After a while, Wang Li and Lao Ge also led the team back one after another. The entire wood factory area had been searched, and except for these three people, there was no one else.
Du Weiguo immediately ordered that all the dilapidated tables and chairs in the canteen be dismantled, and a fire was lit on the spot in the canteen.
According to normal discipline, the people cannot be moved to make a living, but this place has been abandoned, and these broken tables, chairs and benches can only be regarded as ownerless things.
To be honest, even if these things are owned by the owner, Du Weiguo will not hesitate at all. If there are too many lice, he will not be afraid of biting them, just do as he likes!
At this moment, the brothers of Yama's team have been running through the snow for more than 10 hours in a snowstorm.
Late at night, low temperatures, and a raging snowstorm consume a lot of physical strength. Even an iron man can't stand it!
The brothers of the Hell Team, no matter how elite they are, have almost reached their limit. After all, they are all made of flesh and blood.
When passing by this wood factory, even if you don't meet these three guys, you must stop and rest, otherwise it will lead to non-combat attrition.
The fire was raised, and soon there was a hint of heat in the room. Du Weiguo asked everyone to take off their shoes, socks, cotton-padded clothes and hats, warm themselves by the fire, eat something, drink some hot water, and take a break.
The temporary marching rations of the Yama team are all tea-oil noodles made by Lao Niu, which are full of oil and salt, and dried meat. Grab some snow and put them in a kettle to boil.
Take a sip while it's hot, it will fill your stomach, warm your stomach and ward off the cold. Nowadays, it is definitely a first-class marching ration.
Du Weiguo also took off his hat and cotton-padded coat and threw them to Bart. He walked aside and looked at the items found on the three guys.
The brothers of the Yama team have just found a lot of items from their bodies.
It includes a long-magazine shell gun, a horse brand gun, some bullets, 2 daggers, a poison-quenching short knife, as well as ropes, hooks, candles, maps, compasses, dried meat, and fried rice.
Apart from that, what was left were some messy bottles and cans with unknown uses, a few forged letters of introduction, and a small amount of money notes.
The most interesting thing is that on the neck of the burly man, a pangolin claw was found that was polished and shiny.
This thing looks very old at first glance, and the roots of the claws are inlaid with gold, with simple official script inscriptions engraved on them, which is quite exquisite.
Du Weiguo was amused. Looking at the posture of the pangolin claws, it was clear that this thing was the legendary gold-touching talisman.
Good guy! I was lucky enough to make a profit today, I opened meat, and I was lucky enough to kick away an upright gold captain.
Du Weiguo gently rubbed the shiny golden charm in his hand. Gee, based on these things, it can be concluded that they must be a group of tomb robbers.
The despicable and despicable profession of tomb robbing has been mythologized in the writings of some great gods. They are obviously tomb robbers.
Wrapped casually in a shell of tragedy, it turns into a creature with vast supernatural powers, righteousness, and flesh and blood. If it is combined, it will lead to life, and if it is divided, it will die. Bah!
There seem to be many sects in this profession, such as Taoist priests who move mountains, warriors who remove mountains, captains who touch the gold, and generals who make the mountain. The one who boasts the most amazingly is the captain who touches the gold.
In fact, to put it bluntly, aren't they just a group of sinister and unscrupulous tomb robbers?
Now in the hands of Du Weiguo, their final fate will become very simple. Please eat the hottest peanuts, the kind of peanuts that are 3 points for 5 points for small ones and 5 points for 2 for large ones.
At this time, Wang Li came over with a kettle and two pieces of dried meat in his hand, and said in a calm tone:
"Boss, you are tired after a long night. You should also drink some oil tea and eat some dried meat."
Du Weiguo was not polite. He had been piloting for 10 consecutive hours in a violent storm and snow. Even he felt a little tired.
He took the kettle, raised his hand and took a big sip, and asked with a mouthful of water in his mouth: "Well, Wang Li, have you all eaten and drank?"
Wang Li nodded: "Well, don't worry, sir, we've all already drank."
"good."
Du Weiguo threw down the golden charm in his hand, clapped his hands gently, took the dried meat, and chewed it hard for a few mouthfuls.
Then he raised the kettle and drank the warm oil tea in the kettle in one gulp.
Anyone who has served in the military knows that in the army, especially when training in the field, there is no time to chew carefully when eating, and they are basically devoured.
Especially now, when we are still in the process of executing a mission, something may happen at any time. It takes less than half a minute before and after, even if we have eaten a meal.
Even after such a rough meal, Du Weiguo still felt refreshed as a warm current entered his stomach, and his slightly tired body returned to its peak state.
Passing the kettle to Wang Li again, Du Weiguo wiped his mouth, lit a cigarette, and slowly walked to the half-old man.
This guy was being handcuffed and sitting at the foot of the wall with his head lowered and silent. He was extremely honest.
This half-old man, who looked to be in his 50s, was wearing a semi-old woolen sheepskin coat, oil-stained twist, a dog-skin hat on his head, cotton trousers, and cotton trousers.
Just looking at his face and dress, he seems to be honest and honest, just like an ordinary farmer and mountaineer, but there is a hint of cunning in his eyes from time to time.
Seeing Du Weiguo approaching, he instinctively felt uneasy and shrank back hard, as if he could shrink into a wall.
Just now in the darkness, Du Weiguo casually placed two strong men between the lightning and flint, as if they were playing for fun, without any effort.
Although the old man already knew at this moment that these two guys were not dead, they were just knocked unconscious, he was still frightened.
You know, he is very familiar with these two guys, but they have traveled all over the country, experienced hundreds of battles, and have lives in their hands.
They are all talented people. Ordinary people, even three or five, can't get close to him, especially that burly man.
Even more powerful, he has thousands of people on the road. Once in Shaanxi, he single-handedly challenged 6 people and killed 4 of them. He had a great reputation.
However, in the hands of Du Weiguo, he was beaten so hard that he didn't even know how to live or die, and he still hasn't woken up yet.
He knows his own family affairs, and his old bones, which he struggled with in the early years, have already become soft now.
Du Weiguo's hands and feet were so heavy. If he took a casual hit, he would probably end up with broken bones and tendons. It would be better to die than live. The old man cherished his life and was afraid of pain. He didn't want to suffer.
Du Weiguo rubbed the hair that was deformed by the hat and stuck to his scalp, slowly exhaled the smoke, and slowly squatted in front of the little old man, his eyes were like daggers, and his tone was low:
"Man, I don't want to listen to nonsense. I see that you are a smart man, and I don't want to torture you, so you must not ask for trouble."
Du Weiguo spoke so straightforwardly that the little old man couldn't help but tremble, nodded hurriedly, and said in a sincere tone:
"I understand the politics and the government. I said, I will explain everything. I understand the policies. I will be lenient if I confess, and strict if I resist~"
Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo immediately curled his lips, thinking that this man was still an old gunner, so he probably won the game a lot.
He sneered, his tone slightly teasing:
"Okay, since you are also an old man, let's stop talking nonsense, open up the sky and speak frankly. Come on, let's talk directly."
Lao Hai is a slang term for Jianghu, which probably means Lao Jianghu. The little old man suddenly looked shy and said in a sarcastic tone:
"Leader, my name is Lu Gongyi. I am from Hengyang, Hunan Province. I am a native of the country. I also have a nickname in the world, called Wangshanyan.
When he said this, the old man surnamed Lu raised his eyes and glanced at Du Weiguo's eyes, and asked tentatively:
"Leader, are you here for the Dongxia tomb in Baishan?"
As expected, Old Man Lu was on the right track. He was a sensible person and did not dare to take advantage of others. Du Weiguo smiled and nodded, patted his shoulder, and took out a cigarette and handed it to him:
"Man, okay, that's enough. Come on, take one. Judging from your posture, you must be the mastermind of this group, right?"
Although the industry of tomb robbers is despicable, it still has a basic division of labor. The most basic division of labor is to support the pot, hold the eye, and lower the legs. Among them, the most professional one is the eye.
The so-called palm eye is equivalent to the technical director of the team. At the very least, he must be proficient in Feng Shui, and more powerful ones must be proficient in I Ching, Bagua, Ziwei Dou Shu, astrolabe, architecture, and tomb culture.
In addition, one must also know about astronomy and geography, be familiar with historical allusions, identify antiques, and even dabble in physics, chemistry, and medical metaphysics.
Let's put it this way, in a serious tomb robbery team, any one of them can stand up to a whole company of bricks and beasts.
These so-called brick-and-mortar people are called beasts. They are aloof all day long, well-dressed and well-fed. They can only talk about war on paper, but do not eat the fireworks of the world, and do not know the sufferings of the world.
Whenever someone makes a ridiculous suggestion about why they shouldn't eat minced meat, let's just say it this way: one out of every two bricklayers will be pulled out and killed by a beast. It's absolutely not wrong.
Well, I didn’t say this, but someone from Guo said it, stop it!
When Du Weiguo handed him a cigarette, Old Man Lu was so flattered that he quickly stretched out his hands and took it tremblingly.
After Du Weiguo lit it for him, he took a deep breath greedily, then sighed, nodded with a grimace, and accepted it.
He couldn't deny the palm-eye thing at all, and there were two of them lying next to him. Old Lu Tou's tone changed:
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"Yes, leader, I am the eye of this pot. Alas, I am so greedy that a snake swallows an elephant. At my age~"
Lao Lutou shook his head gently, his expression gloomy, and he couldn't say anything anymore. In fact, he had already seen that something was wrong a few years ago, and Jinpan washed his hands.
However, this time he was approached by this burly man. First of all, it was the money that attracted people's attention. He wanted to be lucky enough to do another job so that he could retire comfortably.
Secondly, he couldn't help but disagree. This big man was a ruthless character. If Old Lu dared to refuse, he would definitely be silenced.
As the saying goes, once you enter the arena, you can't help yourself!
Old Lu Tou, who has been in the arena for most of his life, has a pair of tricks that are honed over time and are extremely vicious. At a glance, you can tell that Du Weiguo is a ruthless person who does not rub sand in his eyes.
In front of him, no one can hide any secret. Instead of waiting to be betrayed by others, it is better to admit it to yourself, at least without suffering the physical pain.
Du Weiguo curled his lips, not showing the slightest pity, and he had no time to argue. He crushed the cigarette butt and asked in a faint tone:
"Man, where is the national treasure?"
As soon as he heard this, the old man choked on the cigarette and started coughing violently. After a while, he finally regained his breath and said calmly:
"Leaders, leaders, and national treasures have all been robbed by a group of outside ideas."
Du Weiguo's expression turned cold, and his tone became lower: "What external idea?"
Old Lutou suddenly looked stern and his voice trembled:
"Leader, leader, I don't know exactly who this group of people is. They are all buyers recruited by Mr. Hu, but these guys are eating raw rice and have no morals at all.
If we hadn't been quick to see the opportunity and ran away halfway while it was snowing heavily, I'm afraid they would have buried the rest of us on the mountain. "
"Where is this Mr. Tiger?"
Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo's brows furrowed, his tone was as sharp as a knife, and his evil aura rose. The old man was suddenly frightened to the point of breaking out in cold sweat, and he quickly stammered and explained:
"That's him. His nickname is Xue Conghu, and his nickname is Mr. Tiger. He is our supporter, and all buyers are contacted by him alone."
Old Man Lu quickly pointed his finger at the burly man lying next to him who had been kicked unconscious by Du Weiguo.
Du Weiguo's eyes were sharp, and without saying a word, he stood up and strode to the side of Mr. Tiger.
He suddenly raised his foot and kicked him hard on his left arm, only to hear an incomparable crisp sound of "Stuck!"
Master Hu's arm was twisted at a very weird angle. It was undoubtedly broken and could never be reattached.
"Ah~~"
Mr. Hu, who was originally in a coma, was woken up by the bone-piercing pain and let out a shrill wail because his jaw was removed.
Therefore, the sound was extremely dull and strange, as if it was squeezed out of the throat, like a monster roaring.
Seeing this scene, not to mention that Old Man Lu almost pissed himself with fear, even the brothers in the King of Hell team felt their backs tighten.
It's so cruel, simple, crude, direct and effective, it's so brutal!
Du Weiguo squatted in front of Master Hu, grabbed his collar, pulled him upright, and roughly lifted his chin.
Then a fierce slap in the face interrupted his wail. This slap directly knocked out several of his back molars, and also knocked off his hat, revealing his shiny bald head. .
Du Weiguo grabbed his neck tightly, his eyes were like daggers, and his tone was violent:
"Tell me, where did the bunch of bastards who stole the national treasure come from? Where did they go?"
Mr. Tiger was tough, he was hit hard and sweating profusely in pain, but his eyes were still fierce and flashing fiercely.
He gritted his teeth and snorted disdainfully. He originally wanted to spit a mouthful of blood on Du Weiguo's face.
Who would have thought that as soon as he pursed his lips, he was slapped again, and blood and water mixed with several teeth and flew out.
At this time, Du Weiguo showed a very strange smile on his face, patted Master Hu's bald head, and teased with great interest:
"Younghe, you are still a tough guy, aren't you? Very good, tough guy, I like him the most."
As soon as he saw this smile, Mr. Hu couldn't help but shudder. Lao Lu felt even worse. His crotch felt so hot that he peed in fear.
