Possessing the power to pierce the sky, this is the deterrent power that Du Weiguo has always kept silent, similar to the nuclear weapons of great powers.
As long as he puts his mind to it, almost no one can dodge his bullets. No matter where he is, his head will still blossom.
It is also for this reason that Du Weiguo pursues death unscrupulously all day long, jumping crazily on the bottom line of some big bosses, but always with ease.
But this kind of extreme operation is similar to Pandora's box. Once opened, the consequences are unpredictable.
Therefore, since Du Weiguo made his debut, he has been trying his best to exercise restraint, whether he was in the Special Service Division of Forty-Nine City or became a free man after leaving the country.
Du Weiguo has never used this kind of ability to kill fish or kill nets, and has never really used it. It has simply become a deterrent.
This time, Du Weiguo directly blew up Allens' head at the gate of Qingtai in Seoul in full view of everyone. It was a real breakthrough, and it was equivalent to releasing his ultimate weapon.
Shocking!
You know, Allens is not a nobody. He is the second most powerful person in the CIA. He is considered a big shot even in the political arena of Citigroup.
Stamping his feet and shaking the earth, it is no exaggeration to say that Allen's words and deeds can even affect the world structure.
A big shot like him, who knew everything about the world, was actually shot in the head in broad daylight, in public, which was equivalent to a public execution.
This extremely explosive news could not be concealed at all, as if it had grown wings, it spread throughout the entire hidden front in an instant.
One stone stirs up a thousand waves!
Only 18 hours apart, two earth-shaking events occurred in Hong Kong and Seoul, two cities that were already at the forefront of the storm.
There is Allen among them, and it is hard not to associate them with each other, especially the miraculous marksmanship, which is very much like the handiwork of the evil god.
Although there is no evidence to prove that it was the evil god who assassinated Allen, those who are well-informed quickly figured out the whole story. This is clearly the evil god's revenge.
The evil god's lair is on Hong Kong Island. This is already considered a semi-open secret in the underground world. It was preceded by the shocking fireworks at the Sai Wan Pier.
It is equivalent to hitting the evil god directly at the door of his house and riding on his head to shit and piss. If Du Weiguo doesn't fight back, his power will definitely plummet and he will be attacked by a group of enemies like hyenas.
Revenge is imperative!
If you come out to fool around, you will always have to pay back, tit for tat. Since you dare to set up a trap to blow me up, then don't blame me for blowing your head off.
Du Weiguo told the world in the crudest, simplest and most domineering language that I am like this, lawless and will be punished.
No matter how awesome you are, no matter how prominent your status is, whoever you love, as long as you dare to mess with me, come and see me!
In fact, these are not the point. The point is how Du Weiguo escaped from the big explosion that could destroy the world.
How could he hide it from everyone in such a short period of time, secretly sneak into Seoul from Hong Kong Island, and remain elusive.
This is a terrifying ability that is terrifying to think about. It can't help but make all the powerful people feel chills down their spines and feel like they are sitting on pins and needles.
Since Allen, who is under strict protection, can be easily killed, anyone can be killed. Now, everyone can't sit still.
There is another even more shocking thing, that is, after killing Allen, Du Weiguo disappeared. Seoul is currently under martial law throughout the city, and all passages are closed.
Countless police and troops swarmed into Seoul and searched house to house, not even missing any rat holes.
But no one has discovered his whereabouts, and no one can contact him. The evil god hiding in the dark is the most terrifying thing.
He was originally the most terrifying assassin in the world, and now he has disappeared without a trace. Then the next moment, he can appear anywhere and claim people's lives.
Storms were rising in all directions, countless radio waves, bright or dark, centered in Seoul, broke through the sky, and scattered in all directions like goddesses scattering flowers.
Washington, Moscow, Forty-nine Cities, London, Paris, Berlin, Tokyo, and hidden front organizations around the world are all boiling.
On Hong Kong Island, Reina looked ashen after receiving the news from Seoul. What she was most worried about had really happened. She sat back in her chair in a daze, her whole body numb.
Despite the phone on the desk and the satellite phone howling like it was threatening her life, Reina remained indifferent and dumbfounded.
After a while, the chief analyst Ada didn't even knock on the door. She opened the door and walked in anxiously:
"Director, boss J's phone number at the headquarters is line 6. He's already angry. Please answer it quickly!"
Reina came back to her senses, exhaled a long breath, and waved her hand towards Ada tiredly, indicating that she understood.
Rubbing her face vigorously and stroking her hair, she picked up the energy, picked up the receiver, and pressed the intercom button No. 6. At this moment, Reina's tone had become calmer:
"Boss, I'm Reina, what are your instructions?"
On the other side of the microphone was a deep man's voice, full of magnetism and with a typical British accent. This man was the head of MI6, codenamed Mr. J.
Although he was a little sulky, his tone was still calm and unhurried:
"Reina, tell me, how did he get from Hong Kong Island to Seoul? Did you provide him with any help?"
The "he" in the man's mouth was naturally Du Weiguo. In this regard, Reina had already known something about it and responded in a calm tone:
"Boss, I don't know what method Wesley took to get to Seoul, but I can guarantee that I did not provide him with any help."
Mr. J asked: "Then how did he escape from the explosion at the pier?"
Reina replied without thinking:
“It’s unclear, the explosion was too violent, and there was a bizarre tsunami that happened at the same time. The scene was completely destroyed, leaving no useful clues.
The boss, you also know, he is an ability user, and he is also the top ability user. It is impossible to infer using common sense. "
Hearing Reina's almost perfect push-back, Mr. J's breathing became heavier. After being silent for a while, he gave an order in a cold tone:
"Hong Kong Island is more than 2,000 kilometers away from Seoul. In such a short time, he can only fly there. Reina, please check it immediately.
In the past two days, all flights taking off from Hong Kong Island, Tai O, and even Wanwan to Seoul, including civil aviation, private planes, and even military aircraft, must find his way to travel. "
After listening to J's order, Reina suddenly asked in a faint tone:
"Boss, the Sai Wan Pier on Hong Kong Island has just been bombed. The damage is very serious, the impact is very bad, and public resentment is boiling.
Coupled with the influence of the current situation in the north, it is urgent, should we find out the person behind the scenes first? "
Mr. J was silent again, and then his voice was somewhat cold:
"Within a week, the Ministry of Finance will allocate 10 million pounds of special funds to Hong Kong Island to rebuild the pier and compensate for the losses.
The explosion at the dock was caused by the illegal transportation of nitroglycerin on the Sophie Princess and improper handling. Do you understand? "
Sophie Princess belongs to a certain country in the Middle East. The investigation conclusion proposed by Mr. J is obviously to spread hatred and call a deer a horse.
This can be considered a basic operation. When it comes to being shameless and telling lies with your eyes open, even the bald eagle has learned from the sun never sets.
Upon hearing that the Ministry of Finance was so happy to allocate funds, Reina instantly understood that in the matter of the Western District Pier, in addition to the Freemasons, the Fifth Division must also be involved.
Reina's eyes were filled with fire, and she suppressed her anger and asked: "What about the sudden local tsunami? How to explain it?"
There was an obvious hint of impatience in Mr. J’s voice:
"A violent underwater explosion will of course cause huge waves. Is there any wonder in this? Reina, are you a boy scout? Do you want me to teach you about this kind of thing?"
Reina frowned:
"So, we don't have to investigate the real culprit behind the terrorist attack at Sai Wan Pier. He was bombed in vain, and his front teeth were knocked out and bloody. I understand that correctly, right? Boss."
Reina's words were sharp and pointed. Mr. J was a little embarrassed and angry, and his words became a little ugly:
"Rena, pay attention to your attitude, clarify your position, and execute the order. You are the Asian head of MI6, not the evil mistress."
Reina curled her lips, her tone full of ridicule:
"Okay, boss, I understand. In this case, I will no longer maintain a friendly relationship with Wesley from now on.
I refuse to provide all convenience and support. As long as he violates laws and disciplines, I will resolutely punish him. "
"Uh~"
Upon hearing this, Mr. J suddenly choked up. To be honest, before Allen was hit in the head, his attitude was very clear, and he must maintain a good relationship with Du Weiguo.
After all, Du Weiguo had previously helped their Sixth Office complete many almost impossible tasks and made a lot of profits.
Besides, being able to maintain a good relationship with the most awesome assassin in the world is definitely beneficial, but not now.
If he wants to continue to maintain a good relationship with Du Weiguo, the cost is too high. Mr. J must weigh whether he can withstand the backlash from the CIA.
Mr. J obviously hesitated and remained silent. Reina sneered:
"Boss, you have to think carefully. Wesley is obviously hiding on purpose now. According to his ability, if he is unwilling to show up on his own initiative.
Then, no one in the world can find him, and he can appear anywhere at any time. My advice is not to over-stimulate, and you don't want him to show up in London. "
It was a naked threat, but it was real. Du Weiguo was now furious, without any scruples, and extremely dangerous.
Since he dared to blow off Allen's dog's head, he naturally didn't care about cutting off Mr. J's head, even if it was a mascot-like queen.
After a long time, Mr. J finally spoke again, and his tone became calm and gentle again:
"Rena, you have to understand that the current situation is that the deputy director of the CIA was assassinated by him. The situation is serious and I am under great pressure.
After all, the Evil God left Hong Kong Island for Seoul. We can remain neutral, but our Sixth Bureau must take the necessary investigation stance. "
Mr. J was obviously frightened. It was not difficult to understand what he meant. He had to do his best to save face, but don't take it too seriously. This arrogant and respectful face almost made Reina burst out laughing.
Suddenly I thought of what Du Weiguo once said about these politicians when he was smoking after heavy artillery fire:
Politicians are all talking about benevolence, justice and morality, and they are high-sounding. In essence, they are a bunch of soft-headed, mangy dogs. They bully the weak and fear the strong. If they are given meat and bones, they will wag their tails, and if they are afraid of being beaten, they will tuck their tails.
Hit the nail on the head!
That day, near noon, a well-known Teppanyaki restaurant in Hagi City, Yamaguchi Prefecture, across the sea from Busan in South Korea, welcomed a handsome male customer.
He is probably in his 20s, very young, handsome, with a strong silhouette. He is wearing a well-fitting dark blue double-breasted suit and a snow-white shirt, making him look like a movie star.
The young man is polite, speaks fluent English, and has a few extremely authentic Tokyo accents. At first glance, he is a Japanese American, and he is either rich or noble.
Moreover, this young man was extremely generous. Not only did he order the most expensive Kobe beef in the store, but he also ordered 20 portions at once. He was very wealthy.
Now, it has only been 22 years since Citigroup dropped two devastating pineapples on Japan. With the stick and carrot method, the backbone of the Japanese people has been completely softened, which is extremely ugly.
The character that Du Weiguo is currently simulating is the most envied and envied by the Japanese people at the moment, and is also the most yearned for, a young and wealthy Japanese-American who has returned to the country.
Therefore, the store owner was so dedicated and flattering to him that he almost knelt down and licked his leather shoes.
Since self-healing and upgrading to immortality, Du Weiguo can now use teleportation skills to do whatever he wants, even dozens of times in a row without any burden.
As long as he is willing, he can travel thousands of miles in an instant. This is why Du Weiguo dared to assassinate Allen.
After killing Allen at Gyeongbokgung Palace, Du Weiguo didn't even stay for a second, and immediately teleported to Changmen City, Japan, where he had been.
I stole the most luxurious Crown car on the roadside and drove all the way to Hagi City. I felt a little hungry, so I randomly found a restaurant that looked the most luxurious on the street to eat.
Taking the head of an enemy in the morning and eating meat and drinking wine thousands of miles away at noon, this state has even exceeded Li Taibai's description of killing in ten steps and leaving no trace for a thousand miles!
The feeling of being able to do as he pleased and grudges made Du Weiguo feel like his chest was filled with tears, and he wished he could stretch his mind and roar loudly.
After eating and drinking, Du Weiguo didn't even drive the Crown car he drove when he arrived, and just walked on the road like a car.
When passing by a back alley, the figure disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if he had never appeared.
Tokyo, Shinjuku, the quiet little villa where Du Weiguo once lived temporarily.
It rained lightly in Tokyo today, and the weather was extremely cool. Kamada Jiro, who was studying Chinese hard in the second bedroom on the second floor, suddenly sniffed and smelled a faint smell of tobacco.
His eyes tightened, he suddenly turned over and sat up, pulled out a samurai sword from the knife holder beside him, tiptoed, and reached downstairs.
In the living room on the first floor, Du Weiguo was sitting on the sofa leisurely, with his legs crossed and a cigarette in his hand.
Seeing Kamada Jiro who was tiptoeing on tiptoes and carrying a long knife, Du Weiguo smiled and raised his hand:
"Kamata, long time no see. How are you?"
"Danglang~"
Seeing Du Weiguo, Kamada Jiro was completely stunned. His samurai sword fell to the ground, his eye circles were red, and tears quickly blurred his vision. He knelt down on his knees with a choked voice:
"First of all, sir, you are finally back~woo~"
Halfway through, Kamada Jiro burst into tears and his throat was choked. He was indeed extremely wronged.
Ever since Du Weiguo left Tokyo with Kurumiyo, he had been away for several months without any news. He was like an abandoned stray dog, staying here every day.
Fortunately, Du Weiguo left him enough money. Kamada Jiro was also quite thrifty. He was not a lavish person. This money was almost enough for him to live until he died.
However, this kind of uncertainty, neither up nor down, and endless waiting is extremely painful. Kamada Jiro is not even sure whether Du Weiguo will come back again.
What he just spoke was Chinese. Although it had a slightly weird accent, it was quite standard and presentable. Du Weiguo said with a smile:
"Kamada, get up quickly, what are you doing? You know, I'm always annoyed when others kneel down. Why are you still crying, old man? Is someone bullying you?"
Upon hearing this, Kamada Jiro quickly stood up and wiped his eyes:
"No, no, sir, no one bullied me. I just miss you so much. Is there anything you need to do when you come to Tokyo this time?"
Du Weiguo put out his cigarette butt, smiled and shook his head:
"Oh, I got into trouble outside and I'm desperate. I need to stay away from the limelight here for a while."
What Du Weiguo said was really not a lie. Now there is indeed a huge commotion outside. All intelligence organizations and the underground world have been destroyed.
Seoul has been rushed from the Incheon Port base. The red-eyed Citizen soldiers have surrounded the city and conducted a frantic search, turning the entire city upside down.
The name of the evil god became famous instantly and spread all over the world. Now the whole world is looking for him, with various purposes.
No matter how rough the waves are, I will remain unmoved!
No matter how turbulent it was outside, the instigator, Du Weiguo, spent the next few days quietly nestling in this quiet little villa, hibernating without leaving the house.
Kamada Jiro bought all the food and drink expenses. When he came, he teleported directly into the house. Naturally, no one saw him, so the gods couldn't guess that he would hide here.
Du Weiguo is not worried about the safety of Molan and the others. With Allen's past experience, he is now in a state of invisibility and has disappeared from the world. He believes that the CIA will not be so stubborn and dare to touch his reverse scales.
As the saying goes, the evil spirit hidden in the dark is the most terrifying thing!
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