Even in the Far East, where beauties abound, Natasha is considered stunningly beautiful and has a cool temperament. Especially at such a young age, she is already in a high position and has a bright future.
A high-quality woman like her naturally has many suitors like bees and butterflies, and the handsome young man in front of her is one of them.
The silly son of a certain general, the second generation of the army.
Natasha lit a cigarette, exhaled the smoke lazily, stretched, and glanced at the young man with a half-smile:
"Ballet? Vasily, you came to me, does your father know?"
Vasily was slightly stunned: "Natasha, I don't understand. What does our relationship have to do with my father?"
Natasha sneered:
"Oh, Vasily, you'd better go back and ask your father, otherwise, I'm afraid he'll break your legs."
Natasha is not joking. Her current position is the director of the 13th Special Operations Division of the KGB. She is responsible for public relations Du Weiguo. She can be directly tied to death.
And Du Weiguo is recognized as a time bomb. When will it explode? Where did it explode? How large it will be is unknown.
Natasha now has a transcendent status. Even among the KGB, which has all its hands and eyes, she has the highest priority to deal with special matters.
It looks like cowhide, but it is actually walking on thin ice and in danger.
Therefore, any powerful and knowledgeable big shots in the country would deliberately keep their distance from her and give her a wide berth.
"Natasha, I don't understand~~"
Vasily blushed and wanted to argue, but the satellite phone on the table suddenly rang. Natasha looked stern and waved her hand impatiently, her tone suddenly cold.
"Get out of here!"
"Uh~"
Natasha picked up the phone: "You will die if you hear the content of my call. No one can protect you."
Vasily fled, Natasha answered the phone:
"I'm Natasha."
On the other end of the phone was a deep, rich man's voice:
"I am Nikonov, Natasha. Meet me at the airport within an hour."
"Yes, Director."
Upon hearing this voice, Natasha's pupils suddenly trembled, her face was shocked, and she didn't dare to say a word of nonsense.
The sky was bright, and in the desert about 50 kilometers south of Mosul, strong winds were raging and yellow sand filled the sky.
In a remote leeward Gobi desert, a bonfire was raised, and Du Weiguo and his party were repairing it.
He rested at sunrise and moved at sunset, only appearing in the dark night. After tasting the long-lost taste of failure, Du Weiguo learned from the painful experience and returned to his previous cautious and low-key style.
At this moment, Du Weiguo was holding a cigarette in his hand. The ash had accumulated for a long time and was almost burned to the butt. However, he forgot to smoke and was in a daze.
"Duda, what are you thinking about? Are you so lost in thought?"
Miss Hu walked slowly over with a cup of hot water, sat next to him, naturally took the burned cigarette butt in his hand, and flicked it into the fire.
"nothing."
Du Weiguo shook his head listlessly, took the water glass handed over by Miss Hu, and took a small sip.
Seeing that he was in despair, Miss Hu softly comforted him:
"Duda, it's not that serious. It's just a small setback. You are the all-powerful and invincible evil god. There is no need to be so depressed."
Du Weiguo smiled bitterly, subconsciously stroking the aluminum water cup, and asked an irrelevant question:
"Hu Da, you have met Guo Fu, right?"
Miss Hu was a little confused: "Well, yes, I saw her in Hong Kong Island. What's wrong?"
"Guo Fu once asked me a question."
"what is the problem?"
Du Weiguo put the water glass at his feet, lit a cigarette again, and looked far away:
"She asked me, now I clearly have everything and lack nothing, but I still keep struggling all the time. What else do I want?"
Miss Hu didn't speak, but listened quietly. Du Weiguo slowly exhaled the smoke, his tone full of self-deprecation.
"I said at that time that I wanted freedom, unfettered freedom. To do this, I wanted to kill and defeat all my enemies. That's what I really thought at that time."
Miss Hu still didn't speak, her eyes were full of curiosity, waiting for his answer, Du Weiguo smiled bitterly:
"Today's experience made me understand an extremely simple truth. The so-called invincibility does not exist, and this wish can never be realized.
Even if you kill all the enemies in front of you, new enemies will appear, and the murderers will always be killed, and there will be no end. "
After a while, Du Weiguo added softly: "Hu Da, I'm tired."
The tone was melancholy and gloomy, and it also contained an indescribable and deep exhaustion.
Miss Hu sighed quietly. She actually understood Du Weiguo's feelings at this moment very well. She left China with him at the beginning, which was equivalent to witnessing his transformation with her own eyes.
Less than two years after leaving the country, Du Weiguo completed a life that others could not experience in several or even more than a dozen lifetimes.
During this period, he experienced adventures and treachery that ordinary people could not imagine, killed many people, and created unprecedented achievements.
Although he is nicknamed the Evil God and is also a recognized god in the dark world, he is still a mortal body after all. How can he not be tired?
Miss Hu's eyes were full of pity, she leaned close to him, sat side by side, gently held his shoulders, and patted him gently.
"Duda, I understand, fighting non-stop and hovering on the line of life and death every second must be very tiring."
After pinching Du Weiguo's trapezius muscle with a professional technique, Miss Hu suddenly changed the subject:
"But, Du Da, you can't vent your anger. After all, you are no longer alone. There are many people standing behind you, counting on you and supporting you."
What she said was the truth. In fact, many times, after certain people reach a certain high position, even if they want to quit, it is impossible.
As the saying goes, people in the world cannot help themselves.
Du Weiguo is not a person, but the helmsman of a community of interests. He will be coerced forward by his subordinates, supporters, and even opponents, and cannot stop for a moment.
Du Weiguo shook his head helplessly: "Hu Da, you know how to comfort people."
Miss Hu knew that he was speaking sarcastically, but she did not argue with him:
"Duda, everything is too much and too little is too much. You should be relaxed and relaxed. When this matter comes to an end, you should find a place to have a good rest."
Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows and smiled meaningfully:
"Find a place to rest? Where? Persia? Under the protection of your Miss Hu, how many days can you eat soft food?"
Miss Hu was upset when she was called out. Her face turned red and she said angrily, "Go! Go! If you talk about it, you won't be able to do it properly."
"Ha~"
Du Weiguo let out a sigh of relief, twisted his neck, suppressed the messy emotions, and regained his spirits.
"I also want to rest, but reality doesn't allow it. The stall is too big. Press the gourd and let the ladle float. Okay, let's first think about how to get through this hurdle."
Du Weiguo greeted Mei Lin who was not far away:
"Merlin, you are well-informed. What do you think about the group of mutated hounds we met in the temple today, as well as these evil guys who are not afraid of life and death?"
After hearing Du Weiguo's question, Merlin thought about it for a moment, put down his cigar, and replied in a deep voice:
"It feels like the product of a systematic biochemical experiment. Those hounds should be the primary experimental subjects, while humans are the secondary ones. At present, they can only control their minds and cannot mutate their bodies."
Merlin has rich experience. Over the long years, he has learned a lot of knowledge, which he can call a mobile database.
Hu San didn't understand English, but Qianye was very thoughtful and helped him translate in real time. When he heard what Mei Lin said, he suddenly screamed:
"That's right, the little devil did similar experiments in Kanto back then and created some monsters that were neither human nor ghosts."
"Biological weapons?"
Du Weiguo groaned and frowned. He had also considered this idea.
After all, Night Dire, an invincible dog monster, was created by the little devil in the biology laboratory back then.
Du Weiguo turned to Miss Hu:
"Hu Da, do you think that these mutated hounds and these gangsters are somewhat similar to the Japanese Jiuju's method of manipulating living corpses?"
"No."
Miss Hu categorically denied it.
"These dogs are alive, not corpses, and there are no worms in their bodies. The same goes for these gangsters."
In this regard, Miss Hu is definitely authoritative, and Du Weiguo has no doubt about her:
"So, the only possibility is biological weapons."
At this moment, Merlin added:
"Biochemical experiments of this level require very professional experimental conditions and a very professional experimental team. A messy religious group will most likely not have this capability."
Du Weiguo nodded: "So, all the answers should be in Baghdad."
"Sir, there's a telegram!" Not far away, Qianye, who had been guarding the Land Rover, suddenly shouted.
A moment later, Du Weiguo smiled meaningfully as he looked at the freshly released telegram in his hand. This telegram was sent to him by Natasha.
The content is very brief:
"Please be sure to postpone your actions. In 16 hours, His Excellency Nikonov will arrive in Baghdad in person to meet with you."
Du Weiguo flicked the message with his fingers and said in a joking tone:
"Merlin, you are right. The conditions in this laboratory are absolutely extraordinary. The depth is unfathomable. It is most likely the work of a bear."
The text messages between him and Natasha used a special KGB code, which Merlin couldn't understand:
"How to say?"
Du Weiguo said softly:
"Mr. J from Section 6, whom we met in London before, is responsible for mediating disputes between us and the Freemasons. He is considered a big shot."
Du Weiguo flicked the cigarette butt into pieces:
"And this Nikonov who is about to arrive in Baghdad to start a fight is even more incredible. His full name is Andreevich Nikonov (made up).
Mao Xiong is the current director and chief of the KGB. He is ranked among the top ten most powerful people in the world. He is a real big shot. "
Although Du Weiguo spoke very relaxedly and his tone was slightly joking, in fact, his heart was heavy and extremely solemn.
He was not talking nonsense. It was the early days of the Cold War, the Bears had the upper hand, and Nikonov was the head of the KGB.
He holds the most terrifying and largest secret service organization in the world, and even has military power. In the country of Mao Xiong, his position of power is definitely among the top three.
To say that he is in the top ten in the world is a bit modest. If it is not correct, his ranking can be improved even further. He is considered to be the ceiling-level figure that Du Weiguo has been able to come into contact with so far.
Although Charles, who was forced to commit suicide before, was a bully and even known as the King of the World, his energy was actually only in the fields of business and capital.
Compared with Nikonov, he is not good enough.
The key is that at this juncture, a big shot like Nikonov, who has a lot of knowledge, actually wants to personally take risks, come to Baghdad, a dangerous place with frequent mutinies, and meet Du Weiguo, a murderer.
As the saying goes, the son of a rich man will not sit down in the palace. Nikonov can climb to the high position he is today. He cannot be a reckless man.
Therefore, the profound meaning contained in this, if you think about it carefully, the Middle East, the choke point connecting the East and the West, is a battleground for military strategists.
It seems that Du Weiguo was unconsciously involved in other people's big plots and plans.
"Da Du, it seems that we accidentally stumbled into Mao Xiong's big plan. Now, we are in the honeymoon period with the KGB, so please don't~~"
Miss Hu was smart and saw the core of the problem instantly, but she did not finish her words, saving Du Weiguo's face.
However, Du Weiguo also understood what she meant, don't be impulsive and don't lose the big for the small.
For the sake of a mere Gianni, or even a Fiat Group, or to vent their anger, they turned against the terrifying behemoth of the KGB.
At present, Du Weiguo has formed sworn enemies with the CIA. If he offends the KGB at the same time, plus the Freemasonry, which is slightly declining but still powerful.
By then, he will really be the enemy of the whole world!
After patting Miss Hu on the shoulder, Du Weiguo's voice was slightly deeper:
"Well, I understand, Hu Da, don't worry, I won't be impulsive, at least I won't kill Nikonov."
Du Weiguo did not lie. To be honest, he was not afraid of the CIA, the Freemasons, or even Citigroup, but he was really afraid of the KGB and had always been merciful.
The key point is that whether Citigroup or Freemasonry, they are all sophisticated egoists, and they still have some scruples in their actions.
The Mao Xiong and the KGB are not the same. Needless to say, the toughness of the fighting nation, especially now is their highlight moment, they are even more crazy.
If you really piss off this giant bear, they will never begrudge the big pineapple and will do anything.
At this moment, Baghdad, a spacious manor in the city.
"Bang!"
The current President Arif angrily pushed open the door and shouted angrily at the old God Zaizai, who was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper Bazzaz:
"Bazzaz, what did you do without telling me?"
Bazaz put down the newspaper calmly and said in a calm tone:
"Arif, what are you talking about? I don't understand what you mean. As the head of a country, you should pay attention to your decency."
His contemptuous attitude made Arif even more furious, pulling his neck and roaring:
"In 16 hours, Mao Xiong's KGB chief Nikonov will arrive in Baghdad secretly. You even secretly mobilized a mechanical brigade to defend the airport."
Arif loosened his tie:
"And I was kept in the dark about all this. I was the last one to know. Bazaz, what do you think I am? Your puppet?"
No wonder he was so angry. The current political situation in Iraq was unstable, mutinies were frequent, and the king's flag was changing on the city wall.
And as the current ruler, he didn't even know that an earth-shattering presence like Nikonov was about to arrive, or even the troop mobilization under his nose, so how could he not be shocked and angry.
Bazaz finally stood up, and fortunately had time to straighten the collar of his suit. He waved his hand and dispersed the surrounding bodyguards and servants.
"No, Arif, I have indeed handed over the power to you, sincerely. Your Excellency Nikonov's coming to Baghdad was also a temporary decision.
As for the mobilization of troops, I was indeed negligent, but although your news was delayed a bit, you still knew it after all, right? "
Bazaz's tone was calm, but Arif was not stupid, so how could he be dismissed by him in just two words.
"Why did a big man like Nikonov come to Baghdad? Or did he arrive secretly? Bazaz, what are you hiding from me?"
Bazaz lit a cigar and said in a calm tone:
"It's nothing, just some leftover issues from the time in power."
Arif gritted his teeth and asked word for word: "What on earth is it?"
Bazaz exhaled the smoke, and suddenly his tone became fierce and angry:
"Join Mao Xiong, build a secret laboratory, develop biological and chemical weapons, divide and disintegrate the Kurds, and then attack in an all-out manner to kill these bastards, along with this group of infidels in Persia."
"Hiss~"
Arif gasped, sweating on his forehead, and sat down on the sofa.
At this moment, in the territory of Mao Xiong, in the sky above Tomsk, an altitude of 10,000 meters is invisible to the naked eye.
In the clouds, a modified IL transport aircraft, accompanied by four MiG fighter jets, was flying smoothly.
In the cabin, there was a slightly bald, ordinary-looking, plain-dressed middle-aged man sitting, who looked unremarkable.
It's just that he has a calm demeanor and is as motionless as a mountain. He is the current head of the KGB, Nikonov.
The modified cabin is extremely spacious, with two floors, upper and lower. It is also equipped with many of the most advanced electronic equipment, and nearly a hundred subordinates are busy working on their own.
This aircraft is Nikonov's mobile air command center.
"Natasha, why are you so distracted? Are you worried that Baghdad will be in danger, or that Wesley will rise up and smash my head directly?"
Natasha was sitting diagonally across from him. When she heard his question, she didn't shy away from it and told the truth:
"Director, Wesley is stubborn, unruly, and focused on commitments. This time, the Truth Party executed the hostages ahead of schedule. He will definitely be furious and will not stop until his death."
"Ha! He will not stop until death, he is really domineering."
Nikonov smacked his lips with unknown meaning:
"So, Natasha, as an expert who specializes in studying evil spirits, do you have any specific opinions?"
Natasha replied without hesitation:
"Director, I think your behavior of going to Baghdad in person to meet with Wesley is quite dangerous."
After a pause, Natasha said carefully:
"I personally think it would be safer for me to go to Iraq first, confirm his status, and conduct a round of exploratory negotiations."
"Haha~"
Nikonov chuckled:
"Natasha, I admit your ability to work, but if you go to Baghdad, how sure are you that you can convince him?"
Natasha was speechless:······(End of this chapter)
