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

Liao Tingju is a general after all. Even though he is a general from Taiwan Island and is very powerful, his psychological quality is by no means comparable to ordinary people.

In just a moment, he finished weighing the pros and cons, spread his hands on the table, and said in a deep voice:
"Okay, just ask."

"Hey, wise choice, I just like talking to smarter people."

Du Weiguo gave him a thumbs up, then took two steps forward, pulled out a chair, and sat down opposite him.

"Clang~" He threw the gun casually on the table.

Liao Tingju's eyes were inevitably attracted by the pistol that was so close to him, but they were moved away for only a moment.

He didn't dare bet that he was faster than this mysterious masked man, nor could he afford to bet because the stakes were his life.

This is a common problem among civilian staff officers: they are good at planning but lack courage.

In the corner of the desk stood an exquisite pine humidor filled with Partagas cigars, with an exquisite gold-plated lighter next to it.

Du Weiguo unceremoniously took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, lit it, then naturally put the lighter into his pocket and slowly exhaled the smoke.

"First question, do you know Gu Chaoxian?"

"Gu Chaoxian?"

Hearing this name, Liao Tingju's eyes fixed and his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was indexing this name in his mind.

"I seem to have heard it, but I can't remember it at the moment."

Du Weiguo was generally satisfied with his cooperative attitude and reminded him:

"Gu Chaoxian came from the Military Intelligence Bureau. Later, he offended someone and was demoted to Taitung. He became a local councilor and concurrently served as the chief of the Taitung Police Station."

"Oh~" Liao Tingju suddenly realized, "So it's him, Gu Manba. I remember now."

"Gu Mamba? Are you sure we are talking about one person?"

Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows. He felt a little curious about this nickname which had a strong labeling nature.

"Sure, that's right." Liao Tingju nodded, his tone firm:
"More than a decade ago, Gu Chaoxian was the top figure in the Third Department of the Military Intelligence Bureau (the Ministry of Internal Affairs). He was known as the Mamba Snake because of his vicious and cruel behavior.

At that time, he was very famous and investigated many people, but later he became too arrogant and ended up offending Chiang.

"Very good, Chief of Staff Liao, thank you for your cooperation."

Du Weiguo interrupted, saying that he was not interested in a dead person's past (mainly because he was not allowed to write about it).

"Let's move on to the second question. As far as you know, who in Zuoying Base has a close relationship with Gu Chaoxian? So close that he could take care of his affairs after his death."

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this question, Liao Tingju was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes began to flicker slightly.

Although his subtle expressions were obscure, they did not escape Du Weiguo's eyes. He tapped the table lightly with his fingers and said in a cold voice.

"A son of a wealthy family should not sit in a low-ranking position. General Liao, it is not easy for you to climb to the high position you are today. It is best not to be impulsive and do something that you will regret.

Please think carefully before answering my questions. In addition, I will not just listen to your one-sided statement, I will also seek confirmation from other people. "

After a pause, Du Weiguo pointed out the window with his cigar and said jokingly:

"This General's compound at your Zuoying base may be a dangerous place for others, but it is just like that to me."

"I can come visit you anytime I want."

General's Compound is the nickname given to this villa area by outsiders, but it is actually quite descriptive. To be qualified to live here, one must at least be a colonel.

There is no rank of colonel in Taiwan, so colonel is only one step away from general.

As for the General's Compound, just by hearing the name you can tell that the security here must be very strict, with a guard post every three steps, a sentry every five steps, and patrol teams constantly conducting cross-checks.

To be honest, this is the safest place in Kaohsiung and even in the entire Taiwan Island.

But Du Weiguo is a cheater. He is not bragging. Even without teleportation, he can come and go as he pleases just by relying on his body skills.

Liao Tingju's face changed from blue to white. After half a minute, he sighed softly:
"As far as I know, Zhou Chaohui and Gu Chaoxian were superiors and subordinates during the Anti-Japanese War. The two had a close relationship and had experienced life and death many times."

"Zhou Chaohui? What position does he hold in Zuoying base?" Du Weiguo's eyes lit up.

Liao Tingju swallowed subconsciously. His voice was a little hoarse because of nervousness:

"Zhou Chaohui is the commander-in-chief of Zuoying Base, an admiral."

The top boss of Zuoying Base and Liao Tingju's immediate superior, is absolutely as important as the sky to him.

But to Du Weiguo, it was nothing. He was just an admiral of the Taiwan Island. Even if he was a general of Citibank, he could kill him at will.

"This Zhou Chaohui, does he also live in the General's Compound?"

"What do you want to do? Don't do anything rash!" Realizing Du Weiguo's plan, Liao Tingju stood up in horror.

If anything happens to Zhou Chaohui and it is later discovered that the incident is related to him, his fate will be more miserable than death, and it will also bring disaster to his descendants.

"Snapped!"

Without seeing clearly how Du Weiguo made his move, Liao Tingju only felt that his vision suddenly went dark and his cheek went numb.

When he regained consciousness, he had fallen back into the chair, his head was buzzing and half of his face was numb.

"Damn it, you're shameless, aren't you?"

Du Weiguo scolded coldly, his pair of dark eyes flashing with cold light. Liao Tingju instantly felt his hair stand on end, as if the god of death was strangling his neck.

In an instant, the fatal threat made him forget all his calculations, and he stammered:
"Commander Zhou, Commander Zhou lives in~~"

The layout of the entire general's compound is an irregular plum blossom shape, and the class is clearly reflected. The higher the position, the closer to the center, and the more luxurious the house.

Of course, the guards are also tighter.

As the leader of the Zuoying base, Zhou Chaohui's residence is naturally located in the center of the entire villa area, a three-story villa with a front yard, backyard, swimming pool and garden.

There are sentries at the front and back doors of the villa, secret sentries in the woods outside, and patrols with dogs nearby, passing by every 3 minutes.

Zhou Chaohui's family has far more people than Liao Tingju's. In addition to him and his wife, there is a son and a daughter, two servants and a driver.

At this time, it was already late at night, but the whole family did not rest.

Their family has a separate movie room. Their handsome son, who is about 20 years old, is leaning on the sofa, sipping whiskey and watching a movie.

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly in English without subtitles.

My daughter, who should still be in high school, was curled up in bed, concentrating on reading a purely Japanese novel, "Snow Country" by Yasunari Kawabata.

She looked tearful and seemed to be a sentimental, artistic young woman.

The hostess of the villa was a beautiful woman in her thirties with a plump figure. Judging from her age and appearance, she was definitely not the original wife.

At this moment, she was taking a bubble bath, and her skin looked even smoother and her face was as rosy as a peach, making people want to take a bite of it. In the study room on the third floor, the door was locked, and Zhou Chaohui was talking on the phone with someone.

Judging from his face, he should be around 60 years old. There are deep wrinkles between his eyebrows and at the corners of his eyes, and most of his hair is white.

However, his back was straight, his voice was loud, his eyes were particularly sharp, and his eyes were gleaming with brilliance. It was obvious at first glance that he was a military officer.

"Tsk, tsk, what a happy family."

On a big tree a few hundred meters away, Du Weiguo curled his lips in disdain and muttered to himself jokingly.

The family seemed to be living a peaceful life, but under his sharp eyes, their true colors were revealed.

There was a secret compartment in the lighter in my son's trouser pocket, which was filled with fine white powder. It was obvious that this guy was a drug addict.

There was a locked small iron box under my daughter's bed. Inside it were more than a dozen cat tails. The blood stains on the top few were not even dry yet.

In the bathtub, in the mist and hidden under the bubbles, the hostess's fingers were shaking rapidly and her face was flushed like a sick person.

What’s even more interesting is that in the Mercedes-Benz sedan in the backyard garage, the driver was making love with a young nanny.

"Damn, they are really a bunch of monsters, aren't they?"

Du Weiguo withdrew his gaze and his figure suddenly disappeared.

The study door in Zhou Chaohui's house is made of thick solid wood, with sound insulation cotton layers inside and outside. The door lock is also an explosion-proof steel core hidden lock. When locked, it is difficult to break through with human power.

"puff!"

Zhou Chaohui, who was on the phone, suddenly heard a slight strange noise and seemed to vaguely see a dark light flash at the door.

The next second, the study door that seemed indestructible was pushed open silently, and a tall masked man walked in slowly.

The masked man closed the door with his heel, holding the silenced pistol, and raised a finger in front of his mask with his free hand in a shushing gesture.

"If you don't want your children or family members to have accidents, don't do stupid things."

Du Weiguo controlled the volume just right, allowing Zhou Chaohui to hear it without it being transmitted into the receiver of the phone.

"Okay, let's do this for now. If anything happens, we can talk at any time."

Zhou Chaohui was much calmer than Liao Tingju. He said a calm closing remark into the microphone before hanging up the phone.

"Young man, do you know who I am? Do you know what you are doing?" His voice was low and full of coercion.

While speaking, he stared at Du Weiguo without blinking, his hawk-like eyes seemed to penetrate his soul.

"Heh~" Du Weiguo was amused by him and said jokingly:
"Of course I know what I'm doing, Admiral Zhou Chaohui."

Hearing Du Weiguo accurately call out his name and position, Zhou Chaohui's brows furrowed deeply.

After all, he was an old soldier who had crawled out of a pile of dead bodies. When a gun was pointed at him, he was not very scared. Instead, he felt more surprised.

He really couldn't imagine, with his current status and position, who would dare to treat him in such an extreme way?

In a split second, Zhou Chaohui suddenly thought of the most unlikely possibility, and he asked tentatively:
"Are you here for that little girl from Tainan?"

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo's eyes suddenly lit up, and he admitted it straightforwardly without hiding anything:

"Yes, I came here just for her. So, was she really taken away by someone you sent?"

Zhou Chaohui asked in return: "Where is Mr. Gu Chao? How is he now?"

"Dead." Du Weiguo replied without hesitation.

"What? He's dead?"

Zhou Chaohui instantly became furious, veins bulged on his forehead, and a compelling aura suddenly emanated from his body. As expected of a veteran who had experienced many battles, he had already developed a murderous aura.

However, Du Weiguo remained calm: "Yes, he is dead."

"You did it?" At this moment, Zhou Chaohui was like a mad beast, his eyes were bloodshot, as if he was going to choose someone to eat.

"No." Du Weiguo shook his head:
"He was killed by two of his own men who betrayed him. One was called Xiao Guan, and the other was Fatty Zhou."

Zhou Chaohui was obviously stunned for a moment, then he squeezed out word by word from between his teeth:
"Xiao Guan, Fatty Zhou, do you think I will believe what you say? Why did they betray us? How dare they betray us?"

"Heh~" Du Weiguo sneered.

"Why else? Money is the key. For a few hundred tons of gold, even if my own father came, I would kill him without hesitation."

When he heard about hundreds of tons of gold, Zhou Chaohui's eyes fluctuated noticeably and his expression eased a little.

Du Weiguo guessed correctly. The person who set his sights on the treasure of the Musashi was not Gu Chaoxian, but Zhou Chaohui, the ultimate boss behind the scenes.

"Where are they now?"

However, Zhou Chaohui was obviously an old hand. He had great patience and didn't say a word about the treasure.

Du Weiguo's tone was very casual: "They are all dead too."

Zhou Chaohui asked, "Did you do it?"

"Yes, I did it." Du Weiguo nodded and admitted, then he changed the subject:
"Commander Zhou, I have answered enough of your questions. Now it's my turn to ask, where is that girl?"

Zhou Chaohui suddenly leaned back in his chair, his expression became calm, and he took a negotiating stance.

"Don't worry, young man. She is safe now. I just locked her up and didn't make things difficult for her."

Du Weiguo knew his intentions very well. This old silver coin must still be thinking about the treasure of the Musashi.

He made up a story: "The Japanese ship is still sunk in the sea, and no one has got the treasure."

Zhou Chaohui thought he had taken the lead in the negotiation at this moment, and asked in a pretentious tone:
"Young man, how can I believe what you say?"

"Puff!" What answered him was a burning bullet.

Zhou Chaohui's pupils trembled instantly. His eyes were stunned, confused, and dull. He lowered his head almost frame by frame, looking at the bullet hole in his shoulder.

"You, you dare to shoot me?"

Even at this moment, the shock overshadowed the pain. He couldn't believe that Du Weiguo dared to shoot him.

You have to know that he is a general, the commander of the Zuoying base, a high-ranking official with connections to the top. If he stomps his feet, the entire Wan Island will tremble.

"You have so many chicken feathers?"

Du Weiguo took two steps forward, walked around the desk, roughly put the muzzle of the gun to his forehead, and said coldly.

"When you were alive, you were the high and mighty Commander Zhou. If you were dead, who do you think would still care about helping you get revenge?

If you know what's good for you, tell me where that girl is right now. Otherwise, I promise that this day next year will be the anniversary of your whole family's death!" (End of this chapter)