January 3, 1967, on the road outside Hasansky County in Vladivostok, Russia.
Du Weiguo was sitting in the back seat of a black Volga car with a cold face. Natasha, who was driving the car, glanced at him through the rearview mirror and spoke in a calm tone:
"Wesley, I can swear that I really didn't spy on you. It's just that you suddenly appeared in Hunchun and took the initiative to go to the black market to inquire about the ship from Vladivostok to Japan, so~"
Du Weiguo curled his lips helplessly and took over her words with a teasing tone:
"So, I was targeted by the all-knowing and all-powerful KGB, right? Natasha, I just wanted to use the road to Japan.
There is no need for elite special service cadres like you to fly over in person to capture and escort us, this battle is too big, right?"
Du Weiguo's words were sarcastic and full of sarcasm, but Natasha's tone was as calm as ever:
"Wesley, I think you have always misunderstood me and the safety committee to which I belong, and I don't want to argue with you.
At least we have always maintained goodwill toward China, and we have a common enemy with China. You can't deny this, right?"
Du Weiguo frowned slightly. It seemed that Natasha had really studied herself carefully and told an irrefutable fact.
"Natasha, I am a free person now. I no longer have the concept of family and country. I have no ability or qualification to discuss all these national interests."
Du Weiguo's tone was a little desolate. This was also true. He had suffered a lot when he traveled from South Korea, through North Korea, and all the way to Baishan.
Due to the language barrier, Du Weiguo did not want to cause disputes or hurt people for no reason, so he had no choice but to stay out at night. Even with his physical strength and ability, he was exhausted when he arrived at Baishan.
Even if you return to the land of your mother tongue, you have to hide your whereabouts and hide your whereabouts. You feel like a dog that has lost its home, and you have tasted the warmth, warmth and sourness of a homeless person.
Natasha glanced at him, saw the sadness in his eyes, and couldn't help but slow down her tone:
"Wesley, I have carefully understood your past and the causes and consequences of your departure. I understand your grievances and helplessness. As long as you are willing, you can~"
"Stop it!"
Du Weiguo came back to his senses, sneered, and said in a teasing tone:
"Natasha, you are an iceberg beauty. You can't do this job as a lobbyist. Okay, let's get straight to the point. You rushed over so quickly. You shouldn't be sending me to the boat, right?"
Natasha's expression showed a hint of annoyance, and she complained in a low voice:
"Wesley, do you really like a stupid and brainless person like Reina? You haven't tried it, how do you know that I am an iceberg?"
Du Weiguo smiled:
"Ha! Natasha, are you convinced that you can't change your mind? In fact, I have already said that you don't need to go to all the trouble. As long as the price is right, I can take over your business."
Natasha's tone was plaintive, and she said half-truthfully:
"Wesley, in half a year, you have helped Reina complete three tasks, one of which directly harmed our interests in the Lion City. I have issued you seven tasks, but you have not accepted any of them."
Du Weiguo smacked his lips and tried to recall: "Really? You have already sent me 7 tasks?"
Natasha's tone was quite firm and extremely angry:
"Of course, a total of 7 times! Moreover, there is another mission on Hong Kong Island, a five-day protective mission, with a reward of 1 million U.S. dollars, but you didn't accept it!"
"Ha~"
Du Weiguo was somewhat embarrassed. He remembered that mission and was originally going to take it, but he was pestered by Reina who took the initiative to come to the door.
Lei Na used all her methods, and for three consecutive days, Du Weiguo was almost squeezed out! Naturally, the task was still aborted and ended.
In fact, there is another important reason. One million U.S. dollars is indeed a lot, but now Du Weiguo doesn't like it at all.
Within half a year, more than 10 million U.S. dollars in dividends had been transferred into the overseas account given to him by the Yamaguchi-gumi team, plus Wu Shihao's monthly dividend of about 300,000 U.S. dollars.
In just half a year, Du Weiguo did nothing and earned 13 million U.S. dollars in his account. Coupled with Reina's three single tasks, in half a year, the net income was nearly 17 million U.S. dollars, which is still U.S. dollars.
Therefore, Du Weiguo is not short of money at all now. For a mere 1 million, establishing a relationship with the notorious KGB is more or less worth the loss.
Natasha drove the car silently at this time, as if she was angry, her expression was as cold as ice, and Du Weiguo curled his lips incomprehensibly.
Damn, who are you competing with? I’ve never slept with you, do you think I’ll be overpowered by you in your land? Grandma, you pissed me off, I’m going to take a day trip to the Red Square!
Just asking if you are afraid?
Du Weiguo didn't say anything. He took out his cigarette case, rolled down the window a little, lit the cigarette, looked at the white snow outside the window, and slowly exhaled the smoke.
After a while, Natasha was the first to lose her composure. She had a mission after all, and Du Weiguo had no scruples at all, so Natasha had already failed in this game.
"No, I have to find a chance to sleep with this man, otherwise, I will never be able to compete with that damn Reina."
Natasha secretly made up her mind, but her face remained calm:
"Wesley, I believe you will be interested in my mission this time. The mission location is in the Thousand Islands Country."
"A country of a thousand islands?"
Du Weiguo's eyes turned violent, and the evil aura on his body rose up uncontrollably. There were almost no innocent people in this damned country, and it should be completely wiped off the face of the earth.
Du Weiguo put out his cigarette butts, rolled up the car window, and his tone became harsh:
"What type of mission?"
Seeing Du Weiguo's performance, Natasha's eyes flashed with a hint of pride, and her tone was meaningful:
"How about the assassination mission? Wesley, are you interested?"
Du Weiguo's tone was as cold as the wind of the Nine Netherworld: "Su Atuo?"
The temperature in the carriage dropped sharply, and Natasha couldn't help but shudder and raised her eyebrows:
"Uh, no, it's Dalati, the No. 5 figure in Thousand Islands at the moment, chief of staff and commander of the Jakarta Corps."
Du Weiguo frowned. He had never heard of this Dalati. At this time, his tone had returned to calmness:
"Natasha, this devil Suat, why don't your KGB touch him? Is it because you can't kill him? Or do you just don't want to kill him?"
Natasha's expression was a little complicated and she didn't answer immediately. Du Weiguo curled his lips and said in a light tone:
"Natasha, let me ask you another question. If I destroy Suat and his group of sons of bitches, and completely uproot them, do you, the KGB, dare to tell me the truth?"
"Squeak~~"
The Volga car suddenly braked and slid a few meters on the empty road before stopping on the side of the road. Natasha was so emotional that her snow-white cheeks turned red and she turned her head:
"Wesley, do you know what you just said?"
Du Weiguo nodded disapprovingly:
"Of course, Natasha, I know exactly what I am talking about, and I am also capable of taking responsibility for what I say."
Natasha's tone was very solemn:
"Wesley, I know you are powerful and have the best fighting ability in the world, but what you are facing is not a gang or a violent organization.
What you have to deal with is a dictator, a military oligarchy, dozens of millions of troops, and even a country with a population of hundreds of millions. Do you want one person to attack the country?"
Du Weiguo sneered and said in a contemptuous tone:
"Why is one man an enemy of a country? They are just mortals. How can Su'at tie dozens or millions of troops and hundreds of millions of people to his belt?
As long as a few of the main leaders are beheaded, this group of guys who are like shit will inevitably fall apart, and they will be torn into pieces by their political opponents without even having to take any further action from me."
Natasha swallowed subconsciously, her voice trembling:
"Wesley, you have to think clearly. This is the head of a country, and he is also a dictatorial military oligarchy. Suat made his fortune through a military coup.
He is extremely concerned about his own safety and has extremely tight defenses. There are no less than one mechanized reinforcement regiment of elite troops stationed near his palace at any time."
Du Weiguo lit another cigarette and said in a disapproving tone: "So what?"
Exhaling the smoke, Du Weiguo said calmly:
"Don't say it's a mechanized reinforced regiment, so what if it's a division or a legion? I'm not a fool, holding a gun and fighting in a hard-steel position.
Still assuming that, Suat can still tie this regiment around his waist? Can he hide himself in a bulletproof box 24 hours a day?
Natasha, I am an assassin, the best assassin in the world. As long as he is alone, no matter when and where, click~"
Du Weiguo made a motion of slitting his throat, and also very naughtily dubbed a voice by himself. Natasha was already confused and looked at him blankly, stunned.
Because she had just followed Du Weiguo's ideas and conducted a sandbox deduction in her mind, she was surprised to find that this matter was actually feasible!
Others may not be able to do it, but Du Weiguo's unparalleled and unimaginable skills can fully support him and make the impossible possible.
The most terrifying thing is that after Du Weiguo killed Su Atuo, he was able to escape without leaving any trace at all.
If Suat and several of his die-hard supporters were really killed at the same time, the Thousand Islands Country would definitely be in chaos.
If given a timely push at this time, it would be possible to subvert a country's political power and change its dynasty without any bloodshed.
Furthermore, if planned in advance, puppets can even be supported to completely control the political power of a country.
This is a big country with a population of hundreds of millions, and it is still stuck on the Strait of Malacca, the strategic chokepoint between the East and the West!
If this thing was really done, Natasha could not help but tremble violently all over, as if she was having an epilepsy, her face flushed, and her eyes were a little out of focus~
It wasn't until Du Weiguo rolled down the car window to flick out the cigarette ashes and the biting north wind blew that Natasha suddenly came back to her senses.
"Wesley, your proposal is really crazy. I need this~um~"
Natasha's sexy red lips were sealed by Du Weiguo. She was stunned for a moment, and then responded extremely fiercely.
Soon, the spacious and luxurious Golden Deer Volga sedan began to tremble very regularly, like waves rising and falling continuously.
Six days later, in the evening, a Russian ocean-going ship called the Whale docked at Victoria Harbor on Hong Kong Island.
Du Weiguo walked off the boat without anything else, stretched his waist, breathed in the warm and humid air of Hong Kong Island, and exhaled a long breath.
Natasha was a resolute and career-oriented woman. She was very decisive and made a prompt decision. She directly canceled the assassination plan that was being planned and sent Du Weiguo to the Whale cargo ship that day.
Then she took the plane non-stop and flew directly to Moscow. She wanted to report this matter to the superiors as soon as possible. If it was really done, the impact would be immeasurable!
It can even directly change the current Cold War pattern! This is a big matter and cannot be ignored, hey!
In the dead of winter in January, Du Weiguo returned from the icy and snowy Vladivostok to the warm spring-like Hong Kong Island. The clothes he wore were really a bit out of place.
Du Weiguo was wearing a heavy navy woolen coat, woolen trousers, and high-top cotton leather boots, all given to him by the sailors on the ship.
Du Weiguo put his coat on his hand, and as soon as he walked out of the pier, a black BMW stopped steadily in front of him.
A capable young man jumped down from the cab, trotted up to Du Weiguo, bowed in a very respectful manner:
"Excuse me, are you Mr. Wesley?"
"yes."
Du Weiguo's tone was low and his eyes were a little unkind. The young man quickly explained:
"Mr. Wesley, please don't get me wrong. It's Miss Natasha who specially sent me to deliver you clothes and a car. Here are the car keys. The clothes are on the back seat. Sir, I'll take my leave now."
After saying that, the young man ran away in a hurry. Du Weiguo curled his lips and said, Ha! Natasha, this iceberg beauty, has now begun to play the trick of being considerate.
Du Weiguo walked to the car and carefully checked the car. After making sure that there was no problem, he took off his clothes and put on the light casual clothes prepared in the back seat.
It was not luxurious, but it fit very well. Du Weiguo curled his lips, started the car, and headed towards the villa in Saigon.
This time he left Hong Kong for Japan. It happened suddenly and no one was notified. He left for more than half a month. It was already the New Year and he didn't know if everything was safe at home.
Du Weiguo first drove to the Wesley Private Detective Agency on Jordan Road. At this time, the detective agency was closed, and he casually parked his BMW downstairs.
Du Weiguo walked to the back alley, took out the key, opened a semi-old Toyota, changed into a set of casual clothes in the trunk, and then continued driving towards Saigon.
As for the BMW, it was left to Hanwen and the others. It was sent to Lou Xiao'e's repair shop, where it was re-checked inside and out. After the color and license plate were changed, it was used as a prop car for the detective agency.
Lou Xiao'e didn't know Du Weiguo. She usually contacted him through Ma Wu. Even when she was acting as an agent for the Yamaguchi-gumi business, Ma Wu was the one who made the connection.
To this day, their family does not know who the person who left the warning letter was.
Du Weiguo didn't want them to know at all, so he just let Ma Wu continue to keep in touch with them. For ordinary people like them to have a relationship with Du Weiguo rashly, it would be a disaster rather than a blessing.
At this moment, in Sijiu City, thousands of miles away, heavy snow is flying in the sky. This winter seems to be extremely cold, bone-chilling.
In the courtyard of Mao Mao Hutong, in the east wing of the backyard, Yang Caiyu was sitting on the bedside with empty eyes. She had completely recovered her sanity the day before yesterday.
However, he still has no ability to move on his own. He has been lying down for more than a year and his muscles have been slightly atrophied. No matter how careful the care is, it will take at least several months to completely return to normal.
Sun Yumei walked in from outside carrying a bowl of stick noodles:
"Caiyu, come and drink some glutinous rice flour. Bart's wife secretly grinds the noodles into fine powder, and adds a spoonful of canned beef to it. It's very fragrant!"
"Mom, I'm not hungry."
Yang Caiyu speaks intermittently and with great difficulty. She has not spoken for more than a year and her vocal cords also need to be restored.
Sun Yumei's eyebrows were anxious and she scolded softly:
"You have to eat even if you're not hungry. Caiyu, you finally woke up after a long time. Recovery from a vegetative state is a miracle. You need to eat more to promote metabolism and supplement nutrients so that you can recover faster!"
Yang Caiyu's eyes were red:
"No, no, it's a miracle. It's Wei Guo. It must be him. He's here, master."
Sun Yumei did not answer her, but took a spoonful of paste and handed it to Caiyu's mouth:
"Here, let's drink some glutinous rice."
Yang Caiyu moved her neck with great difficulty, her face turned red from holding it in, and she moved less than 1 centimeter. Her tears were pouring down, but her eyes were very stubborn:
"Mom, you, tell me, Wei Guo is not dead~"
"Alas~"
Sun Yumei sighed, put the spoon back into the bowl, stirred it gently, and then said after a while:
"It is true that he is not dead. The reason why you can wake up is that Wei Guo went out and found a way to find a peerless expert!"
Yang Caiyu burst into tears like a fountain: "Then, where is he?"
Sun Yumei wiped her tears with loving eyes and said softly:
"Caiyu, I really don't know where he is. The expert who came here to treat you a few days ago also kept secret about this. He just said vaguely that everything is safe in Du Weiguo."
Yang Caiyu's eyes were extremely aggrieved:
"Ping An, then, why doesn't he come back to see me?"
Sun Yumei rolled her eyes and scolded her in a low voice:
"Caiyu, you really fell asleep. Wei Guo faked his death to be able to escape from his golden cicada shell. He went out to find someone to help you treat your illness. How did you come back? Are you pretending to be a corpse?"
Besides, there is a lot of commotion outside, but here we are so quiet, like a paradise, and it’s not because he is intimidating outside."
Yang Caiyu's eyes were confused: "What's the trouble?"
Sun Yumei sighed: "Alas~ what Wei Guo predicted back then has happened, it's very scary!"
Yang Caiyu's tears welled up again, and she was heartbroken:
"He has always tried his best to protect me, and I have always been a drag on him! Mom, I miss him so much!"
Sun Yumei wiped away her tears and comforted her in a gentle tone:
"Caiyu, silly boy, you are only 24 this year, you still have a lot of time, don't worry, he will definitely come back, sooner or later, you are his life!"