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

It was two o'clock in the morning. The night was as dark as water and the whole world seemed to be plunged into deathly silence.

In the southwest corner of Kaohsiung City, at the foot of Shoushan Mountain, at the outermost edge of the Zuoying base, there is a gray, inconspicuous waste recycling factory.

Whether in China or abroad, there is one or several waste recycling stations around almost all large military bases. Like parasites, a complete industrial chain has long been formed.

By the way, what is the most common and valuable waste in the army?
The answer is of course bullet shells, including pistol shells, rifle shells, and various artillery shells, and these scrap recycling factories specialize in picking up bullet shells.

Don't ever think that this is a small business. They collect the shells at the price of scrap copper and iron, send them to the arsenal for reloading, and then sell them back at the price of bullets and shells.

A single transaction makes a ton of gold, which is even more profitable than building a house.

However, not everyone can do this gray business, and ordinary people have never even heard of it. The bosses behind the factories are mostly well-connected and extravagant people.

"puff!"

Suddenly, a faint sound was heard near the factory wall. Although it was so soft that it was barely noticeable, it broke the silence of the night.

"Bang~"

About a second later, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground brought the entire factory to life.

Almost immediately, several sturdy figures jumped out from the second-floor main building of the factory. Each of them was holding a silenced pistol with a high-powered flashlight installed at the bottom of the holster.

The dazzling white beam of light instantly shattered the dark night.

These people are obviously well-trained elite soldiers. They are extremely skilled in tactical movements and have perfect coordination.

"Damn it, Zhou Chaohui is really willing to do this. He actually recruited so many top-level soldiers to do private work for him."

This recycling factory is naturally Zhou Chaohui's white glove.

Of course, this factory does not expect to make a living by recycling bullet casings; it is just a cover-up.

The factory employs dozens of capable and hard-working men, all of whom are top fighters who have retired from the army or have been forced to retire.

They are usually ordinary workers, and occasionally they will undertake some commissions as mercenaries or killers. At critical moments, they will transform into scavengers and do some dirty work for Zhou Chaohui that cannot be seen in the light.

For example, it was they who went to Tainan to capture Azhi this time. They also made an indispensable contribution to Zhou Chaohui's ability to sit firmly in the top position of Zuoying Base for so many years.

In fact, this is nothing surprising. Almost every powerful person has such a secret power under his command.

It’s just that Zhou Chaohui, as the commander of Zuoying base, has the advantage of being close to the enemy and can put together such a strong lineup.

However, even a big shot like him who was once so powerful and could call the shots has now been defeated.

If you are shot in the middle of your eyebrows, even gods cannot save you.

What’s even more tragic is that up to now, Zhou Chaohui has been dead for several hours, but his body has still not been found.

There were a lot of family members and servants in his luxurious and spacious villa, but no one even went to the study to check and ask questions.

"Puff puff~"

Almost at the moment when these men rushed out of the factory gate, rapid, low, and violent gunshots suddenly rang out.

Recently, Du Weiguo has become increasingly fond of using the short and powerful Uzi submachine gun.

This thing is not much bigger than a pistol, but it has an extremely high rate of fire and a fast firing rate. The key is that it can be equipped with an extra-large drum magazine with up to 100 rounds, which can provide extremely terrifying sustained attack power.

With Du Weiguo's eyesight and accuracy, and with both weapons wielding, 200 rounds of bullets are enough to wipe out an entire reinforced company if he wants to.

Look, under his miraculous marksmanship, the men who were hit first had no time to react and were shot and fell down almost at the same time.

"boom!"

At this moment, on the narrow wall, Du Weiguo suddenly did an incredible roll on the spot and narrowly avoided a 7.62mm steel core armor-piercing bullet.

The place where he originally lived had a hole as big as a bowl made by a bullet in the concrete wall.

The other side has a sniper, and his marksmanship is quite good. It is not easy to shoot so accurately at night.

The men in the factory were indeed elite warriors who were willing to fight to the death. When Du Weiguo's firepower only paused slightly, they immediately found an opportunity to counterattack.

"Clap clap~"

The guns these guys are equipped with are all M1911s equipped with silencers. They are extremely powerful and can shoot quickly and accurately.

With just a few pistols, they created the feeling of an army of thousands. The crossfire formed in an instant made even Du Weiguo look miserable.

The moment he rolled into the back of a metal cargo box, Du Weiguo felt a sudden numbness on his back. Obviously, he was shot.

"Damn it! I was careless and ended up capsizing in a ditch."

He squeezed his back hard and felt that the bullet had been squeezed out by the muscles. He cursed in annoyance.

Come to think of it, Du Weiguo has indeed been a little too arrogant recently and has lost his original caution.

He himself was a little confused as to when it all started. It was probably after the three big pineapples wiped out the main force of the Viper Cult, and then he began to become more and more arrogant.

For example, during the night raid on the scrap factory, he did not conduct any prior reconnaissance, but just rushed in recklessly, and ended up getting beaten to a pulp.

In fact, Du Weiguo is not in a lonely and invincible state now, but he is confused and seems to be content with the status quo and wants to give up.

Recently, he has felt the existence of a bottleneck more and more clearly. His ability has approached the limit and can no longer be improved.

The opportunity for a breakthrough may only be in the vast galaxy. I wonder where that “big spider spirit” Lilith is now?

"Bang, bang, bang!" Sparks flew from the edge of the iron cargo box, interrupting Du Weiguo's chaotic thoughts.

The rhythm of the gunfire was very strong, not hurried, about two shots per second, but it was continuous, it was simply textbook level fire suppression.

These experts in the factory have rich practical experience. Even though a large number of their companions were knocked down in an instant, they were not affected at all.

Calm and composed to the point of being numb, this is a trait unique to veterans of many battles.

They assigned three people to take turns to suppress the fire, and the remaining dozen people were quickly and tacitly divided into three teams, two teams to encircle the enemy on the left and right, and one team to go around the back.

"Alas~ It's a pity for these good players."

Du Weiguo sighed softly, and just as he finished speaking, he suddenly tore off his cloak and windbreaker, and then threw it hard to the side of the cargo box.

"Clap clap~"

This tactic of making a feint to the east and attacking in the west is not new at all, but it works every time. In an instant, almost all the firepower was attracted to the windbreaker.

At the same time, Du Weiguo leaned out from the other side of the cargo box, and the two Uzis in his hands spewed out fire snakes at the same time.

"Woooooo~"

The theoretical rate of fire of the Uzi is 1500 rounds per minute, which is equivalent to 25 rounds per second.

Two Uzis, when firing at full speed, can fire 50 bullets in just one second. With Du Weiguo's terrifying marksmanship, it is impossible for every bullet to miss the target.

The result was that everyone in the yard was slaughtered in an instant.

"Ding~"

In addition, a tiny spark shone in the air, and a steel core armor-piercing bullet was stopped. This was also the sniper's last chance to shoot. When the bullet was stopped, his forehead was also pierced.

The effective range of the Uzi submachine gun is 150 meters. So, when Du Weiguo gets serious, the area within this radius is his absolute territory.

Unfortunately, the sniper is in this area at the moment.

After getting rid of the sniper, Du Weiguo suddenly exerted force on his feet and ran towards the main building of the factory like lightning.

Azhi was imprisoned in the basement of the main building, and the last two remaining guards were approaching her at a rapid speed.

Whether they wanted to take Azhi hostage or kill him to silence him, Du Weiguo would not allow this to happen.

In the corridor leading to the basement, two men were running for their lives. The dim light made their expressions look as hideous as those of evil spirits.

The man running behind was obviously younger. He panted and asked:

"Meng, what's going on? How many ideas have come up? Why did I only hear two gunshots?"

"It was a gunshot. Only one person came."

The man called Lao Meng was a middle-aged one-eyed man. At this moment, he ran so fast that his eye patch fell off, and his dark red eye sockets were exposed.

"What? Alone?" The young man was so surprised that he staggered and almost fell.

"That's right, just one person." Lao Meng's voice trembled, and his one eye was full of fear.

"How is that possible? We have more than 20 guns. Which one of us is not a skilled fighter who crawled out of a pile of dead bodies? One person~~"

Lao Meng interrupted him angrily:

"How is it impossible? The person who came here is a top expert, probably a legendary person with special abilities. Many of them are just sending food away."

Lao Meng and his friends are specialized in doing dirty work. Of course, they are considered members of the dark world and they also know about the existence of people with special abilities.

It’s just that the number of people with special abilities is very small, and their level is too low, so I have only heard of them but never seen them.

"A person with special abilities? How did we get involved with such a person?" The young man's face turned pale.

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up!"

While the two were asking and answering each other, they had already run to the door of the basement. Lao Meng took out the key to unlock it, but the young man held it down.

"Meng, why are we going to the basement? The emergency exit isn't here."

Lao Meng shook his hand away and cursed angrily:

"Are you a jerk who's running away? There are still hostages in the basement. We must kill them! We can't leave any clues to the boss."

He cursed while rushing to unlock the door, but the young man's face changed completely. After being stunned for a moment, he turned around and ran away without saying a word.

He had just joined Zhou Chaohui's army not long ago and was forced to retire. His loyalty had not been improved, and he could not be fearless and brave. He cared more about his own life.

"What are you doing?" Old Meng instinctively wanted to reach out and pull him, but the moment he turned around, he was stunned.

At the end of the corridor, a tall figure appeared at some point. He was dressed in black, wearing a half-face mask, and his pair of cold eyes flashed with a captivating cold light.

Lao Meng's reaction was not slow. He was stunned for only a moment before he raised his gun and shot. However, it was too late.

The moment he raised the pistol, his chest suddenly felt numb and all his strength disappeared without a trace. He couldn't pull the trigger no matter what.

"Pah!" The young man was very smart. He threw the pistol to the ground and raised his hands:

"I, I'm not in the same group with them, I just got here~~"

"puff!"

But before he could finish his words, everything in front of his eyes suddenly went dark, and then his body fell backwards like a wooden stake.

"Sorry, I can't leave any of them alive." Du Weiguo said expressionlessly after putting away his gun.

Early in the morning, Yushan Mountain Range, southeast of Kaohsiung, more than 100 kilometers away from Xiewu Mountain.

This is already the hinterland of Yushan Mountain, and is sparsely populated. However, there is a small Taoist temple hidden in the deep mountains and forests, the Qingjing Temple.

The Taoist temple has been abandoned and no one is around. The weeds in the yard are half a person tall, but the overall structure is still intact. At least it has not collapsed and can still provide shelter from wind and rain.

When Ah Zhi woke up slowly, he found himself in a dusty room in a deserted place.

The sunlight sprinkled through the cracked roof, and the dust in the air seemed to have life. In the room, in addition to the smell of grass and trees, there was also a refreshing aroma of porridge.

In fact, she was awakened by this fragrance.

"First, sir?"

Azhi propped himself up from the cloud bed and saw Du Weiguo cooking porridge. He was immediately surprised and happy, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

"Ah Zhi, you're awake. I'm sorry for making you suffer."

Du Weiguo turned around and gave her a sunny smile, his voice as gentle as a spring breeze.

"I, I'm fine, sir, is it really you?" Azhi quickly shook his head, but tears dripped down his face.

She was not injured or suffered any harm. Since being captured, she had been injected with anesthetics, in a coma, and locked in the basement, and she didn't even know where she was.

The men in the scrap factory were military men after all, so they still have some bottom line.

"Of course it was me. It's all right now. Everything is over. Ah Zhi, are you feeling unwell anywhere else?"

Du Weiguo took two steps forward to her, reached out to wipe away her tears, and spoke softly.

"No, I'm not feeling uncomfortable." Azhi anxiously pressed Du Weiguo's big hand on her face. Only at this moment did she feel the reality.

Du Weiguo caressed her smooth cheek lovingly:

"That's good, Ah Zhi, you must be hungry, the meat porridge will be ready soon, you can try my cooking again."

Ah Zhi glanced at the broken pottery jar on the fire in the open space not far away, looked around, and asked curiously:
"Sir, how long have I been unconscious? Did you rescue me? Where is this?"

Du Weiguo raised his hand and looked at his watch: "You have been unconscious for almost 19 hours. This is an abandoned Taoist temple in the heart of Yushan."

"Yushan?"

Azhi was surprised to hear this answer, but she immediately thought of another more serious problem.

"Sir, are those people who took me away before also your enemies? Are they very powerful? Will we never be able to show up again in the future?"

Du Weiguo was in a playful mood and nodded with a gloomy look:

"Yes, Ah Zhi, they are very powerful. I'm afraid we will have to hide in the mountains and forests in the future. Are you willing to live in seclusion with me?"

"I am willing!"

Without even a second's hesitation, Ah Zhi answered without hesitation. (End of this chapter)