What will be the result of a fragile elemental control mage being approached by a sensitive warrior? The answer is obvious, he will definitely die!
This man in black robes who can control metal is the best example. He is too arrogant and too careless.
He thought that his ability to restrain Du Weiguo was a sure win, so he just stood there in a dignified manner.
He failed to act cool and was overtaken, but Du Weiguo got close to him instantly and led him away.
Du Weiguo's figure was like a crazy bull, using the huge inertia generated by his leap, he hit the black-robed man heavily.
With a muffled groan and an ear-splitting sound of bones cracking, he hit the guardrail of the bridge like a broken sandbag.
"Boom~"
The black robe collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud, and the Mercedes-Benz that lost control fell back to the ground with a loud noise.
Du Weiguo was still a little uneasy, so he added another fierce blow with his hand knife and slashed the black-robed man on the neck.
His body trembled subconsciously. After suffering this blow, he suffered a complete concussion. For a while, he would never wake up.
Carrying the black-robed man who looked like a dead dog, Du Weiguo returned to the Mercedes-Benz. The trunk was already full, so he could only throw him in the back seat.
Many cars had stopped on the road, and the trustworthy people stuck their heads out to watch the excitement. Some even got out of the car and stopped to watch and point. Du Weiguo frowned and spat irritably.
Take a bite:
"Damn it, damn it, it's too arrogant to show off one's holiness in front of others, it's all because of this damn idiot!"
He sat back in the driver's seat, lit a cigarette, exhaled the smoke for a long time, calmed down his mood a little, then started the car and drove away in a Mercedes-Benz car that didn't even have a cab door.
Four hours later, the sky was just getting dark. At the southern foot of Bukhan Mountain on the outskirts of Seoul, hidden under the dense forest, was a two-story wooden building similar to a vacation villa in the forest.
This is the safe house in Seoul of MI6, which Reina is affiliated with. It has two floors underground and is a permanent concrete structure.
At this moment, on the second underground floor, in a secret room where even the door frame had been removed, Reina frowned:
"Wesley, is it really necessary to go to this point? Without leaving even a trace of iron, without the necessary support, it will easily collapse here."
An hour ago, Du Weiguo gathered the elite tactical team under Reina and rushed here. They immediately began to dismantle all the metal products in the villa. Even the wires embedded in the wall were pulled out, causing dust and dirt.
It's like violent demolition.
Du Weiguo was leaning against the wall, holding a cigarette in his mouth, looking a little naughty:
"Ha, of course, it is very necessary. This guy is not an ordinary person. His ability is to control metal. Even if there is a piece of iron sheet left here, he can kill you all in an instant."
Reina's face was gloomy, and her brows were almost wet:
"Controlling metal and displaying it in the street without any scruples, has the Freemasonry acted so high-profile and arrogant now? It's unscrupulous."
Du Weiguo exhaled smoke and curled his lips:
"Who knows? It may be that the Freemasons are deliberately demonstrating and showing off their muscles. Of course, it may also be that this idiot is arrogant and is good at making opinions."
At this moment, a few candles were lit in the secret room, and a naked, thin white man lay on a wooden bed against the wall. He was the man in black robe who was knocked unconscious by Du Weiguo, a copycat version of "Magneto".
At this moment, his whole body was tied up with hemp rope like a cocoon, firmly fixed to the wooden bed.
After checking and treating the injury, he was given an anesthesia injection. He fell into a deep coma and would not wake up for a while.
This guy is probably in his 30s, white, with brown hair, a long face, a beard, and skinny. He has a black Eye of God totem tattooed on his forearm. Obviously, he is a Freemason.
Du Weiguo seemed to suddenly think of something, and stretched out his hand to pat the wall hard:
"By the way, Reina, are there any steel bars in the concrete walls of this basement?"
Reina was caught off guard by the question, her eyes were blank, and her tone was a bit stuttering:
"I, I don't know either. He was injured and injected with such a large dose of anesthetic. He won't wake up in a short time. Wesley, isn't it?"
Du Weiguo sneered:
"Ha! No, if he wakes up suddenly, as long as there is metal at hand, even I can restrain him, let alone you, if the explosion occurs.
Reina, do you understand what metal control is? Let alone steel bars, even iron filings in the soil can be instantly tempered into weapons and transformed into weapons of any form at will."
Upon hearing this, Reina's back was like a thorn, and her face turned a little pale from being frightened:
"So powerful? Wesley, that's how that guy subdued him at that time."
Du Weiguo crushed the cigarette butt and flicked it away, speaking calmly:
"He was too careless at the time. He thought he could defeat me. He was too close and was knocked unconscious by my instant approach."
Lei Na nodded with concern. She knew very well how terrifying Du Weiguo's explosive power was, so she made up her mind and stopped talking nonsense:
"Okay, then I'll go find someone to confirm it right away."
Lei Na also has a decisive character. As soon as she finished speaking, she was about to turn around and go out, but Du Weiguo grabbed her and shook his head:
"Rena, forget it, it's too late, you go and bring that Night Demon kid here, and I'll watch together.
As for Paul King, you take him away directly and seize the time to interrogate him on the road. There is no need to stick to formalities. Quickly ask where the design drawings are. The sooner the better, do you understand?"
Du Weiguo's intention was very clear, let Lei Na immediately torture and extract a confession at all costs, while he stayed to attract firepower and delay time.
The noise he made on the Hannan Bridge was too great, and the news could not be hidden from the secret service agents who had a keen sense of smell.
This is such a big deal, whether it's the CIA, Turgenev, or even the Freemasons, they will all swarm in like hyenas with red eyes, and a storm-like attack is about to come here.
Not only can Lei Na and the others not be of any help here, but they have also become a drag on Du Weiguo.
Du Weiguo is naturally not afraid of ordinary attacks, but now that there is a guy who can control metal, as well as night demons, and even other people with powers that he may face, the situation is very complicated and full of variables.
Lei Na's expression was stern. She naturally knew what Du Weiguo was going to face. She pursed her lips tightly, gritted her teeth, and said cruelly:
"Wesley, otherwise we will just get rid of this guy, and then this guy will stay here, and let's evacuate together."
The kid in Reina's words was the Night Demon, and she actually thought it through quite carefully. Indeed, having him as a mind-controlling monster was already troublesome enough.
Now there is another guy who can control metal. Once Night Stalker suddenly wakes up and controls "Magneto", the chaos will be unimaginable.
This "Magneto" is a member of the Freemasonry and has a profound background, so he cannot be killed easily. If a monster like the Night Stalker with terrifying abilities cannot be used, it is natural to eradicate the scourge and end it once and for all.
Any tree that is beautiful in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. You can only choose one of the two, surrender or destruction. This is the consistent way of the superior to control his subordinates.
Du Weiguo had almost reached the end of his rope in Sijiu City, and some of these factors were involved.
His combat prowess was extremely strong, almost invincible, and his behavior was also too unruly and bold, which naturally aroused the fear of some superiors.
Du Weiguo thought briefly and shook his head gently:
"No, they have been injected with a large dose of anesthetic. Logically speaking, they shouldn't wake up that easily. Even if I wake up suddenly, I have enough power to protect myself.
Reina, while there is still time, you should leave as soon as possible, abandon the car in the middle, take the mountain road instead, and act separately. You will take Paul King with you personally, and don’t trust anyone. Watch your back, do you understand?"
Du Weiguo gave instructions in an unusually serious tone. Reina listened quietly, with an extremely solemn expression on her face. She nodded vigorously, her eyes were red, and her voice was hoarse and choked with sobs:
"I, I understand, Wesley, you, you must also pay attention to your safety. I'll wait for you. See you there or not."
The strong wind knows the strong grass, and the fierce fire knows the true gold. In countless times of crisis, Du Weiguo stood up and stood in front of her.
An unbreakable trust has been established between the two of them, the kind that transcends interests and depends on each other for life and death.
At night, it was a cloudy sky, with dark clouds covering the moon, and the wind started blowing in the dark jungle. The biting north wind passed over the withered treetops, and sounded a shrill howl like a ghost demanding life.
At this moment, in the woods on the left and right sides of the villa in the forest, there were two elite tactical squadrons wearing black combat uniforms and carrying live ammunition, approaching the house very quickly.
The concept of a tactical squadron is unique to Citi's Green Beret special forces. The tactical squad has a full complement of 12 people. The squadron is composed of 3 teams, with a total of 36 people. The higher order is the detachment and the group, all of which are three-in-one.
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When they were still about 150 meters away from the building, the two tactical squadrons stopped almost at the same time. Everyone immediately found the bunker with quick movements and silently.
Under late night conditions, from extreme movement to extreme silence, there was no chaos, silence, and orders and prohibitions. His combat skills were off the charts. He was definitely considered the elite among the elite.
The person commanding this raid was a burly white colonel with camouflage on his face, codenamed Captain. He was the commander of the Green Berets' South Korea base.
Incheon Military Base is stationed with a full brigade of Green Beret special forces, with three detachments under its jurisdiction. In addition, there is also a legendary black unit.
The black unit, as the name suggests, is dedicated to doing black work. They are the aliens among the Green Berets, the elite among the elite.
The captain is leading the most ferocious and tough black unit under his command tonight. There are 2 squadrons in total, which can be regarded as a huge investment.
The captain is a practical commander. He did not hide behind the command, but chose to personally lead the tactical squadron on the left.
At this moment, the experienced captain, who had experienced hundreds of battles, put down the night vision binoculars in his hand with a solemn expression, his brows furrowed, and his narrow blue eyes were filled with evil spirits.
At this moment, it was pitch dark in the villa, without even a trace of light, and there was no defense. Even the doors and windows had been torn down and wide open.
Just like the mouth and nose of a monster crawling in the darkness, it looks particularly weird and penetrating.
Of course, the captain is also a ruthless man who has waded through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. He has performed countless missions and has countless dead souls on his hands. Naturally, he will not be frightened by this small scene.
What really made him feel fearful was a plaque above the door frame of the villa, and the extremely strong palpitations hovering in his heart. This was a sense of danger, as clear as a thorn in the back.
It is said to be a plaque, but it is actually a broken white door panel, randomly fixed on the wall with wooden thorns, and a line of English warning written in dripping blood on the door panel:
"If you approach 150 meters, you will definitely die!"
The signature is a Chinese character with flying dragons and phoenixes, "Sha!" This is the first time Du Weiguo has used the name of the evil god to issue a warning.
The nickname "Shen Shen" sounds a bit out of place, but it is not funny at all. It is ASIA5 currently on the CIA's blacklist, and the KGB number is X11. It is really majestic.
What is this concept? According to the CIA's assessment, Du Weiguo ranks as the 5th most dangerous person in Asia, while the KGB ranks him 11th in the world.
This ranking may not seem high, but you must know that Du Weiguo is a lone ranger, working alone, without any support from the armed forces, not even the endorsement of the country.
Kuncha in the Triangle is divided into one side, with no less than tens of thousands of private armed forces and equipped with heavy weapons. Even so, his ranking in the CIA is only ASIA17, ranking 17th.
Su'at, the military dictator of the Thousand Islands Country, is the leader of a country with a population of over 100 million. He has several million troops under his command, but they are only ASIA4. They can barely hold him back. Du Weiguo is now a real enemy of one country.
According to the CIA's assessment, Du Weiguo's single-man combat effectiveness is at least comparable to that of an elite and fully equipped Green Beret brigade, which is equivalent to a special battalion.
The older you get, the less courageous you are. This is not a derogatory term. Only those who have personally experienced countless dangerous old rivers and lakes can you know that there are people outside the world and there is a heaven outside the world.
Learn to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and decisively avoid fatal traps. This is the experience gained from countless human lives.
Those stupid young people who don’t know the bounds of the world and only work recklessly usually die early on the road, with their bones rotten away.
Obviously, the captain, who has experienced countless storms and waves, is this kind of calm and cautious veteran. He is well versed in the principle of knowing yourself and the enemy, and has already studied the opponents he may encounter extremely thoroughly.
Combined with the assessment of the evil spirit's capabilities provided by the CIA and past combat examples, especially the two battles against Kuncha's men in the Triangle and the attack on the berets at the docks on the Orinoco River.
The reason why the captain attached great importance to these two cases was that Du Weiguo was facing regular troops at that time, and they had the most reference value.
The captain silently calculated in his mind and quickly came to the conclusion that based on the current environmental factors and landform characteristics, the combat effectiveness of the evil spirit can even match that of a reorganized elite brigade, and is absolutely invincible!
The captain made a decisive gesture to the communications soldier behind him, and the communications soldier immediately leaned over quickly and quickly dialed a satellite phone on his back.
The captain picked up the topic and his voice was deep and deep:
"Eagle's Nest, Eagle's Nest, I am the captain. I encountered ASIA5 during the mission and received a clear warning from him. There is currently no exchange of fire. Please apply to lead the team to withdraw from the original route."
Eagle Nest is an old voice, the breath is very steady, but there is a hint of accusation:
"Application to withdraw? Captain, how do you assess the difficulty of the current mission?"
The captain gave the answer without hesitation, concisely and concisely: "If it cannot be completed, if we force the mission to continue, the black unit will most likely be annihilated."
Yingchao was silent for a while, and his breathing became obviously heavier: "Tell me the specific reasons."
The captain had a stubborn temper, and he was also very confident. He answered without hesitation:
"ASIA5 has super vision and night vision capabilities, as well as super long-range sniper capabilities of more than 600 meters, and near-magic marksmanship. We should be within his crosshairs now.
And we have not locked his position at all. Currently, we are 150 meters away from the mission destination, and it will take at least 15 seconds to sprint, which is enough for him to empty at least 3 magazines or 2 drums."
Ying's Nest's tone was a little sullen:
"Captain, isn't 15 seconds not enough time to determine the position and launch a counterattack? Is the sniper of your black unit dead?"
The captain spoke calmly:
"Yes, they will be attacked first by the Evil God, and they will become dead immediately. There is absolutely no doubt about this."
After a while, Du Weiguo stood up slowly from a big tree near the villa, looked at the black elite slowly retreating, and raised the corner of his mouth:
"Damn, I didn't expect that I was really scared away. It seems that I have a bad reputation now, and Wan'er has finally stood up."
At the same time, in the study on the second floor of an extremely luxurious courtyard villa in Cheongdam-dong, Seoul, a stern-faced, silver-haired white-American old man was furious at a burly one-eyed Asian man.
"Waste! Thunderstorm, how on earth do you manage the team? That bastard Magician, why does he act alone? Who gave him the courage?"
Lei Bao's appearance should be that of a Korean, with a typical pancake face, high cheekbones, thick skin, a bald head and one eye, and he looks very fierce.
But at this moment, his face was submissive, even a little flattering, he bowed his head and said in a low voice:
"Mr. Doug, I'm very sorry. It was my mistake and lax discipline. The magician is withdrawn and arrogant. He is also eager to achieve success, so he acted alone."
Soros was sitting on the sofa next to the old man, holding a cigar in his hand. He sneered and said in a gloomy tone:
"Oh, avoiding the important and taking the easy? Thunderstorm, Mr. Doug didn't issue a mission at all. How did the magician know the target? How did he lock the location of the evil god in the first place? As far as I know, he has no perception ability."