The moon was high in the sky, and the night wind was blowing softly, making the leaves rustle softly.
In the New Territories, at the gate of that beautiful Chinese-style villa, Du Weiguo stood there leisurely, with a cigarette in his mouth, looking calm and calm.
If it weren't for the fact that his face was a little pale, the clothes on his body were torn and stained, and there were hideous corpses all over the floor inside and outside the villa, as well as the doors and windows that looked like they had been ravaged by a typhoon.
Just looking at Du Weiguo's demeanor, he looked as leisurely as if he was just out to admire the moon.
After this battle, this beautiful and exquisite house was completely ruined. The doors and windows were broken, and the buildings were destroyed. Let’s not talk about these for now.
This house was originally built in the wilderness and was filled with gloomy atmosphere. Now, there are dozens of corpses lying inside and outside.
Now, even if Zhong Kui comes to this house, ghosts will be pressing down on him when he sleeps.
Uncle Jiu had always known that Du Weiguo was very strong, a fierce dragon crossing the river, and a god-like figure, but he was still stunned when he saw such a tragic scene with his own eyes.
Dozens of walking corpses with their heads shot off, several black-clad ninjas nailed to the wall with fish-killing knives, and Onitsuka Kuwaki, who was wearing iron armor and had a majestic body like a bear.
Even Uncle Jiu, who was used to seeing this scene, couldn't help but be dumbfounded and swallowed subconsciously. Damn it, is this even a human being?
Changing places, if Uncle Jiu himself encounters an attack of this magnitude.
Uncle Jiu thought to himself that he would never be able to resist it no matter what, and running away might not be possible. Drinking hatred in the northwest seemed to be the only outcome.
Uncle Jiu's tone was a bit stuttering:
"Little friend, you did all of this by yourself? How did you do it?"
Du Weiguo exhaled a puff of smoke and said in a calm tone:
"That's it, it's just a small scene. They have so many corpses and they don't even have a gun. It's not worth mentioning!"
"Uh~"
Fighting on the street, is this really a human thing to say? Uncle Jiu's face suddenly looked like he had eaten shit, and he was completely speechless.
Du Weiguo of Versailles smiled happily and successfully pretended to be fake. He was very happy to do so.
To put it bluntly, in fact, these zombies and ninjas are just looking to bluff people, and they pose no threat to Du Weiguo.
Although there are many walking zombies, they move slowly and have no long-range weapons. One shot is just like shooting a fixed target, which is effortless.
If there hadn't been a sniper ambushing in the distance tonight, Du Weiguo would have wanted to just take out his AK, and it would probably be a lot easier.
Although those ninjas moved as fast as the wind and their moves were treacherous and vicious, the only martial arts in the world that could not be broken was due to Du Weiguo's perverted eyesight.
Their movements were all slowed down by 12 times, making them look like decrepit old men, without any threat.
Even the last mini-boss, Onizuka, who was wearing iron armor and had a huge strength attribute, if Du Weiguo hadn't accidentally taken a bite of poisonous gas, he would have no burden and there would be a hundred ways to kill him.
The so-called ability to defeat ten with one force must only be achieved under conditions of comparable speed. You can't even touch the corners of the opponent's clothes, so why are you spanking him?
Uncle Jiu was defeated by Du Weiguo's Versailles magic. He felt depressed and didn't want to speak. He looked at the corpse on the ground carefully with a straight face.
Du Weiguo smiled and blew out the smoke, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, crushed it with his foot, and walked to Uncle Jiu.
Nuzui curled his lips towards Onitsuka Sangmu's body and spoke calmly:
"Uncle Jiu, don't look at these things. This stupid guy in the courtyard has a name. He said his name is Onizuka Sanmu.
He is the leader of the torture altar of the Jiuju sect. He is a tough guy. I really can’t keep him alive. You are always suffering. Let’s see if we can find their other accomplices in this situation.”
"good!"
Upon hearing this, Uncle Jiu subconsciously licked his lips and nodded solemnly.
Uncle Jiu is a happy person. Since he has agreed to help Du Weiguo, he will not shirk the responsibility.
He didn't waste any time. He took out various unknown things from his backpack and squatted down next to Onizuka's body.
Uncle Jiu first struggled to lift Onizuka's helmet. The guy died miserably, his eyes were penetrated directly by the small Tang knife.
The brain mixed with blood filled the helmet, and the whole head was soaked. His appearance, which was not good at all, now became extremely ferocious, and the smell was unpleasant.
Uncle Jiu didn't care, with an indifferent expression, he methodically took out a small porcelain vase, pulled out a yellow talisman, and silently recited a few spells.
The yellow talisman spontaneously ignited without fire. Uncle Jiu immediately threw the yellow talisman into the porcelain vase, and then quickly clasped it on Onizuka's forehead.
At this time, Uncle Jiu took out another compass, put it on top of the porcelain bottle, and silently recited the magic formula. Uncle Jiu's movements were smooth and flowing, which was pleasing to the eye, but Du Weiguo didn't understand at all and could only watch the excitement.
After a while, Uncle Jiu stood up, walked to Du Weiguo's side, nodded gently, and the corner of Du Weiguo's mouth gently raised a beautiful smile.
Seeing this smile, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but shudder!
At this time, the car lights came on in the distance, and then the heavy roar of the car motor was heard.
Listening to this movement, it seems that the "High Horse" armored truck unique to the Hong Kong Island Police Force in this era was dispatched, and it was not even one.
Du Weiguo's eyes narrowed, and the pistol appeared in his hand unknowingly. Not only did he feel guilty, but he also felt guilty.
What's going on? Armored vehicles were actually dispatched. Could it be that Lei Luo got angry and wanted to fight me?
In fact, Du Weiguo was completely unfazed when faced with the incompetent Hong Kong police. Let alone an armored and bulletproof vehicle, even if it was a tank, Du Weiguo was not afraid of this group of drunkards.
However, if he really had a head-on conflict with the Xiangjiang police, he would probably not get any good results after returning to Sijiu City.
But now there is no way out, we can only bite the bullet, and we can only talk about the future.
Damn it, if this Lei Luo really dares to kidnap Hu Xu, I will send you back to the west. That bullshit 500 million detective, can his forehead withstand a bullet?
Du Weiguo made up his mind, a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, his evil spirit rose, and his tone was low:
"Uncle Jiu, please go to the villa first to see if there are any other clues. There are a few guys dressed like ninjas on the second floor."
Du Weiguo said it in a vague way, but Uncle Jiu, who was sophisticated in the world, naturally understood what he meant. He just didn't want to implicate him.
Uncle Jiu hesitated for a moment, but finally turned around and walked towards the villa.
It's not that Uncle Jiu is unloyal. Let's not talk about his position, whether he will fight for Du Weiguo, whom he meets by chance.
Speaking of Uncle Jiu's combat power alone, even if he is a cultivator and his abilities are beyond ordinary people, he is not indestructible. He will be blinded in the face of a hail of bullets.
Also, Du Weiguo is a gun master at this level. Once a conflict breaks out, he really can't be of much help. He may even be a hindrance.
In the Age of Ending Dharma, the emergence of hot weapons made Kung Fu and Taoism useless and completely declined.
A gunman who has been training casually for three months, with a gun in his hand, even a martial arts practitioner who has practiced martial arts for many years will have to kneel down.
Within seven steps, a knife is faster than a gun. Haha, that’s right, you will indeed die faster!
Therefore, staying away from the battlefield and not causing trouble is Uncle Jiu's best choice.
Soon, four "Gaoma" police bulletproof vehicles painted in light green parked in front of the villa. The convoy was about to stop, and the smoke and dust had not yet dispersed.
A fat middle-aged man with a well-built body picked himself up from the passenger seat of the first car and walked up to Du Weiguo with a smile on his face.
This fat man, estimated to weigh at least 200 pounds, has fair skin, short hair, and a fat face with smooth wrinkles, like a Maitreya Buddha.
Glancing at Onizuka's ferocious corpse on the ground, his body trembled involuntarily, and his tone was unusually humble, even a little flattering:
"Hello, Mr. Wesley, I am Lardboy. Boss Lei Luo asked me to come here to handle the follow-up and finishing matters. What instructions do you have?"
"Lard Boy"!
Tsk tsk, Du Weiguo thought to himself, he really lives up to his name, as fat as a fat pig standing upright.
This guy seems to be a celebrity too. Lei Luo's chief direct descendant, the leader, is also a well-known figure in Xiangjiang.
Walking between black and white, long-sleeved and good at dancing, Du Weiguo looked at the big white fat man in front of him with interest and said in a polite tone:
"Brother Lard, you are too polite. I don't have anything to give you. I am causing you trouble in the middle of the night."
Lardboy had a smile on his face and scratched his scalp:
"Ha! Mr. Wesley, you are a true god. I definitely don't deserve you to call me brother, so just call me Lardboy."
Du Weiguo smiled. He still had something to do. He didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so he changed the topic directly:
"The scene is a bit big. There are dozens of corpses inside and outside the villa. I have to worry about you."
"How many, dozens of corpses?"
Upon hearing this, Lardboy's little eyes widened like light bulbs, his whole body trembled, and cold sweat broke out instantly, flowing down his face.
You know, this is an era of peace, and Hong Kong Island has been at peace for a long time. Even in the most intense gang fights, if a few people die, it will be a big deal.
What is the concept of dozens of corpses?
And this was created by Du Weiguo alone. There was obviously a hint of fear in Lardboy's eyes when he looked at him at this moment.
Du Weiguo understood as soon as he saw his expression. He curled his lips and felt helpless, but finally explained:
"Brother Lard, it's like this. I didn't kill these corpses. They were already dead before they stormed the villa. They were all zombies manipulated by secret methods.
As for the heel of these corpse controllers, I believe Chief Inspector Lei Luo has great powers and must be well aware of them."
"Oh, oh, that's it. Then you are also a god descending to earth. One person can actually deal with dozens of zombies who are not afraid of swords and guns."
Upon hearing this, Lardboy wiped the sweat from his forehead and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. His eyes flickered, as if he had thought of something.
Obviously, Lardboy is also aware of Jiuju's unique skills. Not everyone is aware of the characteristic of not being afraid of swords and guns.
Think about it, no matter what the prefix is, to them, it is just a source of wealth, and Lardboy is Lei Luo's spokesperson in the society.
Therefore, he should know some inside information, but Du Weiguo was not interested in continuing to show off his acting skills with him, and patted him on the shoulder:
"Brother Lard, I still have something to do. I'll leave the rest to your trouble."
After Du Weiguo finished speaking, he was about to turn around when Lardboy quickly stopped him with an unusually polite tone:
"Mr. Wesley, please stay!"
"Um?"
Du Weiguo's face darkened, his evil spirit aroused, and his eyes like an eagle stared at the lard boy.
Marde, you're welcome, I'm a qualified man, but if you dare to point fingers, hum~ The fat man was trembling all over with the surging evil spirit, and even his tone was trembling:
"Boss, don't get me wrong. Before I came, Boss Lei Luo specially asked me to bring you some local specialties from Hong Kong Island.
Tonight, there was a little unnecessary misunderstanding between us, and I hope you will forgive me."
Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo immediately put on a warm smile and said in a teasing tone: "Oh? Specialty? Haha, Boss Lei Luo is so polite."
"Hey, wait a minute."
Lardboy apologized, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and did not dare to say anything more. He turned back to the vehicle, struggled to carry a heavy travel bag, and handed it to Du Weiguo:
"Mr. Wesley, this is a little thought from our boss Lei Luo. It's not respectful. Please accept it."
Du Weiguo was not polite. He reached out and took it. He already knew it in his heart after a brief touch. It was at least 50 kilograms. Looking at the size and weight, it could only be gold.
50 pounds of gold, 25,000 kilograms, is equivalent to 160 large yellow croakers and more than 1,000 small yellow croakers, which is probably hundreds of thousands more in Hong Kong dollars.
Tsk, tsk, what a big deal! Du Weiguo secretly smacked his lips, he is indeed the helmsman of the Black Gold Empire, his actions are indeed arrogant!
At this moment, it is already lower than half of Du Weiguo's family wealth, but think about it, his assets are measured in hundreds of millions, just a few hundred thousand, so wow!
By the way, Du Weiguo's trip to Hong Kong Island this time, apart from other things, was really rewarding in terms of property. He really made a fortune.
Gold banknotes and the like were piled up in the space, and two rifles and two boxes of compressed biscuits had to be discarded before they could be accommodated.
Counting this evening's gold, Du Weiguo's total income from Hong Kong Island this time is no less than one million Hong Kong dollars. He has no time to count it in detail, and it may be even more.
Du Weiguo was holding the travel bag in his hand, as light as if it were nothing, and his tone was calm, neither sad nor happy:
"Brother Lard, thank Boss Lei Luo for your generosity for me. Even if this matter is revealed tonight, there will be a lot of trouble in future cooperation. Uncle Jiu, let's go!"
At this time, Uncle Jiu saw that nothing was going on outside and walked out of the villa. Du Weiguo said hello, put the travel bag on his shoulder, and walked away side by side with Uncle Jiu.
Looking at Du Weiguo's retreating back, Zhu Luzai's expression was gloomy and uncertain. Even though he had been in the world for a long time, he still couldn't see through this young man's path.
But instinctively, I want to stay away from him. This guy is an out-and-out plague god. Don’t get close to strangers!
In the middle of the night, on a deserted street, Du Weiguo drove an extremely stylish jet-black BMW 3200CS at a fast pace.
This car was what he bought in order to disguise his identity when he came to Hong Kong Island last time, so Lei Luo naturally found it for him.
Helping him find this luxury car was not only a demonstration of Lei Luo's absolute control over Hong Kong Island, but also a way to show off his muscles.
On the other hand, it also reminded Du Weiguo from the side that Lei Luo knew everything he had done before. It was a kind of warning not to go too far.
At this time, Uncle Jiu was holding a compass in his hand, with the porcelain vase still clasped underneath. Under the porcelain vase was a small shackle.
Between the compass and the jipan is a piece of incense. This incense is drawing irregular lines on the jipan. Uncle Jiu’s method also has a name, the fuji chasing method!
At this time, Uncle Jiu's voice was low and steady: "Turn left ahead."
Uncle Jiu's instructions were somewhat delayed. At this time, the vehicles had already crossed the intersection, but Du Weiguo remained calm.
As soon as the steering wheel was turned, the BMW suddenly made a shrill braking sound and completed a beautiful drifting swing. The front of the car was thrown to the left. The whole process was extremely smooth.
You know, this BMW is an original product from Germany. It is a top-notch car today. To be honest, it is not inferior even to the luxury cars of later generations.
Even the steering wheel is equipped with power steering, which has strong power and strong grip, making the driving experience extremely comfortable.
It was nothing like the stupid, big, black, eight-handed jeep he usually drove in Sijiucheng.