The overall decoration of the Siren Bar is Gothic style, gloomy and eerie. It has three floors and a semi-circular building, like a huge beast crouching in the night.
The first floor of the bar is the dance floor, the second floor is the casino, and the third floor is the guest room that provides skin care services for both men and women.
"Kakaka~"
On the third floor, the sound of high heels sounded in the deep corridor filled with melodious sounds. Du Weiguo walked alone with the charming Alinda.
Anna was left at the bar on the first floor. This little girl was more successful than exposed, and she might take action next. No matter how much Du Weiguo did, he wouldn't bring a drag bottle with him during the fight.
"Baby Jack, how are you? Do you want to have sex with me now? You are so handsome and it makes my heart itch. You can do it for free~"
Listening to the blushing and heart-pounding sounds in the corridor, Alinda seemed to suddenly become interested. She approached Du Weiguo and breathed into his ear.
Du Weiguo was also an old hand at flowers, and he patted her plump parts with familiarity:
"Let's get down to business first, and then we can have a good discussion and discussion."
Aelinda chuckled softly and said with charming eyes: "Okay, we are here."
At the end of the corridor is a strangely shaped embossed copper door with several black and white obsidian stones inlaid in the shape of an eyeball.
"The boss is right inside, baby, I wish you good luck and is waiting for you~"
Aelinda winked at Du Weiguo, and gently scratched his chin with her scarlet nails, then twisted her hips and left.
"Ha, you should wish your boss good luck." Du Weiguo curled his lips with interest, opened the door and walked in.
Behind the copper door is the office of Sorenson, the owner of the Siren Bar, who is also known as the Lord of the Night on Lapal Island.
This island is managed by the government during the day and by him at night.
Sorensen is a tall, thin white middle-aged man, sitting on a strange-shaped bronze chair with a cold expression.
He has dark brown hair, one eye is blind, and he wears a black leather eyepatch. The other eye is shining brightly, which looks quite intimidating.
"Your name is Jack, and you want to fly to Asia?"
Sorensen's voice was hoarse and unpleasant. He must have suffered severe damage to his vocal cords. There was a hideous scar on his neck. It was a miracle that he survived.
When asking questions, Sorensen was still fiddling with a roll of U.S. dollars in a leisurely manner, which was the benefit Du Weiguo had just given to the bartender Alinda.
I don’t know how it got into his hands. It’s obvious that he has very strong control over this bar, almost omniscient and omnipotent.
Du Weiguo is now an expert and bold, so he doesn't care about this at all. He pulls out a chair and sits down opposite him:
"Yes, I want to get on a plane and leave Europe for Asia as soon as possible."
Seeing Du Weiguo's movements, Sorensen's eyes trembled for a moment, and asked: "Where in Asia?"
"Siam."
Sorensen's pupils suddenly shrank unnoticeably, but his expression remained motionless:
"Why are you going to Siam?"
Du Weiguo looked up at him with interest and spoke the truth without hesitation:
"I'm going after some bastard named Earl, Sorenson, do you know him?"
Upon hearing this, Sorensen's pupils shrank violently uncontrollably again. Obviously, he was by no means unfamiliar with this name.
Moreover, judging from his reaction, he seemed to have guessed Du Weiguo's true identity, but he denied it flatly:
"Earl, I don't know him. Who is he? Why are you chasing him~"
"Ha~"
Du Weiguo sneered, his eyes became stern, he actually dared to play tricks in front of him, he really didn't know how to live or die.
Du Weiguo suddenly knocked on the table and said in a faint tone:
"Sorenson, I advise you not to touch the Colt M1860 revolver under the table, or you will die."
After saying that, Du Weiguo took out a cigar from the cigar box on the table, lit it calmly, and glanced at Sorensen's arm hidden under the table intentionally or unintentionally.
There was a revolver hidden under the desk, and Sorensen's fingers had already touched the edge of the gun handle.
Hearing Du Weiguo's words, his movements froze and stopped abruptly. Du Weiguo took a puff of his cigar and looked at him with a half-smile:
"The cigar is good. It's a wise choice, Sorenson. It seems that you have guessed my identity."
Sorensen's single eye flickered and his lips pursed tightly. Du Weiguo slowly exhaled the smoke and his tone became more narrow:
"Sorenson, if you are not convinced, you can give it a try. You won't die, but it won't be completely cost-effective. Your other eye will be blind."
Cold sweat broke out on Sorensen's forehead, and he asked word by word:
"Are you really evil?"
Oops, stop pretending, let’s show off your cards? Du Weiguo smiled:
"Oh, Sorensen, you are indeed very well informed. I just had a fight on the street. After only ten minutes, you guessed my identity."
Sorensen shook his head: "This is just my guess, how can you prove it~"
"Take it!"
Before Sorensen finished speaking, a sharp evil shuttle penetrated the table and got stuck between his finger and the handle of the gun.
Sorensen didn't see how Du Weiguo took action at all. He only felt that his eyes were blurred, and there was a sharp steel shuttle on the table, and his fingers under the table were burning.
Du Weiguo pointed at the Evil God Shuttle with his cigar and said in a joking tone: "Sorensen, you are well-informed. Do you recognize this thing?"
Sorensen's eyes wandered and he licked his lips subconsciously. The Evil God Shuttle was the Evil God's signature weapon. He was well-informed. Although he had never seen it with his own eyes, he had certainly heard of it.
The key is that Du Weiguo's skills are too terrifying, unpredictable and incredibly fast. This cannot be imitated.
Sorensen's tone was low: "Evil Shuttle~"
Du Weiguo nodded: "Yes, Sorensen, you have a good eye, so where is Earl?"
Hearing this question, Sorensen's single eye flashed with hesitation, then he frowned and asked coldly:
"Don't say I don't know. Even if I know, why should I tell you? This is Rapal Island!"
As Sorensen roared, he also pressed a hidden switch on the side of the table.
It is understandable that Sorensen turned against Du Weiguo. After all, he is considered a giant, and the owner of this small island has seen strong winds and waves.
Facing Du Weiguo's aggressiveness, especially his extremely contemptuous attitude, I was definitely not convinced and wanted to stretch out my hand.
As Sorensen pressed the switch, two round holes appeared out of thin air on the side of the desk facing Du Weiguo. As the flames burst out, countless steel balls shot out, and a shotgun was hidden in the desk.
This wasn't over yet. Several sharp spikes, more than one meter long, suddenly popped out from the floor under Du Weiguo's seat.
If he couldn't escape from this, not only would Du Weiguo be in danger, but he would also be nailed to a chair alive. However, how could this be possible?
As early as outside the door, Du Weiguo had already clearly seen the layout of the office.
When Sorensen pressed the switch, the Nine Nether Lock in Du Weiguo's hand shot out and was nailed to the ceiling.
When the muzzle of the gun was exposed on the side of the desk, Du Weiguo soared into the air like a big bird, dodging the attacks of shotguns and spikes in an instant.
"Uh-huh!"
While he was in the air, Du Weiguo was not idle either. He waved his arms and two Evil God Shuttles shot out from his sleeves.
Du Weiguo now possesses tremendous strength that is multiple times that of an ordinary person. The Evil God Shuttle he threw out was so powerful that it not only penetrated Sorensen's shoulder blade, but also nailed him firmly to the bronze chair.
Du Weiguo landed firmly beside him, looked at Sorensen who was in pain, and said in a contemptuous tone:
"How about asking for trouble? Can you say it now?"
"Bah!" Sorensen was still tough and quenched a mouthful of blood on Du Weiguo's face: "Kill me if you dare. Do you think you can get out~ ah~"
Du Weiguo turned his head to avoid it, stretched out his hand to pinch the end of the evil shuttle, and twisted it slightly, causing Sorensen to scream miserably.
"Ha, he's still a tough guy? I like him the most."
Du Weiguo sneered, his eyes were indifferent and his tone was sarcastic. He had really seen many of these so-called tough guys.
In the end, none of them could resist the torture, so they took off their pants and farted, asking for trouble.
A moment later, a tragic wailing sounded in the office, but before Du Weiguo could ask for the result, rapid footsteps sounded in the corridor.
This must have been the sound of gunfire. Sorenson's minions rushed over to support him. The dignified island owner was naturally not alone.
"boom!"
The heavy carved copper door was kicked away by Du Weiguo, who followed closely and rushed out of Sorensen's office.
Damn it, since we can't reach an agreement, let's fight! Fight until an agreement is reached. This is Du Weiguo's logic, which is simple, crude and effective.
In the corridor outside the office, a few unlucky ones who rushed the fastest were unable to dodge, and were hit by the electric copper door, breaking their bones and tendons.
"Woo~"
Silencer Uzi, the sound of gunshots like rain hitting banana trees followed. Sorensen's other men had just escaped the impact of the copper door and were in shock.
Before he even had time to raise the weapon in his hand, he was instantly swept away by the hail of bullets and a large area was covered with blood.
Du Weiguo became ruthless and went on a killing spree!
Damn it, a stinking bumpkin who lives on the island all day pretending to be the boss actually dares to argue with the evil god. He simply doesn’t know the heights of the world.
To be honest, Du Weiguo has no power in Europe. He has long changed to show his power, and by the way, these stupid Europeans can see their cruelty.
But at this moment, Du Weiguo suddenly felt an itch on his chin, and then half of his body went numb for a moment, and his movements couldn't help but sluggish.
"Puff~"
In just such a fleeting moment, Du Weiguo's chest and abdomen were shaken violently. He was hit by two bullets and couldn't help but stagger back.
This was not the work of those minions, but the work of the charming bartender Alinda herself.
This bitch pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger. Her shooting skills are very vicious, fast and accurate, and her timing is perfect.
Moreover, just a slight scratch on the chin could paralyze Du Weiguo, even for just a moment, which was enough to explain the problem.
Aelinda, this wild and coquettish girl, must be no ordinary person, she is a person with abilities and specializes in playing drugs!
It just doesn't make sense for such a powerful person to have to work as a ridiculous bartender under a loser like Sorensen.
Therefore, there is only one truth. This woman is the real boss behind the Siren Bar and the actual controller of the island.
Sorenson is just a puppet.
Du Weiguo was shot twice in the chest and staggered back to Sorensen's office. Alinda hid at the back of the crowd and screamed at the remaining minions:
"Hurry in and kill him!"
"咻咻咻~"
At this moment, a unique gunshot sounded, and two dazzling fire snakes shot out from the door. This was Du Weiguo's custom-made pistol, matched with engraved bullets.
The combined power of the two is terrifying, comparable to a large-caliber sniper rifle. All the minions in the corridor were shot through by bullets, shattered, and the sky was filled with blood mist!
Alinda, who was hiding at the end of the crowd and even hid around the corner as soon as she saw the situation was bad, was not spared.
The bullet shot through the wall extremely smoothly, and her legs were instantly torn apart by the carved bullets. She fell to the ground with eyes full of disbelief and wailed.
"Tap~"
Steady footsteps sounded, and Du Weiguo walked leisurely in the purgatory-like corridor, stopping a few meters in front of her with a joking tone.
"Elinda, why are you doing this? How about just waiting for me in bed?"
Aelinda was crippled from the waist down and could not be saved by gods. The pain was heartbreaking. She wailed and looked at Du Weiguo with resentment and unwillingness.
"You, why are you okay?"
"Isn't it? Elinda, don't you even know about body armor?"
Du Weiguo smiled and sarcastically said, then opened his coat to reveal the dark bulletproof vest inside, buckled off one of the warheads, and threw it on the ground.
"MI6 specially customized it for me. It cost 30,000 US dollars. It works well. It can block rifle bullets at close range."
Body armor is relatively rare these days. It is unheard of to be able to block rifle bullets and be so thin and light.
This is the power of technology and the embodiment of currency capabilities.
Aelinda's eyes were desperate and she vomited black blood from her mouth:
"Okay, Evil God, I admit defeat. As long as you spare my life, I will tell you Earl's whereabouts."
Du Weiguo smiled half-heartedly: "Okay, let's talk."
Elinda vomited another mouthful of black blood, propped her body up on her elbows and tried to stand up but failed. She stretched out a hand with difficulty:
"I, I can't breathe, can you help me up?"
"no problem."
Du Weiguo smiled and nodded, and suddenly pulled the trigger. Two bullets penetrated Alinda's shoulder blades smoothly, and her arms immediately hung down softly.
While Aelinda was stunned, Du Weiguo had already grabbed her long hair, lifted her up, and threw her against the wall like a rag doll.
Du Weiguo: "Alinda, it's better to die than to live. I'll give you one last chance."
At 2 o'clock in the morning, on Rapal Island, the sky was as dark as a thick mass of ink.
At the airport in the north of the island, Du Weiguo's special plane, like a big gray bird, landed steadily at the airport. Manny was urgently summoned by Du Weiguo to return.
Three hours ago, Alinda couldn't withstand Du Weiguo's violent extortion of a confession, so she resorted to it one by one.
Earl and Alinda are old acquaintances. Her position as the "island owner" of Lapal Island was secretly promoted by Earl.
And his biological brother was hidden somewhere by Earl. This was Zhongjiang's consistent way of controlling his subordinates, Proton.
At that time, Alinda could only be regarded as a casual move for Earl, but now that he was cornered by Du Weiguo, she became even more crucial.
Therefore, Earl is a qualified chess player, with a weak line and a thousand miles of potential.
Earl notified Alinda as early as 10 days ago, and secretly prepared a plane for him that can fly directly to Sana'a. It is estimated that Earl has other arrangements when he gets there.
Four hours ago, when Du Weiguo and Anna fought at the door of the bar and their identities were exposed, Alinda notified Earl by telegram.
After receiving the news, Earl didn't even hesitate for a second and returned home at that time.
According to the information provided by Alinda, at that time, the Delhi on which Earl was traveling was only 70 nautical miles away from Rapal Island.
Just a little bit of a miss.
An hour later, the plane had only filled half a tank of fuel, and Du Weiguo impatiently ordered Manni:
"Okay, take off immediately, target Bermuda."
Manny said vigorously and resolutely: "Okay, let's take off immediately."
The Delhi that Earl was on was about to run out of fuel, and Bermuda was his only escape route.
On the plane, Anna huddled in a corner, like a child who had done something wrong, her eyebrows drooping, and she didn't even dare to say a word.
Du Weiguo glared at her and said angrily:
"Okay, don't be in a daze, inform Natasha immediately and ask her to find a way to block the coastline around Rapal Island immediately, to prevent this guy Earl from trying to counterattack."
Anna was shocked: "Yes, I understand."
The Devil's Triangle in Bermuda is famous all over the world, but Bermuda is actually just an ordinary island chain under the British control, and there is nothing special about it.
Since it is British territory, it is naturally the territory of MI6. When Du Weiguo arrived at the Hamilton Military Airport in the capital, there was already a convoy waiting at the airport.
A heavily armed officer with a serious expression led the team to receive Du Weiguo and his party.
His name is Stephen, he only has the rank of major, but he is the highest-ranking military intelligence administrator in Bermuda.
Bermuda is just an enclave with scarce resources and a sparse population. Its strategic significance and economic value are extremely limited, and it still needs local support year after year.
Retaining such a place is more to maintain the face of the empire on which the sun never sets, but the investment must be limited.
England only has one battalion of Marines stationed here, with a mere 300 people, only 2 outdated helicopters, and a broken gunboat.
With such poor strength, most pirates would probably kneel down when they meet a large number of pirates. It's no wonder that England is declining, and we can see the clues from this point.
A skinny donkey can hold on until he poops hard.
Since Stephen was sent to garrison on this barren desert island, he knew with his toes that he was being squeezed out.
No wonder he has a gloomy poker face:
"Lieutenant Manny, I have received an order from the Navy Headquarters to fully cooperate with your work.
However, Bermuda has a long coastline of 186 miles, and many places are uninhabited areas, so our manpower is limited~~"
Du Weiguo didn't have time to chat with this resentful guy, so he interrupted him rudely:
"Where can we refuel ships on the island? Apart from your airport, are there any other planes?"
Stephen was a little confused: "Uh~" (End of chapter)
