Paramaribo, this unpronounceable name, is the capital and largest city of Suriname, a small country in South America.
According to official statistics from last year, Paramaribo has a total resident population of less than 300,000, which is even lower than a medium-sized county in China.
However, in fact this is not the case. The population of this city is far more than 300,000, or even more than double.
Suriname is very strange. Due to various historical reasons, the number of smugglers and illegal immigrants is far more than the normal population and local indigenous people.
The government is weak and has no power to deal with it. It can only open its eyes and close its eyes and quietly make money. It feels like a lawless place, and it seems to still be the case even in later generations.
At 8 o'clock in the morning, in the south of Paramaribo, there is the entrance of a white three-story building that looks like a school in the Republic of China.
Du Weiguo stood at the bottom of the steps, looking up at the grand door with interest. There was a plaque hanging on the lintel, with three large gilded characters of "Guangyi Hall" with flying dragons and phoenixes.
There are two couplets hanging on both sides of the main entrance. On the left is Guanglian Shengqi, and on the right is Yi Guan Huayang, a silver painting with an iron hook, which is extraordinary.
The entire urban area of Paramaribo is dilapidated. Most of the houses are dilapidated wooden shanties. Basically, they are dirt roads and muddy. It looks very much like a small town during the Republic of China.
The road in front of Quang Ngai Hall is paved with asphalt. It is one of the few decent buildings in the city, even compared to the Governor's Palace built by the Dutch.
To be honest, Du Weiguo really didn't know that the Chinese influence in an unknown small country in South America thousands of miles away could be so strong.
Du Weiguo withdrew his gaze and climbed up the stairs with a steady pace. As soon as he reached the door, a capable young man in a white coat came out to greet him, looking at him with a slightly scrutinizing look.
Du Weiguo is now wearing a black silk shirt, trousers of the same material, and a pair of leather slippers. This outfit looks a bit ambiguous and nondescript, making it difficult to distinguish his identity.
The young man said calmly: "Who are you looking for?"
He spoke Hakka, which is the dialect of Guangdong and Guangxi. Du Weiguo stayed in Hong Kong Island for more than half a year and could barely understand it.
"I'm looking for Mr. Zhang Huihai."
Du Weiguo spoke in Cantonese, with a casual but polite tone. The young man suddenly looked stern. Zhang Huihai was the leader of Guangyi Hall and held a high position. The locals called him Haiye, or Hall Master.
The title Mr. Zhang is worth pondering. Although it is still respectful, it is indeed a title of equal status.
In particular, Du Wei Guofeng was handsome and handsome, and his demeanor was extraordinary. The young people were not sure of his identity and did not dare to ignore him, so his tone couldn't help but become solemn.
"Sir, what is your name? Where do you come from? What do you want from Mr. Zhang?"
Du Weiguo's tone was calm and concise: "I am from Guyana, Mr. Zhong's special envoy."
"Hiss~"
Upon hearing this, the young man gasped subconsciously. Guyana is a small country neighboring Suriname.
And Mr. Zhong is a great big man, the actual controller of Guyana. A few years later, Guyana was officially founded, and he was the first president and the first Chinese president in America in history. Creation of heaven and earth.
In the shadow of the famous tree, the young man's posture immediately became respectful. He bowed his waist and stretched out his hand, making a gesture of invitation:
"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't know your identity before, so I neglected you. Please come in, and I will inform Mr. Zhang right away."
The young man led Du Weiguo to a room similar to a reception room and asked a woman in the room to serve him tea.
The young man was just about to turn around and go out when he suddenly thought of something and stopped, with a slightly embarrassed expression on his face:
"Sir, according to the rules, I need it~"
Du Weiguo smiled and nodded, taking the initiative to open his arms: "It's okay, I understand."
There was a trace of gratitude on the young man's face, but he still searched Du Weiguo's body meticulously before turning around and leaving with confidence.
Du Weiguo sat calmly on a wicker chair. The woman in the reception room was about 30 years old, with a delicate appearance and tidied up neatly.
She quickly brought a cup of American black tea and placed it gently on the coffee table. Then she leaned over and waited beside the coffee table. She lowered her eyebrows and asked softly:
"Sir, do you want to smoke? We have cigars here."
"Thank you, I'll just smoke mine."
Du Weiguo replied in a calm tone, took out the longevity card from his trouser pocket and pulled out a cigarette. The woman immediately took out a match and lit it for him, with a humble tone:
"Sir, do you need anything else?"
"You're welcome, go and do your work."
Du Weiguo waved his hand, and the woman immediately stood up and saluted, then slowly retreated to the door, standing with her hands down, without even raising her head to glance at Du Weiguo the whole time.
Obviously, this woman's behavior was still the same as that of servants during the Republic of China. Du Weiguo secretly thought that this Mr. Zhang was probably an old-fashioned guy.
There was a burst of hasty footsteps at the door of the reception room. Du Weiguo couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, put out his cigarette and stood up, because the footsteps were not from one person, but from three people.
The ajar door was pushed open by the young man in front, followed by a middle-aged man of about 40 years old. He was not tall and had an ordinary appearance, but he had a good temperament.
Behind the middle-aged man, followed a tall, bearded man with steady steps. He had a chilling air about him. Judging from his pace, he must have a military background.
The middle-aged man strode quickly, quickened his pace, walked straight to Du Weiguo, and extended his hand enthusiastically:
"Hello, I am Zhang Huihai, and I am the head of Guangyi Hall. May I ask this gentleman, how should I call him?"
Du Weiguo didn't expect that he was so young. A look of astonishment flashed across his eyes, but he recovered in an instant.
He generously stretched out his hand to shake his hand, and said in a very calm tone: "Hello, Mr. Zhang, my name is Wesley."
Hearing Du Weiguo's self-introduction, Zhang Huihai frowned slightly. This guy actually used a foreign name, and it was probably a pseudonym.
However, Zhang Huihai is also an old man who has experienced big storms. He did not show any obvious emotions and his tone remained gentle:
"Hello, Mr. Wesley. I heard that you are Mr. Zhong's representative and are here to visit. What do you want from me?"
Du Weiguo raised his eyes and glanced at the other people in the room. He just smiled and said nothing. The meaning was self-evident.
Upon hearing this, the bearded man suddenly frowned and took a step forward. Zhang Huihai's eyes flickered, he thought for a moment, and waved his hand towards him:
"Ah Jiao, you guys go out first and close the door."
The bearded man named Ajiao frowned, his expression was solemn, and he shouted in a somewhat impatient tone: "Hall Master!"
Zhang Huihai had made up her mind at this moment and said with a smile: "Ajiao, it's okay. The old man is still alive. If the sky cannot fall, you all should retreat."
The bearded man gave Du Weiguo a sharp look, angrily pulled the young man and the others back out, and closed the door heavily.
Du Weiguo didn't know what was going on and didn't know what was going on between them, but he didn't care. He lit a cigarette again, sat on the chair, and handed the cigarette case to Zhang Huihai. :
"Mr. Zhang, do you smoke?"
Seeing the longevity cigarettes with gold mouth and black stem, Zhang Huihai couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, smoked one out, rubbed the delicate stem, and said in a slightly teasing tone:
"As far as I know, Mr. Zhong's life has always been simple, but Mr. Wesley has great taste, right?"
While talking, Zhang Huihai slowly sat down opposite Du Weiguo, with a fairly calm demeanor.
With a smile on his face, Du Weiguo took out his lighter and helped him light the cigarette. He went straight to the point without leaving any traces of ink:
"Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry, I'm not from Mr. Zhong, nor am I from Kuiana. I came to Suriname Guangwang Hall this time to ask for something."
Zhang Huihai seemed to have expected this, and slowly exhaled the smoke, nodded, and said in an unhurried tone:
"I don't know what Mr. Wesley has to ask of our Guangdong Hall."
Du Weiguo exhaled the smoke and said in a calm tone:
"The evening before yesterday, around 7 o'clock, a small plane belonging to the CIA took off from Bolivar and landed in Paramaribo. I want to know their whereabouts."
Zhang Huihai's expression changed instantly, his pupils shrank uncontrollably, and he actually had some suspicions in his mind.
He thought that Du Weiguo was just a speculator who came across the ocean to Suriname to make a living, just a cross-sea dragon. He had seen such people before.
Ah Jiao was Zhang Huihai's personal bodyguard, but he never expected that this young man would shake the world with just one mouthful.
Citigroup once occupied Suriname during World War II, and the reason why the Zhang family was able to survive in Suriname was because Citigroup and the Dutch managed to survive.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Wesley, I'm afraid our Guangyi Tang is incompetent in this matter, ah~"
Zhang Huihai was about to stand up and summon the bearded man waiting outside the door, but his voice suddenly stopped. It was not that Du Weiguo attacked him, but he just raised his eyes and glanced at him casually.
Just at this glance, Zhang Huihai suddenly felt a fatal threat, as if a beast was staring at his throat instantly. As if falling into an abyss, his body became stiff and he did not dare to move.
To this day, Du Weiguo's evil spirit has been completely developed. It is somewhere between reality and reality. If he exerts his full strength, even a look can defeat the consciousness of ordinary people.
Du Weiguo slowly crushed the cigarette butts, his tone still calm:
"Sorry, Mr. Zhang, my time is limited. You have to help me or not, and I need to know right away."
Zhang Huihai suppressed the fear in her heart and her voice was slightly trembling:
"Mr. Wesley, I really don't know their whereabouts. Our Guangyi Tang is just a private chamber of commerce and has never participated in these political actions."
Du Weiguo sneered:
"Oh, Mr. Zhang, it's pointless for you to speak secretly. We are all descendants of the Yan and Huang people and come from the same lineage. I don't want to embarrass you. All I need is the address."
The vigorous evil energy rising from Du Weiguo's body seemed to be real or illusory, wrapping around Zhang Huihai's body.
In such a hot weather, he felt cold all over. He couldn't help but shiver, his voice trembled and his tone stammered:
"If I tell you the address, I will offend the Citi people. By then we will be finished in Guangyang Tang. Mr. Wesley, what are your demands? We~"
Du Weiguo felt a little impatient. He raised his eyebrows like a sword out of its sheath. He pressed his palm hard and his tone became harsh:
"Don't talk nonsense. I want the address. I'm not here to kill people, but to save people. If you offend Citigroup, you may feel uncomfortable for a few days, but if you piss me off, you will be completely eliminated today. disappear."
Following Du Weiguo's gesture, the evil aura emanating from his body suddenly condensed, gripping Zhang Huihai's body like a big hand of ice.
His face instantly turned pale, his body became stiff, bitingly cold, and he felt a strong sense of suffocation.
At 10 o'clock in the morning, there is an officer's villa on the seaside on the outskirts of Paramaribo, 5 kilometers north of the Citi base.
In the living room, a middle-aged man with blue eyes, a hooked nose, and deep nasolabial folds put down the phone with a sinister expression.
White, who had followed Du Weiguo in Bolivar, saw his gloomy expression and couldn't help but ask:
"Howard, how's the situation?"
The hook-nosed Howard frowned, glared at White, spoke in an angry tone, and scolded in a low voice:
"White, remember, if you call me Chief Howard from now on, I am not your friend."
"Yes, sir, what is the situation over there in Bolivar? What is our next specific plan?"
White's face turned red, and he suppressed his anger and asked word by word. Howard's eyes flickered and his tone became deeper:
"Fourteen hours ago, Pippen was assassinated in the small town of Kakanuman, two berets were also knocked unconscious, and an armed speedboat was stolen."
White was shocked and almost blurted out:
"Sure enough, that guy came back alive from the place God left behind. ASIA7 is an extremely dangerous person. Sir, we should take Reina out of here immediately and return to the headquarters."
Before in Bolivar, Du Weiguo's number was still ASIA 8, but now it has become ASIA 7. Obviously, his ranking has risen. When he heard this, Howard suddenly became so angry that he roared loudly:
"White, you coward, I am the commander, I don't need you to teach me how to do things, there is a military base next to us.
No matter how powerful he is, can he be strong enough to fight thousands of soldiers? Besides, this is his first time landing in America, how could he find us? "
Just when White was about to retort, he suddenly heard a "crash", which was the sound of broken glass, before he could react.
As soon as his eyes flashed, a gray-black pebble flew screaming in front of him. The speed was so fast that there was no way to dodge it.
"Bang!" White saw blood on his forehead, and his vision suddenly went dark. Before he fainted, he vaguely saw Howard, like him, being hit on the forehead by a stone and falling on his back.
The next second, Du Weiguo suddenly appeared in the room. At this moment, several special agents resting on the second floor of the villa heard strange noises downstairs.
Holding the weapon, he quickly ran downstairs to check, but the result was the same. Without even seeing anyone, his head was broken by a flying stone, and he fell cleanly to the ground.
Three minutes later, in the basement of the villa, Du Weiguo found Reina, who was tied to a chair by Wu Huada and looked haggard.
Reina was unkempt, but her clothes were neat and there were no obvious injuries on her body, so she probably had not been abused.
The moment she saw Du Weiguo, Reina's big blue eyes were filled with tears. She was so excited that she couldn't control herself and let out bursts of sobs.
With a flash of cold light, the ropes on Lei Na's body and the handcuffs were cut off by the sharp Tang Dao. Lei Na, who broke free from the restraints, swooped into Du Weiguo's arms like a bird flying into the forest. Tears burst into her eyes and she cried like a mess. .
Du Weiguo angrily helped her tear off the strip of cloth on her lips, tangled her messy red hair, patted her back, and said teasingly:
"No, Raina, you are an elite agent of MI6, the famous Belcher Sea Serpent, why are you crying?"
Reina punched him angrily, and Lihua sobbed, her voice choked with sobs:
"Wesley, I knew you would definitely come to save me. I'm sorry, because of me, I got you involved again. This time I was betrayed by one of my own."
Du Weiguo smiled and patted her breast:
"Well, I know, it's that half-breed bastard Pippin, right? Don't worry, I've killed him easily and thrown him into the river to feed the fish."
Reina wiped her eyes vigorously and shook her head, as if she didn't want to continue the topic. She took Du Weiguo's arm and looked up and down:
"Wesley, those vengeful Citizen people must have laid a dragnet in Kakanuman. Are you okay?"
Du Weiguo scratched her nose and said a little arrogantly:
"It's just a bunch of chickens and dogs. How could they possibly hurt me? But that forest was really dangerous, and I only narrowly escaped death."
Reina's eyes dimmed and she sighed:
"It's good that you are safe and sound. If the mission fails, just fail. At worst, I won't do it anymore."
"Who said the mission failed? I said it. Although I am expensive, I have always had a good reputation and will definitely achieve my mission."
Du Weiguo took out the microfilm and shook it gently in front of Reina's eyes. He raised his eyebrows and said in a joking tone. Reina's eyes instantly became extremely bright, and she almost screamed with excitement.
Just as she was about to reach out to take it, Du Weiguo quickly put it away and touched her still somewhat disheveled hair:
"Reina, this mission is far more dangerous than imagined. In addition to adding money, you must also get enough benefits to make up for it."
"benefit?"
Reina's eyes flickered, her expression wandered, and she was thoughtful. Du Weiguo said with a smile:
"Yes, Guyana is a pretty good place. It is uniquely endowed with a very good outlet to the sea, which can radiate to North America and the entire Europe and Africa.
Moreover, it is adjacent to the Citizen Flag Base, so there is no shortage of consumers who take advantage of it. Should we consider doing some business? "
(End of chapter)
