Chapter 848 Damn, what about singing in the middle of the night?
"First priority? What does that mean?"
Du Weiguo's expression was half-smiling, and he looked at Soros coldly, with a look of evil in his eyes. The air around him seemed to have suddenly cooled down, becoming bone-chillingly cold.
Soros felt as if he had fallen into the abyss in an instant, his face turned pale, and his body could not help but tremble slightly.
Although he is good at dancing, eloquent, and an excellent lobbyist with strong psychological qualities, he is not a desperado wandering between life and death.
Soros holds a high position of authority, holds the banner of Freemasonry, and is treated as a distinguished guest wherever he goes.
Every day he goes to high-end places, with rich clothes, fine food, good looks, and good looks, so he cherishes his life very much. When has he ever seen such a scene like purgatory?
On the road just now, when he saw the corpse of the special agent of the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the strong and pungent smell of blood that filled the air, Soros had already vomited in a very hopeless manner.
Du Weiguo's evil spirit has been tempered for many times, and now it is as real as a substance. When a weak scholar like Soros, who has never experienced a battle, endured it alone, he did not wet his pants on the spot, even if he had peed cleanly before coming.
Faced with Du Weiguo's question, Soros could only answer bravely even though his two sides were fighting, but his tone was stammering and he looked timid:
"Wei, Mr. Wesley, we are very sincere and do not have any malice. We want to cooperate with you sincerely in a completely frank and open manner. You~"
"Don't talk nonsense, just get to the point."
Du Weiguo was now being challenged. He was very angry and interrupted him very impatiently. He spoke harshly. Soros subconsciously took a step back. Cold sweat poured down like a waterfall, and his body was like a sieve of chaff:
"Ok, ok, I understand, don't be angry. The first priority means that when you choose to accept a task, at the same time, your task must be given first priority."
Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo immediately narrowed his eyes, sneered, and said in a cold tone:
"Oh, at the same time, your tasks will be given first priority. According to your vast magical powers and wealth, will I have to accept your Masonic tasks in the future?"
The Freemasons are extremely powerful and wealthy, and they also have the world's most sophisticated channels for obtaining information. It is no exaggeration to say that they are omniscient and omnipotent.
They are fully capable of knowing in advance the time and content of the mission that Du Weiguo is about to accept.
If they follow the principle of first priority, they can completely block any tasks that are not beneficial to them, and even block all tasks, which is equivalent to actually controlling Du Weiguo's ability to move and becoming their full-time thugs.
Du Weiguo's eyes flashed with a dangerous coldness. Soros panicked, sweating profusely, and quickly waved his hand to explain:
"No, no, Mr. Wesley, you misunderstood. This priority is only to ensure that our actual interests are not harmed. We will never interfere with your normal tasks.
And in order to express our sincerity, we are also willing to buy 10% of your free trade zone in Guyana at a price 10 times the market price, and provide all necessary support."
"Haha! What a big gesture!"
Good guy, even though Du Weiguo has a broad vision and has seen big money, he still took a breath when he heard this. Damn, what does it mean to be wealthy? Well, this is it.
You should know that Du Weiguo previously sold shares in the Guyana Free Trade Zone at a price of US$1.5 million per percentage point.
The Freemasonry is a bad thing. It is inhumane and loud. It wants to buy 10% of the shares at 10 times the price.
What kind of concept is this? A total of 150 million is still a US dollar, which is equivalent to giving Du Weiguo 115 million for free.
This amount of money, based on Du Weiguo's current highest price for accepting tasks, is enough to pay for more than ten or twenty times. Converted to more than 900 million Hong Kong dollars, it can buy several streets.
The most critical point is that if the Freemasonry takes 10% of the shares, the Quiana Free Trade Zone is equivalent to having a life-saving gold medal. From now on, it will be smooth sailing without any troubles. This is the real invisible benefit.
There will never be pie in the sky. Such conditions are too ridiculous. It’s not worth it for a mere priority!
Du Weiguo touched it a little, and immediately figured out the joints, and suddenly laughed loudly:
"Ha! Soros, your Freemasonry is really pervasive. You can even get the top secret information of the KGB, you bastard!
Okay, you go back and tell your master that I must do this in the Thousand Islands Country. God will kill God if he blocks it, and Buddha will be punished if he blocks Buddha. If it doesn't work, I will go to Jerusalem or Frankfurt."
Du Weiguo's tone was firm and decisive, leaving no room for maneuver. Reina hesitated to speak. Soros's face suddenly changed, and he could no longer care about fear, and his tone was anxious:
"Mr. Wesley, please think twice. As the saying goes, it is better to resolve enemies than to make enemies. We are not your enemies, so why do you insist on having your own way?
Du Weiguo sneered and sarcastically said:
"Ha, you shameless people who have no country and no family, you only have interests in your mind. Aren't you proficient in Chinese? We have different paths and we don't want to conspire with each other. Get out of here before I change my mind!"
Soros wanted to say something else, but Du Weiguo gave him a blank stare at this moment, and his face suddenly turned pale and silent, not even daring to say a word.
Just as Soros was about to leave, Du Weiguo suddenly added in a faint tone:
"By the way, don't you have money? That fool who knows how to manipulate metals, the ransom of 20 million US dollars will be transferred to my account before noon, no wait."
Since he had already broken his skin, why should he be so polite as a chicken feather? Du Weiguo opened his mouth and directly blackmailed him severely.
This guy's powers are awesome. I believe that the Freemasons will not hesitate to spend money even if it hurts him. As for the cunning operation of freezing his overseas account, Du Weiguo is not worried at all.
If the Freemasons dare not to practice martial ethics and directly use dirty methods, Du Weiguo would really dare to go to Frankfurt, which is the traditional headquarters of the Rothschild family.
What a big deal!
People are bullied when they are good, and horses are better than others when riding. Du Weiguo also figured out that he had been too weak before.
So much so that there is now an illusion that Du Weiguo has no family and country, and is just a duckweed without roots. Although he is unparalleled in skills and has a thorough understanding of the world, he can only rely on big trees like the KGB or MI6 to survive.
Damn it, I myself am a giant tree, there is no need to compromise. If you have the ability to cover the sky with one hand, I also have the courage to poke a hole in the sky.
"Wesley, please think carefully. You have already made a deadly feud with the CIA, and now you have killed Turgenev and offended Mao Xiong's Ministry of Internal Affairs. If you are going to antagonize the Freemasonry again~~"
Reina's tone was low and her expression was gloomy. She couldn't continue speaking midway through her words. The answer was self-evident. Although the world is big, there is no place for it.
She felt very guilty in her heart. The reason why Du Weiguo was in a dilemma today was because of her mission this time.
It was clear that someone took advantage of the close and trusting relationship between her and Du Weiguo to set up an extremely vicious game within a game.
Du Weiguo did not speak immediately, but frowned and thought for a while, took out his cigarette case and lit a cigarette:
"Reina, this mission in South Korea is over. Arrange a flight in the evening and take me directly back to Guyana."
Reina frowned: "So urgent? Wesley, don't you still want to cooperate with the Freemasons to do business in South Korea?"
Although Lei Na expressed it euphemistically, the implication was that she still wanted to promote Du Weiguo and the Freemasons to at least maintain superficial cooperation.
Freemasonry is a behemoth, unfathomable, and they have no real entity. They hide in the dark, and the dragon never sees its end.
It can be said that he is invisible, but he is everywhere, he does everything without taboos, and he does everything to the best of his ability. When dealing with a lone ranger like Du Weiguo, once tit for tat is met, the threat will be even greater.
Du Weiguo smiled and patted Reina on the shoulder:
"Rena, okay, don't worry about it. I have a hard bone and a bad temper. I can't be a lackey. Send me back quickly.
By the way, there are a few people I care about on Hong Kong Island. Please help me take proper care of them. As for the Americas, you should never go there again."
Lei Na's heart sank so hard that she naturally understood the implication of Du Weiguo's words. The cooperation ended here. From now on, Du Weiguo would never take on missions issued by Lei Na or MI6.
Reina's eyes were red, she was holding back tears, and her voice was choked: "Wesley, what happened this time, I really~"
Du Weiguo gently put his finger on Reina's lips, his tone was very gentle:
"Rena, okay, no need to say anything. I believe you, but you are also in the game and you can't help yourself. You should be more vigilant in the future and don't get yourself into it again."
"Wesley, I quit, I'll go with you."
Facing the separation, Lei Na was really moved. Du Weiguo patted her on the breast angrily:
"Don't talk nonsense. What are you doing with me? Why don't you go to America to farm? You are the powerful Asia Branch Director of the Sixth Military Division. I have to rely on you when I return to Hong Kong Island."
"You, will you return to Hong Kong Island?"
Lei Na burst into tears, crying like a little girl, her tone was full of tears, Du Weiguo said with a smile:
"Nonsense, Hong Kong Island is my home base. I have to take care of business in Pattaya and Japan. Of course I will go back.
The reason why I went to Guyana is just because the American rainforest is vast and sparsely populated, with high mountains and far away mountains. It is a good place to kill people, set fire to people, destroy corpses and eliminate traces of traces."
At noon, a fierce mountain fire suddenly broke out in Bukhan Mountain, and thick smoke rose into the sky. Du Weiguo also went down the mountain and drove to the HSBC Bank in Seoul alone. Of course, he was not looking for Soros, but to inquire.
balance.
Sure enough, the US$2,000 had arrived, and it was George Soros, general manager of HSBC Asia, who came out to receive him in person. To show off his face, Du Weiguo said in a stiff tone:
"That fool who can control metal is in the trunk of the car at the door. He's about to freeze to death. You should hurry up and save him."
After saying that, Du Weiguo stood up and was about to leave. Soros hurriedly tried to persuade him to stay: "Mr. Wesley, please stay!"
"What? Soros, do you have anything else to do?"
Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows with a teasing expression. Soros shivered subconsciously, rubbed his hands quickly, and explained in a respectful tone:
"Uh, Mr. Wesley, it's like this. The Asian regional director of Freemasonry, His Excellency Burne Perez, wants to interview you in person."
"Hehehe~"
Du Weiguo sneered and said in a teasing tone:
"Good fellow, the person in charge of the Asia region, thank you, you have such a great name, such a powerful man.
I'm a little frightened and worried, so I'd better say goodbye. It would be bad if I lose etiquette in front of His Highness."
Du Weiguo's tone was full of joking, and Soros sneered:
"Mr. Wesley, you are so humorous. Mr. Burne Perez is approachable and highly respects you. I believe you two will have a great conversation."
Du Weiguo raised his hand and glanced at his watch:
"Okay, I still have some time left, so take me to meet Mr. Bourne and let me know more about him."
Near noon, in Cheongdam-dong, Gangnam District, Seoul, there was an antique-style courtyard-style villa, with garden rockery, pavilions and pavilions, covering an area of no less than dozens of acres, and it was extremely luxurious.
Near the east side, in a room similar to a living room, Du Weiguo met the Honorable Burne Perez.
There is a reason why he is called Your Excellency, because he is a real marquis, from the country of bullfighting. He is an old man with white hair, tall and thin, well-dressed, with a hooked nose, majestic eyes and serious expression.
Behind him, stood a strong man with a bald head and a single eye. This guy was about 1.9 meters tall, with explosive muscles. He only had one eye left, staring at Du Weiguo fiercely, without concealing the hatred in it.
Bourne's tone was quite polite, his voice was low and majestic, and he had a pure London accent. He was quite direct, without covering up, but straight to the point:
"Mr. Wesley, I heard that you rejected our proposal. I'm a little curious, why? Is it because we didn't show sincerity enough?"
Du Weiguo didn't even mean to be restrained. He leaned lazily on the back of his chair, lit a cigarette loudly, and shook his head:
"Mr. Bourne, to be honest, 150 million US dollars is enough for me to work hard for several years. I was very tempted at the time, but some things cannot be measured by money, so I can only reluctantly give up."
Hearing Du Weiguo's name, the one-eyed man suddenly tightened his expression. Just as he was about to shout, Bourne waved his hand indifferently and stopped him, his tone remained calm:
"Mr. Wesley, these things that you say go beyond interests should be the feelings of family and country, and national justice, right?"
Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows and said without hesitation: "Yes, Mr. Bourne, that's it."
Bourne laughed:
"Haha, Mr. Wesley, as far as I know, the Chinese living in the Thousand Islands Country all migrated there in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China. They can only be barely regarded as your ethnic group, not compatriots, right?"
Bourne was quite cheerful. Instead of hiding it, he directly broke the window paper. Think about it, the KGB is not monolithic.
Even Turgenev knew about the plan hatched by Natasha and Du Weiguo, so it was not difficult to know the level of Bourne and the others.
Although these words were harsh, Bourne told the truth and did not force his words. Du Weiguo frowned, but could not refute, so he could only nod and admit:
"That's right."
Bourne's smile became even stronger, and his tone was leisurely and unhurried:
"Mr. Wesley, if we follow your theory, Japan killed tens of millions of Chinese 30 years ago.
These people are all your compatriots, including your fellow countrymen and even relatives, so why don't you go to Japan to take revenge, and you can also happily cooperate with the Yamaguchi-gumi."
Killing people and killing people, Bourne's questions are indeed sharp and to the point. Du Weiguo frowned and his tone became lower:
"When the Japanese invaded the country, I was just born, so I was naturally incompetent. Moreover, it was a state of war at the time, and it was not a unilateral massacre."
To be honest, Du Weiguo's explanation is a bit far-fetched. In fact, the real problem is that 32 years have passed. There are a huge number of war criminals in Japan who have committed many crimes, and most of them have passed away.
No matter how powerful Du Weiguo is, he can't find and kill them one by one. However, the situation in Thousand Islands Country is different. The culprit is very clear, it is the devil Su'ato.
Bourne did not speak immediately, but picked up the briar pipe on the coffee table and lit it slowly, his smile not diminishing:
"Mr. Wesley, when you go to the Thousand Islands Country, is your purpose to kill the culprit or to subvert the regime?"
Du Weiguo did not hesitate:
"Ha, Mr. Bourne, I am a reckless man. I only care about killing people. Of course I will not interfere with political power."
Bourne smiled like an old fox:
"So, Mr. Wesley, there is no conflict between you and us. We can also issue a mission to assassinate Suat and his die-hard supporters.
The remuneration can be five times that of the KGB, and your evacuation route can also be guaranteed. The only requirement is that you do not interfere with the change of the new regime."
Du Weiguo frowned and said in a surprised tone: "Can you also send out a mission to assassinate Su'at?"
Bourne's smile continued: "Uh-huh, of course, it's totally fine."
Looking at Bourne's profound smile, Du Weiguo suddenly felt a creepy and chilling feeling all over his body. This was the first time since his rebirth that he felt afraid of ordinary people.
The force majeure of capital was so nakedly and bloodyly displayed in front of him. Apart from interests, any chess piece could be abandoned, even the master of a country.