In the afternoon, the wind was nice and sunny, and there were still 8 hours left before the big shot Nikonov arrived in Baghdad.
The heart of Iraq, the city of Baghdad, is completely different from the desolate and dilapidated city you imagined. On the contrary, it is full of vitality and extremely prosperous.
Although there are not too many high-rise buildings, the newly built streets are spacious and clean, and the white houses are lined up in rows.
Pedestrians walk calmly, are cleanly dressed, and full of energy. There are many cars and even luxury cars passing through the streets. There are also magnificent yachts moored in the port, which makes it peaceful.
To be honest, except for the completely different clothing and architectural styles, the prosperity of Baghdad at this time far exceeded that of Hong Kong Island, and was not even inferior to London.
At this moment, two extremely eye-catching, dusty Land Rovers drove up the street. However, just as they entered the city, they were stopped by four Mercedes-Benz cars.
The Mercedes-Benz's stopping action was quite gentle. It first surrounded the car from the front, back, left and right, and then slowly slowed down and forced it to stop.
After parking the car, a group of tough men in black suits quickly jumped out of the Mercedes-Benz. However, they were not wearing weapons and their attitude was quite polite.
The leader was a capable middle-aged man. He walked straight to Du Weiguo's car door and spoke English with a slight accent:
"Hello, Mr. Wesley, my name is Albany, from the Iraqi General Security Administration. Welcome to Baghdad. We have prepared a temporary place for you to stay and rest."
Du Weiguo seemed to have expected this. He waved his hand expressionlessly and said in a calm tone:
"Lead the way."
In fact, it is not difficult to guess. A few hours ago, Du Weiguo just went on a killing spree in the Mosul Temple and was about to meet with Nikonov in Baghdad.
With the information so clear and the route so clear, if the ISSA still cannot find his whereabouts, then there is no need for this department to continue to exist.
In fact, the intelligence agency of Iraq is not good at all. Before the Gulf War, it was not even inferior to the famous Mossad.
However, the country of Iraq was later hit by Citigroup’s dimensionality reduction and suffered a complete defeat. How could the general be attached to it if its skin was gone? Iraq's intelligence department has naturally declined.
In fact, as early as 4 hours ago, relevant manpower had been deployed at all the passages into the city in Baghdad. As long as Du Weiguo entered the city, no matter which direction he came from, he would be discovered immediately.
30 minutes later, the traditional wealthy area of Baghdad, the vast and sparsely populated Mansour district.
In front of a luxurious manor with front and rear courtyards, 16 black Mercedes-Benz cars and 12 motorcycles stopped, guarding two gray Land Rovers.
The venue was packed to the brim, and it was estimated that even a visit from a country's prime minister might not be of such high standards.
As soon as the car stopped, the door of the manor opened, and a tall, thin middle-aged man with black-rimmed glasses, black hair and black eyes came out quickly.
He recognized Du Weiguo at a glance, smiled warmly, and even extended his hand:
"Hello, Mr. Wesley, I am Samps, the director of the Islamic State Security Service. Welcome to Baghdad."
Samples' English is fluent, without any accent, and his attitude is very enthusiastic, without any arrogance. It is impeccable.
"Hello, Director Samples, we're in trouble."
Du Weiguo shook hands with him, his tone was calm, without any waves, and even felt vaguely condescending.
What a joke, what is Du Weiguo’s current status? There are no white men in the dealings, but there are great scholars in the conversation and laughter.
He has met a lot of big bosses recently. He only met Mr. J in London two days ago. He then forced Charles, the leader of the Freemasons, to death, and he was even about to meet with Nikonov, the world's number one intelligence chief.
The director of the IS Security Bureau, what the hell is he?
For Du Weiguo's somewhat patronizing attitude, Samples was not at all bothered. On the contrary, he smiled even more:
"Haha, the Evil God is here. We haven't had time to welcome him, so why bother?"
Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows and said in a teasing tone:
"Really? Welcome with a matrix of anti-aircraft guns? Hey, the enthusiasm of your country is really unique?"
Samples is still laughing:
"Ha, it's all a misunderstanding. Some people are making their own decisions. Besides, haven't they all received the punishment they deserve?"
He changed the topic and changed the topic without any trace:
"Mr. Wesley, and all distinguished guests, please come in quickly. I have prepared some delicacies with local characteristics. I hope you will like it."
As the old saying goes, don't hit someone with a smiling face. Besides, Du Weiguo is not a stubborn person. He was so polite, and his tone couldn't help but soften:
"Thanks, Chief Samples."
The Baghdad delicacies prepared by Samps are indeed good and unique, including wild grilled fish from the Tigris River, Arabic barbecue, grilled camel hump, dates, flatbread, and hummus~
A moment later, Du Weiguo, who had changed into decent clothes, leaned on the railing of the balcony on the second floor and lit a cigarette.
His clothes were also prepared for him by Samples, a black cashmere suit, a turtleneck sweater, and a double-breasted black cashmere coat.
Not only did it fit, but it also perfectly matched his clothing preferences.
Victory lies in the details. It can be seen from this that Samples and the others have carefully and thoroughly understood Du Weiguo. At the same time, it also reflects his good intelligence ability.
In the courtyard outside the villa, men in black, at least a hundred of them, could be seen everywhere with stern expressions and prepared for the attack. Even the road in front of the door was under martial law and there were no pedestrians or vehicles.
"Duda, are we under house arrest now?"
Miss Hu came slowly. She also changed into new clothes, a smart dark gray cashmere suit.
"Ah."
Du Weiguo shook his head and chuckled, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and handed it to her, and he kindly lit it for her:
"No, they should also know that they don't have the ability to put us under house arrest. They can only isolate us, extremely dangerous murderers, from other people."
Du Weiguo's tone was full of self-deprecation, and Miss Hu curled her lips:
"Tch, I'm not a murderer."
Du Weiguo smiled and nodded:
"Well, yes, you are not, but unfortunately I am, and the number of lives I have on hand is quite a lot. Even if I compare it to you, it is still shocking."
"Tsk, I see you are quite proud?"
Miss Hu exhaled the smoke and had a habitual daily quarrel with Du Weiguo.
"There is nothing I can do! Miss Hu, who is so powerful, is no longer by my side, so I can only act recklessly."
While he was talking, Du Weiguo reached out and took her into his arms. Miss Hu was suddenly pressed against something hard under his arm, and her brows rose at that moment.
"Huh? Duda, you are going to see Nikonov soon, why are you still carrying a weapon with you?"
Du Weiguo smiled disapprovingly:
"Oh, it's just a habit. Besides, if I really want to kill him, it doesn't matter whether I do it with or without a weapon."
There is nothing wrong with this, but Miss Hu suddenly thought of something:
"By the way, Du Da, I heard that you blackened one of Japan's three artifacts, the Tian Cong Yun Sword. Take it out and show it to me."
"Oh, here you go."
Du Weiguo casually touched his coat and took out the Kusanagi sword:
"Hu Da, be careful, this thing is very sharp."
"Eh? This sword~"
Miss Hu was originally a little curious about where Du Weiguo took it out, but when she saw the Kusanagi sword, she was stunned. Her eyes were very fearful and she did not pick it up.
"What's wrong?"
"This sword is a bit weird, with a special material. It is a sealing instrument that has sealed a very powerful and evil consciousness."
Miss Hu was indeed knowledgeable, and she revealed the true meaning of the Kusanagi sword at a glance.
"That's right, this sword previously sealed a Japanese demon god named Xiangpan, who is said to be a descendant of Yamata no Orochi.
Later, it also took away the body of a Japanese Onmyoji and turned into a monster that was neither human nor ghost, but I had already burned it to ashes. "
"What?"
Miss Hu's eyes widened: "Xiangpan? Yamata no Orochi? A descendant of Xiangliu, and then you burned him to death?"
Recalling his feat of slaying the gods, Du Weiguo couldn't help but feel a little proud, and replied with joy: "Well, he must have been burned to death, and a snake bone relic was also burned out."
"where?"
Miss Hu was no longer calm.
Du Weiguo said nonsense:
"That thing is just like a glass ball. It's useless. I'm staying in Hong Kong Island. What happened? Hu Da, what can you say?"
Miss Hu frowned:
"Put it on Hong Kong Island? Impossible. If that's the case, I should be able to sense it when I first arrived on Hong Kong Island. Where did you put it? How could you put it there?"
Du Weiguo's thoughts changed rapidly and he casually made nonsense:
"Oh, I wrapped it in gold and hid it in a secret basement."
"No wonder."
He was really fooled. Miss Hu let out a sigh of relief, rolled her eyes, and stretched out her hand in a rogue manner:
"Duda, I want this snake bone relic."
Du Weiguo flicked the cigarette butt, glanced at her with a half-smile, and said in a slightly teasing tone:
"I can give it to you, but you have to tell me what the use of this crap is."
"Bloody stuff?"
Miss Hu's voice suddenly became sharp.
"Did you know that the snake bone relic contains at least one of Xiangpan's most powerful abilities during his lifetime? If you are lucky, there may even be two."
"Huh? Are you so naughty? No wonder those onmyojis flock to him like wild dogs that smell the smell of shit."
Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo was also shocked.
Miss Hu rolled her eyes angrily:
"You just know? If Xiang Pan is really burned to death by you, then this snake bone relic is the best symbiotic shikigami, and it can be regarded as the treasure of Onmyoji."
"So, Hu Da, you can also use this thing?"
Miss Hu said in a arrogant tone:
"Nonsense! Don't talk about me, even this useless little girl Momoyo Sakurai can use it, and I should be able to completely copy its strongest ability."
"Hiss~"
Du Weiguo gasped.
You must know that Xiangpan is an extremely powerful existence. If it hadn't been forced to wake up and its consciousness was bitten by space, Du Weiguo might not have been able to defeat it.
This guy's abilities are terrifying, including poison, bone rebirth, mental shock, and speed as fast as lightning. Any one of them is extremely awesome.
Among them, rebirth is definitely its signature skill. If Miss Hu is lucky enough to get the skill of rebirth from bones.
Damn it, rounding it all off, it’s almost equal to invincible.
At this moment, Sijiu City, the eastern suburbs, Dayang Mountain, a secret training ground near the river.
It's almost November, and it's been extremely cold in the capital this year. The wind blowing from the north is like a knife cutting me, and the ice is biting.
"Plop~"
Yang Caiyu, who was marching at high speed with a heavy load on the icy river, suddenly lost his footing and stepped into a mud pit. He instantly lost his balance and fell into the cold river water.
"Get up! Yang Caiyu, why are you hanging in the river like a big bastard? Are you thirsty, or do you want to wait for the New Year?"
On the shore, a red-faced man with a knotted beard was riding a 28-pounder, carrying a 56 automatic rifle on his shoulders, and roared loudly.
Yang Caiyu was carrying a 20-kilogram backpack, a Type 56 automatic rifle on his shoulder, 4 spare magazines, 6 grenades, and a Type 64 pistol with 2 spare magazines on his waist, with a total load of 30 kilograms.
She was wearing a military cotton-padded jacket without a badge. The moment she fell into the river, the cotton-padded jacket was soaked with ice water and she weighed several kilograms more.
Hearing the instructor's roar, Yang Caiyu staggered up and ran forward, stumbling along the river.
"Tu tu tu tu!"
The gunfire suddenly exploded, and a string of bullets hit the river next to Yang Caiyu. She was shocked, unsteady on her feet, and fell down in the river again.
This time, Yang Caiyu fell harder and even his head was submerged in the ice water.
"Yang Caiyu, are you a pig? How can you kill the enemy when your gun is soaked in water? When you hear the sound of gunfire, you wet your pants. You are such a bear, and you still practice so hard. You can go home and enjoy yourself."
Just as he crawled out of the muddy water, Yang Caiyu heard the bearded instructor's curses.
Yang Caiyu gritted his teeth and stood up, wiping the water stains on his face.
The bearded instructor got down from the car, walked up to her with a rifle, looked at her condescendingly, and said in a joking tone:
"What? Miss, are you crying?"
Yang Caiyu shook his head vigorously, his eyes red and stubborn: "No."
"Call the instructor!"
Yang Caiyu gritted his molar teeth and roared: "Tell the instructor, I didn't cry!"
The bearded man slowly squatted down, glanced at her contemptuously, and sneered: "You're not crying, so why are your eyes as red as a rabbit?"
Yang Caiyu wiped his eyes bitterly: "I told the instructor that there was river water and sand in my eyes."
The bearded man seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and said in a joking tone: "Oh, that's it, Yang Caiyu, can you continue?"
"Report to the instructor, I can do it."
The bearded man slowly straightened up:
"Okay, Yang Caiyu, because you soaked the weapon, you have to stand still for 10 minutes. Is there any problem?"
"Report to the instructor, no problem!"
A moment later, beside a dead tree on the shore, a capable middle-aged man approached the bearded man, handed him a cigarette, and held his hands to help him light it.
He glanced at Yang Caiyu, who was standing in the ice water, trembling all over and already on the verge of collapse, and asked softly:
"Laoqu, are you going too far? We can't bear to have her get sick again."
The bearded man sneered:
"Haha, what have you been doing? This little girl's physique is astonishingly good, which is unheard of. Lao Zhou, carrying a 60-pound weight and running at top speed, she ran 15 kilometers in one breath.
Now with the soaked cotton-padded jacket, the load is at least 80 kilograms. In this weather, in the soft ice water, can ordinary people still stand up? "
Exhaling the smoke, the bearded man added:
"Lao Zhou, do you believe it? This little girl can run another 15 kilometers."
Lao Zhou was speechless:
"Good guy, a little girl, carrying a weight of 40 kilograms, marching 30 kilometers at the maximum limit? This, this is what Du Weiguo couldn't do back then, right?"
"What a shit he did!"
The bearded man wiped the white frost on his stubble:
"That kid only weighed 30 kilograms and was able to reach 20 kilometers. He was far behind this little girl."
The bearded man is named Qu Rilong. He is from the Nanjing Military Region. His ancestral home is Cangzhou, Hebei Province. He comes from a martial arts family and was Du Weiguo's instructor at that time.
Laoqu is 43 years old this year. He started fighting Japanese soldiers when he was 15 years old. He has participated in Huaihai, Pingjin, and North Korea. He has experienced hundreds of battles and made countless meritorious deeds. He is an out-and-out ruthless man.
Lao Zhou lit a cigarette for himself and lowered his voice:
"Laoqu, you said that Du Weiguo was very powerful back then, but he wasn't as powerful as he is now, right?"
Lao Zhou, 44, and Zhou Xinkai, a cultural person, were originally Du Weiguo's instructor, but now they are in charge of logistics.
Lao Qu curled his lips: "It's normal, that kid lived in our house back then."
Lao Zhou was confused: "What do you mean?"
"He is in our hands. Although he has been trained hard, he has not won the battle, has not seen blood, and his talent has not been fully utilized."
Lao Qu took a deep drag on his cigarette and then explained:
"Back then, before Lao Zhang went to the battlefield, he didn't even dare to fight. He was so cowardly that he acted like a coward. But what happened later? When he saw blood, he immediately turned into a master of guns.
To put it bluntly, this kind of killing is just a skilled job. Once you get used to it, it's as simple as eating and drinking. "
Lao Zhou nodded: "Maybe."
Lao Qu raised his hand to glance at his watch and stamped out the cigarette butt:
"Okay, it's almost time. Lao Zhou, don't forget to prepare some clean clothes for her later, and make some ginger soup. It's best to add more brown sugar."
Lao Zhou waved his hand: "Okay, you still need to talk about this."
Yang Caiyu stood in the ice water, her hair was frozen into strands of icicles, her lips were purple, but her eyes were burning with two blazing flames.
Lao Qu walked up to her and asked, "Yang Caiyu, is it still possible?"
"Report, report to the instructor, I, I can do it."
"Very good, keep running, there are still 15 kilometers left!"
At 9 o'clock in the evening, after two hours of non-stop combat training, Yang Caiyu looked like he had been fished out of the water.
She almost crawled back onto the bed, feeling as limp as a puddle of mud and couldn't even lift her fingers.
"Caiyu, you have to learn the language for 2 hours later, is that okay? How about I go get you a glass of malted milk."
Tang Ahong was in the same room with her, and when she saw her like this, her face was full of pity.
"I, I'm fine, just lie down for a while and I'll be fine. Ah Hong, remember to call~~Hu, Hu~" She had already fallen asleep.
Fifteen minutes later, Yang Caiyu was woken up by Tang Ahong and started two hours of language learning with a female instructor from Guangdong Province.
There are three languages in total, Cantonese, Japanese and Korean.
Yang Caiyu's current training schedule is absolutely devilish. Because the content is too extreme, he can't even train with the reorganized Hell King team.
Her training plan is as follows:
Get up at 6 o'clock, go cross-country with arms, carry a weight of 30 kilograms, and cover a distance of 15 kilometers.
Rest for 15 minutes and have breakfast at 7:15.
Live ammunition shooting starts at 8 o'clock, 2 hours, 1,000 rounds of ammunition, must be finished, and the number of rounds is also required.
Starting at 10 o'clock, driving and maintenance training, cars, motorcycles, tractors.
Rest for 15 minutes and have lunch at 12:15.
Start equipment strength training at 1 o'clock.
The armed cross-country started at 3 o'clock, with a load of 30 kilograms and a distance of 30 kilometers.
Start learning detection, tracking, makeup, lurking, and counter-tracking at 5 o'clock.
Rest for 15 minutes and have dinner at 6:15.
7-point combat training, actual combat.
Take a 15-minute break and start language learning at 9:15.
Rest at 11:15.
With this hellish training plan, most ordinary people would be exhausted to death in less than three days. (End of chapter)
