"Hello, Mr. Wesley, welcome to London."
Mr. J came over in stride and reached out his hand proactively. His voice was strong and strong, he spoke very politely and acted very enthusiastically.
"Hello, Mr. J."
Du Weiguo shook hands with him, and Mr. J acted a little exaggerated.
"Mr. Wesley, seeing you in person really makes me marvel at your youth and handsomeness."
"Thanks."
Du Weiguo said politely, but he had no intention of making small talk and went straight to the point:
"Mr. J, I am not here as a guest in London this time. I am here to collect debts, blood debts."
"Uh~" Mr. J looked slightly startled, shook his head, and grinned helplessly:
"Mr. Wesley, I heard that you Chinese people are always polite in doing things, but you are quick to talk."
Du Weiguo chuckled:
"Otherwise? Mr. J, do you plan to take me to visit the British Museum or Buckingham Palace?"
"Haha, Mr. Wesley was joking."
Even though Mr. J had seen countless strong winds and waves and had already cultivated his invulnerability, he still choked on Du Weiguo's sharp words and cursed in his heart.
"Fuck! Did this bastard eat the skin of a mad dog? Why do you speak in such a loud tone?"
You know, less than half of the collections in the British Museum in London were obtained from the prodigal old woman Cixi of China.
How could it be possible to take Du Weiguo to visit? Professionally attract hatred?
Not to mention Buckingham Palace, which is the seat of the royal family of England, the place of cardinals, and the current Queen Elizabeth II squats in it.
If I heard that the evil spirit was coming, could this old lady be so frightened that she would pout over on the spot?
Today, Du Weiguo is no longer a subordinate. Even when facing the powerful Mr. J, the head of MI6, he does not have to accompany him with a smile.
He didn't even bother to practice Tai Chi with him. At his current level, he could stand upright and speak loudly.
"Mr. J, you are a busy man with many things to do. You have great powers and are well-informed. I believe you also know the purpose of my visit.
Besides, you can’t hope that this time bomb of mine will linger in London for a long time, so let’s not waste time and get to the point. "
After a slight pause, Du Weiguo immediately added:
"When I get what I want, I turn around and leave. Otherwise, I can only mess around."
Du Weiguo spoke quickly and to the point, with an undisguised threat in his words. Fortunately, Mr. J was not an ordinary cannon after all. He quickly adjusted his mood and regained his composure in his tone:
"Okay, Mr. Wesley is really candid, so please get in the car first and we'll talk while we walk."
Mr. J raised his finger and pointed at the car he was riding in. Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows slightly, slightly surprised:
"In your car?"
"Yes, I drive myself."
Du Weiguo gave him a thumbs up:
"Mr. J is so brave that he is willing to ride with me, a notorious executioner. Aren't you afraid that I will suddenly go crazy and hurt others?"
"Hahaha!" Mr. J laughed:
"Mr. Wesley, you are invincible in the world. If you really want to take my head, even if I hide in the bunker of Blenheim Palace, it will be useless.
But as far as I know, Your Excellency Wesley is by no means an indiscriminate killer, and has never killed anyone by mistake. I have many things that I want to talk to you about alone. "
Mr. J smiled boldly, his words were humorous, he flattered me lightly and not too seriously, and most importantly, he also proposed a private chat.
He could understand with his toes that he wanted to reach some secret agreement with Wesley that only the two of them knew, or even an offensive and defensive alliance.
However, Du Weiguo shook his head without hesitation and decisively refused. His tone was casual but determined:
"Mr. J is generous, thank you for the invitation, but I have long been accustomed to Reina, so we should arrange a separate car for us."
Hearing such a reply, Mr. J was slightly stunned, but he only reacted instantly and said politely:
"Of course, as you wish."
What Du Wei Guohao just rejected wasn't a car. What he rejected was the opportunity to directly cooperate and have a single line of communication with the top leader of MI6.
Such a clear-cut platform for Reina is equivalent to shouting with a loudspeaker, Reina is mine, I only recognize her in MI6, and no one can touch her!
"Director Reina, from now on, it will be your fault to work with Mr. Wesley." Mr. J glanced at Reina meaningfully.
"Of course, Director, I am obligated."
Reyna's face was radiant, her magnificent chest stood out proudly, her eye circles were slightly red, and she nestled tightly next to Du Weiguo.
At this moment, Reina felt the emotion of dying for a confidant. It was worth it! It's all worth it!
The little transparent Manny in the back row was also slightly moved. New trends are surging. People in high positions are often cold-blooded, and a common problem is that they forget their loyalty to others.
The so-called friendship, friendship, even family affection and love are all worthless in the face of huge interests.
It's really not easy to meet a boss like Du Weiguo, who is extremely capable and looks down on the world, but still cares about his old relationship.
On the road, the special bulletproof Land Rover was driving smoothly. Du Weiguo glanced at the pretty scenery outside the window, smacked his lips, and said in a teasing tone:
"Tsk, heading east, we are getting further and further away from the city. Could Mr. J just want to find a deserted place and bury me directly?"
Everyone knew he was joking. If Mr. J really had the ability to bury him, would he still be allowed to appear in London?
However, Reina turned her head and explained.
"Wesley, the official headquarters of our MI6 is by the Thames River in London, but the actual headquarters is in the town of Enfield, right on this road."
Manny also added at this moment: "Mr. Wesley, we will be there soon."
Du Weiguo nodded noncommittally, rolled down the window, took out his cigarette case, handed Meilin a cigarette, and lit it himself.
"Reina, do you think there will be Masons waiting for me at the Sixth Branch Headquarters?"
"must."
"ambush?"
Reina shook her head firmly:
"Absolutely impossible. Mr. J is not a stupid person. He cannot lead the war to the mainland. He cannot afford the consequences."
Du Weiguo thought about it for a while, and it was indeed the truth:
"Well, that makes sense. Who do you think will come forward from the Freemasonry later?"
Raina thinks about it:
"There is a high probability that it is Burn Perez, who is considered the second-largest figure in the Freemasonry, or it may be Akira Sassoon. After all, he is the deputy speaker and the head of the European region."
Du Weiguo exhaled the smoke and became interested:
"Akira Sassoon, is that mechanic Rod Sassoon's father?"
Reina nodded, her eyes flickering slightly: "Yes, he is the father of Rhodes who was, uh, taken away by Miss Hu."
Rhodes was kidnapped and used as a talisman by Miss Hu. There is no need to argue with this, everyone knows it.
However, in order to take care of Du Weiguo's emotions, Lei Na suddenly changed her mind and changed her mind to take him away.
Thinking of Miss Hu and a series of her recent actions, Du Weiguo also felt his head buzzing.
"Tsk, this Hu Da is really difficult to deal with."
Seeing that he finally mentioned this, Reina asked tentatively:
"So, Wesley, this Miss Hu is really your woman?"
"yes."
Du Weiguo cherished his words like gold. He only said one word and looked out the window without mentioning it. Naturally, Reina did not dare to ask again, and the atmosphere became slightly dull.
"Mr. Wesley, we are here."
Fortunately, Manny came to the rescue in time.
The eastern suburbs of London, 68 kilometers away from the city, is the town of Enfield.
At the side entrance of a museum that is ancient and covers a vast area but is not open to the public, several Land Rovers filed in and drove straight into the basement without stopping.
Then get off the car, transfer to the elevator, and go all the way down. After 4 minutes and 38 seconds, the elevator stops, and a long corridor appears in front of you.
This is an underground fortification built during World War II that can be directly connected to the London Underground network. After the war, it was requisitioned by MI6 and turned into a lair.
At the elevator entrance, Mr. J personally greeted him with a pleasant smile:
"Mr. Wesley, welcome to MI6, this is Mr. Akira the Freemason."
Mr. J is an extremely smart man. If a confidential discussion fails, he will throw the blame away immediately.
Behind him stood a tall, thin, handsome white guy with black hair, black eyes, a hooked nose, and a calm demeanor.
"Hello, Mr. Wesley, my name is Akira Sassoon, the deputy speaker of the Masonic High Table Council. I am solely responsible for negotiating this dispute."
Akira was quite happy and didn't hide it, and went straight to the topic.
Of course, Du Weiguo was not used to illness, and his tone was cold:
"Akira, your wording is fundamentally wrong. It is not a dispute negotiation, but an unconditional compensation for defeat."
Akila frowned and said nothing, Du Weiguo raised his brows, and the evil aura instantly rose up. A sinister wind roared in the corridor, and the temperature dropped sharply.
"Huh, what? If you're not convinced, it doesn't matter. We can continue the war. As a sign of sincerity, I won't even kill you today."
Akira was not a good person either. He actually withstood Du Weiguo's overwhelming evil force without changing his expression.
"Mr. Evil God, I know that you are very capable and almost invincible, but you can't be the enemy of the whole world, right?"
Du Weiguo sneered:
"Ha! The whole world? Akira, aren't you a bit too loud? A group of speculators, holding a few stinky money in their hands, are you a bit too arrogant?"
Before Akira could refute, Du Weiguo's words changed and he was as sharp as a knife:
"Old man, do you believe it or not? Just kill half, no, one-third of you bullshit High Table members.
The remaining cartilage will soon kneel in front of me, crying and wagging their tails for mercy! "
"Hmph, Wesley, you have to understand that if a full-scale war really breaks out, your properties and subordinates~"
Akira didn't dare to show weakness, and even wanted to say a few harsh words to threaten him.
But he was interrupted coldly by Du Weiguo:
"Then let's give it a try! It's a bargain to replace your entire despicable race with my shabby bottles and cans and a few worthless lives!
The mustache in Germany started the war and was full of evil, but he did one thing right. I am willing to finish this thing that he has not finished. "
Fuck! It hurts my heart!
Upon hearing this, Akira suddenly became furious and pointed at Du Weiguo: "What, you~"
Du Weiguo's eyes flashed with anger, and he was just about to destroy his claws, but Mr. J appeared between the two in time and acted as a peacemaker.
"Mr. Akira, I think your current behavior of provoking Mr. Wesley is very irrational. After all, it was you who unilaterally tore up the armistice agreement and started a war without authorization.
Although the culprit has been killed and both parties have suffered injuries, after all, you were at fault first, and appropriate compensation requirements are reasonable. After all, peace is the issue today. "
Mr. J seemed to be completely siding with Du Weiguo, but he also secretly reminded him that Mina, the culprit, was dead. You should ask appropriately and don't go too far.
As expected, it is an old Jianghu, with no trace of water showing.
"Haha, okay, Mr. J, after all, this is your territory, I will give you a face today."
Du Weiguo sneered, took out his cigarette case and lit a cigarette.
Then, ignoring Akira's livid expression, he stood at the elevator entrance and made his request.
There were 6 requirements in total. In the long years that followed, these requirements were engraved on the walls of the Masonic High Table Chamber. They were called the Elevator Agreement and were deeply shameful.
"First: Immediately release the Immortal Anna Sukari."
“Secondly, the current head of the Masonic Lodge apologized to him in person.”
"Third: Compensation of US$6 billion, paid immediately."
"Fourth: I want all the core data of Boeing, including the entire production line of small aircraft and helicopters, also within one month."
"Fifth: Citi Oak Ridge Laboratory, all equipment, including laboratory personnel, will be relocated to Guyana immediately for a period of one month."
After saying these five items, the corridor was so quiet that the only sound left was Akira's heavy breathing, and the veins on his forehead were about to burst.
Even Mr. J's eyelids jumped and the corners of his mouth twitched.
To be honest, except for the first one, which was a little vague and not very clear, the rest of these requirements all exceeded his cognitive bottom line.
The Freemasons will first apologize in person, but can Du Weiguo still let him go back with all his hair and tail? Certain death.
This is obviously to make the Rothschild family patriarch be the most important chicken and intimidate Xiao Xiao.
Also, what is the concept of 6 billion U.S. dollars? In 1966, England's GDP was 218.7 billion U.S. dollars, ranking fourth in the world, but its fiscal revenue was only a mere 43 billion U.S. dollars.
Du Weiguo is equivalent to taking 3% of GDP and 15% of fiscal revenue in one bite. This is simply a mouthful.
The scariest thing is the last two. Boeing is Citi's top company. It not only makes airplanes, but also makes missiles, rockets, and even spaceships.
Once all of Boeing's core data is transferred, it will be equivalent to Du Weiguo also possessing these most critical high-end technologies.
And the last one, Oak Ridge Laboratory, an important part of the famous Manhattan Project, turned out to be a special laboratory for nuclear energy.
Now it involves energy, computers, power engineering, neutron physics, biology, machinery, life sciences and many other fields.
The Blood Skeleton Army was created by one of its branch laboratories, involving cloning technology and a number of black technologies.
To put it bluntly, after acquiring this laboratory, Kuiana immediately transformed into the sixth nuclear power in the world.
These requests were already considered fantasy, but Du Weiguo continued to put forward the next one without caring:
"Sixth: Disband Noah's Legion immediately. Wherever I appear in the future, you all should stay away from me."
This requirement sounds so-so and a bit soft, but in fact it is the most cruel and fatal.
It is equivalent to directly disarming the Freemasonry and turning it into a naked white sheep without the power to resist, ready to be ravaged by others.
After finally waiting for Du Weiguo to finish speaking, Araki immediately roared: "This is impossible! You are doing this in daylight~"
"Uh-huh!"
Without Du Weiguo taking action, Akira suddenly felt a chill on his head. Merlin had already bypassed Mr. J like a ghost and appeared in front of him, standing almost face to face.
Merlin's eyes were as sharp as a knife and he said word by word:
"This is not a discussion with you, but a notice, you bastards, if you don't see Anna Sukari within 6 hours, I will crush your head first and then start a full-scale war!"
It was chilly on the top of his head, so Akira wiped his head subconsciously. His thick black hair fell instantly, and he turned into a ridiculous Mediterranean.
Except for Du Weiguo, no one saw how Merlin took action, and he didn't even have any weapons in his hands.
Even a fool can figure out that since he can cut off Akira's hair in an instant, he can also rip off his head without anyone noticing.
Everyone was restrained by Merlin's hand, and Akira was no longer as strong as before: "You, you~"
Du Weiguo flicked the cigarette butt and said with a smile:
"Sorry, my brother has a bad temper, but I also don't have a good temper. What he said means the same as mine. Akira, I'll give you 6 hours to make a call."
After saying this, Du Weiguo turned to Mr. J and asked scornfully:
"After talking so much, I feel a little thirsty. Mr. J, I'm on your territory and you don't even want a glass of water?"
Two hours later, Du Weiguo left Mr. J's office with a big smile. Behind him, Reina stood tall. No one knew what they talked about.
But after Du Weiguo walked away, Mr. J became extremely angry and smashed everything in the office.
Six hours later, a Bobcat helicopter stopped in the courtyard of the museum, hoisting a tightly wrapped black iron coffin.
Du Weiguo took out the Kusanagi sword and handed it to Merlin:
"Come on, Great Love Sage, you have been waiting for 200 years, why don't you release my wife quickly?"
At night, over London, Du Weiguo's special plane took off again. In the cabin, there was a beautiful woman with long black hair like seaweed.
She is Anna Sukari, the Immortal and Merlin's companion.
"Natrama~~"
She leaned on Merlin's shoulder and whispered some ancient Latin. Merlin nodded, first answered her, and then generously translated it to Du Weiguo.
"Ana asked me, are you really powerful? Why should we regard you as our master?"
Du Weiguo smiled broadly: "So, how did you answer her?"
Merlin curled his lips and said in a muffled voice: "It's very powerful. We can't defeat it even if we work together!"
Hahaha!
Du Weiguo laughed loudly and hesitated. (End of chapter)
