The boss was suddenly shot in the head by unknown means. The two groups of dwarf mules who were originally prepared to fight were all stunned and looked at each other in bewilderment.
Hearing Du Weiguo's voice, someone bravely shouted:
"Go to the street! Who is it? Don't hide in the dark and pretend to be a ghost when you come out~"
"Tap tap tap~"
The sound of footsteps sounded, and Du Weiguo walked slowly out of the dark alley. Under everyone's gaze, he seemed to be strolling into the middle of the two groups.
Du Weiguo's face was expressionless and his tone was light:
"My name is Wesley. I also had a useless nickname before, called Evil God."
"Evil God~"
The shadow of the famous tree of man!
When they heard Du Weiguo announcing his home, almost everyone took a breath of air-conditioning at the same time, showed an expression of disbelief, and subconsciously retreated far away.
The nickname of the Evil God was not blown out, but forcibly piled up with human lives. The biggest feeling that the dwarf mules in Hong Kong have for Du Weiguo is not respect, but fear.
Although no one has seen the evil god himself, no one thinks that Du Weiguo is fake.
Because since Lame Hao and the Righteous Gang were wiped out by him, no one in Hong Kong dared to use the name of the Evil God anymore.
However, the forest was so big that there were all kinds of birds, including some daring fools, who still asked indifferently:
"Fuck off the street! You said so, and I even said I was the Jade Emperor~"
"call out!"
"don't want!"
Uncle Jiu's urgent shouts and violent roars sounded almost simultaneously.
But it was too late. Before he could finish his words, the idiot who shouted had already been nailed to death by the Evil God Shuttle.
Du Weiguo deliberately controlled his strength, so the Evil God Shuttle did not penetrate his forehead, but half of it was exposed outside.
A few months ago, at the first underworld convention in Hong Kong, Du Weiguo nailed two evil shuttles into the ground of the restaurant when he publicly executed Fu Sitou at the Chan Lee Kee Tea Restaurant.
Later, these two evil shuttles were opened by the dog-legged mad cow and placed on the wall of Zhongyi Hall (Hong Kong Federation of Societies and Societies), and even made into a emblem.
In Hong Kong Island, there are only a handful of short mules who have actually seen the Evil God, but almost everyone knows his unique hidden weapon, the Evil God Shuttle, and there are even many enthusiastic fans who have it tattooed on their bodies as a totem.
When they saw the Evil God Shuttle, no one dared to question it anymore. They remained silent, lowered their eyebrows and didn't even dare to breathe.
Seeing this group of bully and shy people, Du Guo felt angry and indescribably bored, and roared in a low voice:
"Get out! If you don't want to die, get out of here!"
"Boom~"
The frightened dwarf mules suddenly felt as if they had been granted amnesty, and turned into birds and beasts while rolling and crawling. In an instant, there were only three cold corpses left on the long street, which was indescribably desolate.
Du Weiguo didn't bother to pay attention to them at all, and walked straight to Uncle Jiu. His eyes were as cold as a knife, which made Uncle Jiu feel guilty.
"Wesley, you, are you back?"
Uncle Jiu's voice was slightly stuttered, but Du Weiguo had no intention of making pleasantries and went straight to the point:
"Uncle Jiu, who blew up my house? Where are Megan and the others? Are they dead or alive?"
Although he had expected it, but being enveloped by the surging evil aura, Uncle Jiu still had a stern expression and his mouth was dry:
"I, I'm not particularly clear. This case has been classified as a terrorist attack, and Reina is personally responsible for it."
Du Weiguo frowned: "Reina was seriously injured by the blood beast and fell into coma."
Uncle Jiu was shocked: "Blood Wolf! Wesley, you met this beast? How is Reina?"
Du Weiguo shook his head:
"No, it escaped before I arrived. Reina is fine too. Uncle Jiu, now is not the time to talk about this. Tell me everything you know. You also know that you can't hide it."
"Alas~"
Uncle Jiu sighed, glanced at Du Weiguo with mixed emotions, and said in a low voice:
"Oh, Wesley, I didn't mean to hide it. I really don't know much about the situation. The Baishawan Villa was first intensively bombed by rocket launchers.
After that, the villa was attacked by two groups of elite armed forces of unknown origin, with a total of no less than a hundred people. Megan and the others are currently missing. "
Hearing this, Du Weiguo's eyes were all split open, and his evil spirit was rising to the sky. Uncle Jiu quickly explained:
"Wesley, don't worry, all these guys who attacked at night were killed by your cats and dogs, and the place was littered with corpses, like a slaughterhouse.
Although Megan and the others disappeared, they were probably fine. They probably hid because they didn't know the situation. "
Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows: "Cat and dog? Uncle Jiu, are you sure?"
Uncle Jiu was also a little surprised and raised his long eyebrows:
"Why, you didn't know? At least half of the corpses at the scene had fatal injuries caused by the claws of cats, which sealed their throats."
At this moment, a big stone fell to Du Weiguo's heart. He couldn't help but reveal a happy smile on his face, and whispered to himself:
"Hey, that clever little Yeli has found his way back home. That's great."
Uncle Jiu was thinking about something and didn't hear Du Weiguo's muttering clearly, so he asked in a solemn tone:
"Wesley, could it be that your dog demon has found a companion by himself?"
In his desperation, Uncle Jiu blurted out the words about the dog monster. However, Du Weiguo's mood changed from gloomy to bright, so he didn't take it seriously and changed the topic very smoothly:
"Uncle Jiu, do you have any specific clues about the armed men who attacked the villa?"
Du Weiguo answered the question incorrectly. Uncle Jiu was slightly dissatisfied and said in a muffled voice:
"The clues I know are limited. I only know that the origin of their weapons is very mixed, but the models are very new and advanced, and there are some white people. For the specific identities, you can only ask Reina."
Hearing this, Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows, and he probably knew in his mind that it was either the CIA, the Freemasons, or some collusion.
At this moment, the patrol whistle finally sounded not far away. Du Weiguo handed Uncle Jiu a cigarette and his tone became more relaxed:
"By the way, Uncle Jiu, what's going on with you? How come you're a loner? Where's Pengzi?"
Upon hearing this, Uncle Jiu's face suddenly darkened, and he rolled his eyes at him angrily, his eyes as sad as the snow falling in June.
A moment later, on Yabo Old Street not far away, there was the underground of White Rose Barber Shop.
Su Li hurriedly walked out of the secret passage, his tone full of excitement: "Wesley is back!"
Zhao Yingnan, who was originally slumped on a chair and listless, suddenly stood up, his eye circles turned red instantly, and his voice broke with excitement:
"Really, he's really back."
Su Li also nodded excitedly, with a firm tone:
"It's true, Wesley just appeared in Wo Tsai Street, Shek Kip Mei. Not only did he reveal his unique hidden weapon, but at least hundreds of people saw him, and Feng Jiu was also present."
Lu Yan's face was pale at the moment, but he could move slowly. He slowly exhaled the smoke, sneered, and said in a ruthless tone:
"Tch! Good people don't live long, but bad people live for thousands of years. As expected, Wesley's grandson is not that easy to burp, and we finally don't have to hide in mouse holes anymore."
Lu Yan is a typical bad-mouthed and soft-hearted person who says the meanest things and does the warmest things. Naturally, Zhao Yingnan would not be angry with him and asked anxiously:
"Then where is he now? I want to find him."
Hearing Zhao Yingnan's question, even Ye Ni and Ye Li, who had been napping in the corner, suddenly came over and stared at Su Li with burning eyes. These two cat and dog masters could understand human speech. .
Being stared at by them, Su Li sweated on his forehead and felt a little panicked:
"Well, Meghan, don't worry. Although he is back now, it's better for you not to show up for the time being."
Zhao Yingnan was puzzled and frowned: "Why?"
Su Li's eyes were a little dodgey:
"Now, Wesley's situation is not good. The CIA and the Freemasons are almost driven to the point of panic by him. If it were him, he would naturally not be afraid, but if you show up~~"
Zhao Yingnan's face darkened instantly: "It will become his weakness, right?"
Su Li licked his lips and sounded a little melancholy:
"Hey, Meghan, you don't have to be disappointed. In fact, it's not just you. We, the old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled are all his weaknesses now. In addition to these apparent enemies, the blood beasts have recently appeared again and wreaked havoc."
"Blood Wolf!"
Lancelot, who had been lying on the bed with his leg injured, suddenly jumped up with a stern look on his face:
"Su, did you just mention the blood beast?"
The old handsome guy couldn't understand Chinese, but he still understood the word "blood beast". This was his obsession. Su Li didn't want to hide it from him, so he nodded and replied in a deep voice in English:
"Yes, Lancelot, the blood beast has appeared on Hong Kong Island again."
Lancelot was instantly excited, his chestnut hair stood up, his blue eyes suddenly burst into flames, and his fists clenched loudly.
"This beast, I must kill it with my own hands this time~"
As he spoke, Lancelot dragged his injured leg and staggered outside. Just as Su Li was about to persuade him, Lu Yan took the initiative and put his arms around his shoulders.
"Brother Lancelot, please stop being so pushy. Since Wesley is back, do you still need to take the lead? Besides, with your current virtue, can you help?"
"Let go!"
Lancelot was a little over the top now and was not irrational. He growled lowly and suddenly exerted force on his shoulders to break away from Lu Yan's grasp. However, in just a moment, Lu Yan's hands were on his shoulders again.
Lu Yan's tone rarely became serious:
"Brother, don't act like a child. The blood beasts can fly. You can't even walk now. Do you want to drag Wesley down?"
"ah!"
Lancelot knew that Lu Yan was right, blood filled his pupils, but he was just helpless and furious, roaring and punching the wall.
He hammered out a shallow pit in the concrete wall, and dust rustled down.
At this moment, Su Li suddenly exclaimed eagerly: "Night Dire, Xiao Hei, where are you going?"
Xiaohei was Yeli's temporary name. Everyone quickly turned around and saw that Nightmare was walking towards the basement exit with his big butt twisted and calmly, while Yeli was squatting uprightly on his back. on the back.
Good luck! The cat and dog owners are running away from home.
"Meow~"
Yeli turned his head and shouted softly to everyone. Everyone's anxious mood immediately calmed down. Su Li was the first to react:
"That's right, let Night Dire and the others go out first. The two of them are strong in combat, can protect themselves, and have sharp noses. They will definitely be able to find Wesley."
Hearing Lu Yan's words, Nightmare also turned his head and snorted arrogantly, as if to express his approval.
Lu Yan understood instantly and said shamelessly:
"Hey, Mr. Nightmare, please tell Wesley to bring me more delicious food when he comes over. There will be no birds in his mouth."
In Yau Ma Tei, at Uncle Jiu's residence, Du Weiguo held a cigarette in his mouth with a complicated expression:
"Uncle Jiu, I understand that you have done nothing wrong, but it is just that I am sober when everyone else is drunk, which has never been tolerated in the world.
This world is never black and white. If you want to do things, you have to try to accept some so-called gray areas. Compromise is the way to go. "
Uncle Jiu frowned, sneered, and said in a faint voice: "Ha, so what do you think you are now, black? White? Or gray?"
Du Weiguo exhaled the smoke for a long time, smiled self-deprecatingly, and said in a slightly sad tone:
"Me? I've killed people like hemp and done all kinds of evil things. Now I'm as black as ink. I can't wash it away no matter how hard I wash it off."
Uncle Jiu didn't expect Du Weiguo to be so calm. He was a little surprised. Hearing his sullen expression made him even more emotional.
Two years ago, when I first met him, Kanjo Kuni, who was still full of passion and risked everything for his mission, has now become a giant like a god in the dark world. It is really a trick of fate.
Uncle Jiu actually understood that Du Weiguo had reached the point where he was today because of his helplessness. He didn't want to continue to dwell on this anymore, so he changed the subject:
"Wesley, what are your plans for returning to Hong Kong this time?"
Du Weiguo stubbed out the cigarette butts and said in a harsh tone: "First kill the blood beasts, and then officially start a war with the Freemasons!"
At Uncle Jiu's current level, he already vaguely knew about the existence of Freemasonry, but he didn't know the details, so Du Weiguo didn't hide it from him anymore.
However, upon hearing this, Uncle Jiu was still shocked. He stood up suddenly and cursed in excitement:
"What? Wesley, you want to start a war with the Freemasons on Hong Kong Island? Are you crazy?"
Knowing that he might have misunderstood, Du Weiguo smiled and explained: "Uncle Jiu, what are you thinking about? This is a business war, not a war."
Uncle Jiu was even more surprised and frowned: "What? Business war?"
Just as Du Weiguo was about to explain, he suddenly raised his brows, his eyes showed an expression of great joy, and the corners of his mouth also raised a comfortable smile, because he sensed the presence of the night dire.
Perhaps because of the mental barrier, Night Dire is now unable to communicate with him in consciousness, but he can issue instructions unimpeded.
"Uncle Jiu, I'm going out for a while."
"Uh, you have to go~"
Uncle Jiu was stunned. Before he could finish his words, Du Weiguo had already disappeared. He jumped out from the open window to the fourth floor.
Du Weiguo's figure suddenly disappeared in mid-air, but now in the middle of the night, everything was pitch black, and no one could find him.
In an unknown dark alley, Ye Li curled up in Du Weiguo's arms like a little girl, rubbing his cheek desperately, meowing and purring happily.
Not to be outdone, Night Dire also gathered around Du Weiguo's legs, wagging its tail like a windmill, and rubbed against his legs vigorously. However, this guy was born with great strength, and if he was whipped by it, his bones and tendons would probably be broken.
This scene of cats and dogs competing for favor made Du Weiguo laugh bitterly, and actually gave birth to a ridiculous feeling of having both children and children.
He stroked Yeli's smooth fur and patted Nightmare's big head:
"Okay, okay, I know you two have made meritorious deeds recently. Okay, you did a good job. I'll treat you to a big dinner tomorrow. Now, take me to find Megan and the others."
Two days later, in the morning, Cheung Kong Industries, general manager's office.
Du Weiguo sat elegantly on the sofa, with a cigar in his mouth and his legs crossed. Opposite him sat a middle-aged man named Li with a worrying hairline and black-rimmed glasses.
At this moment, a merger and acquisition contract was quietly placed on the table in front of the businessman named Li, like a devil's contract.
This contract is very simple and crude. Kunpeng Group invested US$20 million to acquire all the shares of Hong Kong Island Cheung Kong Industrial, including several of its factories and several residential land.
How should I put it, this acquisition contract is still a good deal if calculated purely based on the books.
However, just these few homesteads, which cover dozens of square kilometers and are located in the prime area of Wan Chai, are already making a fortune.
These pieces of land were all purchased by Yangtze River Corporation at a carrot price a few years ago. It would be pure nonsense to say that there is nothing fishy about them.
Now, Du Weiguo's contract is still purchased at the original price, which is equivalent to a shameless robbery.
The businessman surnamed Li had a gloomy face and frowned: "Mr. Wesley, what you are doing is probably against the rules, right?"
Du Weiguo exhaled the smoke and said in a joking tone: "Oh, rules? From now on, in Hong Kong Island, my rules are the rules."
The businessman surnamed Li's eyes flashed: "Your Excellency is so skillful and plundering, aren't you afraid that others will follow your example?"
There was something hidden in his words, and there was also a hint of threat. The main idea was that if you don't follow martial ethics, you will look so ugly.
Then the master behind me, the Freemasonry, doesn't follow the rules. It's not impossible to directly steal your deposits in overseas accounts.
Du Weiguo curled his lips and said in a joking tone: "Mr. Li, do you know what is the biggest difference between you and me?"
The businessman surnamed Li said in a low voice: "I would like to hear the details."
Du Weiguo dusted off the cigarette ashes and said in a faint tone:
"You are a group of ruthless businessmen who only know how to steal, but a reckless man like me, armed with a sharp knife, is good at plundering."
Seeing his uncertain expression, Du Weiguo smiled and added:
"You old silver coins usually like to collude with the government and businessmen and cut leeks in a collusive manner, but I am different. I will directly rob it. If you don't accept it, gah~~"
Du Weiguo made a motion of slitting his throat with his cigar. With a joking expression on his face, he pushed the contract towards him and thoughtfully handed over the pen:
"Mr. Li, sign it quickly, cash out and go ashore, then leave Hong Kong immediately and never come back again. I've been very busy recently and don't want to take the time to kill you."
Li's expression was uncertain, but Du Weiguo lost the interest in chatting and stood up directly:
"Mr. Li, the cigar is good. I will leave Hong Kong Island within a week."
As soon as he came out of Cheung Kong Industries, he saw a Jaguar parked next to his Land Rover. Soros, whom he had met in Korea, was standing next to the car with a smile on his face.
Seeing Du Weiguo, Soros quickly came over to greet him and bowed with a flattering expression:
"Everything is done, is it going well? Mr. Wesley." (End of this chapter)
