Late at night, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, the Mandarin Oriental Hotel in Bangkok has a penthouse suite with an extremely spacious luxurious bed.
The clouds had cleared and the rain had dispersed. Mo Lan's face was like a flower, like a Persian cat. He curled up lazily in Du Weiguo's arms and used his fingers to gently draw circles on his strong chest.
Seeing Du Weiguo's body covered in scars and miserable, Mo Lan's heart was cut by a knife, and he couldn't help but show a touch of pity in his eyes.
The name of the Evil God resounds throughout the sky, and it is extremely majestic, but who knows how much danger is hidden behind this majestic reputation.
I wanted to repeat the same old tune and persuade Du Weiguo to stop immediately, but I sighed secretly and finally held back.
Moran's voice was lazy and hoarse:
"So, Wesley, you want me to come forward and invest in the ocean-going fleet under Bao Yugang's name?"
Du Weiguo nodded, gently rubbed Mo Lan's smooth shoulders, and said in a slightly tired tone:
"Well, Bao Yugang's fleet is a top-quality asset, and his business vision is also very unique. This investment is guaranteed to make a profit.
I will go to HSBC tomorrow and transfer 30 million US dollars to you. The remaining money will be used to assist Huo Wei and form a combat unit as soon as possible. "
Moran was very perceptive. When he heard this, his fingers froze instantly, his brows furrowed, and his tone became solemn:
"So urgent? Wesley, didn't you plan to use the follow-up profits from Mr. Kui to raise troops? Did something happen again?"
Mo Lan is such a sharp girl. At the slightest sign of trouble, she can immediately get a glimpse of the door from the clues, and she can't even hide it.
Du Weiguo shook his head helplessly, turned over and sat up, picked up the cigarette case beside the bed, lit one, and said in a melancholy voice:
"Nothing has changed, it's just that I figured out something recently."
Moran's eyes flickered: "What's the matter?"
Du Weiguo exhaled the smoke and said in a faint tone:
"Money has to be spent and turned into a real force as soon as possible. If you keep it in your hands and cling to it, it is just a pile of meaningless waste paper."
Moran also sat up and asked sharply:
"Du Weiguo, do you think our power is too weak? We don't have the ability to withstand pressure, so you want to make your plate bigger?"
Du Weiguo gritted his teeth, put his arm around Mo Lan, and said in an exaggerated tone:
"Molan, are you a roundworm in my belly? Or have you suddenly awakened to the ability to read minds? Look, I'm getting goosebumps."
Mo Lan tilted his head, leaned on Du Weiguo's shoulder, took the cigarette butt from his hand, took a puff, looked at his slender white fingers, and asked coldly:
"Du Weiguo, am I getting old?"
"Hmm~"
Du Weiguo was stunned by such an abrupt and out-of-character question. He was stunned for a few seconds before he reacted and scolded angrily:
"Molan, what are you talking about?"
Moran sighed, with a sad expression and a vicissitudes of tone:
"Du Weiguo, I am already 28 years old. I really feel that I am getting older. My mood is getting worse every day. I am cautious and cautious, seeking stability in everything. My skills have also deteriorated.
When we were eating just now, you must have noticed that I couldn't stop the chopstick that Ellie shot out, so that's why I took action. "
Good guy, I'm afraid my acting skills have deteriorated. I was actually overshadowed by Mo Lan, a drama queen. Du Weiguo couldn't laugh or cry:
"Molan, are you crazy? I told you that Ellie is a person with abilities. Do you understand what a person with abilities is?
As the name suggests, this type of person has abilities beyond the scope of human beings. They are non-human beings. How can you compare with her? "
Moran glanced at him sideways and asked softly:
"Du Weiguo, you are also an ability user, and your ability is much better than hers. The two guys you took to the Triangle before are not ordinary people either. You are more powerful than them, right?"
To this day, Du Weiguo's performance has actually surpassed the limits of human beings, and he cannot hide it from the extremely keen Moran.
It's just that everyone has always tacitly understood it and has not broken through this layer of window paper. Denial is meaningless. Du Weiguo admitted it honestly:
"Well, I am indeed a capable person, and I am a little more powerful than them."
"Alas~"
Mo Lan just sighed and looked lonely, but said nothing more. Du Weiguo instantly understood how she felt at the moment.
There is a slight sense of inferiority. The gap between them is too big. They are so different from each other that they are no longer in the same world.
Du Weiguo smiled, put his arms around Mo Lan's slim waist, and gently rubbed her shoulders with the stubble on her chin:
"Molan, are you thinking wrong? The so-called ability users only have some abilities that are different from ordinary people, and they are essentially just ordinary people.
They all have to eat, drink, defecate, live, grow old, sick and die, they all have weaknesses, they all have different emotions and desires, and they all feel like they have been shot and belched and caught cold.
Even if I wasn't knocked down by you when I was in Baoshan, speaking of which, I still have to thank you for not killing me. "
Seeing Du Weiguo's relief, Mo Lan's face brightened slightly, but his voice was still muffled:
"Are there many people with abilities like you?"
She almost blurted out the word monster just now, but luckily she held it back, but Du Weiguo didn't take it seriously.
To put it bluntly, people with abilities are indeed monsters. Although this sounds unpleasant, it is an indisputable fact and irrefutable.
Du Weiguo shook his head:
"Not many, and I don't know the total number in existence, but the number is indeed rare, a few thousand at most, maybe even less."
"Thousands of people? So few?"
Moran looked very surprised. You must know that the current global population is almost 4 billion. According to the number Du Weiguo said, the ratio is almost one in a few million, which is absolutely rare.
Du Weiguo nodded:
"Well, that's about right. People with abilities are indeed very rare. Among them, people with special vision like me, Huo Wei, and Ellie are the most common."
Moran's face was full of disbelief, and he frowned and asked:
"Du Weiguo, you are so powerful, with all your abilities, but you are just a person with excellent eyesight?"
Du Weiguo took the cigarette from her hand and never smoked it. The ash had already accumulated for a long time. He flicked it gently and took a deep sip:
"Although vision is the most common, it is also the most practical. It can see farther and slower. People like me can also see at night. Super sharpshooters who occasionally appear in the military are all people with this kind of ability."
Mo Lan's curiosity was aroused and he said with great interest: "Du Weiguo, how far can you see and how slow can you see?"
Du Weiguo crushed his cigarette butt, smacked his lips, and said in a casual tone: "Well, my farsightedness and dynamic vision are about ten times that of ordinary people."
"Hiss~"
Moran is a discerning person and immediately realized the horror in it, speaking in an excited tone:
"10 times, Superman! Good guy, can you even catch bullets with your bare hands?"
Du Weiguo slapped her on the butt hard and scolded angrily:
"Are you thinking about shit? You're catching bullets with your bare hands. Even if your eyes can keep up, your body can't keep up. Isn't that just looking for death?"
Du Weiguo was indeed not talking nonsense. Even with his current superhuman agility attributes, his nerve reflexes still couldn't keep up with dynamic vision.
It is impossible to catch bullets with bare hands, but it is not a big problem to avoid bullets when the distance is more than 30 meters.
"It hurts~"
Mo Lan was half-truthful and half-false, crying out in pain with both anger and strangeness. His eyes were moving and seductive. This goblin made Du Weiguo feel angry. He directly held her in his arms and kissed her~~
The next day, in the early morning, the sky was just getting brighter. When Mo Lan opened his eyes, Du Weiguo had disappeared.
Du Daguan was very busy. First he went to HSBC Bank in downtown Bangkok and transferred US$30 million from his account to Moran.
By the way, Du Weiguo's current total deposits in overseas banks have reached a terrifying amount of more than 276 million US dollars.
Among them, more than 40 million yuan is the preparation fund for the Guyana Free Trade Zone, and another 100 million yuan was just received yesterday afternoon.
No need to ask, this is undoubtedly the money Bourne paid to buy his life. Hey, this old silver coin is timid. Of course, it may just be his delaying strategy.
After all, money is just a simple number to him. Even a terrifying astronomical figure is still not worth mentioning to him.
And this money may not be just for beating a dog. Once Du Weiguo dies, all his wealth will be swallowed up by the Freemasons.
There is no doubt that they have the full ability and means to fully achieve this step.
However, these are just assumptions, and it is still unclear who will win in the future. After all, Du Weiguo is also a son of destiny blessed by the system, and he has the power to fight.
At the moment, Du Weiguo has a cash flow of US$200 million on hand, as well as gold worth almost US$80 million.
Coupled with the properties in Guyana and Pattaya, his current net worth, combined, is definitely not less than 600 million US dollars, equivalent to nearly 5 billion Hong Kong dollars.
You know, this is 1967, and the future richest man in Hong Kong, Li Chaoren, only has a net worth of over 100 million.
In a word, the current Du Daguan people are inhumane.
Moreover, Pattaya and Kuiya are two money trees. If they can make money on the ground, their wealth will inevitably increase exponentially year by year. It won't take long for Du Weiguo to be as rich as any other country.
After leaving the bank, Du Weiguo went to the black market in Bangkok alone and purchased a batch of canned beef from the US military.
Although the quality is not as good as the cans customized by MI6, it has enough oil and salt and the ingredients are solid, so it is still a good choice.
Du Weiguo was seriously injured on Sumatra Island before and narrowly escaped death. The useless skill of self-healing has exhausted the stock in the space.
This is a necessary life-saving reserve. It cannot be vague and must be replenished as soon as possible.
After finishing these things, Du Weiguo took Ellie and Nightmare and drove to Kamphaeng Phet House, which lasted 4 hours.
It wasn't until the afternoon that we finally arrived at the historic and luxurious manor controlled by Kuncha in the northern suburbs of Kamphaeng Phet.
When we get here, the straight-line distance from Kunca's hometown of Langliang Town is about 700 kilometers. If Du Weiguo is willing, he can get there in a blink of an eye.
Even if according to common sense, with his terrifying footsteps, he can rush to the Triangle overnight and go straight to Huanglong, which is an ideal place to shock.
Presumably, when Kun Za receives this news, he will definitely feel uneasy, as if something is stuck in his throat, and he will be able to make better and faster decisions.
Laisha is the leader of Kuntsa's escort team. He is not here usually. The person in charge is a dark and thin old man with an unattractive appearance named Songpashan.
He had received Du Weiguo before, so he naturally knew that this young man with a cheerful face and seemingly harmless appearance was the famous evil god, so he naturally did not dare to neglect him.
Du Weiguo behaved quite kindly, and was not arrogant, as if he was dragging him to the tune of 2,500,000 yuan.
He just asked Sompashan in a gentle voice to invite the Sichuan cook from before to prepare dinner for him. Well, he also asked him to prepare more meat.
Songpa Shan is a man who is good at maneuvering and has a sharp eye. After being entrusted, he also put a lot of thought into the dinner, except for Du Weiguo's favorite Sichuan cuisine.
He also specially bought two rare wild sheep and asked the chef to cook them by roasting them in an earthen oven. They were charred on the outside and tender on the inside, golden in color, and fragrant. He really gained a wave of favor from the Night Dire.
At night, everything was silent, and Du Weiguo's room was dark. He lay quietly on the large mahogany bed and clicked on the system template.
Character: Du Weiguo
Age: 24 years old
Physique: 21.4
Strength: 19.6
Agility: 23.8
Active skills:
Fighting: Level 4
Shooting: Level 5
Driving: Level 4
Scouting: Level 3
Reasoning: Level 3
Swimming: Level 3
Passive skill:
Advanced super vision
Advanced self-healing
Advanced psychic barrier
Special Skills:
Elementary teleportation
Free skill points: 6 points
In a bloody battle on Sumatra Island, Du Weiguo killed three ability users and more than a hundred pirates, and gained a total of 4 free skill points, of which Thunderstorm alone provided 2 points.
In other words, this guy is even more valuable than the Predator. At that time, it was because he had collected enough skill points necessary for upgrading. After weighing the balance, Ellie was spared a small life.
Now, Du Weiguo is in trouble again. The trouble of happiness, which skill should be upgraded?
He can now upgrade three advanced skills: vision, self-healing, and psychic barrier. According to the rules of the system, this upgrade will definitely lead to a qualitative change in skills.
First of all, super vision is excluded. The skill that comes with this time travel is very strong, but it is enough for now. If it is improved again, the physical quality cannot match it, and the vision is high but the hand is weak.
Originally, Du Weiguo had already thought about upgrading his spiritual barrier, but the experience of nearly being beheaded by the Arc Owl in this battle with Thunderstorm left him with lingering fears.
After Lei Bao transformed, his physical attributes, strength, speed, reaction, and destructive power all overwhelmed him.
Although it lasted only a short time, the feeling of oppression was like an overwhelming force, making it impossible to resist.
When faced with an arc attack, he couldn't see it, couldn't reach it, his body couldn't keep up, and he couldn't dodge even if he wanted to. After learning from the painful experience, Du Weiguo now wants to upgrade his self-healing skills.
After all, self-healing corresponds to physical attributes, which is the basis of everything. The only point of hesitation is that Du Weiguo is worried that if he becomes a body of steel after self-healing, he will be out of line.
There was a movie in later generations called "Superman Hancock", in which Hancock was the Man of Steel, but he couldn't be intimate with a woman.
King Du Hai is now an expert in flowers and fish ponds are deep and scattered all over the place. He definitely can't be a monk. Even if he wants to, his warblers and swallows can't do it!
There is no need to question the system's father's urinary properties. It has been four years since Du Weiguo traveled through time. He has sex frequently. Except for Little Aries, no one else has ever used a small umbrella.
But until now, Du Weiguo didn't even have a queen. It was most likely that he was copied by a restricted gene. In the vernacular, he was called a queen.
Therefore, it is entirely possible for the system father to directly perform a supernatural castration on him.
While he was hesitating, Du Weiguo suddenly felt a sharp stab in his stomach, like countless steel needles exploding in his stomach. The pain was indescribable, like heart-breaking and liver-cutting, and even he couldn't help shouting.
"Uh-huh~"
At the same time, the painful roar of Night Dire suddenly came to my mind: "It hurts!"
"What the fuck, I've been tricked! This old silver coin Songpa Shan poisoned me!"
Although Du Weiguo was in excruciating pain and his scalp was numb, his mind was still clear. When he heard Nightmare's cries of pain, he immediately realized that Songpashan, the smiling tiger, must have added spices to his dinner.
But with his physique and self-healing skills, it stands to reason that he should be invulnerable to all poisons. Even if he can't bear it, Night Dire can definitely bear it, right?
You know, Night Dire has the dual attributes of animals and plants, and can also heal itself. It is really invulnerable to all poisons, cold and cold, and can't even withstand it. What kind of poison is this?
His abdomen hurt like a knife, and his vision turned black. Du Weiguo couldn't help vomiting a mouthful of black blood. A flash of light flashed in his mind, and he squeezed out two words from between his teeth.
"Lower your head!"
Falling head, Gumantong, and Yinpai are known as the three major evil arts in Siam, and falling head is the first among them, with a long history.
The Siamese head-dropping technique can be divided into medicine-dropping, flying-dropping and ghost-dropping. Among them, ghost-dropping is simply nonsense. When chatting, Uncle Jiu and Hanwen both said that there is no such thing.
But medicine drop and flying drop are real. Medicine drop can be simply understood as the least technical poisoning, while flying drop is an upgraded version of medicine drop.
Through some unique and weird means, the wizard can remotely control the onset of drug drop. To put it bluntly, the head drop thing is poisoning, a living biological toxin, or to put it more simply, it is a poison.
Investigating its root cause, the head-dropping technique actually evolved from the voodoo technique of the Miao border in China. The voodoo is a poisonous insect. It is such a living creature. It’s no wonder that self-healing skills and night-dreams can’t withstand it.
At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly kicked open. Du Weiguo suppressed the severe pain and struggled to get up. A cold light flashed in his hand, and a evil spirit shuttle flew toward the door with a hiss.
"Pfft, ding~"
With a dull gunshot, the evil shuttle was shot into the air, and Ellie shouted anxiously:
"Sir, it's me, Ellie, I heard you shout."
"Pfft~"
Ai Li was fine. Du Weiguo was surprised and happy. He vomited out another mouthful of black blood, covered his stomach, and stood up with force.
Seeing his appearance, Ellie's eyes flickered: "Mr. Wesley, what are you doing?"
Du Weiguo didn't hide anything and replied in a hoarse voice: "Poisoned."
While speaking, Du Weiguo couldn't help but vomited out another mouthful of black blood, and his body shook a bit. Ellie swallowed subconsciously, and her tone was flustered:
"Poisoned? Sir, what should we do now?"
Du Weiguo raised his head, his eyes were filled with fire, his voice was hoarse and his tone was gloomy:
"Ellie, kill everyone in the manor!" (End of Chapter)
