Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

"Lena, what happened to you?"

Seeing Reina's grotesque appearance, as if she had been gang-raped, with freshly inflicted wounds on her face, I was shocked.

Du Weiguo was extremely surprised and furious.

Who is he? He's the undisputed number one in both the light and dark worlds.

Today, the Fiends are at their zenith, and even the superpowers of the Cold War, the United States and the Soviet Union, have to humble themselves.

And what about Reina? Aside from her relatively respectable position as a junior official in MI6, who doesn't know that she is Du Weiguo's best friend and lover?
There are still people who dare to touch her now. Isn't this a blatant slap in the face to Du Weiguo?

"Don't even mention it, Wesley. If you had arrived a few days later, we probably would have been completely wiped out."

Rena's eyes were bloodshot, and her voice was hoarse and weak.

Upon seeing Du Weiguo, her first feeling was exhaustion. All the pressure was released instantly, and she wished she could close her eyes immediately and sleep with him for three days and three nights.

Reina volunteered to lead the team to Ximga in India, since she owns a 10% stake in the gold mine, while the other two major shareholders are simply too busy.

Du Weiguo is always elusive, and even if he had free time, given his current status, it would be too beneath him to oversee gold mining.

As the head of the Foreign Ministry of Quiana, Gianni must consider his reputation and influence, and it is not convenient for him to personally intervene.

Another very important point is that Reina has recently become extremely anxious.

She felt that she could no longer provide any help to Du Weiguo, but would only cause him trouble and become a burden to him more and more.

So, after returning to London from Morocco, she only rested for a few days and before she had fully recovered, she rushed to India to take care of business.

After all, it's about demonstrating value, which isn't hard to understand.

The more than 1,000 European mercenaries who went to Simga were mostly recruited and commanded by her personally.

"completely annihilated?"

Upon hearing Reina's words, Du Weiguo was even more astonished. He frowned and subconsciously glanced at the temporary military camp next to the airport.

"What exactly is going on? Could it be that the Indian with the red hair has lost his mind and turned against his master?"

Rena wasn't lying. At this very moment, the military camp next to the airport was filled with wounded soldiers screaming and groaning in agony.

There were fewer than 200 mercenaries who were unharmed, and almost all of them were wounded and looked dejected.

The mercenaries that Rena recruited were of decent quality; most of them were veterans who had participated in World War II.

Although they are no longer young, they are experienced in combat and have honed their marksmanship; they are by no means a rabble.

On the Indian mainland, unless they directly confront a brigade-level or larger organized force, this force is powerful enough to roam freely.

"Whoo~"

Rena let out a long breath, as if recalling something terrible. Her eyes were filled with terror, and her voice trembled violently.

"There are cannibals in the mountains. They're not human at all; they're monsters!"

Here's what happened: a week earlier, before Du Weiguo even arrived in Motihari City, Reina led a team into the mountains to clear out the enemy.

What were they clearing out? The primitive tribes entrenched in the mountains, of course.

The status of Mount Gevorta in India is roughly equivalent to that of Mount Ailao in Yunnan Province of China; both are undeveloped, deep forests.

The jungle is not only teeming with poisonous insects and miasma, but also home to unknown primitive tribes, and the gold mine happens to be located deep within the jungle.

All the exploration teams sent into the mountains in the early stages never returned, and the specific details of the gold mine could not be revealed to the extremely envious Indians.

That's why Reina personally led an all-European mercenary army into the mountains to wipe them out.

As a result, on the second night after they entered the mountains, they were attacked by an indigenous tribe, or more precisely, cannibals.

Logically speaking, against a well-organized army with sophisticated weaponry and rich combat experience, any cannibalistic tribe would be nothing more than easy prey.

After all, without even a piece of iron, being ruthless is useless. However, the cannibals that Rena and her companions encountered were an anomaly.

In Rena's words, these guys weren't human at all. They moved like the wind, were as strong as oxen, ate raw flesh and blood, and most importantly, they could survive being shot several times. They were even more ferocious than the zombies of the Hui Cult.

At that time, the mercenary legion could only hold out for less than two hours before it was completely overwhelmed.

Fortunately, most of them were experienced veterans, and they did not collapse on the spot. Instead, they retreated while taking turns covering each other, which prevented the entire army from being wiped out. However, the casualties still exceeded 60%.

Not only that, the cannibals seemed to have developed a taste for it, and they actually chased them out of the jungle, attacking the camp under the cover of night every night, and only stopping when they reached the edge of the city.

"He wouldn't die even after being shot several times?"

After hearing what Reina said, Du Weiguo frowned. He felt both disgust and fear towards the creature that seemed to possess the attribute of "immortality".

"Rena, explain yourself. Are they incredibly resilient and able to withstand a few bullets? Or are they completely indestructible, even if you can't kill them with a headshot?"

Du Weiguo's tone was somewhat cold and hard; he was very dissatisfied with Reina's performance at this moment.

She is a highly trained professional agent with combat capabilities far exceeding those of ordinary people, yet she now speaks vaguely like a frightened little girl.

"I'm sorry, Wesley, I... I'm not sure." Rena's face flushed red with shame.

"They move so fast, and they always come out at night. I... I can't get a headshot."

During several engagements, some of them did fall to the ground, but I cannot be certain whether they are dead.

Actually, Reina was quite wronged. Given her original strength, she shouldn't have been so bad.

However, she is currently in a half-health state, and her combat strength and physical functions are less than half of her peak, even inferior to those of an ordinary person.

To be honest, she's lucky to have survived so many cannibal attacks.

"So, that means we lost hundreds of people and didn't even recover a single cannibal's corpse?"

Du Weiguo's tone grew increasingly cold, his dissatisfaction evident in his words.

His dissatisfaction at this moment was not entirely directed at Rena herself, but mainly at the contempt he held for the so-called elite mercenaries she had recruited.

A common problem among Western soldiers is their weak fighting spirit; to put it bluntly, they are afraid of dying.

If this were the strongest Chinese infantry on Earth, they could take a piece of flesh no matter what enemy they faced.

Rena's neck turned red from holding her breath. She lowered her head, her lips trembled, and she stammered for a long time, unable to utter a single word.

Du Weiguo secretly exhaled a breath of stale air, patted her shoulder, and softened his tone.

"Alright, Rena, I didn't mean to blame you. Enemies with extraordinary abilities like this are simply beyond the reach of ordinary forces."

"By the way, how many cannibals are there?"

Rena still didn't look up, her voice growing lower and hoarse:
"The exact number of the group is unclear, but those responsible for attacking us are mostly able-bodied young men, numbering no less than a thousand." Du Weiguo nodded noncommittally, then turned and gave the order:
"Nightmare, Shota, Shinmai, Kagura, you all go into the mountains immediately and capture a few cannibals. Remember, they must be alive."

"Yes, sir!"

Shota and the others bowed respectfully in response, while Nightshade lazily straightened up, stretched, and snorted with slight dissatisfaction.

Damn, what kind of formation do they have? Is it even worth my personal intervention, Lord Dire?
"How are you? Can you still hold on?"

After Shota and the others left, Du Weiguo lit two cigarettes and handed one to Reina.

"I'm fine, I just feel so useless." Rena exhaled a long puff of smoke and shook her head.

"Hehehe~" Du Weiguo chuckled, put his arm around her shoulder, and comforted her gently:

"Rena, you're overthinking it."

"The enemies I'm facing now, are they any normal humans? So fighting and killing are not the kind of things you should be doing."

Although she knew he was just trying to comfort her, hearing Du Weiguo say that made Reina feel much better.

"Alas, it's a pity I'm not a power user and can't fight alongside you."

Du Weiguo ruffled her messy red hair and smiled:
"Rena, you're being too attached to appearances. Fighting side by side doesn't necessarily mean killing people and friends together. You are my eyes and my ears, and your importance is irreplaceable."

Upon hearing this, Rena's eyes lit up, but then dimmed again, and a bitter smile appeared on her lips.

"Now, the entire KGB follows your lead, and they have hundreds of thousands of agents under their command with eyes and ears all over the world, knowing almost everything."

"Wesley, do you still need me to be your eyes and ears?"

"Slap!" Du Weiguo raised his hand and slapped her across the face, feigning anger.

"Nonsense, can those Russians compare to you? Without your verification, how could I dare to believe the information they provide?"

Although her buttocks were burning with pain, Rena couldn't suppress the smile on her face.

A moment later, Du Weiguo followed Reina to a newly built warehouse on the outskirts of the city.

The warehouse had very low ceilings, but was very large, filled with colorful plastic buckets as tall as a person.

If you look closely, you'll find that this warehouse is very strange. There isn't a single iron nail in it, nor any other metal. Even the load-bearing beams are made of solid wood.

Deep inside the warehouse, there is a thick rubber door, behind which is a long, sloping passageway, and the stairs are also made entirely of rubber.

The passageway is over 30 meters deep, and at the end is a place made of solid wood and rubber, resembling both a prison and a laboratory.

Behind four layers of rubber fences as thick as a thigh, stood a huge, cylindrical glass room all by itself.

The room was empty except for a small wooden bed, a rubber bedpan, and a candle in the corner of the bed.

When Du Weiguo finally arrived at the glass room after passing through layers of wooden fences, in the dim candlelight, a slender woman was squatting on a chamber pot with her back to him.

Wow, look at that scene!
After an unknown amount of time, the rushing water finally stopped. The woman pulled up her pants, stood up, and slowly turned around, her bright blue eyes fixed on Du Weiguo without blinking.

The woman's eyes appeared calm, but they actually held a deep-seated resentment and malice, as if she wanted to devour him alive.

Du Weiguo wore a sly grin. He pulled out his cigarette case, slowly lit a cigarette, and then said mockingly:

“Cersei, you seem to be doing quite well; you've even gained weight.”

The woman in the glass room is Cersei, the mastermind behind the Holy Spirit Legion.

This woman is no ordinary cannon; she not only possesses spatial perception, extremely strong mental resistance, and the ability to manipulate electric arcs from a distance, but she can even prevent air travel and counter Du Weiguo's teleportation.

It's fair to say that Cersei is the strongest individual fighter the Kingdom of Duvis has ever encountered. In a one-on-one fight, probably no one in the entire Cersei Clan could match her.

Moreover, her superpowers are very likely acquired later in life, and she holds the secrets of the land of creation.

Since the battle in Somalia, when she was captured alive by Du Weiguo, she has been taken to India and kept in a state of anesthesia and sleep, and is personally guarded by Miss Hu.

It wasn't until recently, when the rubber prison specifically for her was completed, that she was transferred there and released from anesthesia.

Although Cersei is strong, she is not without weaknesses.

Among ability users, her physical condition is only considered to be below average. Just this half-meter-thick, one-piece, bulletproof glass prison embedded in cement is enough to keep her from getting out even if she works herself to death.

She is now like a caged bird, a frog at the bottom of a well.

Even the guards who were responsible for bringing her food and changing her bedpans every day, wearing special one-piece rubber protective suits, were powerless to help her.

Cersei stared at Du Weiguo for a long time before finally speaking, "You devil, what exactly do you want?"

Du Weiguo exhaled smoke, gently rubbing the filter tip with his fingers, and answered irrelevantly:

Want a cigarette?

Just now, when he lit a cigarette, Cersei's pupils visibly contracted, and her nostrils flared and closed unconsciously, her breathing becoming heavy.

Clearly, she was a heavy smoker herself, and she couldn't resist smoking in front of someone.

In this damn rubber prison, she only gets two meals and two cups of water a day; she's neither full nor starving.

The worst part is that the guard responsible for delivering meals and changing bedpans is a dull, deaf-mute man. Forget about smoking, there's no one to even talk to. To be honest, she's almost going crazy.

To preserve her remaining dignity, Cersei pursed her lips and remained silent, but her trembling pupils and Adam's apple betrayed her desire at that moment.

"Ha~"

Du Weiguo chuckled, flicked his fingers, and the half-smoked cigarette in his hand shot into the only small window of the glass cell.

Cersei caught it in a slightly flustered manner, paused for a moment, then immediately picked up the cigarette and took a deep drag.

"Whoo~"

After savoring it for more than ten seconds, she finally exhaled a long puff of smoke, a look of extreme enjoyment on her face.

Uh, to be honest, Du Weiguo had only ever seen that ecstatic expression on his face in bed before.

"It's okay, take your time smoking. There are plenty of cigarettes, more than enough."

She took a few more puffs of her cigarette, until the butt had burned down to the filter, before reluctantly stubbing it out.

She raised her head and said softly:

“Demon God, I know your purpose. You don’t kill me, but instead imprison me here, simply because you want the secret of the land of creation.”

She paused, then stared into Du Weiguo's eyes and asked, "If I tell you, will you spare my life?"

"No." Du Weiguo shook his head and said frankly:
"Compared to the land of gods, I actually care more about you. Until I find a way to completely control you, I'd rather kill you than let you leave." (End of Chapter)