It’s 2 a.m., the night is as dark as ink, Jakarta City, North District Police Station.
The police officers on night duty were dozing listlessly, or torturing innocent prisoners in the detention room.
"boom!"
The door of the police station was suddenly violently broken open.
In the duty hall, a few awakened police officers had just stood up. Before they had time to react, they were plunged into darkness again, and it was permanent darkness.
Du Weiguo strode in with piercing eyes and fierce aura. The two silenced pistols in his hands kept spitting out flames.
"Puff puff puff~"
The low sound of gunfire was like rain hitting banana trees.
In the corridors on the left and right sides of the hall, the policemen in the lounge heard the movement outside. They came out half asleep and covered with clothes to check. As soon as the door was opened, they fell to the ground, and their heads instantly exploded into rotten tomatoes.
If you expose your head, you will die!
Fortunately, he survived and quickly closed the door, but it was no use. The bullet seemed to have eyes, penetrated the wooden door smoothly, and accurately nailed the guy hiding behind the door.
If you don't show your head, you will die!
Du Weiguo also lost his temper at this moment. He didn't care and would kill anyone he saw.
He carried out a bloody massacre of the North District Police Station with two guns in hand, without any concern for the crime. In his opinion, these island monkeys wearing police clothing deserved to die.
"Bang bang~"
The gunshots of the .38 revolver rang out sporadicly.
After all, the North Jakarta Police Station is a large department, equivalent to a branch. There are dozens of police officers on duty. After the initial shock and panic, some of the bold ones have begun to fire back with guns.
However, most of these guys didn't dare to show their heads. They just hid behind the wall and fired blindly. They didn't even know where the bullets were going.
Not to mention causing harm to Du Weiguo, there was almost no threat.
"boom!"
A bullet hit the door frame not far from Du Weiguo's face, and the sputtering wood thorns flew past his face.
"咻咻咻~"
Du Weiguo's eyes sharpened, and the weapon in his hand was instantly replaced by a pistol customized by the Brotherhood. The customized pistol was equipped with a silencer. The gunshot had a unique sound, similar to the sound of an arrow piercing the air.
The powerful kinetic energy of the custom-made pistol allows the bullet to penetrate the cement wall smoothly, easily killing the person hiding behind the wall.
The clairvoyant eye and the powerful custom-made pistol provide a proper dimensionality reduction strike!
A moment later, he slaughtered the entire North District Police Station, the entire three-story building, and all the policemen on night duty. The police station was filled with blood, like a hell.
Shrill police whistles sounded on the street, and heavy and urgent footsteps approached, mixed with incomprehensible roars.
Du Weiguo stood in front of the glass window at the end of the corridor on the third floor of the police station, looking at the figures outside with cold eyes, and the evil spirit spread uncontrollably.
None of these people are innocent, they all must die!
In the dead of night, the sound of gunshots can be heard far away, and the police station seems to be celebrating the New Year, which will inevitably alert the patrols on the streets outside.
At this time, the nearest patrol team had already rushed to the police station, blocked the exit, and blocked Du Weiguo in the building.
However, this was all done deliberately by Du Weiguo. His purpose tonight was very simple and crude, to go on a killing spree!
Just now, from the mouth of the mother and daughter he rescued, he learned about the situation of some local Chinese people. It was so tragic that there are no words to describe it.
In short, life is worse than death, there is no sky, there is no guarantee of seeing the sun tomorrow every night, and we live in purgatory every day.
This is not an old dog’s nonsense. If you don’t believe it, you can search it yourself on Baidu.
At this moment, another patrol team ran to the door of the police station. A guy who looked like a leader raised his pistol and shouted:
"Come on! Rush in~"
"tower!"
With a crisp gunshot, his head suddenly exploded. This is not an adjective, but a bloody fact.
His head was directly shattered by a 7.62mm steel-core bullet. There happened to be a batch of dum bombs to be destroyed in the armory of the MI6 headquarters on Hong Kong Island, and they were all pocketed by Du Weiguo.
Although international conventions clearly prohibit the use of such cruel weapons, Du Weiguo only jumped out of the Three Realms, was not among the Five Elements, had no family and no country, so he would not obey these silly rules.
"Tatata~"
Seeing the headless corpse of their captain standing there in a daze, his subordinates were stunned as their faces were splattered with brains. Before they could react, they were knocked down by a burst of rapid gunfire.
Since the first shot, the gunfire has never stopped, and bullets rained down from the windows of the police station like a rainstorm.
On the street, all the patrol teams that came to support were like waves of wheat blown by the wind. They were knocked down by the whole team. Without exception, they were all killed with headshots.
In just 10 minutes, there were 16 patrol teams within a 1 kilometer radius of the North District Police Station, as well as some scattered patrol officers.
There were a total of 159 people, not even a single one was left alive. Even those who were hiding behind the wall, turning around and running for their lives were all shot, and no one was spared.
A terrifying vacuum formed on the street, and it fell into dead silence again.
On the third floor of the police station, in front of the broken glass window, Du Weiguo lit a cigarette and calmly refilled the empty drum with ammunition, his eyes so cold that it penetrated people.
"Come on, you bastards, I still have plenty of bullets."
Speaking of which, we have to mention that Du Weiguo has now expanded to a huge space of 10.5 cubic meters, and he has filled most of it.
This grandson previously looted the weapons depot at the MI6 headquarters on Hong Kong Island.
There are more than a dozen brand-new AKMs, 6 MP5s and 6 Uzi submachine guns, and a dozen pistols are randomly selected as spares, and the bullet reserve is even more terrifying.
Nearly 20,000 rounds of 7.62mm steel core rifle ammunition alone were seized, tens of thousands of Beirut submachine gun rounds, hundreds of grenades, landmines, incendiary bombs each, and countless pistol rounds.
These ammunition, plus the batch of ammunition that the dead ghost Abe Sosuke had paid tribute to him at Gogao Mountain, were enough to equip a brigade's ammunition base.
These ammunition greatly alleviated Du Weiguo's phobia of insufficient firepower. Of course, they also provided him with unparalleled combat endurance.
Du Weiguo's shooting accuracy and speed are not comparable to ordinary big-head soldiers. Let's put it this way, if he wants to use up all his bullets, it will take at least tens of thousands of lives to fill them.
In this case, it had to be that he did not make any supplements, did not carry out large-scale transfers, and lost his mind, stupid and hard steel.
Ten minutes later, a series of dazzling lights suddenly lit up on the distant street. They were the lights of a convoy of military trucks.
The big army has arrived! Looking at this formation, it is at least the size of a reorganized battalion.
"Well done! It just so happens that I can kill to my heart's content tonight!"
Du Weiguo blew out the cigarette butt, with a cruel smile on his lips, and clicked into place the newly refilled drum.
The next moment, Du Weiguo appeared on the roof of the police station, squatted to hold the gun, and pulled the trigger without hesitation. The gorgeous fire snake instantly tore through the dark night.
A few hundred meters away, the moving convoy felt as if it had been hit by a storm. People and horses were turned upside down. In the carriage, the unidentified soldiers were swept away almost in droves.
In about the time of a cigarette, 3 minutes and 45 seconds to be exact, the 3rd Battalion of the 23rd Regiment of the Jakarta Garrison Division, which rushed to support, was completely wiped out, leaving not even a single breath left.
At 4 o'clock in the morning, just before dawn, the Central District Police Station in Jakarta once again received a "visit" from Du Weiguo.
More than a hundred police officers who were urgently gathering in the backyard to receive training were caught by Du Weiguo and killed without mercy.
After that, Du Weiguo casually killed several patrol teams that came to support him, and then he left calmly and disappeared without a trace.
Fo Xiao, two full divisions, nearly 30,000 regular troops, entered the city of Jakarta. The whole city was under martial law and the whole world was under threat.
The entire Jakarta was searched by the soldiers, but there was no trace of Du Weiguo anywhere.
From early morning to dawn, in less than 5 hours, Du Weiguo killed a total of 727 military and police officers, including a reorganization camp and 2 police stations.
The evil god enters the city and bloodbaths Jakarta!
Du Weiguo left only one person alive during the whole process, the director of the Central District Police Station. The reason why he was left alive was to let him carry a message.
At 9 o'clock in the morning, the sky is bright, the sun is bright in Jakarta, and the sea breeze is gentle. It is a rare good weather.
But at this moment, the atmosphere in the entire city of Jakarta is quite tense. Countless soldiers with live ammunition poured into the streets, military vehicles shuttled back and forth, and even tanks took to the streets.
In the South District, the Indian Intelligence Bureau building, the director's office on the top floor.
A middle-aged man with black-rimmed glasses and a black dark-patterned Buddy shirt with an ashen face was holding on to the collar of a fat man in police uniform and asked through gritted teeth:
"You stupid pig, are you sure he really said that? You didn't even remember a word wrong?"
The fat man in the police uniform was the chief of the Central District Police Station who narrowly escaped death, and this middle-aged man had a great background.
His name is Suhani, he is Suat's cousin and a confidant. He holds an important position as the Director of the Intelligence Bureau and specializes in dirty work.
Suhani is violent, moody, and murderous. He personally executed the massacre that shocked the world. He is an out-and-out cold-blooded executioner.
In Jakarta, Suhani's reputation is even worse than Suat's, and people call him an ogre in private.
The fat director was so frightened that he broke into cold sweat, his eyes were filled with fear, and he stammered in reply:
"Yes, yes, Director Suhani, I'm sure."
Suhani narrowed his eyes and stared at the fat man like a vicious wolf. With a ferocious expression on his face, he said word by word:
"Okay, then you can repeat it to me."
The fat man didn't dare to disobey, nodded his head like garlic, and swallowed hard:
"Yes, yes, he, he said, he would release Lu Yan before midnight today, and then, then~~"
At this point, the fat man seemed to be extremely frightened. He suddenly choked and trembled all over, unable to speak any more.
"Then what?"
Suhani suddenly took out his pistol, pulled the bolt and put it against the fat man's chin, and asked in a stern voice.
The fat man's face was trembling with fat, and he said with a cry:
"Of course, then let President Su, Suat commit suicide. Otherwise, he will kill more than a thousand soldiers and police every night until we are killed to the point of annihilation of our country and our species."
"Ho ho ho~"
When Suhani heard this, he laughed angrily, his eyes ignited with dark fire, and he clenched the fat man's collar tightly, staring at him like an evil ghost:
"What a loud tone! Okay, I want to see how you can kill us until we are exterminated!"
Facing his cannibalistic eyes, the fat man's crotch felt hot and he peed directly, begging with tears streaming down his face:
"Director Suhani, please, I didn't say this, it was him. My uncle is the deputy of the Engineering Department~"
"boom!"
The gunshot rang out, and a bloody hole was opened in the Fatty Director's Tianling Gai, and the panic and despair in his eyes were frozen forever.
Suhani looked at the fat director lying on the ground and sneered:
"Your uncle, huh, what the heck is he? He's just a maggot who only knows how to flatter you. He just happened to catch up. I'll kill him too, so you uncle and nephew can go on the road together."
Blood splashed all over Suhani's head and face, but he didn't care. He didn't even wipe it. His eyes were as red as blood:
"The Evil God, it's hard to live up to his reputation, and his methods are just that. He actually shows up to scare off the enemy. He is clearly a brainless and reckless man.
Hey hey hey, you dare to brag about going to Haikou and killing us until our country is destroyed. Now, tens of thousands of troops are stationed in the city, impregnable, I look at you~"
Jingle bell bell~
The red phone on the desk suddenly rang. It was an internal emergency call. Suhani frowned and picked up the phone:
"I am Suhani."
A deep man's voice came from the other end of the phone: "I'm Su Atuo, Su La, has the Evil God entered the city?"
Sura is Suhani's nickname. Now in Yinni, the only person who dares to call him this name is Su Atuo, the most respected person in the country.
Suhani wiped the dried blood stains on his face and said seriously:
"Yes, Your Excellency, I just interrogated the chief of the Central District Police Station and showed him the photo. It's the evil spirit."
Although they were brothers, he still called Suat as Your Excellency the President. On the other end of the phone, Suat was silent for a while before speaking:
"He left a message?"
"yes."
"What words?"
Suhani's voice was muffled: "He asked us to release the brotherhood assassin."
Suat asked almost without thinking: "What else?"
This cousin of his was so knowledgeable that it was really difficult to fool him. Suhani curled his lips and chose to tell the truth:
"He also asked you to kill yourself, otherwise he would kill thousands of soldiers and policemen every day until our country is extinct."
Upon hearing this, Suat neither laughed loudly nor became furious. He just remained silent and waited for a long time before speaking.
His tone was gloomy, like the calm before a rainstorm:
"Sura, tell Master Mahakala to immediately give up the pursuit of that Brotherhood assassin and return to Jakarta immediately. I will immediately transfer to Vault 15 and declare to the outside world that I went to Kalimantan for inspection."
Suhani frowned, his tone a little contemptuous:
"Your Excellency, there are tens of thousands of troops stationed in the city now, which is impregnable. He is not really a god. Are you a little too nervous?"
Su Atu snorted and scolded:
"Nonsense, he is not a god, so why do we mobilize tens of thousands of troops to enter the city? Even so, can you find him now?"
Suhani was speechless: "Uh~"
In the afternoon, the top floor presidential suite of the Dynasty Hotel in the center of Kuala Lumpur.
The clouds cleared and the rain dispersed. On the luxurious huge bed, Du Weiguo turned over and sat up, picked up the cigarette case on the bedside, lit a cigarette, and exhaled the smoke for a long time, feeling refreshed.
KGB swallow Natasha, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, was lying on his back like a water snake, her naked body covered in sweat.
Her voice was lazy and indescribably charming:
"Wesley, did you know? It is widely rumored that you got a fast submarine from me, and it is nuclear-powered."
In the early morning, Du Weiguo killed many people in Jakarta and left corpses everywhere. Such earth-shattering news naturally could not be hidden from Natasha, who had been lurking in Jakarta recently.
But here comes the problem. Kuala Lumpur is more than 1,200 kilometers away from Jakarta. Du Weiguo appeared in Kuala Lumpur only 12 hours apart.
He must not have taken any flying vehicle, because Jakarta is prohibited from flying at night. This is an iron law, and all unauthorized aircraft will be shot down.
Then, the legendary high-speed nuclear submarine of Du Weiguo is already on the horizon. At present, apart from the Citihawk, the only one with this technology is the polar bear.
Facing Natasha's clichés, Du Weiguo smiled without answering, rubbed her arm, and asked with interest:
"Natasha, seriously, can you really help me get a small submarine, a nuclear-powered one? I can pay for it."
Natasha raised her eyebrows:
"Wesley, stop joking. How can such a weapon that can destroy a country or a city be bought and sold casually?"
Du Weiguo took a puff of cigarette and replied with a smile:
"What kind of big killer? I don't want an offensive type. It doesn't need to carry any weapons, as long as it's fast enough. This is the ship I have now~"
Du Weiguo shut up decisively and showed a slightly annoyed expression, both real and fake, and a light flashed in Natasha's eyes.
Natasha's heart was agitated, and her body froze slightly, as if she had coveted some big secret.
It's definitely not Citigroup or Soviet Russia, it's England. Could it be China? Yes, it's very possible.
China is also a nuclear power. Although the current situation is special, it has never given up on research and development. Nuclear technology is advancing by leaps and bounds, and he is from China~~
Du Weiguo was so sensitive that he naturally felt the strangeness in Natasha's body and couldn't help but sneer in his heart.
To this day, his acting skills have been honed to the level of a movie star, and he deliberately reveals a flaw in order to continue to cover up the secret of his teleportation.
Du Weiguo's tone did not reveal any flaws:
"What? Natasha, can't we also use non-offensive nuclear submarines? If it doesn't work, I can also pay more."
"Well, Wesley, this matter is too important. I have to ask my superiors for instructions before I can reply to you. By the way, here in Jakarta, what are your next plans?"
Natasha licked her lips subconsciously and changed the topic very naturally. Du Weiguo also sensed the interest and did not continue.
Du Weiguo put out his cigarette, lay back on the bed, stretched, and replied loudly:
"I don't have any plans. I just sleep during the day, travel at night, and kill people in the early hours of the morning. I continue to kill until Su'at betrays everyone and commits suicide."
Natasha would not believe his nonsense, rolled her eyes and said angrily:
"Tch, if you don't want to say it, just say it. Is it interesting to lie to me with such an outrageous reason?"
Du Weiguo held her in his arms, caressed her delicate parts, and asked with a smile:
"Why is it so outrageous? Natasha, are you questioning my fighting ability?"
Du Weiguo had no puns and his hands became dishonest. Natasha quickly apologized:
"Please, Wesley, I really can't do it anymore. Of course you are the best."
As she spoke, Natasha twisted her body slightly, resisting desire and welcoming it. She was a professional at stimulating and controlling desire, and she played it clearly.
Natasha glanced at Du Weiguo's face and changed the subject:
"I know you are invincible, but now Jakarta has been blocked by heavy troops. No matter how powerful you are, you will still be alone~" (End of Chapter)
