Two hours later, Du Weiguo, who had survived the disaster, had lost a lot of weight and his cheeks were a little sunken.
Like a monkey, he was leaning on a tree branch, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and slowly exhaled the smoke:
"Damn it, I'm finally full. Fortunately, I was smart and prepared some food. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been killed by Iron Blood, and I would have almost been sucked dry by the self-healing skill."
Looking at the ferocious pit in the distance, Du Weiguo was filled with fear. The power of the iron-blooded spacecraft's self-destruction was really terrifying. Within a radius of 10 kilometers, not a single blade of grass grew, and all matter was completely annihilated.
The power can even reach 15 kilometers away, and can almost destroy a large city. No weapon on earth, except nuclear weapons, can match it.
Damn, I don’t know what the triggering principle is? You know, the last one with a gold-rimmed iron-blooded mask.
But when Du Weiguo cut off his head with a clean knife, he felt cold instantly. Could it be that the vital signs were bound?
Du Weiguo was puzzled, so he crushed the cigarette butt and twisted his body slightly, as if it was falling apart, and there was no pain anywhere.
Even with the teleportation skill at his side, he was still seriously injured. Most of his bones were broken, his internal organs were torn, causing massive bleeding. As for the scratches and abrasions on his body, there were countless scratches and abrasions.
If Du Weiguo hadn't upgraded his magical self-healing skills before, he would have had to lie down for at least half a month with such an injury.
In such an extreme environment in the rainforest, he may not be able to make it out alive.
Du Weiguo scratched his arm. The clothes on his body were too tattered to cover his body. Due to the high temperature, blood, mud, tree sap and sweat, it was like a hard shell around his body. It hurt and itched, and he felt like he was dying.
Du Weiguo wanted to wash up, but he was a little afraid. There was definitely no shortage of water in the Amazon rainforest, but in the terrifying river, even he did not dare to enter easily.
Piranhas, crocodiles, electric eels, jungle anacondas are everywhere, and the most terrifying thing is, there are all kinds of unknown tiny poisonous insects that can crawl everywhere. Although Du Weiguo is not afraid, he is not willing to get entangled with them.
"Damn it, this damn rainforest is almost scorching to death. God, it would be great if it rained."
Du Weiguo was pointing at the sky and complaining. At this moment, a raindrop suddenly fell on his hand, and then the heavy rain started pouring down without warning, as if God suddenly had diarrhea.
"Damn it, I think fortune has turned around and all my wishes have come true."
Du Weiguo stood upright on the branch of the tree, opened his hands, and welcomed the slightly cool rain, feeling very comfortable in his heart.
The Amazon rainforest is really not covered. Once it starts raining, it won't stop. It's like the sky is leaking. It rained overwhelmingly for three days and three nights.
The originally rugged and difficult rainforest turned into an endless swamp almost instantly, making it even more difficult and without a place to stay.
The key is that while the heavy rain blocks the sky and the sun, it also completely changes the landscape of the rainforest, making it very easy to get lost if you don't know what is going on.
Even the incomparable Du Weiguo, when he went round and round and arduously returned to Kakanuman, it was already the afternoon three days later, and until now, the rain had not stopped.
It is indeed a place abandoned by God, and its reputation is well-deserved. It will either die of drought or waterlogging. Ordinary people will die without even the slightest possibility of survival if they come in.
There were about 2 kilometers away from Kakanuman Town. Like a drowned rat, Du Weiguo, who was using the Jiuyou Lock to rush on his way, suddenly stopped and squatted on the branch of a big tree, looking around with a cold expression.
With.
Something's wrong!
At this moment, the town was hidden in the rain and fog, silent and nothing out of the ordinary, but Du Weiguo instinctively felt that something was wrong, and there was a faint sense of crisis lingering in his heart.
You know, before at the Orinoco River dock, Du Weiguo had killed an entire team of Green Berets.
For the stinky Bald Eagle, who can only take advantage but not suffer losses, losing such a number of elites is absolutely unacceptable. He must find his way back to the situation, and there may be an ambush.
Du Weiguo's eyes like an eagle were constantly patrolling the jungle, and soon he discovered the clues.
There was a sniper lying on a thick branch of a broad-leaved tree about 900 meters away from him.
This guy is also a master. He hides very well. His whole body is hidden among the dense leaves. With the ghillie suit, there is almost no flaw at all.
Even the barrel of the gun was wrapped tightly with green camouflage. If it weren't for the slight reflection from the protruding sight, even the sharp-eyed Du Weiguo wouldn't have been able to spot it.
In this era, the range of sniper rifles and the magnification of the scope are relatively limited, so the average sniper conducts sniping operations at a distance of about 500 meters.
After discovering the sniper, he quickly found other hidden enemies through tactical arrangements. After a while, Du Weiguo curled his lips gloomily:
"Tsk, there are three standard tactical squadrons. These Green Berets have spent a lot of money. If I kill them all at once, will I become the Pentagon's public enemy number one?"
Du Weiguo pondered for a moment, shook his head slowly, changed his direction, and detoured towards another direction.
It would be easy and enjoyable for Du Weiguo to kill these berets, but he would completely offend Citigroup, break his skin, and become a nuisance that he could quickly eliminate.
After all, the previous battle at the dock was covered up by the mission reasons of Reina and MI6, so it was okay to argue, but this time it was his personal behavior.
After all, Du Daguanren’s foundation in Pattaya still needs to rely on Citigroup for the time being, so after weighing the pros and cons, he ultimately did not take action.
At 9 o'clock in the evening, the heavy rain that had been ravaging the rainforest for three days finally stopped, and the moon emerged from the dark clouds. The rainforest finally returned to life, with frogs singing and birds chirping, making it extremely noisy.
On the river 2 kilometers downstream of Kakamanu town, six armed speedboats were parked in a sheltered area.
At this moment, two Green Berets and Raina's colleague, the handsome mixed-race boy Pippen, were guarding one of the speedboats.
The two berets were smoking and chatting. Pippen was holding a water ladle in his hand and was scooping out the accumulated water in the speedboat. He was doing it very seriously, showing a typical dog-leg appearance.
A thick-cheeked man with a thunder hat slapped his neck hard, and a smear of blood immediately appeared on his palm. A huge flower-legged mosquito was killed by him.
"Fu*k! This damn rainforest, the mosquitoes came out just after the rain stopped. Bayonet, tell me, can the target really get out of that hellish forest?"
The strong man cursed loudly, and his companion, a muscular guy, exhaled smoke, threw the cigarette butt into the water, scratched the top of his head, and said in a dull voice:
"Rhinoceros, please keep your voice down."
Rhino curled his lips disapprovingly:
"What are you afraid of? We are in three formations, arranged in front, like iron barrels. Even God cannot come through unharmed. Judas, don't you think so?"
Rhino flicked the cigarette butt in his hand towards Pippen, his tone was extremely contemptuous. He was a standard warrior, and he naturally despised a two-faced guy like Pippen.
Pippen wasn't angry either. He scooped out the cigarette butts and said flatteringly:
"Yes, yes, our Green Berets are the most elite special forces in the world. With so many people dispatched this time, it is natural that nothing will go wrong."
Rhino's eyes were stunned, he was furious, and he yelled:
"Fu*k! You cousin's bastard, who the hell are you and us? You traitor Judas who has no position, you should be chopped into pieces and sent to hell!"
Needless to say, this rhinoceros has a very upright outlook. Du Weiguo, who was eavesdropping not far away, couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.
At this time, Pippen finally lost his face and was a little embarrassed. He dropped the water ladle in his hand and couldn't help but glared back at the rhinoceros.
The rhinoceros suddenly stood up, clenched its fists loudly, and approached Pippen, with a sinister smile on its lips:
"What? You bastard, aren't you convinced? Do you want to make some gestures?"
I couldn't stand the bayonet anymore, so I stretched out my hand and pulled the rhinoceros:
"Okay, Rhino, stop making trouble. After all, he is also our informant, and now he is considered to be from the CIA."
The rhinoceros glared at Pippen with disdain and spat: "Mudd, you eggless bastard!"
Pippen just opened his mouth and wanted to say something. At this moment, a sharp blade came out of his mouth very suddenly.
Blood spattered, and Pippin's eyes instantly widened, his canthus cracked, and it was full of disbelief. Then he dispersed and his body fell softly.
The incident happened suddenly, and Rhinoceros and Thorny Tou were stunned for a moment. They were both elites who had experienced hundreds of battles, and they immediately reacted to the surprise attack.
However, it was too late. When they tried to dodge and draw their guns, two black grenades flew in front of them.
In the flash of lightning, there was only one thought left in the two people's minds: "Dead."
"Bang~"
There was a dull sound, but it was not an explosion. The grenade did not open the safety guard at all, but was thrown away by Du Weiguo like a man of steel.
With the addition of his huge strength, the high-explosive grenade weighing 8 ounces was very fast and not weak at all. Just like a hammer, Rhino and Bayonet rolled their eyes and were knocked unconscious at the same time.
Du Weiguo's figure was like a night owl, and he landed silently under the speedboat. He took back the shuttle from Pippen's mouth, wiped him clean, and threw his body into the water.
30 minutes later, a speedboat slowly left the docking place, then slowly accelerated and began to speed on the silent water.
The next day, early in the morning, as the sun was rising, a dilapidated sky blue Morris pickup truck drove away from the Orinoco River pier.
The owner of the pickup truck, a local bald man, was knocked unconscious by Du Weiguo and was thrown into the back of another pickup truck like a rag doll.
Du Weiguo is now anxious, irritable, and even more unscrupulous. Yesterday, he got a very bad news from the mouth of the rhinoceros.
Due to Pippen's betrayal, Reyna has been secretly arrested by the CIA and has now been taken out of Venezuela to Suriname.
For historical reasons, the relationship between Venezuela and Citigroup is tense and tit-for-tat, but the small neighboring country Suriname is currently a loyal licker of Citigroup.
Now Du Weiguo is also in trouble. Reina must be rescued. The problem is that this is South America. His eyesight is black and he doesn't even understand the language. Let alone saving people, how to leave has become a problem.
Moreover, his Asian face is extremely conspicuous in South America. He is almost unable to move and does not know where to go.
At noon, Du Weiguo relied on his memory and drove to the military airport in Gaul on the outskirts of Bolivar.
He and Reina landed here on a Belfast transport plane. Theoretically, the relationship between this airport and MI6 should be good, at least there is overlap.
Du Weiguo did not act impulsively, but hid outside and waited patiently. It was not until evening, when the sky was already dark, that a black Renault car drove away from the base and headed towards the city.
Du Weiguo drove the car and followed slowly, keeping a distance of at least 1 kilometer, until he reached the urban area of Bolivar, where the car stopped at the entrance of a high-end restaurant.
A tall, thick-haired, middle-aged white man with a big belly walked out of Reno, and walked in with his bulging chest and belly.
He is the person in charge of this Gallic military airport, Colonel Lyon.
Two hours later, when the sky was completely dark and the lights were on, Colonel Lyon, a little tipsy, walked out of the tavern with his arms around a mixed-race woman with a fiery figure and a coquettish face, and staggered back to the car.
As for drunk driving, it does not exist in today's Bolivar. Nowadays, everyone who can own a car is a powerful person, and no one dares to mess with it.
As soon as he got in the car, the anxious Colonel Lyon started to bite the woman with passion, and his hairy hands were already starting to look dishonest.
At this moment, a big hand suddenly grabbed the woman's neck like lightning. The eyes of the mixed-race beauty went dark, and she fainted in an instant.
At the same time, a pistol with a silencer was pressed against Lieutenant Colonel Lyon's temple. The cold touch made his hair stand on end, and his alcohol and desire instantly cooled down.
Fortunately, Leon was still calm and did not look back stupidly, and asked in a deep voice in Spanish:
"Who are you?"
"Do you speak English?"
Du Weiguo's tone was harsh. Leon quickly asked again in English. Du Weiguo didn't answer, but hit him hard with his pistol:
"drive."
An hour later, in a villa between the city and the airport, Leon sat on a chair and looked at Du Weiguo in front of him with a somewhat hesitant expression:
"It's you. I've seen you. Are you a field agent for MI6?"
Du Weiguo shook his head:
"No, I am a military contractor for the Sixth Branch. Now my employer has a problem and has lost contact."
"Military contractors? Mercenaries?"
Lieutenant Colonel Lyon raised his eyebrows, his tone a little confused, and Du Weiguo shrugged his shoulders indifferently:
"Well, it almost all means the same thing."
Lieutenant Colonel Lyon was red-headed and somewhat sullen:
"Then why did you kidnap me? My relationship with the Sixth Bureau has always been very good. I'm not your enemy?"
Du Weiguo nodded, took out his cigarette case, lit a cigarette, and said in a faint tone:
"I know, otherwise you wouldn't be alive until now. Lieutenant Colonel Lyon, I'm afraid you didn't understand what I meant. My employer has lost contact now. I want to find her and collect the remuneration I deserve."
Lieutenant Colonel Lyon stood up immediately and waved his arms excitedly:
"But I am a Gaul and your employer is MI6. What does this matter have to do with me?"
Du Weiguo lightly glanced at his lips, slowly exhaled the smoke, sneered, and shook the pistol in his hand:
"Oh, life is at stake. Do you think it has anything to do with you?"
Lieutenant Colonel Lyon's face turned red and he was extremely angry:
"You are committing banditry. The Sixth Bureau is fighting with the CIA. Why should I get involved? This is inconsistent with the position we have always upheld."
Sure enough, the Gauls were always good at heart and could not recognize the reality. Du Weiguo sneered and glanced at him with a half-smile:
"Very good, it seems that you know very well what happened, so I won't talk nonsense. I want to find Reina and rescue her, and you need to send me there in person."
"I refuse~Oh, God~"
As soon as Leon opened his mouth, an evil shuttle instantly flew out, flew past his ear, cut a bloody gash, and nailed him to the wall with a shudder.
Leon was horrified. He was frightened and screamed. He never expected that Du Weiguo would dare to attack him without hesitation.
He holds a high position and has been pampered for a long time, and his courage has long been worn away. He covered his ears and his body was trembling slightly.
"You, how dare you hurt me~"
Du Weiguo was anxious and exhausted his patience. He crushed the cigarette butt with all his strength, his eyes were fierce and his tone was as sharp as a knife:
"Stupid pig, I don't have time to argue with you. If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will send you to see the Virgin Mary right away."
Two hours later, a small amphibious aircraft took off from the airport and flew eastward, with Lieutenant Colonel Lyon personally piloting it.
Four hours later, at 4 a.m., the plane landed on the sea near the pier in Paramaribo, Suriname. Leon said tremblingly:
"Mr. Wesley, Miss Reina is in Paramaribo right now, but I really don't know the specific place of detention."
Du Weiguo's brows were furrowed and his face was gloomy. He knew that Leon was not lying. He was not an intelligence professional and had limited channels.
Seeing Du Weiguo's gloomy face and his eyes flickering without saying a word, Leon felt fear in his heart and quickly added:
"There are actually a lot of Asians in Paramaribo, and the most powerful among them is the Chinese Guangyi Tang. He has great supernatural powers and should be able to help you."
"Guangyangtang?"
Du Weiguo's expression changed, and he asked in a deep voice: "Do you know where their headquarters is?"
Upon hearing this, Leon's face suddenly turned pale, and he deeply hated himself for talking too much.