shook off the water stains on his hair and slowly squatted in front of him. He seemed to be in a good mood at the moment, and he couldn't hide the smile between his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes.

"No, no one is cooperating. Can you salvage anything? Besides, this ship is out of fuel. Can you swim back with the gold?"

I don’t know what strength supported him, but Fatty Zhou, who was obviously exhausted, actually spoke a long paragraph.

It must be admitted that the obsession of this fat guy was indeed terrifying. He endured the torture and took Du Weiguo on a long journey, visiting two fake locations and almost exhausting the fuel of the yacht.

Moreover, even if the diving equipment is complete, deep-sea salvage cannot be carried out if there is no cooperation on the ship.

Even if Du Weiguo was gifted and could really salvage the gold, the ship could not bear the weight of hundreds of tons, and he could not take it away.

According to Gu Chaoxian and his team's previous plan, once it is confirmed that the salvage operation can be carried out, a fishing boat will be sent to provide support.

"Clang!"

At this moment, a palm-long gold bar fell heavily on the deck in front of Fatty Zhou.

Against the backdrop of the morning sun, the gold bars reflected a dazzling light that was so bright that it was hard for people to open their eyes.

"This, this is impossible!"

After seeing the gold bars clearly, Fatty Zhou suddenly sat up as if by miracle, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets. (End of this chapter)