At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the wind was sunny and the breeze was gentle, Baishawan Villa, the landscape garden facing the sea.
The appalling drinking party at noon was finally over. Three people and one dog showed off most of the cow and 76 bottles of black mist.
The drinking game ended with Du Weiguo's overall victory. Su Li and Lancelot were cut off one after another, leaving him alone and awake.
Ever since the half-grown children of the Evil Gods left Hong Kong Island and went to Guyana, no one had lived in this villa and it was completely vacant.
However, Ma Wu always has someone to take care of it carefully, so the windows are bright and clean, and the garden looks extremely tidy.
Beside the wall on the east side of the yard, there is a tall autumn maple planted with luxuriant branches and leaves in various shapes. The afternoon sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves.
Under the shade of a tree, Du Weiguo was leaning on a lounge chair and smoking. He turned his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at the blue sea and sky in the distance.
In such a picturesque and quiet afternoon, one should be enjoying the time leisurely, but Du Weiguo was frowning, his face was as dark as water, and he was worried.
When he was chatting with Lancelot just now, although he said firmly, he speculated that the danger perception came from the blood beasts that might still be stranded on Hong Kong Island.
But in fact, Du Weiguo was a little unsure. After all, Allens' sudden arrival on Hong Kong Island this time was definitely a disaster rather than a blessing.
There is a strong smell of conspiracy hidden in it that cannot be dispelled, and one has to be careful to guard against it.
Even if Du Weiguo really guesses Allen's purpose, there is no guarantee that the old silver coin will not kill rabbits while completing the main task, and kill his idea by the way.
After all, he is now the number two person on the CIA's black list. Even if the CIA's second-in-command takes risks and uses himself as bait to deal with him, it is completely justified.
The most terrible thing is that if the old silver coin is really coming to him, then in addition to the CIA, it is very likely that the Freemasons are also involved.
The Noah Legion under the Freemasons is all composed of superpowers. They are so powerful and cunning that Du Weiguo is very afraid of them.
Any superpower that can be converted into aggression is fatal and should not be underestimated. If you are not careful, it will capsize the boat in the gutter, so you must treat it with caution.
What's more, they all come in groups, and a good tiger cannot fight a pack of wolves. Previously on Sumatra Island, Du Weiguo was almost killed by a thunderstorm, and he was still frightened.
Press the gourd to float the scoop! This is the true portrayal of Du Weiguo at the moment.
Before the blood wolf has been killed, and Xiaoqing's revenge has not yet been avenged, new troubles are already piled in front of him, and there is really no peace for a moment.
At this moment, Du Weiguo's ears suddenly twitched rapidly, his eyes tightened suddenly, and the Nightmare who was napping at his feet also turned over.
Du Weiguo flicked the cigarette butt and stood up slowly. His eyes were like knives and he looked across the sea in the southwest direction, where Central is located.
Just now, a loud noise came from that direction, which sounded like a violent explosion. Although it was dozens of kilometers away and separated by a strait, it was still caught by Du Weiguo's ears.
Since System Dad helped Du Weiguo upgrade his self-healing skills, his other five senses besides vision have also been significantly improved.
Among them, the improvement in hearing is the most obvious, and it has been infinitely close to the standard of capable people, no less than ordinary dogs.
It was too far away, and even with Du Weiguo's extraordinary eyesight, he couldn't see anything. He reached out and rubbed the thin stubble on his chin, and said to himself with interest:
"It's interesting. Looking at this direction, the explosion should have occurred near the Government House. If it was really the KGB.
Well, this new guy named Vasily is really brave and tough. Tsk, is this guy really not afraid of triggering a world war? . "
"Ling ring ring~"
After the explosion, less than a minute later, the landline phone in the living room of the villa started ringing crazily, non-stop and very fast.
Du Weiguo curled up the corner of his mouth with a teasing expression, walked over slowly, picked up the phone unhurriedly, and said in a calm tone:
"Hello, I'm Wesley."
As expected, Reina's urgent voice came from the other side of the phone: "Wesley, I'm Reina, you're at home~"
Du Weiguo sneered:
"Oh, of course, Director Reina, I have been staying at home obediently and not going anywhere. Besides, I still have time to witness. Lancelot stays with me. You just need to relax."
Reina was choked, but when she heard Du Weiguo's voice, she was obviously relieved:
"Wesley, don't worry too much. There was a self-destruction incident just in front of the Government House. This is a terrorist incident, but it also involves an extremely serious diplomatic incident. I don't want you to be involved, it will be very troublesome~"
Du Weiguo smacked his lips, lit another cigarette, exhaled the smoke, and asked casually:
"So, Director Reina, that indifferent bastard Ali Tulie, was he killed by the bomb?"
Upon hearing this, Reina on the other end of the phone took a deep breath subconsciously. She never expected that Du Weiguo's information would be so well-informed and accurate.
Almost as soon as the explosion occurred, the target of the attack could be accurately called, and this was even while passing over her.
Even Su Li could find out the news that Ali Tulie had secretly sneaked into Hong Kong Island. Naturally, it was impossible for him to hide it from Reina.
However, she didn't mention this news to Du Weiguo. She obviously concealed it deliberately, and there was nothing she could do about it.
After all, she is the person in charge of MI6, and she is naturally opposed to Du Weiguo in terms of her attitude towards some things.
After her little idea was exposed on the spot, Reina's voice became weak and her tone became a little stuttering: "Wei, Wesley, this matter~~"
As expected, Du Weiguo was not angry about what happened in Qingli, and interrupted her with a half-smile: "
Okay, Raina, you don’t need to explain this matter, you can understand it. After all, you are the director of MI6, and you have different positions. You have to say whoever is in charge of the job. "
Reina's tone was a little emotional: "Thank you, Wesley~"
Du Weiguo suddenly changed the topic and directly interrupted her rambling:
"So, Raina, is it not convenient for you to tell me the specific situation of the situation? Is Ali Tolie dead?"
Reina was silent for a moment, then lowered her voice and replied dryly:
"Three minutes ago, a self-explosion attack occurred in the back alley of Government House. Two people were killed and five were injured. The person killed was Ali Toure's stand-in, and he himself escaped."
Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo's brows immediately rose, like a sword being unsheathed, and his tone became stern:
"Well, you ran away? Where did you go? Citi Consulate?"
Reina seemed to have accepted her fate and sighed:
"No, the news I have received so far is that Ali Tolie just fled in the direction of the Sai Wan Pier in a car."
Du Weiguo briefly went through the topography of Hong Kong Island in his mind and sneered:
"Sai Wan Pier? Haha, this bastard wants to escape at sea. So, Reina, what is your attitude towards him? It's none of your business, just hang it up high?"
Reina was very happy this time:
"Yes, my attitude is very simple. As long as I can ensure that Allens can leave Hong Kong Island smoothly and safely, I don't care at all about Ali Tulie's life or death."
Du Weiguo's lips curled up: "Okay, it's up to you."
Reina seemed to have something to say: "Wesley~~"
"Bell~~"
At this moment, the satellite phone in Du Weiguo's arms suddenly rang. With a thought in his mind, he hung up on Reina without saying a word.
After connecting to the satellite phone, a rich man's voice came from the other side. He spoke Chinese. Although it was relatively fluent, it had a strong accent.
This is the consistent characteristic of the Russian secret service. The innate tongue-picking accent is too stubborn, and in terms of language talent, it is more or less at a disadvantage.
"Hello, hello, is this Mr. Wesley in person?"
Upon hearing this highly recognizable voice, Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows and immediately became interested, already knowing that he had roughly guessed the identity of the other party.
It must be the fresh-faced Vasily from the KGB that Su Li mentioned. For them, with their vast powers, it is not difficult to find Du Weiguo's satellite phone number.
"Yes, I am Wesley, who are you?"
The man's voice was calm, but his tone was very respectful:
"Hello, Your Excellency Wesley, I am Vasily Makarov, Chief of the Special Operations Division of the Security Council."
"Director of Special Operations?"
Hearing this familiar job title, Du Weiguo couldn't help but be startled, somewhat amused. When he first joined the Special Service Division of the 49th City, his position was the Director of the Special Operations Division.
"Yes, it is consistent with the position you once held. Unfortunately, I am far from as brave and invincible as you. I am very ashamed.
By the way, Sir Wesley, what was your codename when you served in the Secret Service? Sorry, my Chinese is not good, so I can't remember it for a while. "
Du Weiguo's lips curled up. He hadn't encountered such a pure spy in a long time. This was a relatively simple interrogation and a step in confirming his identity.
Although his origin is not particularly secret, not everyone can recognize his nickname in the Secret Service.
If you are not a professional in intelligence, you will not be able to find it at all. Anyway, top intelligence brokers at Su Li's level will have to go to great lengths to find it.
Du Weiguo didn't hide anything, he spoke openly and openly:
"When I was hanging around in Forty-Nine City, my code name was King of Hell. Director Vasily, let's stop talking and explain your job responsibilities."
Vasily's tone was calm and methodical, which was very consistent with the character of a special service agent:
"Okay, Mr. Wesley, our Special Operations Division was just established at the beginning of the year and is specifically responsible for emergencies in the Middle East."
"Well, emergencies in the Middle East?"
"Yes, Your Excellency Wesley, the East Turkestan Organization to which Ali Tolie belongs is also classified by us as being in the Middle East. I came to Hong Kong Island this time specifically to deal with him."
Vasily spoke very straightforwardly, spoke openly and answered all questions without covering up anything, which was very in line with Du Weiguo's temperament.
"So, Director Vasily, the purpose of your coming to Hong Kong Island this time is to arrest him?"
"Yes, capturing Ali Tolie is the first priority. However, if the arrest cannot be carried out, killing him is the first priority."
Speaking of this, Vasily's tone revealed a hint of solemnity. Hey, he is decisive in killing and knows how to adapt, which is more to Du Weiguo's taste.
"So, the self-destruction near Government House just now was carried out by you?"
Vasily's tone was unusually calm:
"Well, I planned the action. The person who carried out the self-destruction was a naturalized subordinate of Ali Tolie. Those who were killed and injured on the spot were also his subordinates. It is certain that there were absolutely no innocent victims."
Du Weiguo smiled, this Vasily was so suitable for his taste, like a roundworm in his stomach, almost every word he said could be said to his liking.
"In that case, Director Vasily, if you don't hurry up and work hard, what's the point of asking me for anything?"
"Sir Wesley, our position has been locked by the MI6 action team. Once dispatched, there will inevitably be a conflict.
We have few people and poor equipment. We all have small-caliber weapons. If we really take action, the group's destruction is almost inevitable. So, I want to ask for help from you? "
When Vasily said this, his tone was terrifyingly calm. Although the words were polite enough, there was no hint of pleading at all.
Du Weiguo exhaled the smoke, crushed the cigarette butt, and said with great interest:
"Ask for help? Vasily, you can't possibly not know that I have an extraordinary relationship with Raina from the Sixth Division. You want me to beat her?"
At this moment, the background sound on Vasily's side suddenly became noisy. Someone was shouting something urgently in Russian, mixed with the sound of pulling the bolt of a gun.
With Du Weiguo's current hearing ability, he could clearly tell that this was the sound of Makarov's semi-automatic pistol being loaded. Obviously, a conflict was imminent and about to break out.
In such a tense atmosphere, Vasily's voice remained very stable, as if his nerves were made of steel wire.
"Sir Wesley, of course I will not force anyone to do anything. What I mean is that we will draw the attention of the Sixth Branch and ask you to execute Ali Tulie."
This indifferent demeanor of not caring about life and death made Du Weiguo slightly moved:
"Vasily, tell me his current exact location. You don't need to deliberately conflict to delay time. It's important to save your life."
Vasily didn't talk nonsense and spoke concisely: "Sai Wan Pier, Third Container Area, Princess Sophie~~"
Before he finished speaking, a violent banging on the door was heard on the other end of the phone. Vasily yelled in Russian. Du Weiguo understood this sentence and abandoned his gun and surrendered!
"Dududu~~"
The call was hung up. Du Weiguo put away the phone and did not act immediately. Instead, he stood there, frowning and thinking quietly.
After squinting for a while, Su Li, who had sobered up and was awakened by the ringing of the phone, slowly sat up from the sofa, holding his head and asked in a faint tone:
"What? Do you suspect that what Vasily is singing is a cruel trick and he deliberately lures you into it?"
Du Weiguo shook his head helplessly, his tone slightly melancholy:
"Tsk, even if this is the case, I have to be willing to join in. Brother Su Li, this is an upright conspiracy and cannot be avoided."
"Alas~"
Su Li sighed and looked lonely. He completely understood Du Weiguo's emotions at the moment. He was in the world and couldn't help himself. The world was a cage. As long as he didn't die, he would never be able to truly transcend.
Du Weiguo smiled brightly and patted Su Li on the shoulder:
"Okay, brother, don't be melancholy. You are going to kill people now. If you are tired, help me keep an eye on the signs on the street and what's going on with that old bitch, Allen. We can keep in touch at any time."
Su Li rubbed his face vigorously, his eyes became clear, and there was no trace of alcohol anymore, and he replied in a deep voice:
"Okay, Wesley, go ahead and I will guard your back."
Du Weiguo smiled, looked at him deeply, and didn't say a word. This kind of tacit understanding was everything without words.
"Shh~"
Du Weiguo whistled loudly as he walked out at a fast pace, and the Night Dire came like a black light, following closely behind him.
Mountains of swords and seas of fire, I’m going!
Seeing this scene, Su Li suddenly felt that his eyes were a little wet. An indescribable feeling filled his chest, and his heart was filled with excitement.
The distance from Pak Sha Wan to Sai Wan is really not that close. It is located at the east and west ends of Hong Kong Island, with a strait in between.
An hour later, Du Weiguo drove an old Ford pickup truck and parked carelessly at the entrance of the Sai Wan Pier.
Du Weiguo had just bought this shabby pickup truck for 2,000 Hong Kong dollars from the short mule that ferried him across the sea. Except for the horn, it made no sound.
Because it was broad daylight and the Sai Wan Pier was vast and clearly visible, Du Weiguo simply stopped hiding his whereabouts.
He just walked towards the pier in such a swaggering and blatant way, Nightmare held his head high and Niubi followed behind him coquettishly.
If Du Weiguo hadn't been carrying a drum-type AKM with a silencer in his hand, he would have looked like an idle citizen out walking his dog with a murderous aura.
Sai Wan Pier is a cargo turnover terminal, filled with mountains of containers. Near the barge coast, there are several majestic gantry cranes.
In one of the intermittent gantry crane operation rooms, there is a bearded man holding a telescope lying on the window sill, responsible for the vigilance.
This guy is a Middle Eastern Asian with pale yellow skin, black hair and black eyes, a high nose bridge, sunken eye sockets, a deep outline, and a thick beard that almost covers his mouth. Typical characteristics of the West Asian race.
When he saw Du Weiguo, the guy's eyes suddenly froze, and he hurriedly picked up the walkie-talkie next to him, trying to report the news.
But just as his hand was about to touch the walkie-talkie, a ferocious blood hole suddenly appeared on his plump forehead, and a gorgeous blood flower bloomed from the back of his head, and he fell to the ground without saying a word.
"Well, old bastard Vasily didn't bother me. It seems that I found the right place."
While Du Weiguo was muttering to himself, he slowly put down the AKM that was still smoking in his hand. Then his eyes sharpened, his feet suddenly exerted force, and he ran towards a nearby container.
Du Weiguo was just taking advantage of the 6-meter-high container, flying up to it without any fuss.
Then he kept walking, his figure was like a cheetah, jumped up again, and quickly ran up to a higher container.
After repeating this several times, Du Weiguo had jumped onto the tallest container nearby, looking far into the distance, and instantly locked onto a blue-and-white-painted cargo ship moored on the shore not far away, the Sophie Princess.
Du Weiguo's eyes tightened, and he flew down without hesitation, rushing towards the ship at lightning speed. (End of chapter)
