Late at night, the moon is high in the sky, Amami Island, west of Yamato Castle.
The deathly silent streets were littered with messes, filled with an extremely strong smell of blood, mixed with pungent smoke and stench, making people want to vomit, just like purgatory on earth.
Du Weiguo went on a killing spree tonight. He sent two Green Beret tactical units, more than 200 of them armed to the teeth, special elites with rich combat experience, and returned them all to the embrace of the Lord.
This is the largest combat attrition the Green Berets have ever encountered since their establishment. It has never happened before and has never happened again since. It is destined to be recorded in black history.
Of course, in such a narrow environment and killing so many elite special forces at the same time, Du Weiguo would not be able to escape unscathed.
In fact, he received far more than one blow, including the one shot in the chest and abdomen by Nathan the Balrog.
He received a total of 9 bullets, mostly fatal injuries, as well as numerous fragmentation injuries caused by grenades and grenades.
Among them, there was even a 5.56 mm caliber rifle bullet that penetrated Du Weiguo's cheek and almost exploded his head.
If Du Weiguo's self-healing skills hadn't been upgraded to immortality, he would have died several times by burping and catching cold.
The immortal body also has the benefit of perfect healing, so there will be no scars left on the limbs, otherwise Du Weiguo will lose his appearance.
It really complies with the old saying, no one can avoid being stabbed in the rivers and lakes.
Never underestimate the combat effectiveness of Green Berets. They are one of the few professional special forces in the world.
In fact, the only special forces that have truly formed combat capabilities and participated in actual combat, apart from the "cuckolds", are the Royal Airborne Regiment of England and Troop A under the KGB.
The "green hats" are among the best in terms of equipment, training, tactical literacy, fighting will, and actual combat experience.
Especially the last one is the most important. The current cuckold members are basically selected from the battlefield. Each of them is a veteran who has experienced hundreds of battles and has killed many people.
A 12-man squad is the most basic combat unit. Three squads form a combat squadron. The three combat squadrons work together to form a tactical unit.
The combination of light and heavy weapons and the coordination of tactical positions are like the most precise gears, working together seamlessly to form a terrifying war machine.
Although Du Weiguo immediately raided the cuckold's headquarters, he cleanly killed the commander in chief and several squadron leaders, cutting off the coordination between the squadrons.
However, the cooperation between other cuckold teams cannot be underestimated. Even a single tactical team is responsible for its own existence.
A Green Beret tactical team of 12 people, including 2 sniper teams, 6 fire assaulters, and an explosive team equipped with M72 rocket launchers.
In such a complex urban terrain, the opponent is prepared and even builds a defensive front in advance.
Du Weiguo's current limit is to fight two squadrons of special forces at once, and this is without the coordination of heavy weapons and air strikes.
As for how one ride can equal a thousand, it’s just a matter of pure boasting!
In a courtyard whose wall was blown down, Du Weiguo sat in a state of embarrassment on the porch which was still intact.
The clothes were in rags, the face was gray, and the whole body was covered in blood. The old and new were overlapped, and it looked like a gourd of blood. It was extremely horrifying.
"Pfft~"
Du Weiguo spat out a mouthful of thick bloody phlegm, along with a broken tooth, and expressionlessly dug out a piece of grenade fragments from his chest, and threw it on the ground angrily.
The bloody wound was healing visibly to the naked eye. He had been injured too much in a short period of time and his adrenaline was soaring. Du Weiguo's pain nerves had become numb and he was unconscious.
The tattered clothes stained with blood were sticky and clinging to his body, making him extremely uncomfortable. Du Weiguo angrily tore off the remaining fabric, twisted his neck, and glanced left and right.
This was a single-family house that was originally quite spacious and tidy. The owner's family had been evicted a long time ago, and a large water tank to catch rain was placed in the yard.
At this moment, the water tank was blown to pieces, but fortunately the lower half was still intact, and there was some relatively clear rainwater at the bottom of the tank.
Du Weiguo stood up tiredly with his knees supported, slowly moved to the edge of the water tank, squatted down, buried his head directly in the water, and drank heavily.
After a long time, Du Weiguo raised his head from the water, his eyes had regained clarity, he crushed a box of cans and swallowed it whole.
While chewing hard, he looked towards the north with doubtful eyes and muttered vaguely:
"Damn, it's really weird. These small-minded Douglas dogs haven't started plowing the fields with artillery yet?"
To be honest, Du Weiguo was somewhat surprised. There were always two warships moored on the sea north of Yamato City.
Now, all these "cuckolds" have been killed by him. According to Citihawk's usual behavior, it must be covered with retaliatory firepower and blown to pieces.
Until Du Weiguo finished eating 5 boxes of cans, the rain of bombs in his imagination did not fall, and he gradually came to his senses.
No matter how small and remote Yamato City is, it is still a city under the rule of Japan after all, and it is covered by the concentrated fire of large-caliber heavy artillery.
The sky is shattered and the earth is shattered, jade and stone are destroyed. There is no way to control the error, which will inevitably lead to accidental damage, and it is also a large-scale accidental damage.
Now is the Cold War, the international situation is treacherous, and there are three surprises every day. No matter how domineering the Citi Eagle is, it does not dare to risk the disapproval of the world and act in the opposite direction.
Du Weiguo threw away an empty can with a carefree smile on his lips:
"Hehe, if you don't pretend to be a fool, you will get fucked. Are you stupid now? But this is good. At least some intact bodies can be recovered."
At this moment, about 3 kilometers north of the battlefield, close to the coast and adjacent to the dense forest, there is a fairly exquisite izakaya. This is the so-called Congun Jingsha.
This izakaya has the layout of a front shop and a backyard. There is a tavern in the front where you can eat and drink, and there are several rooms in the backyard where you can host guests and stay. To put it bluntly, it is a B&B today.
People in Japan are so stingy about everything they do. They are stingy, but they like to be arty. They give some thieves extremely high-level names, and they are so arrogant. Bah!
The main hall of the monastery was empty except for Abe Sosuke and Fujiwara Chiya, sitting across from each other around a table. A pot of tea was brewing on the charcoal stove next to them.
The gunfire in the distance had completely stopped. After a while, Fujiwara Chiya picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea into the cup in front of Abe Sosuke.
Fujiwara Qianye sighed softly, with a look of regret on his face, a little solemnity in his tone, and a hint of emotion:
"Awesome! Single-handedly, he was able to fight against the established special forces for more than an hour. This evil spirit is really incredible. It's a pity~"
"Hey~"
Abe Sosuke picked up the tea cup, took a small sip, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his tone was joking:
"What's a pity? Qianye, do you think he lost?"
Upon hearing this, Fujiwara Qianye immediately frowned and looked surprised:
"Cangsuke, what do you mean?, do you think he can still win? Killing all the Citi Special Forces, it's impossible, that's a big deal~~"
"Hehehe~"
Abe Sosuke sneered with a teasing tone:
"What? Qianye, could it be that you are also imitating that weakling Yamamoto Nara and think that the Citizen people and their thermal weapons are invincible?"
Fujiwara Qianye frowned and shook his head:
"How is that possible? I'm just stating the facts objectively, Cang Jie, we must admit that those Citi special forces have powerful combat capabilities and sharp weapons and cannot be ignored."
Fujiwara Chiya is a die-hard supporter of Abe Sosuke and is also his best friend. The two have an equal relationship and talk about everything.
After Abe Sosuke pondered for a moment, he nodded:
"Well, Qianye, I admit that what you said makes sense, and I also admit that those Citi Green Berets have good combat capabilities."
Speaking of this, Sosuke Abe suddenly changed the subject:
"However, I still think the Evil God will definitely win~"
When he said this, a dark brown light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and his tone became a little ethereal:
"Qianye, my estimate is absolutely correct, the Evil God has really won."
"Nani?"
Fujiwara Qianye stood up suddenly, her face turned red, and she even knocked down the teapot on the table. Her mouth opened wide in surprise, and her words stuttered:
"He, he actually won. Hundreds of Green Beret special forces were killed by him. How is this possible? Is he really a god~"
At this moment, Abe Sosuke's pupils had turned strangely brown, and he ignored Fujiwara Chiya at all, and his tone was distant, as if he was talking in his sleep:
"He, he was unscathed. This, this is simply a miracle. He, he found us and is coming to us soon~"
At this moment, still in the bombed-out courtyard, Du Weiguo had changed into clean clothes, had a cigarette in his mouth, and was looking up at the dark sky.
In the sky, close to the height of the clouds, there was a not too big eagle circling with its wings spread. With Du Weiguo's eyesight, he could clearly distinguish it.
This was a sparrow hawk unique to Japan, and the hawk's eyes were shining with a strange light, staring directly at him.
Du Weiguo's eyes were cold, and he captured the unique human emotions from the eyes of this sparrow hawk.
Fanatic and crazy, this is undoubtedly the spirit of an Onmyoji master. Du Weiguo raised his sword eyebrows, his eyes flashed fiercely, and his tone was stern:
"The ghosts of Male Gobi are still lingering. This group of crab soldiers and generals from the Earth Control Shinto Sect really won't stop for a moment.
Damn it, if they dare to hurt Ye Li, I will go back to Dongying Island, cut down the mountains, destroy the temples, and uproot these bullshit Onmyojis! "
After spitting out half of the cigarette butt in his mouth, Du Weiguo moved and jumped directly over the collapsed wall, flying towards the north as fast as lightning.
He is going to a life-and-death appointment. The first half of tonight's Hongmen Banquet has ended, and the second half is about to begin.
The distance of just a few kilometers, for Du Weiguo's journey, is only a matter of minutes, and it can be reached in the blink of an eye.
A moment later, the red-painted front door of Congyun Jingshe was kicked violently from the outside. Du Weiguo acted like a dragon and jumped in along with the flying front door.
Du Weiguo's eyes sharpened when he saw these two young onmyojis wearing hunting clothes sitting steadily in the main hall.
Without saying a word, he didn't even touch the ground. He turned his hands over, the pistol was already in his hand, and he pulled the trigger directly.
"Puff puff puff~"
The low sound of gunfire was like rain hitting plantains. Two Browning 35 automatic pistols started a violent burst of fire at the same time.
Under Du Weiguo's miraculous control, the flaming whip formed by the two bullets rolled towards the two of them like the noose of death.
A strange thing happened. When the bullet flew about 1 meter in front of Abe Sosuke, it seemed to encounter an invisible barrier, stagnated, and slid down weakly.
Abe Sosuke and Fujiwara Chiya are both within the protective range of this barrier, unscathed and as stable as a rock.
"Oh ho, that monster is so arrogant, there really is something there. Is this a protective field?~"
Du Weiguo's eyes were like daggers, and he was delighted to see his hunting intention. He quickly emptied the magazine, stood upright, crossed his hands in his arms, and switched the pistol to the Uzi.
However, anything with a protective nature, whether it is an entity or a force field, must have durability. If you keep it for a long time, you will lose it.
Since the pistol can't explode, then use a submachine gun. If the submachine gun doesn't work, then use a rifle. If that doesn't work, there are also grenades and incendiary bombs.
Relying on space, what Du Weiguo is not afraid of most is a war of attrition. He firmly believes that there is no turtle shell in the world that cannot be exploded.
"Woo~"
The theoretical rate of fire of the Uzi submachine gun is 1,500 rounds per minute, which is 25 rounds per second. The gun lives up to its name, and its shooting sound is like the howling of a wild beast.
This time Du Weiguo also changed his style of play. Under his exquisite control, two dazzling fire snakes were like spears, overlapping and shooting towards a point of the invisible shield.
Sure enough, when the bullets and spears concentrated fire and hit a point on the barrier, the thing visibly fluctuated, and at the same time, Abe Sosuke's face suddenly turned pale.
"Qua~"
At this moment, Fujiwara Qianye suddenly let out a strange roar like a frog's cry, and at the same time, he crossed his hands fiercely on his chest.
"Boom~"
The next moment, where Du Weiguo had been staying, a ball of orange-red flames suddenly rose up. The flames rose up to 2 meters. The temperature was so high that the surrounding air instantly distorted and deformed.
Fortunately, Du Weiguo reacted quickly and sensed the danger. He used the Nine Nether Locks to fly out in advance and avoided the flames in an instant.
"Damn, are you playing with fire with me? Damn it, you're so young!"
While he was in mid-air, Du Weiguo's eyes were stern, he threw away an Uzi, and when he touched it from behind, he already had two instantaneous incendiary bombs in his hand.
Just as he was about to throw, at this critical moment, Abe Sosuke suddenly raised a hand and shouted loudly:
"Please stop! Mr. Evil God, we are not enemies!"
He shouted in Chinese, with a clear accent and a hint of a foreign accent. Du Weiguo frowned and stopped throwing without thinking.
He quickly put his hands behind his back, and the two incendiary bombs were restored to the space. The person also landed firmly on the ground, and asked in a cold tone:
"Chinese?"
Abe Sosuke breathed out secretly, his face turned pale, his back was soaked with cold sweat, and he was frightened.
Just now, he felt the threat of death, as if the God of Death had put his cold and slippery hand on his neck.
As the strongest Onmyoji of the Tsuchimidao Divine Sect, Abe Sosuke does not have no cards, but he does not want to use them.
Once he uses his trump card, he will have no control over the consequences. He may even lose himself and become a monster or puppet, a life worse than death.
Abe Sosuke slowly stood up and said calmly:
"Your Excellency Sha Shen, I have long admired you. My name is Abe Sosuke. I am of Chinese and Japanese descent. My mother is Chinese. My Chinese name is Chen Cansuke. I am not your enemy. I~~"
Du Weiguo gave him a cold look, with a harsh tone, and interrupted him unceremoniously:
"Stop talking nonsense, did you take the black cat and the girl away? Did you blow up my ship?"
"Uh~"
Abe Sosuke's tone was choked, and he quickly explained:
"Your Excellency Evil God, Ermao and Ms. Laura were indeed invited here by us. As for the ship, it was probably Citizen who blew it up. It was really not us."
The evil spirit on Du Weiguo's body was beating like a flag, and his eyes were fierce: "Where are the cat and the girl?"
Abe Sosuke looked stern and quickly explained:
"Mr. Evil God, both Ermao and Ms. Laura are resting in the back and are safe and sound. We really have no ill intentions towards you~"
Du Weiguo sneered:
"Ha! No malice? You have tried so hard to lead me here, and you have laid a dragnet along the way. Why are you kidding me?"
Abe Sosuke subconsciously licked his lips. He was not adamant, but admitted honestly:
"Well, Lord Evil God, I swear to God, we are definitely not the same group as those Citizen people. However, I also admit that the news that you may come to Yamato City was indeed shared with them by me."
Du Weiguo swore unceremoniously: "So, you planned to ambush me. You call this without any malice. Are you mentally ill?"
Du Weiguo's tone was rough and his voice was stern. Fujiwara Qianye, who had been listening silently, felt a hot and dangerous aura coming over him again.
Just as he was about to take a step forward, Abe Sosuke held his shoulders and stopped him. He bowed deeply to Du Weiguo and said in a sincere tone:
"Mr. Evil God, I am very sorry. My behavior was indeed reckless and put you in danger. I am willing to accept any punishment from you.
However, I have extremely important things that I want to cooperate with you, so I have to take this step. Even if you punish me, please listen to me. "
Du Weiguo understood clearly that the shocking killing situation set by the cuckolds just now was a so-called trial set up by them.
Damn, these sick Japanese people really deserve a beating!
Regarding the situation just now, Du Weiguo dared to say that no one in the world could pass through safely. Even if the elite predators came, they would still have to kneel.
Don't talk about passing through invisibly. It has been raining all day and there is water everywhere. As long as you move, your secret will be exposed in minutes.
Du Weiguo was so angry that he wanted to rip off this stupid bird's head right away, but Abe Sosuke's words did arouse his curiosity.
Taking a deep breath and suppressing his anger, Du Weiguo asked coldly: "An extremely important thing? What is that?"
Upon hearing Du Weiguo's question, Abe Sosuke's eyes wandered, revealing a tangled look, biting his lip and fell silent.
Du Weiguo did not rush him, but waited patiently. After a long time, Abe Sosuke said in a hoarse voice:
"Your Majesty the Evil God, I, I ask you to kill the gods~" (End of this chapter)
