October 10th is 4 days away from the winter solstice in the Mayan Gregorian calendar.
Bermuda, Skull Island, east side.
The sky finally dawned, and the heavy rain that had raged for two days and nights finally stopped, and the entire island turned into a land of mud.
As it cleared up, the temperature suddenly rose without any gaps, and water vapor suddenly filled the air, like a huge steamer.
"Hoo, hoo~~"
Du Weiguo suddenly stuck his head out of a quagmire formed by accumulated water, breathing heavily.
This quagmire was created by a giant lizard after it fell from the cliff. It was more than ten meters deep and the area was as big as several swimming pools.
And this giant lizard covered in scales was blasted off the cliff with a cluster grenade by the thief Du Weiguo a quarter of an hour ago.
Currently, this crazy armored monitor lizard is already chasing the double gold-rimmed predator with red eyes.
The simplest way is to divert trouble to the east, just basic operations.
At this moment, Du Weiguo is not fighting alone. Countless warrior saints and war gods from China over the past 5,000 years are with him.
Although the Predator's Annihilation Cannon is sharp, the blue light emitted by the shoulder-mounted Annihilation Cannon is only as thick as a thumb, which is insignificant compared to the giant lizard's size.
Moreover, this giant lizard's body was covered with scales that were more than one meter thick, and its defensive power was quite astonishing. Anyway, Du Weiguo saw with his own eyes that the annihilation cannon failed to penetrate its body after being shot into it.
Even if the annihilation cannon shot into its eyes, the big lizard's eyes would only turn red, but it was not blind.
More than 3 meters tall, armed to the teeth and filled with a sense of oppression, the double gold-rimmed Predator stood in front of the giant lizard like a toothpick facing a giant.
Even though it tried its best, it was still no match. In desperation, it had no choice but to turn around and run away!
As for Du Weiguo, he would not foolishly follow him to watch the battle. Although it was nice to pick off people's heads, his own life was more important.
What if Shuang Phnom Penh is forced into a desperate situation, and he bombards him with naval artillery without respecting martial ethics, accidentally injuring him?
You know, no work, no dead, right?
A moment later, Du Weiguo had moved away from the quagmire as quickly as possible and hid in a damp tree hole.
The tree hole is larger than the average house. It can easily dig out four bedrooms, two living rooms and two bathrooms. Such places can be found almost everywhere in the jungle of Skull Island.
Throwing a few Shashen pills into his mouth, chewing them loudly, and staring at the scorching steam filling the air outside, Du Weiguo thought to himself:
"The temperature outside has risen. These iron-blooded fools who rely on infrared heat sources to lock their targets should not be able to find me for the time being. They can take a breather."
After adjusting to a relatively comfortable posture and wiping the mud on his cheeks, Du Weiguo took out his cigarette case and lit one:
"Damn, I wonder how that old boy Merlin is doing? Is he dead?"
At this moment, in a deep pool about 20 kilometers away from Du Weiguo in a straight line, Merlin slowly walked onto the shore with a sword in his hand.
His clothes were ruined again, and his upper body was naked, revealing muscle lines like cast iron. He was also holding a large piece of pink tender meat in his hand, which was cut from the belly of a big fish.
This bottomless pool seemed to be the unique territory of the big fish, and this stupid fish didn't care about eating or fighting. When it saw the prey, it swallowed Merlin into its belly without hesitation.
The few gold-rimmed iron-bloods did not have underwater detection equipment, but they were very patient. They squatted on the shore all night and did not leave until a moment ago.
So, Merlin got out through the flesh hole that Du Weiguo had broken open before and had not grown yet.
The unlucky big fish suddenly became a mobile refuge for the two brothers.
"Bah~~"
Taking a vicious bite of the raw fish and chewing it hard, Merlin stared far away in a direction in the jungle, which was the direction where the iron-blooded footprints disappeared.
Merlin muttered vaguely:
"These alien bastards suddenly left. They were probably lured away by Wesley, right? This bastard should be fine."
In Forty-Nine City, winter is about to come, the grass is withering and the north wind is howling.
It was getting dark, and the current situation was special. No one dared to come out to play at night, so everyone got into bed early and had a rest.
The Jiulong Mountain on the eastern outskirts of the city had long been dilapidated, and in the Laojun Temple, which was rarely visited by people, a faint and faint fire suddenly lit up.
This Laojun Temple built in the deep mountains and old forests was actually a popular place a year ago. It is said that making wishes here is very effective, and basically all requests are answered.
However, with strong (wind) blows, the once prosperous Taoist temple fell into disrepair almost overnight.
The gables fell to pieces, the houses collapsed, the Taoist priests in the temple were missing, the head of Laojun's statue was shoveled off, and even the bluestones on the mountain path were removed.
In the backyard of the Taoist temple, a bonfire was lit in a Zen room that was barely tidy and at least the outer wall had not collapsed.
A thin black man with a goatee and a greasy military coat was squatting in front of the fire and slowly tinkering with the pipe pot.
"Lao Daobao, when can we go down the mountain?"
Opposite the thin black man, sitting next to the dilapidated bed, was a young man wearing a new and whitish blue cotton coat.
With a square face, the entire face appears abnormally flat, except for the high cheekbones, single eyelids, and a pair of narrow eyes with twinkling light.
The young man's tone was a little irritable, but the old man didn't say anything. He picked up a piece of firewood, slowly lit the pipe pot, and slowly exhaled the smoke.
"Old Daobao, why the hell am I talking to you, what do you mean? What, if you don't do anything after receiving money, do you want to take advantage of it?"
The young man's tone became more impatient, and he even cursed in a hurry, with a fierce look in his eyes.
"Ah!"
The old swordsman sneered, knocked the pipe pot casually, raised his head and glanced sideways at the young man, and replied unhurriedly:
"Are you in a hurry? If you have the ability, just go down the mountain by yourself. With a skin like yours, I'll see if you can get into Sijiu City."
"Bangdang~"
While speaking, Lao Dao took out a black cloth bag from his arms and threw it in front of the young man, his tone full of disdain:
"You surnamed Jin, you only have three melons and two dates, and you still want me to put my life on the line with you and go down the mountain? I'm going to paralyze you! Just play with yourself."
Upon hearing this, a dangerous light suddenly flashed in the young man's eyes. He subconsciously put his hand into his cotton coat and his tone became harsh:
"Old knife handle, what do you mean? Do you want to betray me?"
The old swordsman glanced at the young man's hand that was put into the cotton coat, and curled his lips contemptuously:
"What's going on? Jin, you're so capable, but you still want to kill people and silence them?"
Taking another puff of cigarette, Lao Daobao said in a faint tone:
"Don't you know what's going on at the bottom of the mountain right now? It's hard to move even an inch, and you really want to go wild in Sijiu City, and it's also the compound of the King of Hell!"
At this point, Lao Daobao also became angry. He waved the pipe pot in his hand, raised his voice and cursed:
"Kim Jung-tai, from Mahler Gobi, you are tired of living. I haven't lived enough yet. If you want to die, don't scratch me."
The young man's name was Jin Zhengtai. When he heard this, his brows furrowed tightly and his face became gloomy. He picked up the cloth bag on the ground and weighed it:
"After all, you just want to add money? Lao Daobao, your appetite is a bit big. Isn't 30 small yellow croakers enough?"
Small yellow croakers are small gold bars. One bar weighs 31.25 grams, and 30 bars equals 937.5 grams, which is nearly a kilogram. In any era, it is not considered small money.
The old knife gave Jin Zhengtai a hard look, and he cursed angrily:
"I fuck you, uncle! Jin Zhengtai, you have donkey hair stuffed in your ears. It's not about money. Do you know where the King of Hell's Courtyard is and how evil it is?"
Jin Zhengtai clenched his teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "Tell me, how evil can that place be?"
"Huh~"
The old man took several puffs of his pipe and pot, exhaled the smoke for a long time, and then said in a dull voice:
"The Courtyard of the King of Hell is famous because of King Du Yan. This King of Hell is the hard-edged figure of the Special Service Department, and he is a master who kills people like mowing grass.
Not to mention the distant ones, just talking about the Second Master of the Huo Family on Niushi Street, Nancheng Yidao, and the Jiang Family Courtyard, all the famous quarrels on the road were eliminated by him single-handedly. "
After taking a breath, the old knife handle continued:
"Although King Du Yan has disappeared now, the people living in King Yan's compound are his former subordinates, all of whom are ruthless characters. Now all the ghosts, ghosts and snake gods in the Forty-Nine City have to take a detour when passing by Hat Alley."
Lao Dao moved his subconscious closer to Jin Zhengtai and lowered his voice:
"I also heard that King Du Yan is not dead at all, but is on a secret mission. There are people in the Special Service Department protecting the King of Hell compound.
Kim Zhengtai, with your small stature, you still want to touch his wife. Isn’t this just lighting a lantern in a latrine? "
Jin Zhengtai was upset when he heard this, his eyelids were twitching, and he patiently shouted:
"Old Daobao, why are you here telling me storytelling? I'm not asking you to carry your head to some Hell King's Courtyard to fight for your life.
You just need to find a way to take me there to identify the door, and then find a place for me to stay nearby for a short time. "
The old sword curled his lips, a cunning flash in his eyes:
"Then, you touched King Du Yan's wife. Regardless of success or failure, I will definitely not be able to stay in Sijiu City anymore. In this situation, where the hell can I go? Go into the deep mountains and forests and become a savage?"
"Okay, old knife handle, please stop inking. I'll add 2 more big ones for you~~"
"puff!"
Jin Zhengtai was about to bargain when he was suddenly interrupted by a low scream.
There was a huge blood hole inexplicably on the temple of the old knife handle, and Kim Zhengtai's head and face were covered with dripping brain matter and blood.
"Shashasha~~"
Footsteps came from outside, and then a tall figure opened the door and walked into the room. He was a middle-aged man wearing a woolen coat, with a sinister expression and his hands behind his back.
There was no gun in the middle-aged man's hand behind his back, and his index finger and thumb were rubbing each other gently. It was not known how he killed the old knife handle.
"Forget it, Chint, this person can't be used anymore. It's very likely that the front foot took the money and the back foot sold us. Please clean up quickly, we can't stay in this place anymore."
The middle-aged man spoke Korean. When Jin Zhengtai saw him, he stood up immediately. He didn't even bother to wipe the blood stains on his face, and nodded respectfully:
"Yes, Zai Zhengjun, I understand."
Jin Zhengtai also spoke fluent Korean. Although he behaved submissively, his eyes flickered, indicating that he was hesitant to speak.
The middle-aged man glanced at him gently and said in a calm tone:
"Zhengtai, if you have any questions, you can ask."
Jin Zhengtai nodded and bowed with tears in his eyes:
"Yes, yes, thank you Lord Zai Zheng. It is obvious that our appearance is different from that of the Chinese. Now that the handle of the old sword is gone, how should we enter Sijiu City?"
"Hehehe~"
Zheng Zaijun smiled meaningfully:
"Zhengtai, aren't you a true Chinese?"
"Uh~"
Jin Zhengtai was choked so much that his face turned red and he was speechless.
He is indeed a purebred Chinese. It is only because of his ethnic heritage that he has a typical Korean face and can speak fluent Korean.
The party who led the way in several cases of forgetting the classics has been around since ancient times and is not uncommon. However, Mr. Zhengzai did not continue to tease Kim Zhengtai, and changed the subject:
"As long as you are willing to spend money, it is not difficult to find a guide."
Jin Zhengtai was a little emotional and whispered in Chinese:
"The situation in Sijiu City is very special now. Even if you are willing to spend money, it may not be so easy to find someone willing to lead the way."
Mr. Zheng Zai didn’t understand Chinese, so when he heard Kim Zhengtai muttering in a low voice, he immediately frowned and raised his voice:
"Kim Jungtae, what are you talking about?"
Jin Zhengtai waved his hand quickly: "No, no, I was wondering if anyone else could take us into the city."
At this moment, Hat Contract entered the backyard of the third courtyard, where Du Weiguo was in the east wing. In the north bedroom, Yang Caiyu and Sun Yumei were crowded on the same bed, and the two were talking at night.
"Mom, you are serious. Why did you just accept these tons of coal, eggs, bacon and so on?"
This afternoon, Hu Fei sent someone to deliver 5 tons of coal to his family, as well as some eggs, bacon, biscuits and preserved fruits, in the name of taking care of the families of the heroes and martyrs.
It doesn't sound like there's anything wrong with it. The reason is reasonable and understandable.
In fact, the current situation is special, materials are scarce, and these items are extremely high-end goods that are in short supply. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are worth a thousand dollars, which naturally arouses the envy of many people.
Besides, there are so many families of heroes and martyrs in Sijiu City right now. It is impossible for anyone to receive such super-standard treatment.
Sun Yumei patted Yang Caiyu's head gently and scolded softly:
"I'm telling you, is your mother the kind of person with short-sighted eyes? You didn't see it at the time. The few comrades sent by Hu Fei couldn't stop them at all. They carried their things and rushed in with their heads down."
Moving her body, Sun Yumei continued:
"Tell me, what should I do? I'm so old, I can't just hang out with a few young guys in the hospital, right?"
"Alas~"
Yang Caiyu sighed softly:
"Mom, you said okay, what song is Director Hu suddenly singing? Isn't this putting us on the fire?"
Winter is about to begin, and there are more than 10,000 workers in the steel rolling mill, from the factory director to the handymen, but this year's winter coal has not yet been obtained.
At night, there is no smoke from the chimneys in the family area of the steel rolling mill, let alone eggs, bacon and the like, which are considered luxuries.
At this moment, Hu Fei suddenly sent someone to bring her so many things with great fanfare. Isn't this blatant specialization and provoking public anger?
"Caiyu, do you think it's possible that "he" is making some noise outside? Is Director Hu deliberately making a statement?"
"He" naturally refers to Du Weiguo. He is not dead, and Yang Caiyu and his wife naturally know it well. Sun Yunmei seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly her expression became a little nervous.
Although she retired early and left her job, living in a courtyard every day without paying attention to worldly affairs, she was born in an official family and had experienced ups and downs in the system. Her basic political sensitivity was still there, and her string was always tight.
In fact, since Du Weiguo disappeared, Sun Yumei has been secretly paying attention to the happenings around her all the time, which can be said to be very thoughtful.
Upon hearing this, Yang Caiyu immediately became excited. He turned over and sat up, his face turning red:
"You mean something happened to Wei Guo? You can't, right? Mom, please don't scare me?"
Sun Yunmei's eyes were full of pity and love, and she quickly stretched out her hand to pull her back to the bed and help her cover the quilt:
"You silly kid, you're so frizzy, hurry up and cover yourself up. It's been so cold for a while, so don't make yourself sick anymore."
"Mom, I'm fine, I'm not cold at all. Please tell me quickly, what happened to Wei Guo outside?"
Yang Caiyu's face was flushed, the tip of her nose was sweating, and she urged eagerly.
Needless to say, Yang Caiyu's physical fitness has been getting better and better since she took the two big pills that Miss Hu fed her.
Not only is his physical condition getting better and better, he is not afraid of cold or heat, and his strength and metabolism are also getting better and better.
You know, those two pills look inconspicuous, but they are actually the Nine Turns Pill that Master Hu San of Lushan has collected for many years.
This is not a fake golden elixir that will lead to lead and mercury poisoning if eaten, but a medicinal elixir made hundreds of years ago by Immortal Sun using thousand-year-old ginseng mixed with thousand-year-old Tai Sui as the main ingredient.
The living dead, flesh and bones are nonsense, but the effects of eliminating all diseases, strengthening internal organs, nourishing yin and nourishing the skin, and prolonging life are unequivocal and unequivocal.
Upon hearing this, Sun Yumei rolled her eyes helplessly:
"Do you think I'm a god? I can pinch and calculate. I don't even know where he is now. He is so far away from me. How can I possibly know what happened to him?"
Yang Caiyu was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, shaking Sun Yumei's shoulders vigorously:
"Mom, you must have guessed something. Please stop playing riddles and tell me quickly. I'm almost dying of anxiety."
"Okay, okay, stop shaking it, my old bones will fall apart if you shake them again."
Sun Yumei held Yang Caiyu's hand and lowered her voice:
"I think Wei Guo may have been in trouble recently."
"Ah?" Upon hearing this, Yang Caiyu's eyes suddenly opened wide, and his tone was anxious as he wanted to sit up:
"What trouble?"
Sun Yumei had expected it, so she held her down in advance, shook her head slowly, and said in a deep voice:
"Caiyu, don't worry. I can't guess what kind of trouble Wei Guo encountered outside. But one thing I can be sure of is that he is definitely fine. There is a high probability that he is just temporarily missing or out of contact."
Yang Caiyu asked anxiously: "Why?"
In fact, Yang Caiyu is very smart and has exquisite orifices. If he thinks about it carefully, he will definitely be able to analyze it immediately.
However, caring leads to chaos. Yang Caiyu is now in a state of confusion, her mind is in a mess, and she can no longer think calmly.
Ask the world, what is love? Directly teach life and death to make love? Traveling from all over the world, the old wing has experienced cold and heat several times, joyful and joyful, parting is painful, and there are even more idiotic children among them.
Sun Yumei secretly exhaled a breath, and saw that Yang Caiyu's eyes were red, looking like she was about to cry, and she was filled with emotions, distressed and helpless.
After stroking the tears from the corners of Yang Caiyu's eyes, Sun Yumei patiently explained:
"Caiyu, think about it. No matter what, whether it's public or private, Director Hu will definitely not harm us. He sent people to deliver supplies to us in such a high-profile manner this time, which should be a gesture."
"attitude?"
Yang Caiyu frowned, thoughtfully, and Sun Yumei nodded:
"Wei Guo is temporarily missing. Those monsters, ghosts, gods and snakes hiding in the dark are inevitably a little bit ready to move. Director Hu is now taking the initiative to show his attitude. He should be knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger. After all, he is the one he represents now~~"
Yang Caiyu's eyes were red and her voice was choked with sobs: "Mom, tell me, do you think something might have happened in Wei State?"
Seeing that she was not getting enough, Sun Yumei scolded angrily:
"You kid, you've been sleeping for a year and your brain has gone crazy. If something happened to Wei Guo, would they still go to all the trouble to protect us?
Your second uncle has now been transferred to another province to work, and he is beyond his reach. Do you think we two mothers can have such a great reputation just by themselves? "
With a sigh, Sun Yumei's tone was changed, with a hint of sadness: "When people are here, the favor remains, but when people leave, the tea will get cold!"
Sun Yumei hit the mark. Hu Fei had just been reinstated. He took the risk of being criticized and resolutely defended Yang Caiyu and his daughter. Naturally, including the big boss behind him, they all wanted to sell Du Weiguo.
Yang Caiyu wiped his eyes and muttered to himself in a faint tone: "Hey, when can I see him?" (End of this chapter)
