On the plane to Seoul, it was extremely bumpy. Du Weiguo leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest. He silently clicked on the long-lost system template and looked at the refreshed data. It was really pleasing to the eye and he would never tire of it.
Character: Du Weiguo
Age: 24 years old
Physique:21.2
Strength:19.4
Agility:23.6
Active skills:
Fighting:Level 4
Shooting: Level 5
Driving:Level 4
Scouting:Level 3
Reasoning: Level 3
Swimming:Level 3
Passive skill:
Advanced super vision
Advanced self-healing
Advanced psychic barrier
Special Skills:
Elementary teleportation
Free skill points: 2 points
Du Weiguo's measurements attributes have been qualitatively improved, especially his agility attribute, which has exceeded 23 points, nearly 6 times more than that of an ordinary person.
Even due to the jump in agility attributes, even the fighting skills and driving skills have been upgraded, and the nerve reflex ability has improved, which naturally lifts all boats.
Another crucial point is that Du Weiguo's flickering skill has undergone a qualitative change, from flickering to teleportation. Although it is only elementary, the change in ability is completely different.
But now Du Weiguo can move instantly within a range of 100 kilometers. With a thought, he can travel hundreds of miles in an instant and do whatever he wants.
The surprise doesn't end there, the physical energy consumed by teleportation has become very small. Although he will still be tired if he uses it too much, using the skill more than ten times in a row will not affect his continued combat effectiveness.
You know, a dozen times of teleportation can move thousands of kilometers. If you are in Europe, you have already crossed several countries.
This skill has finally become a legendary magical skill, which can travel hundreds of miles or even thousands of miles in an instant. This is an ability that only gods are worthy of possessing. The only drawback is that it cannot lead people.
In addition, Du Weiguo now needs 5 skill points to upgrade these special skills, and teleportation requires a full 10 skill points.
Skill points are hard to come by. For ordinary people, it takes about a hundred or so people to get one skill point. To put it another way, if you want to upgrade teleportation now, you need to kill thousands of people!
Du Weiguo has never been a murderer, and now that his status and power are getting higher and higher, the opportunities for him to take action are becoming less and less.
Du Weiguo had no idea of upgrading his basic skills at all. It was completely unnecessary when the attributes of strength, agility, and physical strength were all exploding.
He possesses both of the two elements of being able to conquer ten societies with one force and being fast and unbreakable. Coupled with his superb marksmanship, his combat power on the physical level is off the charts, and the rest is just a cloud.
As for the lack of mental attack methods, Du Weiguo has already considered it. Once he has collected 5 skill points, he will directly upgrade the mental barrier, which is expected to produce a qualitative change.
At this moment, a red cloud came over, and Reina leaned her head on his shoulder and gently arched:
"Wesley, look at you smiling so hard that you can't even see your eyebrows, with such a wanton expression. Are you thinking of something good?"
Du Weiguo calmed down and glanced at her:
"There is no such thing as a good thing. Recently, I have been spending money like water, my money has been tight, and my wallet is empty. I am grateful to Director Reina for taking care of me and giving me the opportunity to make money. I am silently grateful."
Reina rolled her eyes at him and sneered:
"Tch, go to the grave and burn newspapers, you're fooling the devil, you actually have the nerve to cry about poverty! That crazy woman Natasha spared no effort to get you a total of 50 million U.S. dollars of investment in Europe.
Moreover, the KGB also provides free equipment and weapons to the security forces. The free trade zone is gradually taking shape, with support from many parties, and is as stable as a mountain. It is equivalent to guarding a cash cow, making it as rich as the enemy. Now, even Citigroup's Morgan consortium is asking about it."
The Morgan consortium is no ordinary warrior. It is one of the eight major consortiums in Citigroup. It is said that it has other mysterious backgrounds and is so powerful that it can even influence Citigroup's national destiny and interfere in the formulation of national policies.
He is a serious super giant and a capital giant, but Du Weiguo is not very cold.
Du Weiguo hates Citigroup and all the forces within Citigroup. The most important thing is that he is not short of money now.
Du Weiguo smacked his lips angrily, smiled and joked:
"You're such a thief, you've learned quite a bit about it. Don't worry, your share won't change."
Reina was somewhat disgusted, and her tone was sour:
"Humph, what's the little leftovers you gave me? Pattaya's gold and silver, you gave it directly to Triss with a wave of your hand.
You gave Kuiana's money tree to Guo Fu again. Humph, didn't you say before that Guo Fu was just a child? Wesley, you big liar."
Hearing that Guo Fu and even Du Weiguo were a little embarrassed, they lightly patted Reina and scolded angrily:
"Don't open the pot and lift it, just pouring salt into people's wounds. Guo Fu's move in the middle of the night does have the shadow of Natasha in it. When I see her again one day, I will definitely take care of her."
Upon hearing this, Reina's tone became even more sour:
"Hmph, you and Natasha are in the honeymoon stage and are inseparable. Are you willing to deal with her?"
Reina secretly provoked her. She and Natasha were naturally opposed to each other. Even after the absurd experiences of the three of them, they were still incompatible.
Du Weiguo didn't want to continue arguing with her, so he took the initiative to change the topic:
"Okay, you'd better hurry up and talk about this mission briefing. What are the abilities of the boy codenamed Night Demon you mentioned?
Also, South Korea is the cabbage patch of Citigroup, why do you, MI6, want to get involved? Aren’t you afraid of getting burned?"
As soon as she heard this, Reina suddenly became energetic, sat upright in a swish, and her expression became serious:
"The target of this mission is Paul Kim, a Korean-American electronics expert. The semiconductor design drawings in his hands are a joint development and research project between Citigroup and us at Anglia.
Therefore, we naturally have the right to pursue the case. As for Night Demon, he is his adopted son, and the ability he currently displays is mind control."
"Mind control? It's interesting. Reina, please tell me specifically how his ability is manifested, what is the distance, how large is the range, how many people can be controlled at one time, is it a form of hypnosis or body control, and has he ever left anyone alive?
Does the accused have any memory afterwards?”
Du Weiguo became interested and asked a series of very professional questions in one breath. Reina shook her head helplessly:
"Currently, we know very little about this Night Demon's abilities, and our people have not had direct contact with him.
But what is certain is that he can control others remotely, and the accused will lose all memory of the process of being accused afterwards."
Du Weiguo frowned, Ma De, this ability of the Night Demon, which he himself named as strong control, is roughly similar to the dead ghost nightmare dragon of the Eight Hundred Dragons. If he could meet it earlier, he might not have to bother the big fox.
Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but ponder. After a while, he asked in a deep voice:
"Rena, this electronics expert named Paul King took such a big risk to escape from Citigroup. Who does he want to sell this design to? North Korea, Mao Xiong, or China?"
This question hit the nail on the head and went straight to the essence. Fortunately, Reina did not hesitate, let alone shirk, and replied without hesitation:
"Mao Xiong, the person who came to Seoul to contact Paul King this time is Mao Xiong from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. The person in charge is Turgenev, the director of the Third Division of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, nicknamed the Rainy Night Butcher. He is a ruthless man."
Du Weiguo frowned:
"Ministry of Internal Affairs? Rainy Night Butcher, Reina, are you sure? Aren't they only responsible for the self-examination of Mao Xiong's internal cadres?"
Reina nodded firmly:
"I'm pretty sure that their Ministry of Internal Affairs is similar to our 5 departments. They often interfere with economic and technical matters to show their presence.
Then Reina curled her lips again:
"Oh, Wesley, don't worry, Mao Xiong's Ministry of Internal Affairs and the KGB are sworn enemies. They are in tit-for-tat opposition to each other. They will never be hostile to your favorite Natasha."
Du Weiguo slapped her angrily:
"Stop talking nonsense and talk about the current situation. Since the Rainy Night Butcher of Laoshizi has arrived in Seoul, why has this matter been delayed for so long and has not been settled?"
Speaking of this topic, Reina suddenly beamed with joy:
"Turgenev is an out-and-out lunatic and acts unscrupulously. He and the CIA have had several conflicts in Seoul. Many people have died on both sides. The commotion has filled the sky and people are in panic.
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Paul King has gone into hiding because of fear, and now people on both sides are scrambling to find him, but he is surrounded by night demons and is hiding very deep."
Du Weiguo clicked his tongue and took over her words:
"So, you six offices want to fish in troubled waters and reap the benefits, but I'm not a hunting dog. I'm not good at finding people, am I?"
Reina hugged his arm affectionately, her plump body pressed tightly against his, and she smiled like a little fox:
"Wesley, of course we have our own channels. Besides, no matter which party finds Paul King first, as long as you are here, who can beat you?"
Du Weiguo flicked her vagina:
"Ha, you are such a scheming bitch. Do you want me to go on a killing spree in Seoul and blow up the CIA and the Ministry of Internal Affairs of the Furry Bear at the same time?"
Reina's eyes were charming, she was half-joking but serious, and her tone was very domineering:
"That's right, that's it. Gods will kill gods if they stand in their way, and Buddhas will kill if they stand in the way of Buddha. If anyone dares to stand in the way, we will kill them! The things must be mine."
Du Weiguo suddenly frowned and stopped talking. He looked far away out of the plane window with a slightly sad expression.
At this moment, the plane just broke through the clouds and passed over a vast and endless coastline. On this side of East Asia, the only one with such a vast land was his hometown, China.
Lei Na was very sensible and knew that Du Weiguo was sad, so she patted him gently, leaned on his shoulder, and comforted him warmly:
"Don't worry, Wesley, you can go back sooner or later."
"Ha~"
Shen Ye chuckled and gently stroked Reina's hand without saying anything. Now that he had teleportation skills, he could naturally go back.
So what if he goes back? Naturally, he can come and leave whenever he wants, but taking Yang Caiyu away is extremely difficult, and may even cause Caiyu to be injured or even die.
At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, the Belfast C-1 transport plane landed steadily on the tarmac of the Citi military base in Incheon Port. Du Weiguo and Reina did not stop, got into a Land Rover, and drove away.
The person who came to pick them up at the airport was a smart and capable young man named Chi Zhenxu, who was of mixed Chinese and Korean descent and was proficient in Chinese, Korean and American languages. He was Reina's direct subordinate.
In front of her subordinates, Reina became extremely serious, spoke concisely and to the point, and was full of aura and authority:
"Rike, tell me, what's the specific situation now?"
Reike is the boy's English name, and his tone is very calm:
"Director Raina, yesterday, a fierce exchange of fire broke out between the CIA and the Ministry of Internal Affairs in Paju, where Paul King is suspected to be hiding. The scale was very large, resulting in 9 deaths and 8 injuries. Both sides suffered casualties.
Paul King once again took advantage of the chaos and successfully escaped, and his whereabouts are unknown. However, due to the border security, the possibility of going north can basically be ruled out. There is a high probability that he will return south and hide in Seoul."
Reina frowned and spoke solemnly: "Paju is located near Kaesong. Does Paul King want to escape to North Korea?"
Lake drove quickly and steadily, and his tone was the same:
"Yes, Director, from the analysis of his movement line, it should be like this. This is the only place where Turgenev can mobilize such a large number of armed personnel."
"Well, is there any reaction from North and South Korea?"
Lake shook his head: "There is no big move, it's just that both sides have increased the patrol strength near the Kaesong border."
Reina asked: "Where is the National Intelligence Bureau in South Korea? Has there been any action?"
"No, they just follow the CIA and wait for their orders. They don't even dare to fight with the Ministry of Internal Affairs. They only wave flags and shout."
Although Lake's tone remained calm, his words contained strong contempt for the South Korean intelligence service.
It's true that South Korea is just a watchdog raised by Citigroup. From top to bottom, it is a group of soft-hearted licking dogs. They are invincible in the world. They are not real dogs. What else do you expect them to do? ah?
Reina pondered for a moment and nodded: "Okay, let's go back to the company first."
By the way, Seoul today is actually quite shabby. There are not many high-rise buildings, but low-rise buildings and shanties are everywhere, and the streets are narrow and boring.
Not to mention that it is not as prosperous as Hong Kong Island and Tokyo, even compared with the magical cities and the Forty-Nine Cities, they are still far behind.
However, this city reveals a vitality. Probably due to the active support of the master, South Korea's economy is beginning to take off, and the citizens on the streets are full of energy and enthusiasm.
Raina's company is located in Itaewon. It is a single-family five-story white building. Its sign is Smith Trading Office, which is the base of MI6 in Seoul.
Itaewon became famous in later generations and became a landmark of Seoul, a tourist attraction and a wealthy area, but its origin is not glorious.
Itaewon also has another name that is rarely known to foreigners, called "Alien Won". It has been a place where foreign conquerors were entertained since ancient times, and it is the birthplace of mixed blood.
Even now, this is the first choice place for American soldiers to have entertainment and leisure in Seoul. Not far away is the famous "Red Light District" of Seoul.
In the meeting in the small building, Lei Na was convening a meeting with several subordinates. Naturally, Du Weiguo would not be present. These intelligence analysis, investigation and research and other matters had nothing to do with him. His task was simple and crude, just killing people and seizing treasures.
Du Weiguo said hello to Reina, put on clean clothes, and walked to the street alone, ready to feel the current Itaewon style.
It's the middle of winter, and it's still snowing in Seoul today. From the bubbling Amazon rainforest to a place with heavy snowfall, Du Weiguo's clothes are somewhat out of place.
Today he is wearing black slim-fitting jeans, nubuck leather shoes, and a black cowhide hunting jacket.
He's handsome and cool, and Du Weiguo doesn't feel cold at all, but he does seem a bit out of place when walking on the street, attracting passers-by to look around.
Du Weiguo frowned and strolled into the largest department store on the street. This department store had an English sign called New World.
The department store is very large, covering tens of thousands of square meters. The decoration is also very new, and there are a wide variety of products. It already has a hint of the prototype of later department stores.
The product divisions are very detailed, and the second floor is the men's clothing area. Du Weiguo didn't ask about the price at all, and ignored the salesperson's enthusiastic introduction.
Based entirely on my preference, I chose a black double-breasted cashmere coat with a peaked collar and a turtleneck woolen sweater.
After putting it on, it seemed to fit well. Without saying a word, Du Weiguo tore off the javelin, threw down a large stack of hundred-dollar bills, turned around and left, pretending to be a millionaire.
Du Weiguo was so handsome, so bold in his actions, and the pretty salesperson was so fascinated by him that he almost untied Luo Shang on the spot and threw himself into his arms.
After changing his clothes, Du Weiguo held his pocket and held a cigarette in his mouth, wandering aimlessly on the street against the wind and snow, somewhat bored.
To be honest, there is really nothing to see in Seoul today, there are rags and rags everywhere, and plastic surgery technology has not yet taken off, and the appearance of the women on the streets is hard to describe.
Du Weiguo wandered around for a long time, but he didn't even meet a woman that caught his eye. In fact, it wasn't that bad. The main reason was that the sun was too high now and he was very picky about food.
He flicked the cigarette butt away and rubbed his stomach. He felt a little hungry. Looking at the army hot pot restaurants all over the street, as well as snow soup, rice cakes and the like, Du Weiguo smacked his lips speechlessly.
What are these? Military hot pot, to put it bluntly, is a hodgepodge of garbage from the American army, snow soup is beef offal soup, and rice cake is kimchi soup and noodles cooked to death.
As for seafood, Du Weiguo, who has been living by the sea recently, is almost sick from eating it. The most decent restaurant in Korea is probably barbecue, but the smoky smell is a bit annoying.
After finally finding a Chinese restaurant called Fulinmen, which looked clean and bright, Du Weiguo opened the door and walked in without saying anything.
There are many so-called Chinese restaurants in Seoul, but most of the Chinese food here is not what we imagined. The representative dishes are dark fried noodles and sweet and sour pork.
Du Weiguo doesn't speak Korean, and the boss is a local who doesn't speak Chinese or English, and there's no menu with photos, but this doesn't stop wealthy people from ordering food.
As the saying goes, money can make the world go round, and this is true. Du Weiguo did not talk about martial arts, and directly used his money-making ability to buy hundreds of dollars in bills, and then turned around and went into the kitchen.
Pointing to the dark miso, the sliced meat on the cutting board, and the spring rolls on the plate, the boss understood instantly.
He bowed and made gestures with a flattering look on his face, which meant that he was satisfied, and he nodded and bowed so that his head was almost stuck in his crotch.
A few hundred dollars, which is equivalent to the turnover of his store for several days. When encountering such an unfair advantage, the boss will naturally treat Du Weiguo like his own father.
Soon, hot noodles with soybean paste, freshly cooked sweet and sour pork, and spring rolls arrived one after another. The portions were large and the taste was a bit strange, but overall it was edible.
Du Weiguo was also really hungry. He was pulling away like a storm. When he was about to finish eating, a strange woman walked into the store.
She walked straight to the bar to order food. Du Weiguo curled his lips, lit a cigarette, and squinted his eyes to look at her with interest.
Of course it's not that she's full and lustful, but that this woman's behavior is very inappropriate. She looks about 27 or 8 years old.
Her skin is very good, delicate and smooth, her hair is shiny, her clothes are luxurious and decent, her fingers are slender, and she wears bright red nail polish. She looks like a pampered lady at first glance.
It's just that her current state is a bit weird, her hair is messy and unkempt, and she's still wearing slippers, not even socks, and there's a lot of mud on her feet.
The most important thing is that her expression is dull and her eyes are empty. Du Weiguo has already seen this situation before, in Shanghai, with the soul-departed beauty.
This woman had a dull tone and ordered a lot of things, all for takeout. After paying, she stood waiting at the door blankly, with a dull look on her face, like a lifeless wood sculpture.
The boss also noticed that the woman was strange, but he didn't dare to say anything. She looked like a rich woman, and he didn't dare to provoke her.
Du Weiguo tapped his fingers lightly on the table, thinking to himself:
"Oh no, no, it's so small? Is this woman controlled by that boy called Night Demon? He and Paul King are hiding near Itaewon?"
After a while, the woman's food was ready. There were two large food boxes, which looked very heavy. The boss said something to her, probably asking the waiter to send them back for her, but the woman shook her head and refused.
Carrying two huge food boxes, the woman slowly walked out of the Chinese restaurant with numb steps. Du Weiguo waited for her to leave for a while, then crushed the cigarette butts and stood up slowly.
According to Du Weiguo's current eyesight level and skill, as long as he is targeted, unless the opponent can teleport or become invisible, there is no chance of failure.
Two hours later, Du Weiguo slowly returned to Reina's home. She was exhausted at the moment, collapsed on Du Weiguo's chest, and complained angrily:
"Wesley, you are quite chic. You still have time to go out and buy clothes. I am almost exhausted."
Du Weiguo smiled and patted her butt*:
"Okay, don't look like a resentful woman, call that Rick, and come out with me now."