The pungent smell of blood filled the air, and Du Weiguoyun gently patted the soil stains on his body.
With an expressionless face, he strolled up to Feiyu, slowly squatted down, and picked up the pistol he had dropped on the ground.
This is a half-new Tokarev pistol, which is also the prototype of the Type 54 pistol. Du Weiguo took his time and fiddled with it in his hand.
Feiyu was sweating profusely in pain and begging:
"Boss, please, don't, don't kill me!"
Du Weiguo ignored him and took out a crumpled cigarette case from Feiyu's trouser pocket.
"White Wrigley, tsk, tsk, Feiyu brother, you are quite fashionable!"
Du Weiguo patted Feiyu's trouser pocket again unceremoniously, took out a box of matches, lit a cigarette, and blew out a long puff of smoke.
"Brother Feiyu, tell me, what is going on?"
Du Weiguo's tone was indifferent. If you ignored the five corpses around him and the pungent smell of blood, it would be as if he was having a chat with his neighbors and friends.
Feiyu was a sensible person and knew that it was a matter of life and death. He endured the severe pain and said in a trembling voice:
"Boss, it was Bai Jian who instigated me. He knew you were coming and gave me 20,000 yuan to kill you on the road."
Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo immediately raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Hu Fei's department really had a big problem.
It was penetrated like a sieve, with air leaking everywhere, and Du Weiguo's tone couldn't help but become a little low:
"Feiyu, what did you mean when you mentioned dark flowers just now?"
Upon hearing this, Feiyu's eyes flickered, and without saying a word, Du Weiguo pressed the cigarette butt hard on his face. Feiyu wailed miserably:
"14K is the hidden flower that bloomed before 14K. It has never been withdrawn. Boss, after I knew your appearance, I discovered that you are the same person as Wesley, who was wanted by 14K before."
Du Weiguo frowned and his tone was a bit harsh:
"Feiyu, who else have you told this news?"
Feiyu hurriedly swore:
"No, no, I swear, I wanted to make this money secretly, so I didn't tell anyone, not even Bai Jian knew."
Du Weiguo lit another cigarette, his tone a little irritable:
"Have you contacted anyone over there at 14K?"
Feiyu shook his head vigorously:
"No, boss, really not. It was only after I met you in person that I confirmed that you are the person wanted by An Hua, so I haven't had time to contact them yet."
Du Weiguo exhaled a puff of smoke, his eyes were burning, and his tone was low:
"Where is Bai Jian?"
Feiyu had cold sweat flowing down his face, not daring to hide it at all:
"Boss, I really don't know this. He came to me all the time, and the money was deposited directly into my account."
That's right, a veteran like Bai Jian would naturally not let others know his hiding place easily. Du Weiguo pondered for a moment:
"He knows I'm coming? He also knows my name and identity?"
Feiyu swallowed and spit:
"Boss, he doesn't know this. He just knows that you will come to deal with him. I only learned about your physical characteristics after I received the telegram in the middle of the night last night."
Fortunately, everything was still under control. Du Weiguo threw away the cigarette butt and stood up.
An hour later, this dilapidated blue pickup truck drove onto the highway. A fire broke out in the woods in the distance, and black smoke rose into the sky.
At the same time, an elegant villa in Wan Chai had ivy crawling all over the walls and was dotted with little yellow flowers, creating a quiet environment.
The basement level of the villa is a large training ground with all kinds of equipment and even a small soundproof shooting range.
Zhao Yingnan was lying on the ground, panting, sweat flowing down his face, and a military vest on his body had been completely soaked.
"Xiaoqing, tell me, am I a waste? After practicing for so long, I still can't get through a few moves with you!"
Pang Xiaoqing, also known as Li Feiyan, was also dressed in capable military equipment. He slowly sat next to her and handed her a towel:
"Yingnan, you are already very good. You have only practiced for less than 5 months, and now you can already practice a few moves with me.
You know, I have been practicing boy kung fu since I was a child, and I have been practicing it for 18 years now. Besides, aren't you very good at shooting?
Although Moran pours cold water on you every time, I know that she is also shocked by your accuracy in shooting."
"snort!"
Zhao Yingnan snorted, curled his lips, turned over and sat up, wiping the sweat on his face with a towel.
The muscles all over her body have now become extremely graceful and full of explosive power, just like a toned female leopard.
"Come on, when it comes to marksmanship, Xiaoqing, your progress is frightening. You've never touched a gun before.
Now you are actually able to hit the target with every shot, Xiaoqing, coupled with your skills, you are simply invincible in the world!"
Xiao Qing brushed up her long hair. She had cut her hair short before, but in recent months, her hair had grown out again and was tied into a refreshing ponytail at the back of her head.
Her tone was a little shy:
"Invincible? Yingnan, please stop making trouble. I am a three-legged cat. I can't even defeat Mo Lan, let alone Du Weiguo.
Now that I have started to practice shooting, I realize just how terrifying his shooting skills as Du Yanwang are!"
Before, when they first arrived in Hong Kong Island, the arrogant Pang Xiaoqing and Mo Lan had a fight with each other, but, uh, they didn't fight, and were severely repaired by Mo Lan.
As a result, she and Zhao Yingnan quickly formed an alliance, shared the same hatred, and joined forces to fight against Mo.
However, upon hearing the name Du Yanwang, Zhao Yingnan's expression dimmed and she fell silent. After a while, she said in a faint tone:
"Xiaoqing, Du Weiguo, is he fat or thin now?"
Pang Xiaoqing glanced at her, her tone a little awkward:
"Yingnan, I don't know how fat or thin you were when you met him? It was a few months ago when I met him.
He has a very strong figure, neither fat nor thin, handsome and tall, and his eyes seem to hide a sharp knife, which makes people feel cold all over."
Pang Xiaoqing murmured, slightly absent-minded. Zhao Yingnan glanced at him with interest:
"Xiaoqing, do you like Du Weiguo?"
Pang Xiaoqing suddenly came back to his senses, his face turned red and his tone was panicked:
"Yingnan, stop joking. Why do I like Du Weiguo? He gave me my life. He is my benefactor. When I came to Xiangjiang, he sent me to protect you."
Zhao Yingnan already had the answer in his mind, but he didn't reveal it. He curled his lips and sounded a little self-deprecating:
"Protect me? Haha, I stay in the house every day now, never leaving the door or taking a step forward. Why are you protecting me?"
At this time, the phone rang in the living room on the first floor. Moran was lying comfortably on the sofa reading an English book. When he heard the ringing, he sat up lazily.
He picked up the receiver and said in a bored tone:
"Hey, who are you looking for?"
Du Weiguo's magnetic voice sounded in her ears:
"Molan, it's me, is it convenient for you to talk now?"
As soon as he heard this voice, Moran felt as if he had received an electric shock. The hairs all over his body stood up and his breath was disordered:
"Convenience, where are you?"
Zhao Yingnan and Mo Lan were still chatting in the underground training ground. Mo Lan came down and explained in a casual tone:
"Zhao Yingnan, Pang Xiaoqing, I have something to do and I have to go out for a few days. You are at home. Try to go out as little as possible and don't look for me."
Zhao Yingnan waved his hand indifferently and said nothing. Pang Xiaoqing replied:
"knew."
In the evening, a dark blue BMW parked at the door of a high-end Western restaurant in Wan Chai.
Moran walked down wearing a smart black double-breasted suit with peaked lapels.
On the second floor of the restaurant, sitting next to the window, Du Weiguo, in a neat suit, waved to her. Mo Lan's eyes lit up and he walked over quickly.
Du Weiguo helped her pull out the chair. Moran spoke in a charming and fluent London accent:
"Darling, you are dressed handsomely and gentlemanly today. I like it very much."
Du Weiguo raised the corner of his mouth and chanted:
"My dear, you are also very beautiful and radiant!"
Du Weiguo also spoke in English. The smile on Mo Lan's lips became thicker. He leaned closer and lowered his voice:
"Du Weiguo, to be honest, I have never seen you in a suit. You are really handsome, more handsome than I imagined. This is a scene I have dreamed about countless times."
Du Weiguo smiled, patted her hand and said nothing.
At this time, the waiter came over, and Du Weiguo ordered steak, lobster, pasta, soup, red wine, etc. very skillfully, without forgetting to give the waiter a tip of 5 yuan.
After the waiter left, Moran's eyes were so charming that they almost turned into silk:
"Du Weiguo, to be honest, I'm in a trance, as if you and I have been living peacefully in Xiangjiang for a long time."
It was still early and there was no one around. Du Weiguo sneered:
"Oh, peaceful life, you can read the newspaper tomorrow. A forest fire in Yuen Long burned six innocent fishermen to death."
As soon as he heard this, Moran frowned tightly. Who was she? He reacted instantly and said in a confused tone:
"Du Weiguo, can't you keep a low profile and kill six people in one move? What, you were betrayed?"
Du Weiguo nodded, his tone slightly low:
"Every time I come to Xiangjiang, it never goes smoothly. Something always happens. Mo Lan, I already showed my face last time I came here. This time, you have to help me."
Moran pondered for a moment, and his eyes slowly showed a light of great excitement. To be honest, he could fight side by side with Du Weiguo.
Just thinking about this matter made Moran's blood boil, and he tried hard to suppress his turbulent emotions.
Lighting a lady's cigarette, Moran exhaled a puff of smoke gracefully, duplicity, and his voice was slightly helpless:
"Du Weiguo, you are really a deadly enemy, okay, for the sake of you not asking Zhao Yingnan first when we meet this time~"
Du Weiguo also took out his cigarette case at this time and said in a casual tone:
"Well, by the way, how is Yingnan doing?"
Upon hearing this, Moran's face suddenly darkened and he became jealous!
39.4 degrees, check the code, I think I can ask for a monthly pass.