At night, the clouds were thick, the stars and moon were dim, and the sky was as black as ink.
Baghdad, Mansour district, luxury estate.
In the study on the second floor, there were only two people sitting across from each other, Du Weiguo on the left and Nikonov on the right. The door was closed and there was no one else.
Not only was there no one in the study, but there was no one else in the entire villa. The bosses were talking and the idle people were retreating.
In the porch, Natasha, who had always been emotionless, looked livid at the moment, smoking cigarettes one after another, and many half cigarette butts had been thrown on the ground.
At this moment, she was extremely irritable and anxious.
First of all, she was really worried about the life of the boss Nikonov. Du Weiguo was so bold and lawless that there was no one in the world that he did not dare to kill, and there was nothing that he did not dare to do.
And Nikonov's acting style has always been iron-blooded, tough, and strong. When two people like this negotiate alone, it is like a spark hitting the earth, with unpredictable consequences.
If there was something wrong with Nikonov, Natasha couldn't even imagine how this matter would end.
In addition, there was another fact that made her particularly anxious.
When Du Weiguo went to London before, he categorically rejected the request for confidential talks with Mr. J, the head of MI6, and clearly supported Reina.
This incident quickly spread among the special service circles and is now a good story.
However, when it was her, Du Weiguo accepted Nikonov's invitation to meet alone without hesitation, and did not even mention her a word during the whole process.
The huge gap in treatment was unacceptable to Natasha, and she felt uneasy at the same time.
You know, her current position is the director of the KGB Special Operations Division, special public relations Du Weiguo, and she is already tightly tied.
If Du Weiguo established a private dialogue channel with Nikonov, what should she do in the future? How to gain a foothold?
Also, the mysterious Miss Hu also made Natasha extremely afraid.
Regardless of appearance, figure, and temperament, she is a superb existence, and she is also a strong ability user who can defeat the Noah Legion alone.
The most important thing was the way Du Weiguo looked at her, which was three parts pampering, three parts tenderness, three parts trust and one part respect.
Natasha felt like she had a mirror in her heart. Facing Miss Hu, she didn't even have a one-in-a-ten thousand chance of winning. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but glance towards the courtyard.
Since Nikonov arrived at the manor, everyone in the villa was invited out, including Miss Hu and the others.
In order to avoid suspicion, the special agents of the Islamic State Security Bureau immediately withdrew from the manor and set up layers of defenses outside the courtyard.
In fact, the four blocks near the manor are now under emergency martial law. No one is allowed to leave the house, regardless of their identity, and regardless of whether there is an actual emergency.
The death orders the agents received were:
"No one is allowed to appear on the street, not even a dog. If he needs emergency treatment, let him die at home. If he needs to have a baby, he can find a way to give birth at home."
Moreover, a Guards Mechanized Infantry Brigade is currently stationed on the outskirts of the Mansour District in the name of exercises to prevent unexpected events.
Unknowingly, Du Weiguo has grown into a powerful figure whose unintentional words and deeds can affect the life and death of others.
"Lao Wu, is this Far Eastern Ocean Horse also having an affair with Du Xiaozi? Do you see how anxious she is?"
In a pavilion in the manor, Hu San glanced at Natasha seemingly contemptuously, but in fact he was filled with envy in his heart.
grass! Du Weiguo's grandson is really blessed with boundless beauty. He is fat and thin, and surrounded by stunning beauty. He even has a golden cat.
"Shh~"
Miss Hu frowned and made a gesture of hissing at him.
She had no time to be jealous. Her expression was extremely focused, and her eyes would light up with a dark red light from time to time. Miss Hu was eavesdropping.
The distance was only a few dozen meters, even though there were walls and the door was closed, her extraordinary hearing could not be blocked.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the living room was quite relaxed and calm, and there was no tense atmosphere at all.
"Ivan, try my smoke."
Ivan is Nikonov's nickname. Usually only friends would call him this. This was his initiative and there was no pretense at all.
Du Weiguo handed him a cigarette, a Kunpeng cigarette with a gold tip and a black stem. His attitude was very casual, and Nikonov naturally took it and held it in his mouth without hesitation.
The two of them were like old friends who had known each other for many years.
"Ding!"
Du Weiguo took out a lighter, lit it for him, and lit one himself with the help of the fire.
"So, Ivan, you built the biochemical laboratory in Mosul?"
In the curling green smoke, Du Weiguo asked casually, as if he was asking if you built the hut at the east end of the village?
"Huh~"
Nikonov did not shy away from anything and admitted it openly:
"Yes, we established that laboratory."
His English was excellent and he had an authentic London accent. He exhaled and added:
"This cigarette is really good. To be precise, that laboratory was established jointly by us and Iraq. We invested in technical support, and they provided human and financial resources."
Du Weiguo nodded:
"Understood, you need to study the data and final results, and they want to build a cyborg corps to dominate the desert. Everyone gets what they need."
Nikonov gave him a thumbs up: "Incisive, Wesley, you summarized it very well. In Chinese terms, it hit the nail on the head."
His Chinese was also very authentic and his words were precise. Du Weiguo smiled and shook his head:
"So, Ivan, you personally took the risk to come to Baghdad to find me, just to prevent me from destroying this biochemical laboratory?"
Nikonov also laughed:
"This is just one of the reasons why I came to Baghdad. Wesley, that laboratory has reached the most critical stage and will soon achieve breakthrough results. I don't want to fail."
Du Weiguo smoked a cigarette with an expressionless face and said nothing, quietly waiting for the second half of his sentence. Nikonov's smile did not diminish:
"Wesley, I know that the Party of Truth arrogantly executed your rescue targets. They are just a group of wild dogs that have lost control, are hot-headed, and have self-aggrandizement.
I will not protect them. You can deal with them however you want. I can even help you kill the current leader. "
"Ha!" Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo couldn't help but laugh.
"Ivan, you must have already found a new party leader and manager who will be more obedient and well-behaved?"
There are countless filth and nastiness in the world, and politics is definitely the worst among them. There is no one among them, and no refutation will be accepted.
A high-ranking boss like Nikonov, who is well versed in politics, is even more shameless to the extreme.
Obviously, the current leader and senior leaders of the Party of Truth have lost control, and have even lost control.
Therefore, Nikonov did not hesitate to push them out and abandon them, and even wanted to use Du Weiguo's sharp knife to kill people.
He not only saved the most critical laboratory, but also sold Du Weiguo well. The key point was that he was confident and shameless to the point of being shattered.
Although his plan was thwarted by being called out in person, Nikonov did not show the slightest trace of shame and his tone remained calm.
“Yes, the current party leader Abad is an arrogant lunatic, and the power we gave him gave him huge delusions.
Wesley, even if you don't take action, I will send someone to kill him. Of course, if you are willing to take action, I will support it with both hands. "
When it comes to shame, Nikonov, who specializes in politics, has already touched the ceiling of the world, and Du Weiguo has to feel ashamed.
Du Weiguo didn't say anything. He didn't believe that the dignified leader of the KGB would treat him like a fool without any further explanation.
Sure enough, Nikonov glanced at him and continued with a smile:
"Of course, due to some of our reasons, your commission failed indirectly, Wesley, and we will also express our feelings about this."
Du Weiguo's eyes flickered and his expression was subtle: "I would like to hear the details."
Nikonov did not speak immediately, but subconsciously rubbed his chin and said word by word:
"Wesley, you ordered a submarine from us before. I can help you mount the weapons unit for free."
"Um?"
As soon as he heard this, Du Weiguo immediately became energetic. He could no longer keep his poker face and his eyes were shining brightly.
"What weapons unit?"
Nikonov could see the changes in Du Weiguo's expression. A hint of cunning flashed in his eyes, and he nodded leisurely, half-smiling but not smiling:
"Any other weapon unit will do except for medium- to large-yield nuclear weapons."
Fuck! As expected, he was worthy of being the head of the KGB. Nikonov's handiwork was so grand and amazing that he made an offer that he could not refuse.
What does it mean that except for medium-to-large-yield nuclear weapons, any other weapon unit can be used?
That is to say, even large pineapples with a medium weight or less can be loaded on a submarine. So what is the medium weight? 50,000 tons of TNT, what is the equivalent of the little boy who destroyed Hiroshima? 44,000 tons, hey.
Currently, due to the Cold War, Eagle Sauce and Mao Xiong are in a crazy arms race.
Mao Xiong's military research and development is advancing at a rapid pace. The technology tree is exploding so fast, and many mind-boggling black technologies have been developed.
For example, there are submarines larger than aircraft carriers, transport aircraft larger than airports, various models of dazzling missiles, nuclear weapons of various equivalent levels, and even nuclear bombs and grenades~~
Compared with these things, Jenny's friendship, uh, even the entire Fiat Group, is not worth a big pineapple that is only equivalent to 5,000 tons.
Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows, his eyes blazing: "Any weapon with a yield of medium to large or less is acceptable?"
Nikonov smiled and said confidently: "Yes, anything is possible."
Du Weiguo asked again: "Are there no other conditions attached?"
Nikonov spread his hands and spoke in an extremely bold tone:
"Of course, there are no conditions attached, Wesley, our sincerity to you has always been unquestionable."
Gan! Du Weiguo was shocked, and his heart was heavy. If something went wrong, there must be a monster!
How important is this biochemical laboratory hidden in the desert? Nikonov actually cared so much that he even opened his arsenal of weapons to him, even giving him a big pineapple in exchange for it without hesitation.
Damn, in my last life, I had never heard of a large-scale biochemical corps appearing. Could it be that the butterfly effect brought about by my own time travel caused unknown changes?
At the same time, Inni, Kalimantan Island, has a secret underground base hidden in the dense forest.
The representative leader of the Freemasons, Burne Perez, was standing outside a glass room, his eyes burning, staring directly at a thin man squatting on the ground.
The man in front of him was completely naked, his skin was a strange gray-white color, and he was very tall, about 190cm tall.
The man's frame is also very large, but he is very skinny, with not much flesh on his body. It is simply a layer of skin covering the bones.
The man's cheeks were sunken like a skull, his gums were outturned, his teeth were sharp, his eyes were blood red, and there was no boundary between the pupils and the whites of the eyes.
To sum it up in one sentence, there is no longer a human form.
At this moment, this skeleton-like monster squatted on the ground blankly. It had been more than ten minutes, motionless, not even blinking, like a sculpture.
Bourne's patience was completely exhausted, his face was gloomy, and he gritted his back molars and asked:
"Janessa, after spending so much time and money, this is what you call a successful experimental subject. What can this frail skeleton do?"
Poker-faced Janessa smiled and adjusted her glasses frames, with a hint of pride in her tone:
"Your Excellency, Speaker of the Parliament, despite the thin body of Experimental Subject No. 78, his strength and speed are astonishing.
Moreover, his current dormant-like state was specially given by us to make it easier to control. "
"oh?"
Bourne's face brightened slightly, and he urged impatiently:
"Then quickly make him move and show me."
A hint of cunning flashed in Janessa's eyes:
"As you wish, Lord Bourne, but the process may be a bit bloody, so you need to be mentally prepared."
Bourne was angry and gave her a hard look: "Don't talk nonsense."
A few minutes later, three strong, trembling men holding sticks walked into the glass room. At first glance, they were natives captured locally.
"Quack quack~"
There are also two iron fences arranged in this glass room. At this time, the double-layer iron fences slowly rise in sequence.
Several natives held up the weapons in their hands with desperate eyes. They looked at the monster squatting inside with trembling fear and fear.
"Ouch!"
When the iron fence was about to rise to a height of about one meter, the monster suddenly moved. A scream like a beast suddenly came out of his mouth, and his legs suddenly exerted force.
A streak of gray lightning passed through the gap in the fence. It was so fast that it was impossible to see clearly. It crossed a distance of more than ten meters in an instant and slammed into a native.
"Ah~"
The screams of the natives ended abruptly just as they began.
The monster hugged the native tightly, biting his neck with its protruding sharp teeth, lying on his body, sucking the blood greedily.
The body of the native became shrunken and turned white almost visibly to the naked eye. In just a few seconds, it turned into a mummy.
At this moment, the monster's body changed. It became obviously plump, its gums became more protruding, and its teeth became longer and sharper, resembling a mouse.
"Adamalidu~"
The remaining two natives were so frightened that they screamed with unknown meaning. One of them dropped his weapon and jumped onto the rising iron fence in an attempt to climb up.
"Bang!"
The gray shadow flashed again. Just as the natives grabbed the fence, they were knocked down by the monster from behind. The huge impact made the stainless steel fence tremble.
"Kuwana! Kuwana!"
At this moment, the last native ran up to Bourne and the others, screaming with tears in his eyes and beating the glass desperately with the stick in his hand.
However, it is of no use. This is 15 cm thick bulletproof glass, which can even withstand Gatling and small-caliber artillery shells. How could it be damaged by a mere wooden stick?
"Boom!"
At this moment, the monster pounced from behind him and hit him directly against the thick glass. The native's chest was immediately flattened.
"Crack!"
The monster's big mouth opened at an incredible angle and instantly bit off most of the native's neck, just like eating French fries.
At this moment, the monster has become obviously stronger, with muscles all over its body bulging and veins knotted, and its mouth is completely protruding, full of fangs, just like a wild beast.
Through the glass window, Bourne looked almost face-to-face at this guy drinking blood.
Suddenly he met its blood-red and cold eyes. His hands and feet instantly became cold, and he broke out in cold sweat. He subconsciously took two steps back.
"Mr. Bourne, don't worry, this is special bulletproof glass, it is absolutely indestructible."
There was an imperceptible hint of teasing in Janesa's tone.
At this moment, the last native has been sucked dry, and the monster still seems to be unsatisfied. It stands quietly behind the glass, its terrifying eyes staring at Bourne without blinking.
Bourne quickly looked away and asked calmly:
"Janessa, does it still have the ability to think now?"
Janessa nodded, her tone even more proud: "Yes, No. 58 has completely retained the hunting thinking ability."
Bourne finally noticed the pride and presumptuousness in her tone, and emphasized his tone:
"Nonsense, I'm asking about human thinking ability. Otherwise, what's the point of having a beast that only sucks blood and kills and can't be tamed?"
Janesa's heart trembled, and she quickly suppressed her exposed emotions and acted submissively again:
"Yes, your lesson is right. I'm very sorry, Mr. Speaker, No. 58 is also a match that only appeared recently. We haven't had time to do further training and testing."
After all, Bourne had seen strong winds and waves. He had regained his composure at this moment and ordered with a straight face:
"Carry out evaluation immediately, and strive to create an experimental body that can execute orders 100% in the shortest possible time, and then proceed to cloning and breeding."
Janessa stood with her hands down, with a humble attitude:
"Yes, Sir Bourne, we will start special research soon, but if you want clonal breeding, it is necessary~"
"snort!"
Bourne snorted:
"Janessa, you don't have to worry about resources and funding, just focus on the progress of the experiment."
This experiment is named the God-Killing Project and is top secret. Once the experiment has results, all insiders will be eliminated. "(End of chapter)
