"Going out? Alone, what do you mean? Wesley, where are you going?"
Upon hearing this, Reina's beautiful big green eyes immediately stood up. Her expression was slightly indignant and a little nervous, and she asked a series of questions in one breath.
Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows and asked in a joking tone:
"What? Director Reina, do I need to report my itinerary to you now? Am I a subject of supervision?"
Reina rolled her eyes at him angrily:
"Don't change the subject. Who dares to supervise you? You clearly know that's not what I mean. Wesley, this is not Hong Kong Island.
South Korea here is the territory of the CIA. Here, they act even more arrogantly than at home. There is a deep hatred between you and them~"
Du Weiguo rubbed his hands with a smile on his face:
"So what? I'm just going to do some personal things, and I won't take the initiative to provoke them. But if they dare to tease me, hehe~"
Du Weiguo laughed so hard that Reina's hair stood on end. She couldn't help but shudder, and said in a panic:
"Wesley, please don't do this nonsense. I'm not kidding. The CIA is really powerful here. There are hundreds of thousands of troops stationed at the base in Incheon Port, and there is also an entire group of Green Berets."
Du Weiguo was angry and funny:
"Reina, the more you talk, the more ridiculous you are. I already told you that I didn't go out to cause trouble. There are hundreds of thousands of troops, and there are no berets in the reorganized brigade. Ha, you scared me to death.
Why, they can still swarm me and deal with me, okay, I accept it, I promise, I will definitely not provoke the CIA, and I will not kill anyone, that's it. "
Seeing the expression of Lei Na, the drama queen, who was about to cry, Du Weiguo, whose head was as big as a bucket, quickly made a promise, which made her look a little brighter.
However, Reina still refused to give up and continued to inquire further:
"Wesley, tell me, what are you going to do? I don't speak the language well, and I'm not familiar with the road conditions. How about I send Lake to be your driver?"
Du Weiguo became a little impatient with her entanglement, so he slapped Reina hard on the fart* and made a serious face:
"It's been three days since I've been without Fang Jie Wa, Raina, it's endless, isn't it? I already told you that I have to go out to do some personal things. Do you understand what's private?"
Reina covered her sore buttocks, her expression aggrieved, her eyes were red with half-truths, and her voice was plaintive:
"Wesley, I'm worried about you too, but you actually hit me with a deadly hand. As expected, only new people laugh. Who can see old people crying? You have already disliked me, right?"
Lei Na, the drama queen, was ill again. Du Weiguo put her on his shoulders angrily:
"No, I have to perform some family rituals on you. I want to see if you are crying or laughing!"
"let me go!"
Reina pretended, kicking and struggling with her hands and feet, but a hint of cunning flashed between her brows and eyes.
At the moment, the situation in Seoul was chaotic and anxious, and she was actually a little worried that Du Weiguo might get in touch with Natasha, seizing chestnuts from the fire and snatching food from the tiger's mouth.
Therefore, she wanted to use all her strength to squeeze out Du Weiguo. She had used this trick before in Hong Kong Island, and it worked well.
It's a pity that she made a mistake this time. After Du Weiguo upgraded his flickering skill, his physique jumped up a level again, and his strength, endurance, explosive power, speed, all improved, hehe~
The result after omitting 100,000 words was that in the early morning of the next morning, Director Reina, the head of MI6's Asian region, was injured due to non-combat reasons and could not get out of bed at all.
Last night, Reina's earth-shattering shouts resounded throughout the office building, so much so that today, all the female staff looked at Du Weiguo with a burning gaze.
After all, no woman would dislike a strong man.
10 a.m., Seoul, Jung-gu, Myeongdong, Westin Chosun Hotel.
In the banquet hall on the 7th floor, a press conference for the premiere of "Fist of Fury" was being held. Brother Xiao Long sat in the chairman's seat C with high spirits, full of hesitation and looking forward to the flight.
The nominal general manager of Kunpeng Pictures, the fat old man Donald in England, was introducing the movie eloquently, foaming at the mouth.
"This is an unprecedented and great movie. The fighting scenes make people's blood boil, and the patriotism is even more exciting~~"
Zhao Yingnan, with a plain face and professional attire, was sitting in an inconspicuous corner of the audience with a lack of interest.
Brother Ma, who was dressed in a crisp suit, sat upright beside her, looking around with sharp eyes.
Near Brother Xiao Ma, there were several capable young people scattered in the crowd, vaguely protecting Zhao Yingnan in the center.
A Kodak Brownie camera was set up near the rostrum. Du Weiguo, after his disguise, was quietly observing Zhao Yingnan through the lens.
There was a slight smile on his lips, and he whispered to himself:
"Oh, the pony has grown up too. The idea is good, and the protection measures are quite comprehensive, but it is too open. An insider can see the clues at a glance, which is a bit hidden."
Du Weiguo, the grandson, started to stand and talk without pain again. Xiao Ma's current identity is Zhao Yingnan's bodyguard and driver, but how can he have any real elite masters under him?
As an ordinary person, Xiao Ma also worked hard to achieve such a level of protection, which was already his limit.
At this time, Donald had finished speaking, and the audience burst into applause. Due to historical reasons, Korea also deeply hated Japan at this time, and the national hatred was extremely strong.
Therefore, "Fist of Fury" still resonates strongly in the Goryeo region. Reporters from various media are very enthusiastic about asking questions about Bruce Lee in the chair.
Interviewing the protagonist naturally had to be done by the camera. Du Weiguo had no choice but to respond to the situation, turned around, and pointed the camera at Brother Xiao Long on the stage.
Zhao Yingnan, who was drowsy in the audience, accidentally glanced at him, his eyes suddenly tightened, and his body became stiff.
This back view looks so familiar. There are obvious flaws in Du Weiguo's cross-dressing. He only modified the face and the front of the body, but ignored the back.
This kind of cross-dressing is perfect for ordinary people, but for the person next to you, it is a bit powerless.
What does that sentence mean? I know your bones even if you peel off your skin!
Zhao Yingnan's eyes were gleaming, his expression was in a trance, and he stared at Du Weiguo without blinking for a moment. Xiao Ma was keenly aware of her strangeness, and quickly asked with concern:
"Miss, what's wrong with you? Is there any problem?"
Zhao Yingnan's tone was hesitant: "Uh, Xiao Ma~"
At this moment, two "pops" sounded very suddenly, and then the door of the banquet hall was violently knocked open.
A man who looked like a security guard covered his chest and stumbled to the ground. A large ball of blood fainted from his chest. He had obviously been shot.
As the door opened, three men covering their faces with handkerchiefs, holding guns in their hands, rushed in from the outside, led by a strong man with a turban on his forehead and a dazzling sun flag painted on it.
He held an M2 carbine rifle in his hand and shouted at the top of his lungs in a mixture of Japanese and Korean:
"Bagayalu! You bunch of losers, get down on your knees!"
While shouting, he also fired several shots at the ceiling. The hall suddenly became chaotic and full of chaos. Everyone was screaming, some wanted to escape, and some were lying on the ground in a mess.
"Pa bang bang~"
The strong man became angry and fired several shots at the panicked crowd without any scruples. Blood splattered everywhere, and the few unlucky ones who ran around in panic fell to the ground in an instant.
The strong man shouted again at this moment: "You bastard, get down on your knees!"
His two accomplices also fired and roared. Most of the people in the hall had already reacted and were squatting or kneeling due to their lust.
Xiao Ma and the others reacted quickly. The moment the incident happened, they surrounded Zhao Yingnan in the center and hid in a corner.
Zhao Yingnan was stunned, and glanced in the direction where Du Weiguo had been just now. Only a solitary camera was left, and he was nowhere to be seen.
In the chaos, Brother Xiao Long was the calmest one in the field. Until now, he was still sitting steadily on the rostrum. At this moment, he had roughly understood the situation.
These unscrupulous guys are undoubtedly Japanese, and they are also the most extreme left-wing thugs.
Regardless of his dignity as a Chinese, or his bloodiness as the star of the movie "Fist of Fury", Brother Xiao Long cannot kneel down, even to death.
At this moment, the strong man had obviously noticed Brother Xiao Long on the rostrum, and he roared with fierce eyes:
"Baga, you bastard, go to hell!"
While roaring, he raised the rifle in his hand towards Brother Xiao Long and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"Papa~"
Although Brother Xiao Long was not afraid of death, he was not a fool to sit still and wait for death. The moment the strong man raised his weapon, he moved, with a quick swoop, followed by a smooth forward roll.
Brother Xiao Long's movements were as fast as lightning, and his predictions were also accurate. Not only did he dodge the strong man's shooting in an instant, he also avoided the subsequent extended fire.
Needless to say, Brother Xiaolong’s skills are definitely not just showy, they are real.
At the same time, the strong man's companion, a guy with long hair, also noticed Zhao Yingnan and his party hiding in the corner.
This guy was more ruthless than a strong man. He didn't yell, his eyes were red, and he didn't say a word. He directly picked up the Thompson submachine gun in his hand towards Xiaoma and the others and pulled the bolt.
"Surround Miss!"
Xiaoma roared sharply, and at the same time a flash of anger flashed in his eyes, and he threw a chair next to him towards Shaggy.
At the moment when Changmao dodged the chair, Pony had already rushed towards him. Even though he saw Changmao's black hole of gun muzzle turned towards him, he still didn't flinch.
"Ah~"
At the moment when Xiao Ma generously went to die, a shrill wail burst out from Changmao's mouth, and the middle finger of his right hand was cut off by a sudden black light.
After Wu Guang cut off his finger, he stuck it tightly behind the trigger of the Thompson submachine gun, which turned out to be a pen.
Xiaoma narrowly escaped death, but he didn't bother to check the origin of the black light. With a roar, he threw Changmao to the ground.
Xiao Ma made a decisive move, and while knocking down Shao Mao, he raised his fists and hit Shao Mao on the head like a sledgehammer, knocking him unconscious.
Xiao Ma snatched the submachine gun from his hand, sat up on his knees, caught a glimpse of the pen behind the trigger, and quickly reached out to break it off.
At the same time, the magazine of the strong man's rifle was also emptied. While he was changing the magazine, Brother Xiao Long jumped up from the ground like a cheetah and rushed towards him.
The strong man reacted quickly. He immediately threw away the rifle without hesitation, took out a small sword with a cold light from behind, and slashed it towards Brother Xiao Long.
Brother Xiao Long leaned back and formed an exaggerated long iron bridge to avoid the blade. The strong man's skills were not bad. He punched Brother Xiao Long in the chest with his left hand.
Brother Xiao Long lost his balance and fell to the ground. The strong man slashed with his sword. At the critical moment, Brother Xiao Long moved very quickly and rolled like a lazy donkey to avoid the attack.
On the other side, the last remaining thug had a ski hat on his head and an M1911 in his hand.
The ski hat heard the wails of his companions and turned around quickly. When he saw the pony knocking his companions unconscious, he raised his pistol.
Fortunately, at this moment, a tall male reporter suddenly plucked up the courage and hit the ski hat's arm hard with the camera in his hand.
The pistol fell to the ground, and the ski hat became furious and kicked the reporter down. Just as he was about to bend down to pick up the pistol, Brother Ma hit him on the thigh with the butt of a submachine gun.
The ski hat groaned and fell to his knees. The pen was stuck tightly, and it was made of pure steel. Pony couldn't break it immediately, so he could only use it as a sledgehammer.
Xiao Ma was about to hit the head of the ski hat again, but this guy suddenly hugged his calf and flipped it over. This was a typical judo technique.
Ski Hat was also a skilled man. With one successful attack, he was unforgiving and immediately had Xiao Ma under him. His hands were like iron pliers, tightly strangling Xiao Ma's neck.
"What are you still doing? Go and help!"
Zhao Yingnan's pupils were filled with blood, and he roared loudly, pushing hard against the few capable men who were protecting her. These men could no longer bear it any longer. Upon hearing this, they rushed over to help.
At this moment, the leader of the strong man was hooked on the calf by Brother Xiao Long and fell to the ground. The two men who rushed up to him pinned him to the ground like a stack of Arhats. No matter how much he screamed and struggled, it was of no avail.
The ski hat was also thrown down by the male reporter who got up. The moment Xiao Ma was out of trouble, he was still lying on the ground and kicked him directly on the chin. The ski hat rolled his eyes and fainted cleanly.
After the crisis passed, Brother Ma gasped, clutched his red and swollen neck, staggered to his feet, and immediately turned to look at Zhao Yingnan.
Immediately, Xiao Ma's eyes were all broken, and in the blink of an eye, Zhao Yingnan had disappeared.
A moment later, the 18th floor of the Westin Chosun Hotel, 1805, executive suite, this room is right next door to Zhao Yingnan.
Zhao Yingnan leaned lazily on the sofa, his expression was surprised and happy, his eyes were full of charm that could not be hidden, but his tone was very joking:
"What? Mr. Wesley, how much trouble have you caused? You are hiding your head and showing your tail. Now you have to hide your eyes secretly when you see me, and you still pretend to be a little old man?"
The surprise attack by a few Japanese thugs downstairs just now was a too small scene for Du Weiguo.
He didn't even bother to take action, he just threw out a pen and helped Xiao Ma out of trouble. The rest, he just watched indifferently.
At this moment, Du Weiguo was tearing off the fake beard around his lips and replied with a smile:
"Hehe, I can't help it. I have too many enemies, Yingnan. I don't want you to be implicated, but I really can't help but want to come and see you, so I have to do this."
At this moment, Du Weiguo had taken off his wig, revealing his short, lean hair, and wiped it on his face a few times, revealing his original facial contours that were as sharp as a knife.
Du Weiguo smiled at her, and Zhao Yingnan looked at the face that she was haunted by dreams. She was instantly filled with joy, and her heartbeat almost exploded, but she still muttered angrily:
"Du Weiguo, if there hadn't been such a mess today, would you still not have planned to show up?"
Du Weiguo smiled playfully, sat down next to Zhao Yingnan, and put his arms around her shoulders:
"How could it be? I've already stepped on it, and I'm planning to come here tonight to steal the fragrance and jade."
Zhao Yingnan was hugged by him, half of his body was numb, but he still gritted his teeth and said:
"Tch, you're still stealing fragrances and jade. Aren't you afraid that I'll treat you like a flower picker and just snap?"
Du Weiguo smiled so blindly that he hooked her white chin with his fingers and glanced at her delicate red lips:
"Are you afraid? So, can't I just come here openly during the day? Boss Megan, it's time to settle my screenwriting fees. Let's pay them directly."
Zhao Yingnan's face turned red and she wanted to be harsh: "Stop, you~~uh~~"
The ecstasy sound that makes one blush and make one's heart beat can only be omitted indefinitely~~
(End of chapter)
