When the white light faded, Wei Ran gradually noticed that the air around him had become much drier, and he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, when he took a thorough look at his surroundings, he couldn't help but be stunned. This was not the basement of his library in Kazan!

Where is this?

Wei Ran looked around cautiously. This room was not big, and the furnishings inside were full of American country style.

Not to mention the solid wood furniture and fireplace, the black and white TV on the table not far away was playing the news report that Jimmy Carter became the 39th President of the United States. And in his hand, he still held the phone.

I tried to put the phone's microphone to my ear, but no one spoke at all.

"1976? About now... November?"

Putting the microphone back on the phone, a historian instantly determined the specific time through the news on TV. He knew more clearly that at this time, Zach must have received the camera sent to him by Li Youfu.

Continuing to look around, he saw two picture frames not far from the TV.

In this first photo frame, there is a prisoner of war medal and a Vietnam War service medal fixed. The service medal ribbon is also decorated with an inconspicuous silver battle star.

Looking at the second photo frame, Wei Ran couldn't help but be startled. Inside was a soldier wearing a blue uniform of the US Army, medical soldier Angus with the nickname "Animal Tamer"!

Why is it him? Just at this moment, the sound of guitar playing came from outside the window.

Following the sound and walking to the window, the first thing he saw was a withered pasture and a few cows leisurely munching on bales of grass.

Turning his head to look in the direction of the sound, he saw a bespectacled man with long blond hair, a red headband, a turtleneck sweater and jeans, sitting on a recliner playing the guitar alone.

"How many roads must a man walk down,Before you can call him a man..."

Is it really Angus? Did this guy really survive?

Although Wei Ran didn't recognize what song the other party was singing, the moment the other party opened his mouth, he finally merged the image of the hippie man with glasses with long hair and a messy beard into the image in his memory.

Seeing that the other party didn't notice him, Wei Ran simply took out his camera and secretly took a photo of the other party, and then continued to look at the surrounding environment.

Although he was some distance away, he could still smell the unique smell of burning inuma wafting from the ashtray on the small table next to him.

Not only that, there are more than a dozen pots of dog hemp growing blatantly in the glass house not far away, almost next to each other.

"Victor, have you called Zach? Can he come over today?" Just as he was stunned, Angus turned around and asked.

Wei Ran turned his head subconsciously, and couldn't help but feel happy. This guy was equipped with two shining golden front teeth. On the two one-piece front teeth, there was also a particularly conspicuous engraved on them, which seemed to be made of silver inlaid craftsmanship.

symbol.

"It didn't get through," Wei Ran said, shaking his head.

"I helped him make appointments with Robert and Clint."

Angus looked at the time displayed on his watch and said, "If they are not late, they will arrive in half an hour at most."

"A date with Robert and Clint?" Wei Ran couldn't help but be stunned, those two scum also survived?

"It cost me a lot to convince them to come forward and testify against George the Boar for war crimes."

Angus frowned and said, "He can't be late, otherwise I won't be able to deliver what I promised."

"I believe he won't be late"

While Wei Ran was talking, the hand hidden in the window subconsciously took out the 1911 pistol from the metal book, gently pulled the slide and loaded a bullet.

"I hope so"

Angus relit a cigarette, took a long puff and said in a rather unclear voice, "Victor, didn't you just say that you could use the harmonica to accompany Blowin' in the Wind?"

Come on, let’s give it a try before those bastards come. If your skills are good, I can make an exception and allow you to join my anti-war Golden Teeth band.”

The fucking anti-war band Gold Teeth...

Wei Ran grinned, but there was no refusal at all. He happily took out the harmonica from the metal book - before the white light came on, he thought he would never use the harmonica he was given this time.

Thanks to his proficiency in the harmonica and bayan that he acquired in Leningrad last time, although it was the first time for Wei Ran to listen to the re-sung song, Angus did not find any faults.

"You play the harmonica really well!"

Angus hugged the guitar and exclaimed in surprise, "I think it's not much worse than Chicago's Junior Wells. Victor, join me in the anti-war gold tooth..."

Before Angus finished speaking, the sound of a car horn came from the distance, and then, a Volkswagen T1 with colorful paint drove over from a distance with its lights flashing on and off.

Even though he was still some distance away, Wei Ran quickly realized that the other party was using the blinking lights of the car to type out a piece of clear Morse code - "hello!"

"Robert is here, and Clint must be in his car too." Angus said firmly, "But why hasn't Zach come yet?"

How the hell do I know?

While Wei Ran was muttering to himself, the shabby van also drove straight to the door.

As the car door opened, Robert and Clint, who had lost a lot of weight, also walked out.

With just one glance, Wei Ran frowned. These two were dressed in the same standard hippie style.

But compared to Angus, they were particularly sloppy. They were still a few meters away, and he wished he could clearly smell the sour smell emanating from these two people.

The odor comes from dog hemp, fermented sweat and foot odor, and also from the unique product they are most likely smoking.

Are these two drug addicts? Wei Ran couldn't help but frowned secretly.

"Hey! Victor! I didn't expect you to actually be alive!"

Robert was the first to say hello to Wei Ran, bumping his fist with him enthusiastically and actively, "Where is that bastard Zach? Is he still alive?"

"Should still be alive"

Wei Ran also bumped fists with Clint, and glanced at the waists of the two men. Fortunately, they did not carry anything such as weapons.

"Isn't he here yet?" Robert asked while bumping fists with Angus in greeting.

“Should be coming soon”

Angus raised his chin towards Wei Ran, "I guess he is already on the way and will probably arrive soon, right Victor?"

"Maybe"

Wei Ran answered ambiguously, frankly speaking, he didn't have a good impression of these two people.

"We can talk first while he's not here."

Angus stood up as he spoke, limped to the ice bucket not far away, took out four cans of beer and distributed them to Wei Ran and others.

It was only then that Wei Ran noticed that the leg that Angus had intentionally or unintentionally blocked with his guitar seemed to be a prosthetic leg.

"What to talk about?"

Clint took the beer, opened it and took a sip, "Since the two of us were deported back in 1973, we were imprisoned for theft and were not released until more than a month ago."

"At least your hands and feet are here."

Angus stretched out the leg of his jeans, "One of my legs was broken, and I lived in a prisoner of war camp. Fortunately, after I was repatriated, I got the care of Zach, so I bought this farm and started living my life now."

"

"Let's get down to business Angus, we didn't come here to see your big farm."

Clint glanced at Wei Ran, took a sip of beer and asked bluntly, "I heard you say on the phone that someone hopes that we can come forward to prove the crimes against humanity committed by Wild Boar George on the battlefield?"

"And can we get paid afterwards?" Robert asked excitedly, grabbing the chance to speak, "How much can we get?"

"At least 5,000 US dollars per person," Angus said seriously, "This is a lot of money."

"Wait a moment"

Robert asked warily, "Did you promise at least $5,000 per person or was it Victor's promise? Or...let me guess, it was Zach? It was Zach, right? The $5,000 he promised?

"

"Is there any difference?" Angus asked dissatisfied.

"Of course there is a difference"

Clint replied, "Zach can definitely get at least ten thousand dollars, and as for you... come on Angus.

You don’t have that much money, and Victor, I heard that after he was deported, he has been washing dishes in the Chinese restaurant where the missing journalist named Troyer worked before. He can’t even afford such a

Rich."

I'll clean your grandma's legs...

Wei Ran cursed secretly, and then heard Angus say matter-of-factly, "Of course it was Zach who promised it. As you said, I can't afford that much money."

"I understand the conflict between Zach, the naive playboy, and George."

Robert sat on a chair, picked up an Inuma cigarette, lit it and took a long puff, and asked with a puzzled face, "I guessed that this would happen when we were locked up in the same prisoner of war camp with him.

Something happened.

But Angus, why are you involved?"

"Why do you think I lost this leg?"

Angus knocked on the prosthesis and asked, "If he hadn't insisted on letting me rescue the wounded who had been killed by snipers, and then gave up on us and left us with those Charlies, how could I have been sent to the prisoner of war camp?

?

And you two, why don’t you two use your brains that have been hibernating and think carefully about how many people in the original T team are still alive?”
To be continued...