Reina is a very thoughtful and impatient girl. She reacted instantly:
"Wesley, do you want to copy the pattern of Pattaya in Suriname? This is impossible. This is South America, the back garden of Citigroup~"
Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows, sneered, and said in an unhurried tone:
"Oh, what about the Americas? There are more than 60,000 Chinese in Suriname and more than 80,000 in Guyana. They have people and I have money. Is it difficult to copy the Pattaya model?"
Having tasted the sweetness in Pattaya, Du Weiguo was somewhat self-righteous, and Reina frowned and pondered.
Du Weiguo patted her shoulder:
"Okay, Reina, this place is too close to Citigroup's military base. It's a place of right and wrong. Let's leave here first and find a safe place to study it in detail."
Reina woke up from a dream, and hurriedly took Du Weiguo's arm: "Yes, they will contact the Citi base every hour to report that it is safe. Let's leave here quickly."
Six hours later, in the evening, with the morning glow filling the sky, Du Weiguo and Reina took a speedboat that came by and arrived at St. George's City, the capital of Guyana.
Guyana was originally a British colony and became independent only last year. Although it is now free from British control, it is still quite influential locally.
Here, at least Reina and the others' safety can be guaranteed to the greatest extent.
In fact, even in Suriname, where Citigroup has a huge power, Du Weiguo is fearless, but this is America, and after all, he cannot go on a killing spree without restraint.
It is better to do less than to do more. Du Weiguo is not a reckless man. He only knocked out those CIA agents and did not kill them.
St. George is also a small town, full of shanties, dilapidated and muddy. Most of the residents are disheveled and ragged, like zombies.
It can be seen that the local governance of England is really not good. There is a decent single-family three-story red brick building near the city center.
At the door of the small building hangs the signboard of Jisliel Mining Company, which is a stronghold of MI6 in Guyana.
MI6 is a very large organization, and naturally it cannot be monolithic. There are countless factions within it. This stronghold in Guyana can barely be considered to be in the same camp as Reina.
The reason why Reina was able to grab this hot task was also inseparable from the active operation of Wells, the person in charge of this stronghold.
Wells is a short, fat old man in his 50s, with a red face, always smiling, and a big gray beard, looking like Santa Claus.
"So, Reyna, you even killed an entire team of Green Berets in Bolivar, but in the end you still didn't find the secret information in Lord Byrne's hands?"
Wells lowered his eyelids and hid his gaze. His tone was faint, and Reina nodded:
"Well, that's it. I set out from Kakanuman and searched north for about 15 kilometers. Because the environmental conditions were too harsh, I couldn't continue, so I had no choice but to retreat."
"Haha, Reyna, if that's the case, you were controlled by the CIA in Bolivar and taken to a military base in Suriname. How did you escape?"
Wells smiled and stroked his beard, his small blue-green eyes flashing with a cunning light, full of deep meaning.
Reina patted Du Weiguo on the shoulder with a proud expression:
"I was rescued by Mr. Wesley, Wells, Mr. Wesley, he also has a nickname, Evil God, which should be familiar to you."
Wells rubbed his hands, with a slightly flattering expression on his face, looked up at Du Weiguo, and spoke in an exaggerated tone:
"Ha! Mr. Wesley, AISA8 on the CIA blacklist, KGB number X11, the famous evil god, I am naturally familiar with it. He is indeed very powerful."
Du Weiguo had a cigarette in his mouth, and just glanced at the little old man lightly, without saying anything, and watched coldly as he and Lei Na competed with each other in their acting skills, showing off and submissive.
Reina said in a proud tone: "Yes, I was rescued by the powerful Mr. Wesley, so I was able to escape."
Wells nodded noncommittally, took a sip of tea, and said unhurriedly:
"Rena, I naturally don't dare to question Mr. Wesley's ability, but I am very confused, since this is the case.
You arrived in Bolivar with Mr. Wesley, so how were you taken away by the CIA?"
Reina casually said:
"Well, when I was in Bolivar, I briefly separated from Mr. Wesley for a while, and those CIA bastards attacked me at that time."
Wells curled his lips, smiled, and said in a playful tone:
"Hey, Reyna, the day after you were controlled, the traitor Pippen was assassinated in Kakamanu. At that time, three formations of Green Berets were ambushed there."
Reina shrugged her shoulders: "Then I don't know. You also know that I had lost my freedom at that time."
Raina started to cheat, and Wells could only helplessly shake his head:
"Rena, I am not your enemy. Your cross-regional mission is already considered an unconventional operation.
Now, you took the initiative and killed an entire team of Green Berets, but you failed to complete the task. I'm afraid you won't end well if you return to the headquarters."
There was a strong threat hidden in Wells's words. Reina's face darkened and she snorted coldly:
"I was under surveillance as soon as I arrived in Bolivar, and when I arrived at the dock on the Orinoco River, I was ambushed by a whole team of Green Berets. Do I have to sit back and wait for death?
Also, Wells, who leaked the intelligence information? How could a peripheral little shrimp like Pippen know such high-level secrets?"
Reina and Wells were quarreling with each other, hiding their secrets, and secretly fighting each other. Du Weiguo felt more and more disgusted when he heard this. This kind of internal strife was really everywhere.
Reina and Santa Claus are in the same camp. The reason Wells is wringing his teeth here is simply because he wants to share the credit, or he has other agendas.
That damn Governor Byrne, the mineral resource distribution map of South America he left behind is indeed a priceless treasure. Once returned to the headquarters, the contribution will be immeasurable.
People die for money and birds die for food. Wells was merciful when he didn't arrest Reina and the others immediately for questioning. Of course, it may not be because he was afraid of Du Weiguo's powerful force.
Du Weiguo put out his cigarette butt, stood up, and said in a low tone:
"I'm very tired. I haven't rested for several nights. Can you find me a place to rest first?"
Reina understood instantly and stood up:
"That's right, Wells, I have been detained for several days and also experienced fatigue interrogation. I am exhausted and need a good rest. Please help me arrange a flight back to London as soon as possible."
At the end of the third floor of the small building, there was a lounge similar to a hotel room. Reina lay on Du Weiguo's chest, gently rubbing his scars with her fingers, her eye circles a little red.
This time Du Weiguo faced off against the Iron Bloods in the rainforest, and he was indeed seriously injured. In order to avoid self-destruction in the end, his body was even scarred with countless wounds. They were so densely packed that there were no good places left for new wounds to pile up old ones.
"Wesley, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be greedy for credit and take on this task, causing you to suffer so many injuries."
Du Weiguo blew out the smoke, extinguished the cigarette butt, turned over and changed into a relatively comfortable position, held Reina in his arms, made a shushing effect, and said in a lazy tone:
"Rena, I'm really tired. I haven't slept for several days. Let me take a nap."
That Santa Claus looks like a smiling tiger at first glance. There is a high probability that there is a monitoring device in this room. Besides, Du Weiguo is really exhausted now.
Since landing in Bolivar, he has been fighting for seven consecutive days. During this period, he has only had fragmented rest and has not slept at all. Even a tough man can't stand it.
As soon as Du Weiguo finished speaking, he started snoring like thunder. Reina caressed his cheek lovingly, feeling extremely safe, and curled up in his arms and fell asleep.
Du Weiguo slept very deeply until the next morning, when the sky was bright, he woke up leisurely, stretched his waist, and felt refreshed.
Reina was still sleeping. Even if Du Weiguo turned over and got out of bed, she just raised her eyes and continued to sleep.
Du Weiguo went to the toilet, washed briefly, and then began to check the eavesdropping equipment in the room. Finally, he discovered on the fluorescent lamp on the ceiling that the old silver coin of Wells was indeed hidden deeply.
Du Weiguo very roughly used a small Tang knife to smash the bug and the fluorescent lamp together, and then he suddenly pounced on Reina who was still sleeping.
Soon, a charming sound that made people blush and make their hearts beat loudly sounded in the room. The sound was so loud that it could be heard clearly even in the corridor.
In the office building on the second floor, Wells, who had panda eyes, smashed the monitoring headphones on the table angrily and cursed:
"Fuck! You made such a loud noise by doing this shit, it's earth-shattering. Then why did you destroy my listening device?"
At noon, Wells accompanied him to dinner, and Du Weiguo also tasted the so-called local American delicacy, the pizza plate.
Well, it's a hodgepodge of fried pork and beef, fried eggs, fried bananas, sausages, blood sausage, corn tortillas, pork belly with avocado and lemon.
The presentation is average and the taste is acceptable. In addition, there are kidney bean pot and tangerine ceviche, which are paired with some local sparkling wine, which is quite rich.
Du Wei's dining experience has been exposed for several days. He hasn't eaten hot food for a long time. Naturally, everything he eats is delicious. He is like a wind and a lingering cloud. He doesn't say a word and just concentrates on cooking.
Everything on the dining table was cleared away, and Du Weiguo was finally half full. Reina was already full, so she raised her head and asked:
"Wells, when will there be a plane?"
Wells stroked his beard:
"I contacted the headquarters yesterday. There will be a transport plane taking off from Morocco the day after tomorrow. It will arrive here in the evening."
At this time, Wells raised his wine glass and said to Du Weiguo with a smile:
"Mr. Wesley, try this wine. The authentic Mendoza Snowy Champagne is no worse than the French royal family's Moët & Chandon."
Du Weiguo smiled and picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, just like a cow chewing a peony without tasting it at all. He laughed at himself and said:
"Mr. Wells, I am just a rough man. I only know how to fight and kill. I don't know how to taste at all."
Wells laughs:
"Mr. Wesley is really happy. In fact, these things are originally used for eating and drinking. Only boring people will criticize them."
Du Weiguo lit a cigarette and asked straight to the point:
"Mr. Wells, do you know Mr. Zhong from Guyana?"
"Um?"
Wells was obviously stunned for a moment:
"Mr. Wesley, may I ask, what do you want from Mr. Arthur?"
Arthur is Mr. Zhong's name. As soon as he heard his title, Du Weiguo was sure that he had found the right person.
"Oh, that's it. I want to discuss cooperation with Mr. Zhong. I intend to invest in some projects in Guyana and need the support of the local government."
Wells frowned and said in a surprised tone: "Invest in Guyana? Mr. Wesley, the population here is sparse and the economy is backward~"
Du Weiguo exhaled smoke and showed a mysterious smile:
"Mr. Wells, you don't have to worry about the profit or loss of your investment. Just introduce Mr. Zhong to me."
As soon as she saw his weird smile, Reina immediately curled her lips. She knew in her heart that Du Weiguo, the grandson, had started to scheme again.
At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, in the former Governor's Palace of Kuiana and the current Presidential Palace, Du Weiguo got his wish and met the tall and handsome Mr. Zhong. The two had a pleasant conversation.
After having dinner together in the Presidential Palace, they continued to talk until late at night, and then they said goodbye. Mr. Zhong even personally sent Du Wei's gift out the door.
"Reina, the 10 million pounds will arrive before 12 noon tomorrow. We will hand over the money and deliver the goods."
Du Weiguo threw away the microfilm in his hand with a scornful expression. Reina rolled her eyes angrily:
"Wesley, you are very good at this backdoor business? Do you know what the total revenue of Kuiana was last year?"
Du Weiguo was indeed a little curious: "How much?"
Reina flattened her mouth:
"In 1966, Guyana's annual finance was less than 20 million pounds. You invested 10 million pounds at once. Isn't it a bit too aggressive and burning the boat?"
Du Weiguo's tone was teasing: "What? You can't believe me, Lei Na, do you feel sorry for you?"
Reina was stubborn: "I don't feel bad, anyway, if I lose, you will have to support me for the rest of your life."
At noon the next day, Du Weiguo watched the transport plane on which Reina took off take off. Zhang Huihai of Guangyi Hall stood side by side with him, hands behind his back, and his tone was profound:
"Mr. Wesley, you are really willing to invest 25 million US dollars in this barren land. You know, this is not a small sum of money."
Du Weiguo withdrew his gaze and asked confidently:
"Mr. Zhang, there is no turning back. In three days, my project will break ground. When will the 500-person security team be in place?"
Zhang Huihai’s eyes flickered:
"Mr. Wesley is so brave. Our people will be in place tomorrow. But what are the conditions you promised before?"
Du Weiguo said calmly:
"Don't worry, the money is already in place, but Mr. Zhang, let's keep our ugly words in mind. If your people come to my place and refuse to obey me, and desert all day long, don't blame me for turning against you."
Zhang Huihai said solemnly:
"Mr. Wesley, you can rest assured that we at Guangyi Tang always keep our promises. If someone stabs you, we will take care of you."
"Okay, then we will cooperate happily." Du Weiguo took the initiative to extend his hand to him.
Five days later, Du Weiguo stood in front of a huge construction site not far from the seaside in St. George, holding a maritime satellite phone in his hand and talking:
"Okay, Reina, help me send them to St. George as soon as possible. Everything goes well here. Just wait until you finish handling the things in London and then come back."
After hanging up the phone, Du Weiguo looked at the 500 strong young men standing neatly and silently behind him, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride in his heart.
This is his legacy in America.
Du Weiguo made a very big move this time. He built an entire entertainment street directly to the east of St. George, covering a total area of more than 600,000 square meters.
For this purpose, more than 2,000 workers were mobilized, almost all the young Chinese who could be dispatched in St. George.
The blueprint planned by Du Weiguo is very large, with a casino covering an area of 100,000 square meters as the core, as well as supporting hotels, supermarkets, restaurants, bars, nightclubs, etc.
Fortunately, Guyana is rich in resources and can be self-sufficient in materials, and the labor is cheap enough. If you take care of three meals a month, it only costs 15 US dollars a month.
This street is an economic free trade zone officially planned by the Guyana government. Not only is it tax-free, but gambling is also legal. With a wave of his hand, Du Weiguo spent 8 million US dollars to secure this piece of land.
Du Weiguo's goal is to turn this place into a place of freedom like Pattaya in five years. In a few years, it will become a paradise like Macau.