In the evening, the sun set in the west and the sky became dark. Du Weiguo stood up and got up. The previous fatigue was gone and he felt refreshed.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw the big fox already squatting at the door of his room with a look of constriction on his face.
"Du Da, are you a pig? I've been sleeping for 12 hours and I'm almost starving to death. Hurry up and cook. Don't we still have to go to Siam at night?"
Du Weiguo was in a good mood. He bent down to pick up the big fox on the ground and put it on his shoulders after spending the past few days getting along with him.
Both Du Weiguo and the big fox were used to such close contact with each other. Of course, Du Weiguo only regarded it as a pet, and Hu Diehua only vaguely liked getting along with him.
Apartheid is still there, and it will always be there. Old dogs still have a bottom line after all, don’t worry~
Du Weiguo teased in a teasing tone:
"Hu Da Xiangu, I think your weight is getting heavier and your body is getting stronger. You have to eat when you open your eyes. This doesn't seem to be the habit of the fox tribe, right?"
Du Weiguo turned around and said that Butterfly Flower was a pig. Naturally, it recognized it and snorted arrogantly:
"Tch, that's nonsense, how could I be fat?"
Du Weiguo was too lazy to argue with it, lit two cigarettes, and naturally handed one to the big fox:
"After dinner, we have to collect the bill before we can go to Siam."
"Collect the bill?"
The big fox was startled and screamed: "What are you charging? Du Da, how can you be so tossing, can't you just calm down?"
Miss Hu has roughly guessed what Du Weiguo is going to do, which is to find trouble with the emperor of the Triangle Land.
Miss Hu discovered that Du Weiguo, nicknamed the King of Hell, really didn't scream randomly. This guy was really capable of tossing people around.
There is no wind and the waves are three feet, but there is wind and the waves are thousands of feet!
He is extremely good at causing trouble and will retaliate. No matter where he goes, there will be death, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and heads rolling in. The big fox has seen such a plague of evil spirits for hundreds of years.
Du Weiguo didn't realize it, and spoke in the vernacular with great joy:
"I'm not going to bother you, Hu Da. I'm asking you, do you want to follow me and eat all the delicious food in the world, drink all the fine wines in the world, and smoke all the good cigarettes in the world?"
Upon hearing this, the big fox immediately raised her eyebrows. This was a move she had recently learned from Du Weiguo:
"How is it?"
Du Weiguo chuckled and said in a teasing tone:
"How about it? I'm telling you, Great Immortal, these things all require money, and anything related to beauty and happiness is extremely expensive! If I don't pay bills and make money, how can I have money to enjoy it?"
Miss Hu is not that easy to fool:
"Nonsense! There's obviously a lot of money and gold here, so why would you sacrifice the near and the far away, Du Da, it's obvious that you want to cause trouble, and you like it~"
The big fox stopped talking abruptly and held the word killing in his throat. Du Weiguo helplessly pursed his lips and said in a sigh:
"Hu Da, I'm not a murderer, and I don't like killing. And I'm not going to kill anyone today. Of course, if they are looking for death, that's a different story."
At this time, he had arrived in the kitchen. Du Weiguo crushed the cigarette butts, lit a fire and boiled water, and continued:
"I wasn't lying when I said we were going to make money. There is indeed a lot of banknotes and gold in this base, but we are traveling far away, how much can we take with us?"
Du Weiguo quickly threw the rice and meat into the pot, simply and roughly, and clapped his hands:
"Besides, we are going to Xiangjiang soon. Rather than being unknown, it is better to be famous. This lawless place with no one's control is very suitable for making a name for itself."
The big fox's eyes flickered, and he tilted his head and thought about it:
"Duda, we don't need to be too extravagant, and we don't need to feast on delicious food and big fish and meat every day. I think it's better not to cause trouble. It's better to do less than to do more.
Now that you have left the land of China, although the tiger has returned to the mountain and the flying dragon is flying in the sky, at the same time you have become a rootless duckweed. You have made too many enemies, which is not appropriate after all! "
"Hahaha!"
What the big fox said was so precise and precise that he looked like a calm and mature military advisor. Du Weiguo was immediately amused by her and laughed loudly, and joked with great interest:
"Hey, I didn't see it. It turns out that our Aunt Hu Daxian is a military advisor who is knowledgeable about world affairs and has insight into people's hearts. Counselor Hu, you have learned a lesson~"
But when he said this, Du Weiguo's expression suddenly turned gloomy. He used to make fun of Yang Caiyu because of the staff officer. Thinking of Yang Caiyu who was suffering, Du Weiguo's heart felt like a knife.
The big fox has been floating around the world for hundreds of years and is very good at observing people's emotions. One look at Du Weiguo's furrowed brows and bleak expression, and one knew that he was reminiscing about the past, so he wisely closed his mouth and said nothing more.
At the zenith of the moon, in the rainforest, insects and frogs chirped, and there was an unknown town about 60 kilometers southwest of the Babailong Camp.
On the outskirts of the town, there are more than a dozen villages and four military camps, surrounding a group of buildings in the middle like stars over the moon.
In fact, it is nothing more than dozens of stilted buildings and tower buildings, but the rules are relatively neat and the area is larger. This is Kun Tsa's hometown.
There is actually a place name here called Nongliang Town. Through interrogating Huo Qing yesterday, Du Weiguo got a general understanding of the current situation in the triangle area.
Kunza is not alone now. He also has a rival named Luo, who is also a small warlord and is known as General Luo.
Now, Kuncha's men are constantly in conflict with General Luo's forces, and a war is about to break out. This battle will determine who is the real master of the Triangle.
At this juncture, Ba Bailong, who had been working closely with him and helped him eliminate countless obstacles, went out of his way and actually came into contact with General Luo.
In fact, Lilong's approach is easy to understand and understandable. It's just that both parties place bets and wait for the price.
But he ignored a very important factor, and that was Du Weiguo, the evil god who could defeat the Eight Hundred Dragons by himself.
After receiving Lilong's request for help, Kuncha, as a generational hero, made a decisive decision without hesitation and directly dispatched a brigade (reinforced battalion) of troops, together with a mortar squadron.
In an attempt to eliminate the Eight Hundred Dragons together with Du Weiguo.
To him, these strangers were all unstable factors. They were like thorns in the flesh and must be eradicated. How could Kunza miss such a God-given opportunity?
I bet this is a must-have trait for every hero!
However, at this moment, Kun Tsa was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, confused and frightened.
Because he lost the bet.
He had received the exact news at noon yesterday. The troops he had sent out earlier had been defeated by the enemy without even showing their faces.
Through the dictation of some defeated soldiers, Kun Za had already roughly sketched the image of Du Weiguo, the evil god, in his mind.
With his own strength, he destroyed the Eight Hundred Dragons. After that, he casually slaughtered the artillery squadron and defeated the infantry brigade.
Such a person is, simply put, invincible in the world and cannot be defeated by human power.
In the face of death, no one can be calm. This is an unbreakable truth, and Kuncha can't do it, not to mention that he is only 33 years old, young, strong, powerful, and rich all over the world.
He doesn't want to die.
His lair is fully armed, and the number of people patrolling and guarding has increased four times compared to usual. It can be said that there is one post every three steps, and one sentry every five steps.
But even so, Kun Tsai still felt like a thorn in his back, restless, and even his cigar-smoking fingers were trembling slightly.
Kunza did not return to his residence. His wife and children were nowhere to be found. He did not want to involve his family. He still stayed in the place where he usually works and holds meetings. Let us reluctantly call it the meeting hall.
It was a fairly spacious stilt wooden house with two rooms inside and one outside. The outside room was a place similar to a meeting, and the inside room was Kun Tsai's office.
At this time, Kunsha was sitting beside the tea table in a daze.
"boom!"
A gunshot suddenly rang out in the camp, tearing the silent night to pieces. Kunza was frightened, jumped up suddenly, picked up the AK on the tea table, and looked nervous.
However, after the gunshot, there was nothing more. The camp was noisy for a while, and then it became quiet again. Kunza quickly walked to the door outside and shouted loudly:
"Lisha, what happened? Who shot?"
Outside the door, Kunza's guard captain Laisha replied in a calm tone:
"General, there was a soldier just now. When he was changing the guard, his cigarette accidentally went off."
Kunca was very angry, his face was livid, and he roared: "Mader, take him and kill him!"
"yes!"
Lesha outside the door responded calmly. A moment later, a gunshot was heard in the distance, and Lesha's voice sounded again:
"General, the erring soldier has implemented military law."
"Hmph, this is just killing one person to serve as a warning to others. Laisha, please cheer up those who are responsible for the night watch. Anyone who makes a mistake again will be shot!"
Kunca's tone was sharp and left no room for argument. Although Laisha outside the door frowned and had a strange look on her face, she still responded in a deep voice:
"Yes, General."
Lesha is a rigid character who does things strictly. At the same time, he considers himself a professional soldier and a soldier, and it is his bounden duty to obey orders.
Kun Za walked back to the study angrily, threw the rifle on the tea table with a bang, and was about to reach out to pick up the teacup and take a drink of water, but his movements suddenly froze.
In his study, near the corner, there was an impossibly handsome young man who didn't know when.
The young man was tall and handsome, with a slight smile on his lips and a pair of deep eyes, like black holes, which seemed to be able to see into people's souls.
At this moment, the young man had a drum-style AKM hanging on his shoulder, but he was not holding it in his hand. He didn't even have any weapons in his hand.
However, it was as if a restraining spell had been cast on Kun Tsa. His body was stiff, trembling slightly, breaking out in cold sweat, and he didn't even dare to move. He had already guessed who this person was.
If you dare to move, you will definitely die!
Du Weiguo spoke, his voice was pleasant, deep, rich, full of magnetism, with a hint of joking:
"Kuncha, your camp is so well-defended tonight and there is a roar of wind and thunder. Are you trying to guard against me?"
Kuncha glanced at Du Weiguo, who was slowly approaching while strolling in the courtyard. He subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva and forced himself to calm down:
"Yes, it's a pity that it's all in vain after all."
Du Weiguo had already walked to the tea table at this time, put the rifle aside casually, sat down carelessly, glanced at Kunca, and said lightly:
"Come, sit down and talk."
His posture was leisurely and his tone was casual, as if this was his home court and he was the master.
After all, Kunza is also a hero, and his courage is far beyond comparison. At this moment, he has got rid of his fear.
He gently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, slowly sat down opposite Du Weiguo, and said in a slightly solemn tone:
"Here, sir, what should I call you?"
Kuncha knew that Du Weiguo was the mortal enemy of Eight Hundred Dragons, but he did not know Du Weiguo's specific title.
Du Weiguo did not speak immediately. When he saw a good Cuban cigar on the table, he picked one up unceremoniously, took out his own lighter, lit it, and took a leisurely puff.
"Well, that's right. Your cigars are much better than Ba's. As for the title, just call me Wesley."
Kunca nodded, his tone becoming calmer:
"Mr. Wesley, I'm afraid there is a bit of misunderstanding between us. Before, I sent people to kill the Eight Hundred Dragons, and it was not for you~"
Du Weiguo leaned lazily on the bamboo sofa, exhaling smoke from his mouth, gently wagging his fingers, interrupting Kun Za's defense:
"No need to explain, understand, understand, how can you allow others to sleep on the side of the bed? We are in a different place. If it were me, I would not give up such a God-given opportunity to catch them all in one fell swoop, once and for all!"
Kun Tsa was struck in his mind, his expression was awkward, he forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, and said bravely:
"I accidentally captured your tiger's beard. I'm so offended! I'm so offended!"
Du Weiguo sneered and said in a teasing tone:
"Ha! Kuncha, I came here in the middle of the night just because I didn't want to hear your apology. If I don't get any benefits, I'll leave~"
When Du Weiguo said goodbye, he emphasized the emphasis. Kuncha's body suddenly trembled, and cold sweat broke out like a waterfall. He was a smart man, so of course he understood what Du Weiguo meant.
When someone leaves, he must take his life away with him.
"Mr. Wesley, this matter is all my fault. If you have any requests, feel free to ask for them. As long as I can do it, I will not be stingy."
"happy!"
Du Weiguo raised his sword eyebrows, gave a light drink, and moved his body. Kuncha was startled, jumped up suddenly, and was about to reach out to grab the rifle on the tea table.
Du Weiguo ignored Kuncha's reaction and just glanced at him with cold eyes. He was no threat to Du Weiguo and could not make waves in any case.
Kuncha has skill, vision, decisiveness, and ruthless methods. He is indeed a hero, but after all, he is just an ordinary person.
What ordinary people call lightning fast, in Du Weiguo's eyes, after being slowed down 12 times, it is much slower than slow motion.
Think about it, Du Weiguo can even dodge sniper bullets. Are human movements comparable to supersonic bullets?
At this time, Kuncha's finger was less than 5 centimeters away from the rifle, but his movements froze again.
Du Weiguo's sharp eyes glanced at him, and he immediately felt his temples jump, and his neck seemed to have been tightly grasped by the cold hands of death.
He couldn't breathe at all. If his instincts moved even a millimeter, he would turn into powder in an instant and die without a place to bury his body.
Incomparable embarrassment and huge fear were intertwined. Sweat poured from Kunqa's face and his whole body was shaking violently.
Du Weiguo exhaled smoke leisurely and waved his hand indifferently:
"Hey, sit down, don't get excited, don't get excited."
"Many, thank you~"
Kuncha breathed a long sigh of relief and sat down as if he had been granted amnesty. His body slumped on the back of the chair, breathing heavily, like a puddle of mud, as if his spine had been removed.
Du Weiguo glanced at Kunca, slapped his mouth, and said with a smile:
"Kunza, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. Let me tell you, how much money do you have now?"
Upon hearing this, Kun Za seemed to regain some energy, his eyes flickered, and he pondered for a moment:
"Currently, we have about 70 million U.S. dollars available."
Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo immediately frowned and narrowed his eyes involuntarily. Isn't it right? The dignified first brother of Sanjiangdi is not as rich as Lei Luo?
As soon as he saw Du Weiguo's face, Kuncha immediately understood, and immediately explained angrily:
"I have been recruiting troops recently to prepare for war with others. I have spent a lot on arms, so my cash flow has shrunk a bit. In addition, I still have some gold~"
Du Weiguo curled his lips and thought to himself, the bullshit No. 1 D owl in the Triangle is really poor and has nothing.
Du Daguan, this is a bit like Versailles, 70 million US dollars, and an unknown amount of gold. What is the concept of this now?
70 million US dollars, equivalent to Hong Kong dollars, is close to 500 million. You must know that this is 1966, not 1996, let alone 2016 when Cullinan per capita has been reached!
The 500 million at this time will be at least 50 billion in later generations, which can basically be regarded as the top rich man.
Du Weiguo said calmly:
"Well, how about you prepare an anonymous overseas account immediately and deposit 30 million into it. This will be your life-saving money. Are you having any difficulties?"
Du Weiguo's lion opened his mouth wide and swallowed half of Kun Zaxiao's cash flow, but Kun Za remained calm and accepted the offer without any hesitation.
"No problem, I can give you an overseas account right away. There are 3 million US dollars in it now. Within 5 hours, the full amount of 30 million will be credited."
Good guy! Du Weiguo secretly thought, good guy, and raised his eyebrows in a subtle way. This Kunza is indeed bold and domineering. He knows how to make choices. He is a character.
"Okay, let's do this~"
Du Weiguo's face was expressionless and his tone was casual, but in fact he was satisfied. He was ready to end this blackmail operation.
You made 200 million in one fell swoop, what else do you want? Think of God!
As for eradicating Kunza, the cancer entrenched in the triangle area, and doing harm to the people, Du Weiguo had no interest at all.
After killing Kun Tsa, there will still be Wang Tsa and Li Tsa stand up. The lawless land of Triangle Land has not been completely eradicated until later generations.
Du Weiguo is not a super-brainless hero in a bodysuit, and he has no interest in playing a game of saving the world.
Besides, some people are much more useful alive than dead. Kunza is a character, and he will be the uncrowned king of the Triangle in the future, and his influence will radiate throughout the dark world of Asia and beyond.
To become famous, someone needs to promote it. Kunza is a good candidate, hey!
At this time, Kuncha quickly filled in his account number and password with pen and paper while his eyes moved rapidly.
When he repeatedly checked to confirm that it was correct and handed the piece of paper to Du Weiguo, he said tentatively with a flattering look on his face:
"Mr. Wesley, this is the account number and password of the overseas account. I have checked it and there is absolutely nothing wrong with it.
30 million, the money is guaranteed to be remitted within 5 hours. Also, may I ask, do you undertake other business? "
"Um?"
Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows and became interested immediately. This guy Kuncha was indeed a tyrant, and he actually wanted the skin of a tiger!
