The method to clean up the blood stains is quite simple, just soak it in garlic essential oil.
To be honest, when he heard Lancelot's method, Du Weiguo thought it was very absurd. He looks like a bat, can fly, is afraid of the sun, is sterling silver, and now adds garlic essential oil. Isn't this the legendary vampire? All kinds of taboos?
Is it possible that the blood beast really has an ethnic heritage? Otherwise, where did these decent folklore come from?
According to legend, besides sunlight, vampires fear the cross and holy water most, but Lancelot scoffed at this statement.
This made Du Weiguo have a rough guess in his mind. I am afraid that this is a self-directed and self-acted attempt by the Holy See to forcefully restore respect, or it may be a shameless propaganda change.
Now, all the forces of Hong Kong Island have been mobilized by the case of the Blood Cute, and the materials and manpower are very abundant.
Garlic essential oil is not a rare thing, and the extraction method is quite easy. Before noon, the entire block had been washed.
The smell of garlic was overwhelming, coupled with the stench from the sewers being burned in the early morning, it was simply indescribable. This road also had a new name, Stinky Garlic Street.
After the garlic washed the streets, Lancelot's compass returned to normal, but after the pointer returned to normal, Lancelot's brows frowned even more.
Because of the dark green blood sealed in the pointer, the light has become so dim that it is almost invisible, as if it will go out at any moment.
"Lancelot, what does this mean? Is your piece of shit broken?"
Du Weiguo felt that his cerebral blood vessels were about to explode due to the torture of Lancelot's broken compass, and asked angrily.
Lancelot was equally furious, with veins on his forehead and red head, and he shouted back without showing any signs of weakness:
"Fu*k! Wesley, you idiot, do you still have the nerve to shout? The blood wolf was scared away by you, and the distance is already more than 200 kilometers."
Hong Kong Island is surrounded by the sea and has a limited area. As long as the distance is more than 200 kilometers, no matter which direction you go, it will definitely enter the sea.
Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo was completely furious:
"Damn it! It's broad daylight now, how can the blood beast move? Didn't you say that it is afraid of the sun, even without direct contact?"
Lancelot's face was gloomy and his brows were furrowed. He was too lazy to argue with Du Weiguo anymore. He shook his head and said in a low tone:
"That's right, the blood beast cannot see light. Even if there is no direct contact, it cannot stay in an ultraviolet environment.
Now that this situation has occurred, it may have hidden in the boat and followed it out to sea, or it may have hidden in a cave on an island. "
Du Weiguo gritted his teeth and suppressed his anger and asked: "Then is your compass still pointing accurately?"
A hint of ambiguity flashed in Lancelot's eyes, and he was silent for a while before slowly nodding his head:
"allow."
Good guy, this old Biden, Lancelot, can't even draw a single blood with three whips. He's such a bastard. He can't answer any questions.
Du Weiguo was numb with anger and wanted to punch him in the face:
"Holy shit! So why are we still hanging around here and having sex? Hurry up and give chase. No matter in the world, we will kill this beast today!"
Lancelot's face was expressionless, his eyes were wandering, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Du Weiguo didn't want to be angry with him any more, so he angrily shouted at Reina who was not far away:
"Rena, quickly adjust the helicopter!"
In fact, in the early hours of this morning, Du Weiguo proposed that Reina directly recruit helicopters to pursue the blood beasts.
However, the visibility at that time was too low, and the steering was too flexible when flying. The current helicopter technology and equipment were not good enough and could not keep up. In the end, it was not realized.
An hour later, two of the latest Eagle Army Lynx armed helicopters took off from the Central Station and roared toward the southwest.
However, as the helicopter flew westward, crossed the coastline, and reached the sky above the outlying island, Lancelot's face became more and more ugly, so gloomy that he almost dripped water.
The pointer on the compass was still dim, as if it was going to go out at any moment. Obviously, the distance was not getting closer.
A few dozen kilometers ahead was the high seas. Lancelot raised his hand anxiously and looked at his watch. It was already three-thirty in the afternoon.
You must know that the reaction between the blood of the blood beast and its body has a time limit, and it will only light up 12 hours after it sucks blood.
The blood beast had harmed people around midnight, and as of now, there was not much time left.
Du Weiguo's eyes were sharp. He only glanced at it from a distance and noticed the changes in the compass. Looking at Lancelot's gloomy donkey face, he understood the current situation without asking, and he was immediately burned inside.
Logically speaking, it was almost 3:30 in the morning when Xueli was seriously injured by him and escaped into the sewer, less than 2 hours before dawn.
The blood wolf's wings were injured by pure silver bullets, and later it was hit by silver bead grenades and incendiary bombs. Even if it could barely fly again, its speed would be greatly reduced.
For it to be able to travel such a long distance in such a short period of time, it was most likely that it escaped on a vehicle, and the vehicle was most likely to be a sea ship.
Most of the normal ocean ferries' speed in offshore areas will not exceed 20 knots. If converted, it is probably within 30 kilometers per hour.
The latest Lynx helicopter equipped by the Eagle Army can cruise at a stable speed of 200 miles. In theory, it only takes one hour to catch up.
However, judging from the current results, Du Weiguo and the others must have made a miscalculation. The cunning beast Xue Li most likely went to sea on a large fly (smuggling ship).
The current speeds on the sea of Hong Kong Island are not as abnormal as the 80 knots of later generations, but the speed can still reach more than 45 knots (85 miles).
Dafei's fuel tanks are usually specially made. When the fuel tank is exhausted, it can run at least a thousand kilometers.
It was now 3 o'clock in the afternoon. If the Xueli had set off before dawn, according to Da Fei's speed, he would have traveled at least several hundred kilometers, far exceeding the helicopter's limit range.
Sure enough, after continuing to fly for a certain distance in the southwest direction, when it was about to enter the open sea, the pilot made a signal that he must return immediately.
The propellers roared and the noise in the cabin was deafening. Reina leaned close to Du Weiguo's ear, pushed him gently, and roared:
"Wesley, there is not enough fuel left in the plane. We must return now."
Du Weiguo didn't speak, his face was livid, his teeth were chattering, his eyes were filled with evil fire, and he looked unwillingly at the vast sea below.
Even with Du Weiguo's eyesight, he could only see endless waves and nothing else within his field of vision.
After a while, the fuel tank reserve reached the warning line, the warning light in the cabin came on, and the pilot gestured anxiously, urging Reina.
He was not stupid and didn't dare to turn around directly. He also knew that the stern-faced young man in the cabin was the evil spirit. If he didn't nod his head, if he dared to turn around privately, he would probably be embarrassed on the spot.
But now we really have to return home, otherwise we will have to make an emergency landing in the wilderness. This is an extremely dangerous behavior. If it is not done well, the aircraft will be destroyed and everyone will be killed.
There is a misconception that helicopters can land in any open space. In fact, helicopters have very high requirements for landing sites.
Especially for heavy armed helicopters like Bobcat, the slope cannot exceed 5 degrees, otherwise, it will be extremely easy to roll over.
Reina had no choice but to bite her lips and shouted again:
"Wesley, we must return!"
Du Weiguo did not pay attention to Reina immediately, but looked at Lancelot with fierce eyes. The old handsome boy's eyes were also full of resentment, but he was helpless. In the end, he could only shake his head dejectedly.
Paralyzed, the duck that reached the mouth flew away!
Incompetent and furious, Du Weiguo was so angry that his lungs were about to explode, but there was nothing he could do. He could only turn his arm angrily with a dark face.
"Buzz~" The helicopter quickly turned around and headed back towards Hong Kong Island.
Four days later, in the early morning, Linggu Cemetery, Sai Pine Road, Tsuen Wan, New Territories.
This is Hong Kong Island's premier private garden cemetery. It has a quiet environment, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and has excellent feng shui. Those buried here are either rich or noble.
On the top of the mountain, there is a newly built black yellow granite tombstone. This is the resting place of Pang Xiaoqing. Du Weiguo is dressed in black, with a solemn expression and sad eyes.
"Xiaoqing, I'm sorry, I failed you. Before your first seven days, I couldn't help you get revenge, but don't worry.
Even if this beast of blood is reduced to poverty and hell, I will definitely dig it out and crush its bones into ashes. "
After speaking, Du Weiguo slowly squatted down and gently placed a bunch of lilies in front of her tomb. He also reached out and brushed a few strands of dust on the tombstone, his movements gentle, like stroking the ends of a lover's hair.
Pang Xiaoqing never thought about receiving the tenderness from Du Weiguo during his lifetime, but he got it after his death. It can only be said that things are unpredictable and fate plays tricks on people.
Du Weiguo just squatted in front of her tomb, like a statue, motionless, and he didn't know how long it had been.
Moran walked up to him and gently put his hands on his shoulders. His tone was calm but full of power:
"Wei Guo, cheer up. You are the backbone of so many of us. If you collapse, our sky will collapse."
Zhao Yingnan also came over. Her eyes were red, but she suppressed her grief and spoke in a sonorous tone:
"Du Weiguo, stand up and stop acting like a child. Xiaoqing's revenge is still waiting for you!"
Du Weiguo stood up slowly, with a calm face, and gently patted the two women's shoulders:
"Don't worry, I'm fine. I just remembered some past events and was dazed for a while. Let's go down the mountain."
In front of Xiaoqing's tomb on the top of the mountain, there were only three of them, Du Weiguo, but there was a large group of people waiting in the square at the entrance of the cemetery.
The first ones are Reina, Philip, Uncle Jiu, Lancelot, Lei Luo, Huo Xian, Bao Xian, and the three giants of the Hong Kong community headed by Zhen Guolong.
In the back row is a group of three: Tsukamoto Akahu, Ma Wu, Xiao Ma, Tang Li, Mad Bull, Gao Jin, and Yixian Tian. Even Interpol James came over from the headquarters. It is a gathering of heroes.
These people are not unknown people. If you pick one at random, they are all big bosses who can make all the difference.
Together with their bodyguards, horsemen, subordinates, etc., there are about 200 of them, and they are all not good. They are all dressed in black, with bulging bags on their waists, with cold expressions and amazing aura.
Many of these people have nothing to do with each other, and they even hate each other. Basically, they will never be in the same frame.
Now that they are gathered together, it seems a bit absurd that Guan Gong and Qin Qiong are gathering together. Of course, they are all here for Du Weiguo's sake.
It was all the connections and resources that Du Weiguo had built on Hong Kong Island. Among them, Mo Lan and Tang Li came from Pattaya with Zhao Yingnan to express their condolences to Pang Xiaoqing.
Today, the market in Pattaya is getting bigger and bigger, and the Hantang Group has grown into a behemoth.
Although Moran has always been hidden behind the scenes and reclusive, her mystery is only relative to ordinary people.
As long as her status reaches a certain level, it is not difficult to find out her relationship or even the relationship between her and Du Weiguo.
At least the people present knew it clearly. Since they couldn't hide it, they simply stopped hiding it. Showing off openly and openly could also be regarded as a show of muscles!
Du Weiguo walked in front of everyone, his feet were straight, he cupped his fists and bowed deeply, his tone was calm:
"Thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedule to attend my sister's funeral."
Yes, Pang Xiaoqing finally got the title of Du Weiguo's sister. I don't know if she would have died in peace if she had known about it.
To this day, no one dares to show off in front of Du Weiguo and all return the favor. A group of big guys from various fields bow their heads in unison. This scene is rare to see.
Du Weiguo was in a low mood at the moment and was not in the mood to show off in front of others. He changed the subject and said, "Triss, Megan, please take our family back to wait for me first."
Du Weiguo said he came from his family, referring to Tsukamoto Chihu, Ma Wu, Xiao Ma, Tang Li, Mad Bull, Gao Jin, and Yixian Tian. These people are all his direct descendants.
Mo Lan has a capable temperament, and Du Weiguo introduced these people to her one after another. After hearing the instructions, he didn't even say a word nonsense, just nodded, and left with these people.
After Moran and the others left, Du Weiguo walked up to the remaining bosses and began to call their names one by one:
"Brother Guolong, brother ex, and brother Zhixiong are interested. I will have tea with you another day. Mr. Huo and Mr. Bao, you are all busy people. Thank you very much. Please come back today. I will visit you someday to say thank you."
"No, no, Mr. Wesley is too polite, my condolences~~"
These people were all fine people. Knowing that Du Weiguo was giving an order to expel guests, they quickly turned around and left with a few polite words.
Du Weiguo was quite polite to Hong Kong Island Police Commissioner Philip today. After all, he is the top brother of the Hong Kong Island Police Force and it is necessary to surround him.
"Director Phillip, I have offended you many times before. Thank you for attending today. From now on, whenever you can use me, just speak up."
Phillip understands and speaks Chinese, but he is far from as fluent as Reina. Seeing Du Weiguo being so polite, he was a little flattered, and imitated others and returned the greeting:
"Mr. Wesley, you are too polite. You are the anchor of Hong Kong Island's security. Without your intervention this time, we would not be able to drive the devil, the Bloody Crab, away from Hong Kong Island~"
Which pot won’t be opened?
Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo's face suddenly sank, and Reina sighed in her heart, wishing she could kick Phillip away.
It's not that Philip's emotional intelligence is low, it's just that he doesn't fully understand the Eastern way of thinking, or that he doesn't understand Du Weiguo.
In his opinion, being able to drive away such a terrifying blood beast that looked like a devil from hell was a great achievement, and he had achieved his goal.
But for Du Weiguo, he was so filled with hatred that he was about to explode on the spot for not being able to punish the bloody demon, crush his bones and ashes, and avenge Xiaoqing.
Reina was worried that Du Weiguo would go crazy, so she quickly jumped out to smooth things over:
"Director Phillip, please go back to the headquarters first. Aren't you going to host a meeting today? The time is almost up."
"Oh, oh, okay, bye, Mr. Wesley."
Phillip was not stupid. One look at Du Weiguo's face and he knew that he had said the wrong thing. He hurriedly left and ran away in a hurry.
Du Weiguo breathed out slowly, his eyes suddenly turned to Lei Luo, and asked coldly:
"Is Lardboy dead?"
Caught off guard by Du Weiguo's cold gaze, Lei Luo instantly felt like his neck was being strangled by invisible hands, and he almost sat down on the ground.
Lei Luo's face turned pale, his teeth chattered, and he held on and said:
"Wei, Mr. Wesley, all of Lardboy's net worth has been transferred to Kunpeng Pictures' account. Please let him live~"
Du Weiguo's eyes narrowed and his voice was sharp:
"Lei Luo, do you think what I said is nonsense? I said, if he doesn't die, you will die."
Upon hearing this, Uncle Jiu and Reina were shocked at the same time. Just as they were about to speak to persuade, Lei Luo suddenly groaned and vomited a mouthful of dripping blood.
Immediately, blood flowed out from the corners of his eyes, nose, and ears at the same time. His seven orifices were bleeding, and he collapsed softly to the ground.
The moment Lei Luo groaned, Lancelot and Uncle Jiu looked at Night Dire squatting next to Du Weiguo almost at the same time. In the black dog's eyes, a blood-red fierce light flashed across.
Uncle Jiu and Lancelot's senses were both very strong. When Night Dire launched a mental attack just now, they both sensed it.
This weird and sharp method kills people invisible, even more terrifying than the blood beast. Uncle Jiu's eyes are full of fear, but Lancelot's more emotion is anger.
Since this black dog possesses such a magical ability similar to spiritual puncture, if Du Weiguo hadn't acted impatiently without authorization.
Instead, they work together. Once they find the right opportunity and cooperate properly, they will definitely be able to kill the blood beast with one blow.
Lei Luo was on the ground, his body twitching violently, and he was about to die. He was a powerful man, a five-billion-dollar detective, and the emperor of the Hong Kong Black Gold Empire.
In front of Du Weiguo, he was like a wild dog. He didn't even bother to take action himself, and was about to die a violent death.
Several of Lei Luo's confidants were present. They were frightened by this strange scene and panicked. They wanted to come over to check, but they were afraid of Du Weiguo and hesitated.
"Wesley, you~"
Reina couldn't help but was about to speak out to dissuade her, but Du Weiguo's eyes glanced at her lightly, not fiercely, and even unusually calm.
Just like the calm before the storm, the pressure was like a mountain and the sea. Reina was suffocated and felt that the air around her had been sucked out. When the words came to her lips, she choked them back. (End of chapter)
