At three o'clock in the morning in Beihan Mountain, everything was completely silent, except for the chilling north wind that was still circling and roaring all the time.
In the dense forest, there stood a lonely villa with four wide open doors, like a haunted house. At this moment, on the second underground floor, there was a room where two superpowers were imprisoned. The candles had been extinguished, and it was pitch black, so you couldn't see.
Five fingers.
In the darkness, there was only a little orange-red light flickering on and off. Du Weiguo was lazily leaning on a wooden chair, holding a cigarette in his mouth, half-squinting his eyes, half-smiling, and somewhat scornful.
It was already past midnight, and Turgenev, the ruthless man from the Ministry of Internal Affairs known as the Rainy Night Butcher, didn't come either, which was somewhat surprising.
According to the information provided by Reina, this guy is a typical radical hawk who acts unscrupulously and is notoriously tough.
Is it because his information channels are lagging behind and he failed to lock the position, or is it because he is weak and afraid of my fighting power that he doesn't dare to come and die?
Du Weiguo thought to himself, exhaled a long breath of smoke, and frowned slightly.
The Freemasons, who like to hide in the dark and cause trouble, never showed up, which was a bit unexpected.
This guy who can control metal has extremely rare and practical abilities. He has a lot of potential. The Freemasons shouldn't just ignore him. Is he planning a one-hit kill move?
Du Weiguo crushed the cigarette butt and rubbed his fingers unconsciously. At this moment, his mind suddenly trembled and his vision went dark for a moment.
At the same time, in the coma, the motionless Night Demon let out a painful groan, and his nose was bleeding profusely.
Night Devil is a typical mixed-race boy from the East and the West, about 16 or 7 years old, tall and thin, with black hair, yellow skin, black eyes, and three-dimensional and deep facial features. Overall, he is a pretty boy.
As he groaned, his facial expression was distorted in pain, veins popped out on his forehead, large balls of blood overflowed from his nostrils, and his mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't make a single sound. He looked very ferocious.
Since his body below the neck was tied tightly with hemp rope, Night Demon's body could only feel as if he had been electrocuted, and his whole body was trembling violently.
Du Weiguo shook his head, his mind became clear again, he glanced at him, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
Damn, you don’t know how to live or die, you actually dare to secretly use mind control skills on me, you are doing your own harm, you will not survive, how about it, you are being repelled, right?
After a while, Night Demon's body finally stopped shaking, but the boy was not dead. He was just panting like a fish out of water.
Oops, you are so talented, and you didn’t die after all this hard work? Du Weiguo became interested and stared at him with great interest.
You must know that although the mental barrier is a passive defensive ability, it is extremely overbearing. People with abilities who have used mental power skills on Du Weiguo have been used in the past.
Whether it was Yabailong's old Immortal Lilong or the crazy Shigeta Musashi invited by the Jiuju Sect, they were all directly killed by the backlash of the mind barrier.
Even the half-immortal fox was seriously injured when he used the Calming Curse. Moreover, Du Weiguo's barrier skills were only at the intermediate level at that time.
Now that he is at a high level, under such circumstances, this little guy actually resisted and did not die, which is indeed a bit unexpected.
Du Weiguo stood up slowly, walked slowly to Night Demon, looked at him condescendingly with a smile on his face.
At this moment, half of this kid's face was stained red with blood, and he looked extremely miserable, but his eyes were staring at Du Weiguo in the darkness, extremely sharp, like a little wolf, shining with undisguised anger.
The light of hatred.
Du Weiguo became even more interested. He stretched out a finger and waved it gently in front of his eyes. Sure enough, through the movement of his eyeballs, he could easily tell that this kid also had night vision.
Du Weiguo smacked his lips, and the smile on his face became even stronger: "Tsk, can you still see at night? It's interesting, no wonder it's nicknamed Night Devil?"
Night Demon didn't say anything, but used all his strength to spat a mouthful of blood on Du Weiguo's face, and was naturally dodged away.
Du Weiguo was not angry, his smile remained unchanged, and his tone was slow and slightly narrow-minded:
"Ha, you are quite tempered and your bones are quite hard. Okay, since you have no desire to communicate, I have no choice but to let you continue to sleep and then send you to be sliced and studied."
With that said, Du Weiguo took out a syringe filled with a faint blue liquid from behind, slowly pulled out the needle cap, and pretended to flick the needle tube.
"Don't worry, I will give you a little more injection this time. With this dose, an elephant would have to sleep for a whole day and a night, and you will soon fall asleep, unconscious, and out of the sea of misery."
Du Weiguo held the syringe, smiled evilly, and spoke in secret, just like the evil villain in the movie who died from talking too much.
As the needle of the syringe got closer and closer to Night Demon's neck, a layer of fine thorns appeared on his skin. His body couldn't help but tremble, and his eyes turned around, showing a panicked look.
"Damn it, you, what on earth do you want to ask?"
After all, he was a child, and he couldn't bear the pressure. The Night Demon finally spoke, his voice was hoarse, like a broken gong, and he spoke in authentic American English with an unruly tone.
There was a strong teasing smile on Du Weiguo's face, but the movement of his hand did not stop at all, and the needle did not stop, and it penetrated his neck smoothly without causing any movement.
"You, you, don't you want to ask a question?"
Feeling the tingling sensation on his neck, Night Demon was completely panicked, and his voice had an uncontrollable trembling. No matter who it was, they would definitely be unable to calm down when they thought about the tragic end of being sliced and studied.
Du Weiguo's voice was very calm: "What's your name?"
The Night Demon stopped being unruly and answered honestly: "Joseph, Joseph King."
Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows and said in a casual tone: "Joseph King, Paul King's son?"
Night Demon's eyes flashed and his voice was muffled:
"No, I'm an orphan. When I was homeless in Atlanta, Paul King took me in. Could you please take out the needle first? I can't help but cough."
He was an interesting boy. Du Weiguo smiled and slowly pulled out the needle from his neck. Night Demon immediately started coughing, and a lot of blood foam came out.
It must have been that the nosebleed just now was in his mouth. When he finally stopped coughing, Du Weiguo asked lightly:
"Want a drink of water?"
Night Demon panted violently, his eyes showed uncontrollable desire, and he struggled to reply:
"Ahem~ I think."
Du Weiguo turned around, picked up a white plastic bucket from beside the chair, opened the mouth of the bottle, and poured a little water into his mouth. Joseph raised his head with difficulty and swallowed greedily.
Unfortunately, Du Weiguo's grandson was extremely stingy. He only took a sip and then stopped:
"You are a smart man. You should also know what my purpose is. Tell me, where is the thing I want hidden?"
You know, when a person is extremely hungry and thirsty, once he drinks a sip of water, it will be difficult to continue to control his instinctive desires, and he will not be able to stop at all, and he may even stretch himself to death.
But when he heard this, Joseph immediately tightened his mouth and kept swallowing, resisting the thirst that was like scratching his heart and liver.
Du Weiguo curled his lips and sneered:
"Ha! Just carry him to death, right? You're quite loyal, yes, but it's useless. You have to know that Paul King was also caught by me, so it's meaningless for you to carry him to death."
Upon hearing this, Joseph's eyes trembled, and his tone was very anxious: "He~he's not dead?"
Du Weiguo did not speak immediately, but slowly put down the bucket, took out the cigarette case, and lit a cigarette. His tone was casual, with a hint of regret:
"Boy, I don't want to lie to you. I don't know whether Paul King is dead or not, but his outcome has already been determined.
There is no doubt that he will die. The moment he made this choice, the outcome was already doomed, and no one could protect him."
Du Weiguo is telling the truth. A pickpocket like Paul Jin will deal with him mercilessly once he gets the design drawings, whether he is a bald eagle or a furry bear, and squeezes out the value.
As for the third party, whether it is the British or the Rothschild family, the result is the same, pretty much the same, at most it is just a few more days of survival.
The human heart is full of insufficiency, and its desires are insatiable. Once the limit of one's endurance is exceeded, destruction becomes the only melody.
Joseph's eyes dimmed. It was obvious that he had a mind and intelligence far beyond his peers and understood the implication of Du Weiguo's words.
After a while, Joseph gritted his teeth, slowly closed his eyes, and said resignedly:
"Thank you, you didn't lie to me, but don't waste your strength, I won't tell you even if you die, just send me to be sliced."
Du Weiguo's eyes flashed with an unconcealable admiration. There are many excellent human qualities, but the one he likes and admires most is loyalty.
"Joseph, how about we make a deal? A very small deal."
Joseph frowned, glanced at him sideways, and said in a cold tone: "What deal?"
Du Weiguo exhaled smoke: "I can give you as much water as you want, but you have to promise not to control your next door neighbor."
Joseph subconsciously glanced at the dead dog-like metal operator next to him from the corner of his eye, with a contemptuous expression on his face:
"He has fainted and has no brain waves. I can't control him even if I want to."
As expected, mental control is not omnipotent and has strict conditions. Du Weiguo's curiosity surged and he blurted out a question:
"Joseph, if he was turned into a vegetative state due to mind control, can you wake him up?"
"Um?"
Joseph was very surprised:
"Being mentally controlled and turned into a vegetative state, have you ever encountered other people with the same abilities as me?"
Du Weiguo frowned, and his tone instantly turned cold:
"Joseph, you haven't answered my question yet. You have to be clear. We are not in a relationship of equal dialogue."
Joseph's eyes flickered, he was silent for a moment, and then said in a hoarse voice:
"You just said that as long as I don't control him, you can let me drink as much water as I want, and the question you just asked is additional."
This kid is quite cunning, and Du Weiguo was so angry that he laughed:
"Haha, yes, you are right. You did promise that you could drink water, but I can't say the time. I can give you water in a few minutes, dozens of minutes, or even hours."
Joseph's chest heaved violently, and veins popped out on his forehead. He was obviously very angry, but he was now a piece of fish on the chopping board and could only be slaughtered.
After a while, he said in a depressed voice, as if he was angry:
"If it's not brain dead, I can wake it up. I did something similar when I was wandering in the United States. I told the truth and I didn't lie."
Joseph's tone was a little subdued. In fact, Caiyu had been rescued by the big fox now. Du Weiguo was convinced of this and was just curious about Joseph's ability.
Du Weiguo flicked the cigarette butt away: "Okay, I will abide by the agreement and give you water."
When the sky was dark, Du Weiguo had already figured out the situation of this night devil. After all, he was still young. Although he was smart, he was not yet involved in social routines, so he could not defeat Du Weiguo, an old fox.
Joseph was an abandoned baby, 17 years old. He grew up in a Georgia state orphanage and awakened his abilities when he was 10 years old.
At the age of 13, he used his abilities to kill a perverted couple in a foster home. After that, he began to wander and sleep in the open.
When he was 15 years old, he contracted influenza and suffered from a high fever. He fell ill in the suburbs of Atlanta and was rescued and adopted by Paul King, who was passing by at the time.
Last year, after Paul King accidentally discovered that Joseph had such an incredible ability to control his mind, he immediately became greedy, and that's how he came up with the following story.
Although Du Weiguo did not fully understand Arthur's ability, he could already make a preliminary judgment that it was very similar to the nightmare dragon he encountered in Shanghai.
His ability is mental control, which allows for remote control and shared vision, similar to the possession of a wild fairy. It can also be group controlled. The specific number of people and distance is unknown.
"Damn it, this kid can't be the illegitimate son of that damn Nightmare Dragon that he doesn't even know about, right? Then I'm his father-killing enemy.
In addition, now that I have captured Paul King again, it is equivalent to killing his adoptive father in a different direction. Damn it, isn’t this a sworn blood feud?”
After listening to his statement, Du Weiguo was thinking wildly in his heart without saying anything. Joseph suddenly asked quietly:
"You, what do you want to do with me? Kill me, or send me to be sliced for research?"
Du Weiguo came back to his senses, shook his head, suppressed the complicated thoughts in his mind, and smiled casually:
"Actually, it doesn't have to be sliced. In the dark world, there are also some mysterious organizations composed of ability users, such as your next door neighbor, he is."
"So are you, right, and you are very powerful. Who do you work for, the CIA, the Soviet Union, the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and MI6?"
The boy Joseph was indeed very smart. He pointed out the problem to the point and asked sharp questions. Du Weiguo did not shy away from it and told the truth:
"It is true that I am also a person with abilities, but I am a free man. I only occasionally work as a mercenary based on my preference. This time, I am working for MI6."
Joseph's tone became a little urgent, and he asked hurriedly: "Free man? What is the organization you belong to?"
Just as Du Weiguo was about to speak, his eyes suddenly sharpened, his brows furrowed, and his ears moved imperceptibly. Since his body measurements have been greatly improved, his hearing has also improved, far exceeding that of ordinary people.
Outside the villa, footsteps were heard not far away. The distance was very close, and there were many people. The exact number could not be heard, but it was definitely no less than 3 or 5.
Joseph's eyes suddenly flashed, and Du Weiguo said in a teasing tone:
"Okay, Joseph, don't think about it. It's a waste of effort. They can't rush here. You can sleep for a while first."
Du Weiguo stood up and casually placed his fingers on Joseph's neck. He immediately rolled his eyes and fainted.
"Damn, this Turgenev is really stubborn. He made a surprise attack at dawn and ignored my warning. Okay, let's see some blood. He talks all the time but doesn't practice. People think I'm just a talker.
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While talking to himself, Du Weiguo climbed up the stairs calmly. About ten meters away from the villa, there was a dense bush.
Several tough figures wearing black hoods were crouching behind the trees, checking the weapons in their hands for the last time.
Among the team, there is a very burly man holding an Uzi submachine gun. Even through the hood, just looking at his cold blue eyes will make you shudder, as if you have fallen into an ice cave.
He is the third director of the Mao Xiong Internal Affairs Department, the famous Yuye Butcher.
This guy is an out-and-out ruthless man. He was born in Stalingrad. During World War II, he was just an ignorant boy.
In that purgatory that was like a millstone of flesh and blood, he actually managed to survive. When he was 17 years old, he followed the army to Berlin, and also traveled to the Far East and China.
In 1950, he was specially recruited into the Ministry of Internal Affairs. His title of "Rainy Night Butcher" came from the bloody year of 1953. The specific historical background cannot be said.
Anyway, this guy is an out-and-out ruthless person. It is said that he executed and killed no less than a thousand enemies with his own hands. He was a real butcher.
At this moment, Turgenev looked at the dark villa close at hand with evil eyes, his eyes flickered, and his raised hand never fell, giving the order to attack.
Years of wallowing between life and death have allowed him to develop extremely keen combat intuition. Turgenev had a very strong premonition that the moment his hand fell, he would die.