When the Buddha dawns, a piece of fish belly white floats in the eastern sky, and the earth gradually becomes brighter.
Facing the rising sun, Du Weiguo walked out of the Continental Hotel with both hands in his pockets, a cigarette in his mouth, a scoundrel expression on his face, and steps that he did not recognize.
Although he looked arrogant and looked like a gangster, outside the hotel, the soldiers with guns and ammunition were all silent, their eyebrows lowered and they didn't dare to look at him.
A person's name, the shadow of a tree!
Kaman's men are usually stationed near the town of Nongliang, and they know more or less about the evil achievements of the evil god. They also know that the innocent-looking pretty boy in front of them is the evil god himself.
The big explosion that destroyed the world early this morning, and no one knew the truth, naturally it was his method.
In the eyes of these ignorant people in the Triangle, Du Weiguo has become a god-like being who can call upon wind and rain, move mountains and fill seas.
The fierce power is overwhelming, and the awe is beyond measure.
Seeing him come out and watch him eagerly all night long, the anxious Kaman quickly came over and asked eagerly:
"Sir, what's going on inside? Do you want to launch an attack now and completely raze this bird hotel to the ground? Our artillery is already in place."
Kaman is full of confidence and eager to try, but his performance is somewhat dog-legged. He is also a smart man with deep intentions.
He also wanted to show his face in front of the Evil God. At the same time, he was also a vengeful person who would retaliate. His hand was injured by Lu Yan before and he wanted to regain his place.
He was confident in saying this because two hours ago, Conca sent an artillery squadron overnight to help.
Although not as exaggerated as 40 mortars, 16 Soviet-made M43 mortars are enough to destroy all living forces in the Continental Hotel.
Kongka is a smart man. After his emotions stabilized, his thinking naturally became clear and he figured out the stakes in an instant.
He and Du Weiguo are now grasshoppers on the same rope. They both prosper and lose. They must advance and retreat with him and give their full support.
Du Weiguo exhaled the smoke, raised his hand and glanced at his watch, with a meaningful smile on his lips:
"Oh, no need to bother, Captain Kaman. In a while, at 8 o'clock, you can bring people in to lift people."
"Carry someone?"
Kaman didn't know what was going on and was confused. Du Weiguo nodded, took out a guest check-in list from his pocket, and said in a teasing tone:
"Well, 8 o'clock is the check-out time of the Continental Hotel. Our "customers" are all sleeping deeply now, so they definitely can't extend their stay.
Later, you go and carry them out one by one according to their room numbers. Remember, don’t go to rooms that are not on the list. Be careful when you start so as not to see blood inside.”
Upon hearing this, Kaman's pupils suddenly trembled and he was stunned with shock. Huo Wei understood instantly and spat bitterly:
"Fuck, you bully the weak and fear the strong. When you encounter a tough opponent, you immediately give in. Bullshit rules. You take off your pants and fart. You are drugged to be charming. You also pretend to be a jungle hero."
Huo Wei's scolding was actually correct. At this moment, the entire Continental Hotel and all the passengers staying in it were stunned by the hidden mechanism in the room.
The brotherhood's drug is an old prescription that has been passed down for hundreds of years. It is very cheesy, colorless and odorless. After being taken, even the gods can't take it, and they will fall into a coma for 12 hours and cannot wake up even if they are beaten.
In fact, Lu Yan planned to sell Du Weiguo a good deal from the beginning. This was also a decision made after discussion among the top brass of the Brotherhood.
They are now in danger, and they can't wait to form an alliance with the emerging forces of the dark world, the evil gods, to jointly resist the behemoth of Freemasonry.
In fact, Lu Yan had already ordered all the passengers to be put down when Kaman and his friends surrounded the Continental Hotel.
It is not difficult to understand the reason why he wanted to fight with Huo Wei Aili and the others. It was nothing more than a show of force.
The Brotherhood, a mysterious organization that has been passed down for hundreds of years, has to show its strength at least, but it doesn't mean to show off its muscles. After all, even if it takes the initiative to sell well, it has to be sold at a good price, hey.
It's just that a good scene was ruined by Lu Yansheng, and was violently disrupted by Du Weiguo, a reckless and unreasonable guy.
Not only did he not show any favors, but he also failed to show off his muscles. He was beaten up by Du Weiguo, and he had no choice but to stage a scene where people had to bow their heads under the roof.
An hour later, the sky became brighter, the dark clouds dispersed, and the old streets, which had been tense all night, returned to their former hustle and bustle.
Not far from the Continental Hotel, in a quiet alley, there is an old noodle stall run by Sichuanese. His pea noodles are excellent, and there is always an endless stream of diners.
But at this moment, this noodle stall was deserted, and there were no crowds at the door. Not only that, the entire alley was cleared by soldiers who were watching eagerly. It was obvious that someone big was coming.
At this moment, the big shot Du Weiguo was holding a bowl as big as a basin and slurping noodles heartily. The boss was a wise man and added enough oil and spicy food. At this moment, his forehead was already sweating.
"Deng Deng Deng~"
Rapid footsteps sounded, and Kaman trotted over in a hurry, reporting respectfully:
"Sir, everyone in the hotel is under control."
Du Weiguo finished sucking the last mouthful of miscellaneous noodles from the bottom of the bowl, swallowed it carefully, then wiped his hands and asked unhurriedly:
"Thank you for your hard work, Kaman. Tell me, how many were caught in total and how many were run away? The process went smoothly."
Kaman lowered his eyebrows and replied solemnly:
"It went very well, sir. There are a total of 45 people on the invitation list. A total of 39 people were arrested in the hotel, 4 were arrested on the street, and 2 escaped last night."
Du Weiguo nodded noncommittally, lit a cigarette, and spoke in a calm tone with no emotion at all:
"Okay, Kaman, drag all these monsters and monsters to the outskirts, interrogate them one by one, and thoroughly clean up their wealth~~"
Du Weiguo paused for a moment, flicked the cigarette butt gently, and did not continue talking. He knew the elegant meaning after hearing the string, and a ruthless light suddenly flashed in Kaman's eyes, and he replied solemnly:
"Yes, sir, I understand. I guarantee your satisfaction."
Dozens of wealthy tobacco brokers, together with their entourage and cronies, numbering no less than a hundred people, gave the order, and heads were rolling and blood was flowing everywhere.
Unknowingly, Du Weiguo has become a big shot who can decide the lives and deaths of hundreds of people with just one word.
Kaman took a peek at Du Weiguo's face, lowered his voice, and asked cautiously:
"Sir, Kunza's family~"
Hearing this question, Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows and said nothing, but glanced at him coldly.
Kaman was glanced sideways by Du Weiguo. He instantly felt as if death had strangled his throat. He broke out in cold sweat and said hurriedly:
"Sir, yes, I am too talkative."
After Kaman turned around and left, he sat on the side. Lesha, who had woken up and looked ashen, suddenly sneered and his voice was hoarse:
"Oh, it's true that he is an evil spirit. Not only his skills are incredible, but his wrists are also extremely clever. He can turn his hands into clouds and turn his hands into rain.
He killed my general on the front foot, and then borrowed a knife to kill others on the back foot, and wiped out all the brokers. Kongka and these weaklings have all become your lackeys.
Now, the entire triangle is in the palm of your hand. Tens of thousands of people are bowing their heads and eager to get what they want. Hehe, the evil god is really good at planning!"
Laisha was heartbroken and already had the will to die, so he deliberately made sarcastic remarks. Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows and was about to speak.
Huo Wei eagerly gouged out Laisa, pushed him hard, and cursed in a rough voice:
"Lisha, what the hell are you talking about? Kunza is your biological father? To put it bluntly, isn't he just a dog warlord who made his fortune by selling tobacco and sucking human blood? Is he worthy of your life and death?"
Huo Wei is an upright man. He and Laisha get along well, and they are somewhat sympathetic to each other. They seem to be scolding each other, but in fact they are trying their best to save his life.
Of course, Du Weiguo knew all about Huo Wei's little thoughts, but he didn't expose it. He also had a good sense of Laisha. After all, who wouldn't like a loyal person, even if he is foolishly loyal.
Du Weiguo slowly exhaled the smoke and said in a deep voice:
"Lesa, the night before yesterday, when I was staying at Kamphaeng Phet's manor, I was suddenly attacked by Sompashan and a Gu master named Chalumphong.
At that time, I was poisoned and almost died. The main messenger was Chalun and Laisha from Udon Thani Province. Don't tell me that you don't know this person."
Chalun was Kun Tsai's brother-in-law, and they shared weal and woe and had a close friendship. As Kun Tsai's confidant, Laisha naturally knew about it.
Zhalun's behavior basically represents Kun Tsa's position, which is not clear at all. This is called yellow mud and rotten pants, which is either shit or shit.
Upon hearing this, Lysa immediately frowned, her eyes wandered, and her voice trembled:
"Udon Thani Chalun? He, he actually attacked you, is it true?"
Du Weiguo sneered:
"Lisa, do you think I need to make up a reason to lie to you? Chalun has been killed by me, and there is a lot of movement. If you check it casually, you can't hide it at all.
Those who kill will always be killed. Kuncha and Zhalun conspired to find a Gu master to sneak attack me and narrowly escaped death. I cannot remain indifferent and wait for death."
Lysa was speechless. After being silent for a long time, she knelt on her knees and begged in a hoarse voice:
"Mr. Wesley, it's not a harm to the family. Kun Tsai is responsible for his own fault. He deserves to die. You sir have a lot of money, but his wife and children are all innocent~~"
Upon hearing this, Huo Wei also stared at him with burning eyes. Du Weiguo felt a little bit disgusted, but he still said patiently:
"Kuncha's wife, children, and children are all still in the Continental Hotel, safe and sound, and they will continue to live in the hotel until the end of their lives."
As soon as she heard this, Lysa's heart suddenly fell to the ground, her head was pounding like garlic, and her eyes filled with tears: "Thank you, thank you sir~~"
Four days later, the reconstruction of the razed town of Nongliang has begun to take shape.
There are just some stilted buildings with bamboo and wood structures on the left and right. Local materials are used. As long as there are enough manpower, the reconstruction progress will naturally be very fast.
Kongka was also a shrewd and capable leader who acted vigorously and resolutely. It turned out that the troops under Kunca had already begun to reorganize in batches.
In the first batch, more than 3,000 old, weak, sick and disabled people were laid off, but they were not left to fend for themselves. Instead, they were uniformly allocated to a piece of wasteland for paid military reclamation.
The conditions are not great, but they are not too bad either. Generally speaking, we have enough to eat and a small surplus. We add carrots and sticks, so the situation is basically stable.
The Evil God Triangle team composed of Huo Wei, Ai Li, and Joseph were all left in Nongliang Town by Du Weiguo.
They are responsible for helping Conca stabilize the situation and protect his safety. Of course, these are paid, and they are extremely expensive.
The security fee is 30,000 U.S. dollars a day, no two prices. It is ridiculous that a powerful general with tens of thousands of soldiers and horses needs to hire bodyguards.
The commission for Ellie and the others is 5,000 US dollars per person per day, and the remaining money will be paid into the public account. This can be regarded as the first serious paid commission of the evil gods.
Of course, this is also the first step for the name of the Evil Gods to be resounding in the sky. This is a story for later, so I won’t mention it for now.
At this moment, Du Weiguo had left the scope of the Triangle and was heading towards Yangon in a semi-new Ford Jeep.
The person driving the jeep was Chaofeng Lu Yan, the person in charge of the Laojie Continental Hotel.
Du Weiguo lazily leaned on the seat, holding a cigarette in his mouth, exhaling the smoke, glanced at Lu Yan, and said in a scornful tone:
"I said, Lu Yan, don't you think so? Isn't it just a deposit of 10 million US dollars? Are you still afraid that I will run away, so you insist on following me all the way?"
Lu Yan glanced at him angrily and cursed:
"Don't talk nonsense! It's a deposit of 10 million US dollars, plus 500,000 yuan in compensation. Wesley, you broke my gun. If you dare to default on your debt, I will fight you to the death!"
Du Weiguo smacked his lips:
"Are you really trying to steal money? Isn't it just a tattered carved pistol that's very fancy and useless? Is it made of gold? It actually costs $500,000."
Lu Yan was aroused again, and with a red head and a swollen face, he yelled:
"Wesley, shut up your stinky mouth, tattered pistol, you really dare to open your mouth, I tell you, $500,000, even a penny less will be enough!
Moreover, this is just the repair price, if you want to make a new one, it will cost at least 2 million!"
Du Weiguo sneered:
"Ha! You want to blackmail me? Lu Yan, I won't pay you any money, what can you do to me? Try your best, come on, I want to see what else you can do?"
Lu Yan gave him a sharp look and suddenly tore open his clothes, revealing a large dark circle inside, which looked like something like explosives.
In Lu Yan's other hand, he was holding something similar to a detonator. His eyes were fierce and his voice was stern:
"Wesley, if you dare not pay the money, I will die with you!"
Du Weiguo was stunned. He was very surprised. Damn it, this shameless feeling that seems familiar to him, could a low-level person threaten him with death?
"Lu Yan, you're such a naughty person, you're considered a master, and you're also the boss behind the Continental Hotel in Laojie. For a mere 500,000, how could you even use such a stinky trick?"
Lu Yan was furious:
"What? It's only 500,000 yuan! You really can't stand and talk without pain in your back. My annual salary is only 60,000 yuan, 500,000 yuan. I have to save for more than 10 years."
To be honest, an annual salary of 60,000 US dollars is definitely not low. Not to mention the current year of 1967, even in future generations, it is considered a well-paid family.
However, according to Lu Yan's extraordinary skills, this income is completely insufficient. For Ellie and others, the minimum daily salary is already as high as 5,000 US dollars, which is equivalent to Lu Yan's monthly salary.
"Isn't it? Is it so difficult for you brothers?"
Lu Yan's eyes flashed with darkness, and his tone became lower:
"Our fraternity and the Freemasonry are life-and-death enemies. They are very wealthy and powerful, so they try their best to suppress us. Now we basically can no longer receive decent assassination missions, and we can only survive by relying on a few mainland hotels in illegal places."
From Lu Yan's words, it is not difficult to tell that the Brotherhood is now in decline, walking on thin ice, and it is very difficult to maintain.
Du Weiguo nodded sadly, flicked the cigarette butt away, and his tone became more serious:
"The Freemasonry is indeed overbearing. Are you in a difficult situation now?"
Lu Yan's expression became serious and he silently put away the detonator. This was originally a joke to scare Du Weiguo.
This is the rule of their brotherhood. When they go out alone, they will carry high explosives with them. Once they are attacked and they are really defeated, the last step is to destroy them both.
"It is indeed difficult. To be honest, the order you placed is the largest commission in the past five years."
Du Weiguo frowned: "How many of you are left now?"
Lu Yan pondered for a moment and chose to tell the truth, but his voice was muffled:
"Well, we had a conflict with the Freemasons in the Middle East a few years ago and suffered heavy losses. There are now a total of 4 Continental Hotels left, all in lawless places.
There are currently three people working in each store, and there are not many people left at the headquarters, with a total of less than 10 people."
Du Weiguo secretly calculated in his mind. According to Lu Yan, there are still a dozen or twenty ability users in the Brotherhood. Although they have declined, they are still a strong force.
But there is a fatal flaw in their brotherhood. All the masters are basically physics-oriented.
Moreover, like the ugly man and the old man, they use cold weapons. It is estimated that an elite special armed team can deal with them.
"Lu Yan, how many brothers are left with your skills?"
Lu Yan's face became even more gloomy, his eyes were far away, as if he was thinking of some sad past. After being silent for a long time, he sighed with a melancholy tone:
"There are probably 5 or 6 more."
Du Weiguo knew that his question might bring back Lu Yan's sad past, so he patted him on the shoulder:
"Okay, Lu Yan, don't be dejected. There will always be bread. If we, the Gods of Evil and the Brotherhood work together, we will be invincible, and together we will destroy the Freemasonry!"
Lu Yan was also a child of the world, and he was pessimistic about life and death. He calmed down his expression for a moment, and suddenly changed the topic:
"Don't you give me cakes to satisfy my hunger? Wesley, I'm telling you, every yard is a yard, and you must give me the money to repair the gun, otherwise, I will die with you."
Hahaha!
Du Weiguo laughed loudly and was in a happy mood:
"Here, here, in addition, I will give you another 5 million to customize two hand-fitting pistols, along with several hundred rounds of carved bullets."
Lu Yan was so shocked by Du Weiguo's wealth that he rolled his eyes:
"Ordering two guns at once? I said, Wesley, didn't you just swallow up Kun Tsai's business? Are you really rich now?"
Du Weiguo curled his lips and said in a relaxed tone:
"It's not bad. In the past two days, just the brokers who were carried out from your hotel have made more than 40 million US dollars.
And this is only the cash part, which is enough to pay for this commission fee, together with the cost of my custom-made weapons."
Lu Yan's eyes widened and he cursed:
"Fuck you, you're so good at business. I've contributed a lot here, so I should get a share!" (End of Chapter)