In the evening, the sky darkened early, and the rain kept falling, as if God wanted to cleanse away all the sins in the world.
Du Weiguo had woken up a long time ago. In fact, he was already awake when Uncle Jiu walked out of the kitchen with wonton noodles.
Uncle Jiu's movements were very light and not hostile, but when he got close to a certain distance, Du Weiguo still felt it in his sleep and woke up subconsciously.
This is the so-called sixth sense. It sounds mysterious. To put it bluntly, it is intuition. The sixth sense beyond the five senses is scientifically called supersensory perception.
In fact, even if you have not practiced, everyone is born with a feeling, which is just different in strength and weakness.
For example, if someone is staring straight at you from behind, you can often feel it even if you don't look back. This is intuition.
Those veterans who have experienced hundreds of battles have become more intuitive. Even in a hail of bullets, they can predict the enemy's opportunities and seek good luck and avoid disaster.
Although Du Weiguo woke up, he did not move. He was still leaning on the chair, his eyes closed tightly and his brows furrowed.
He had only fallen asleep for a total of ten minutes just now, but when he woke up, he was shocked to find that his self-healing skills had automatically upgraded without any warning.
The most important thing is that the self-healing upgrade did not cause any abnormalities. Du Wei was confused and frightened, so he quickly opened the system to check.
Character: Du Weiguo
Age: 24 years old
Physique:25.2
Strength:22.4
Agility:24.8
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
Elementary Immortality
Advanced psychic barrier
Special Skills:
Elementary teleportation
Free skill points: 2 points
After the self-healing upgrade, Du Weiguo's basic attributes have been significantly improved, especially his physical strength, which has reached 6 times the level of ordinary people.
These are not the main points. The most cruel thing is that the original self-healing skill has been directly transformed into an immortal body. This skill is extremely domineering as soon as it is named.
The introduction of the immortal body is more simple and crude. It is immune to all poisons, can be perfectly healed if it is not decapitation or death.
That's it, it's just a basic immortal ability. It can be foreseen that as long as you continue to upgrade this skill.
Sooner or later, Du Weiguo may really be immortal, his bones will be reborn, and in one word, he will stand up completely!
Moreover, the situation that Du Weiguo was originally worried about did not appear. He is still a normal human body and has not turned into a body of steel, which does not hinder him from being affectionate with women.
Obtaining such a powerful skill with no side effects or even a single sin did not make Du Weiguo feel the slightest bit happy in his heart.
Instead, there was endless fear like extreme cold, which made my hair stand on end.
The system dad actually overstepped his authority and took the initiative to directly help him upgrade his skills in the background. This has never happened before, and it’s terrifying to think about it.
This can only indicate the possibility that he is about to face a fatal threat, so that the system directly takes action and interferes with his ability.
Where does the danger come from? Could it be that I have underestimated the bloodthirsty beast, the Blood Wolf, which actually has the strength to kill me instantly?
If you think about it carefully, it does make sense. Not only can this guy fly, he can also teleport. The key is that it is extremely good at hiding. It always hides in the dark and has no known characteristics.
If he is caught off guard and launches a sudden attack, he is indeed capable of killing Du Weiguo with one blow.
Of course, the danger may also come from the Freemasonry. After all, Allen's imminent arrival in Hong Kong is full of conspiracy.
The Freemasons' subordinates also have high-end abilities and are quite tough. They all adopt wolf pack tactics and attack in groups.
As the old saying goes, a good tiger cannot stop a pack of wolves. If the Freemasons colluded with the CIA to design him, Du Weiguo would be very afraid. Otherwise, he would be overturned.
"Damn it! Come on, no matter what kind of monsters, monsters, monsters, come one, I will kill one! Come two, I will kill both!"
Thinking of this, Du Weiguo suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were as bright as lightning, his eyes were gleaming, and his fists were clenched tightly, making a loud banging sound.
When things get tough, you need to be bold!
Du Weiguo is not a soft persimmon who can be slaughtered by others. No matter who wants his life, he must be prepared to be killed.
The evil spirit that had materialized soared into the sky, a dark wind blew around the room, the temperature dropped sharply, and the white tile walls were instantly covered with white frost.
Nightmare, who had been kneeling at Du Weiguo's feet, felt his fierce fighting spirit and stood up, his eyes bloodshot.
Uncle Jiu, who was taking a nap at the next table, was awakened by the shocking aura. He was so horrified that he subconsciously reached out to pull out a gun. When he saw it was Du Weiguo, his eyes widened and he stuttered:
"Wesley, are you okay? Do you still know me?"
Uncle Jiu sounded nervous. The reason why he asked this question was because he thought Du Weiguo had gone crazy and lost his mind. If he really went berserk, the consequences would undoubtedly be devastating, and the entire Hong Kong Island would probably be shattered!
"Huh~"
Du Weiguo exhaled a breath of turbid air like a long arrow from his mouth. The evil air disappeared instantly, his eyes became clear again, and his tone was unusually calm:
"It's okay, Uncle Jiu, I just had a nightmare and I'm having a bit of a nightmare."
Uncle Jiu stared at Du Weiguo's eyes, which were indeed clear, like a bottomless pool. He breathed a long sigh of relief, and his hanging heart fell back into his stomach:
"It's okay. It scared me. What time is it now?"
The quartz wall clock on the wall was now covered with a layer of water mist, making it difficult to see clearly. Du Weiguo raised his watch and took a look:
"It's almost 7 o'clock, Uncle Jiu, I'm really hungry now. Is there anything to eat in the kitchen?"
Uncle Jiu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and nodded helplessly: "Yes, the wontons and beef brisket are ready-made, I will cook them for you right away."
Du Weiguo smiled and replied:
"Thank you, Uncle Nine. Please help me add some chili peppers. By the way, cook as much as possible. This pig is hungry again."
While speaking, Du Weiguo also pointed at Nightmare, who was shaking his head and tail with a flattering look on his face. Uncle Jiu smiled helplessly, turned around and walked towards the kitchen.
A moment later, when Du Weiguo was eating his second bowl of wonton noodles, Reina suddenly opened the store door and walked in from the outside carrying a heavy bag, all wet.
She took off her raincoat and hat, shook her wet hair, walked quickly to Du Weiguo's side, threw her bag on the ground with a clang, and sat down.
Lei Na stretched out her hand and grabbed the noodle bowl from Du Weiguo's hand. Regardless, she took a few mouthfuls and took it into her mouth. She was also very hungry, and even drank the soup at the bottom of the bowl in one go.
"Hiccup~"
Probably because she ate too fast, Reina couldn't help but burped and wiped her mouth carelessly:
"Good guy, I haven't eaten all day and night. I'm starving to death. This beef brisket wonton noodles tastes good. Can I have another bowl?"
Uncle Jiu knew that Lei Na must have come with important clues, so he naturally refused to leave. He quickly ordered Peng Zai, who had been standing by his side:
"Pengzi, hurry up and go to the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles for Director Reina."
Lei Na seemed to be really hungry, and she even asked loudly: "Pengzi, help me add more beef brisket and more noodles~~"
Pengzi was a discerning man and responded hurriedly: "Oh, okay, okay~"
When Lei Na was eating noodles just now, Du Weiguo did not show the slightest hint of dissatisfaction or impatience. Instead, he lit a cigarette, smoked it slowly, and waited patiently.
It wasn't until Lei Na finished instructing Peng Zai that she exhaled the smoke and asked calmly:
"Okay, let's take advantage of the time spent cooking noodles to tell you what you gained here?"
Reina lifted her red hair that was wet and stuck to her face, kicked the pocket at her feet, and said without any nonsense:
"Now, here are 500 rounds of sterling silver pistol bullets, 500 rounds of sterling silver rifle bullets, and 30 silver bead grenades, all of which were rushed out."
Du Weiguo handed the cigarette butt in his hand to Reina, bent down and opened his pocket, took out a bullet, weighed it in his hand, rubbed it gently, and nodded:
"Yes, they are all made into sharp-pointed explosive bullets, and the weight of the bullet is also increased. Is it filled with mercury?"
Lei Na took the half of Du Weiguo's cigarette butt and took a puff without hesitation:
"Well, pure silver is too light, so the warhead is filled with a mixed solution of mercury and high-concentration silver nitrate. Time is tight, so I only have time to make these. I can make a batch tomorrow morning, which is enough."
Before Du Weiguo could say anything, Uncle Jiu couldn't wait any longer and interrupted impatiently:
"Director Reina, what are the results of the Rodwell's crew's interrogation? What's the true appearance of the Bloody Beast? Have you ever found out?"
Upon hearing this, Reina's eyes suddenly flickered, and she glanced at Du Weiguo vaguely, her eyes slightly dissatisfied.
Logically speaking, given Uncle Jiu's current level, this level of foreign-related secrets should not be shared with him.
Du Weiguo had regained his composure at this moment and did not speak. He just glanced back at Reina lightly.
Uncle Jiu is not an ordinary person to begin with. Moreover, he is also the actual manager of the Bloody Task Force and the Hong Kong Island Police. They exchange information with each other, which makes sense.
Reina figured it out in an instant, stopped worrying, and cleared her throat:
"At present, we have indeed found some clues, but we are not 100% certain yet."
Speaking of this, Reina paused habitually. This was an occupational disease of hers as a special agent. When she was about to get to the point, she would always deliberately stop and observe the changes in other people's expressions.
Du Weiguo was a little irritable, frowned and snorted coldly:
"Rena, put away all your bad habits and get to the point quickly."
Reina curled her lips helplessly, not daring to use these tricks anymore, and said honestly:
"Dyson Wilson, the second officer of the Rodwell, suffered a severe illness during the voyage and was bedridden in the cabin. After arriving in port, he suddenly disappeared. To this day, no one is seen alive or dead."
Upon hearing this, Uncle Jiu's eyes suddenly tightened, and he blurted out impatiently: "Do you have any photos?"
Du Weiguo behaved much calmer than Uncle Jiu, with clear thoughts and a calm voice:
"This is Second Officer Dyson Wilson. Where is he from, how old is he, and how long has he been working on the Rodwell?"
A glimmer of recognition appeared in Reina's eyes. Sure enough, this is the basic quality of a top secret service agent. Being able to point out the core of the problem in an instant is completely different from a detective who became a monk like Uncle Jiu.
"Dyson Wilson is a Romanian. He is 33 years old. He has been working on the Rodwell for 7 years, rising from second class handyman to second officer."
Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo's face became solemn: "So, it is also based on this that you are not sure that he is the blood beast?"
Reina nodded, her tone a little depressed:
"Yes, we have investigated clearly. Dyson Wilson usually behaves normally, cheerful and optimistic, and even started a family with children.
He spends at least 9 months every year floating on the sea. If he is a blood beast, many things cannot be explained~~"
When she said this, Lei Na suddenly trembled and couldn't speak anymore. Du Weiguo frowned and took over her words. His voice was as sharp as a knife and he said word by word:
"If the blood beast can transform and change its appearance at will, then after killing Dyson Wilson, the bird takes over the dove's nest and follows the ship to Hong Kong Island, then everything will be explained."
Lei Na's pupils shrank suddenly. It was obvious that Du Weiguo had guessed her new bottom correctly. Uncle Jiu was even more shocked, his face turned pale, his eyes almost bulged out, and he stuttered and asked:
"You, you mean, the beast Xuelu can not only change into human form, but he can even change into anyone's appearance?"
Uncle Jiu was panicked, but this was completely understandable. Not to mention him, even Du Weiguo's heart sank after making this assumption.
It can fly, teleport, has no smell or hair, and if it can be ever-changing and change its identity at will, there is simply no solution.
Du Weiguo's voice was low:
"If this Dyson Wilson is really a blood rat, then there is only one reasonable explanation. Reina, do you have a photo of him?"
"have."
Lei Na took out a waterproof paper envelope from her arms and handed it to Du Weiguo:
"We found a photo of him and other crew members. It was a bit blurry. I was afraid it wasn't clear enough, so I asked someone to draw a portrait."
Du Weiguo opened the envelope and took out the photos and portraits inside. This Dyson Wilson was a typical European race.
He had an ordinary appearance, neither handsome nor ugly. He was the type that would not be found in a crowd. Du Weiguo just glanced at it briefly, remembered it firmly, and passed it to Uncle Jiu.
Reina added softly from the side:
"33 years old, white, 177cm tall, 145 pounds in weight, thin, average appearance, beard, brown curly hair, brown pupils, injured arm, slightly high left shoulder, and a small gap in the left eyebrow."
Uncle Jiu stared at the inconspicuous white man in the portrait, extremely irritated, and his tone was resentful:
"Go to the street! If this beast can really change, what's the use of even having this portrait now?"
Du Weiguo pondered for a moment, pressed his shoulder, and said in a calm tone:
"Uncle Jiu, hold on, we can't mess up our position. Even if it can transform, the cost may be very high, or there may be other restrictions, so it can't change its shape at will?
Now, we should immediately mobilize all police officers to investigate the entire island, focusing on investigating the vicinity of all crime scenes to see if anyone has seen this person's whereabouts or other clues."
Reina frowned, her tone slightly doubtful:
"Wesley, if we carry out such a high-profile investigation, will it alert others?"
Du Weiguo crushed the cigarette butt and his tone became a bit harsh:
"It's just to alert others. Do you think the Bloody Tiger doesn't know we're looking for it? All the crew members of the Rodwell were taken to the police headquarters for questioning.
As long as the blood rat is not stupid, he will definitely guess that its identity will be exposed. If it can really change, then we can only admit defeat~"
Lei Na understood instantly, her eyes flashed with ferocity, and she took over Du Weiguo's words in a dark voice:
"If it can't transform at will, then it is dead. Even if it is possessed by Satan, I will turn it out and blow it to pieces!"
Uncle Jiu also figured it out, and with red eyes he hammered his fist on the table:
"Okay, then I'm going to find Lei Luo now and ask him to mobilize all the police in Hong Kong Island to conduct investigations all night long. We must dig out this beast whether by life or death!"
Uncle Jiu was so anxious that as soon as he took a step forward, Du Weiguo grabbed him:
"Uncle Jiu, let Reina do this. After all, she bears the title of the boss of MI6 and can get twice the result with half the effort. Just mobilize the police officers who supervise and urge Yau Tsim Mong."
"Oh, yes, yes, Director Reina, I'm sorry, I was in a hurry and took over my job, so I'll be in trouble for you."
Uncle Jiu was originally a sensible person, but at the moment his nerves were too tense and he was so angry that he lost his bearings. When Du Weiguo stopped him, he immediately came to his senses.
"Uncle Jiu, you are too polite. We are all our own people, there is no distinction between you and me. Besides, killing this bastard like a blood beast is our common goal and it is our duty to do so."
What Reina said was beautiful, and Uncle Jiu couldn't help but feel better about this foreign woman.
"Okay, let's work together and kill this beast. Without further ado, I will go back to the police station to make arrangements now. By the way, Director Reina, can I take this portrait with me?"
Just then, Pengzi walked in with a bowl of steaming beef brisket noodles. Reina's eyes lit up and she couldn't help but swallow her saliva:
"Okay, Uncle Jiu, you can take it. I have already stamped this portrait. I will send someone to send you another batch later."
Uncle Jiu left in a hurry with Pengzi. Reina snorted and slurped the noodles. Du Weiguo waited patiently for her to finish, then knocked on the table and asked softly:
"Looking at you getting carried away and beaming with joy, tell me, besides these clues just now, there should be other good news, right?"
Reina swallowed the food in her mouth, wiped her mouth, and shook her head helplessly:
"Tsk, I really can't hide anything from you. At 5 o'clock in the afternoon, I received a message from an anonymous radio station. It was a clear message sent in Morse code."
Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows slightly: "What's the content?"
There was a hint of cunning in Reina's eyes, and she made a rare joke: "Can't you pinch and count? Then guess what?"
Du Weiguo was not angry at all. After thinking for a moment, he replied in a calm voice: