At 7:51 in the evening, Wei Ran threw the stolen bicycle into the sea, stepped on the pier of the dock to board the dilapidated freighter, and exchanged an ordinary-looking card for a job as a sailor.
work at the same time.
In the parking lot by the beach, a homeless man with needle holes on his arms and a smell of alcohol on his body walked straight to the parking spot of Weiran as usual.
Compared with training cats and dogs, training people is undoubtedly much simpler, so it only took four days, as well as the cost of a Japanese curry rice, a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of wine every night, to successfully train the original dog.
This homeless man who was laying pavement in a nearby park came to this parking lot at 7:50 every night on time to look for Wei Ran's car.
The first time Weiran made this carefully selected homeless man willing to come to the parking lot was on the pretext that he needed a helper to change his tire.
While changing the tire, he also served a fairly delicious dinner and became friends with the other party.
After using alcohol to guide the homeless man to talk about how prosperous he was in the past, how he was in decline after the company went bankrupt, and other fabricated stories, Wei Ran also suggested that if he needed help, he could come here every night to help.
He cleaned the car and got a dinner on the way.
After confirming that the man was greedy enough with two banknotes deliberately thrown under the car door, Wei Ran became more and more enthusiastic about the homeless man. At the same time, he deliberately pretended to inadvertently reveal his discrimination and identity.
The arrogance of a great man.
As the saying goes, a person's kindness will be rewarded, and a person's kindness will be countered with hatred. Not only can this principle be found faultless in China, but it is also a complete truth in Australia, which is full of descendants of criminals.
Because of this, when the homeless man who had been trained by Wei Ran saw the ajar door and the banknotes scattered in the car, the homeless man who once boasted that he was an executive of a certain company did not hesitate at all.
He got into the car and hurriedly picked up the banknotes visible to the naked eye. At the same time, his hand was cut by some broken glass scattered on the back seat.
But compared to the little pain, the thicker and thicker bills in his hand made the homeless man, who smelled of alcohol and sweat and body odor, have an increasingly greedy look in his eyes.
After exiting the car and looking around, the homeless man glanced at the car key inserted in the keyhole. When he followed his heart and made a decision, his body had already sat down in the cab, "Bang
"I slammed into the car door with a sound, turned the key hole to start the car, and drove the off-road vehicle roaring out of the parking lot.
At the same time, Wei Ran had already changed into cargo ship overalls, but did not take off his mask and baseball cap. He just put on a pair of white gloves. He also noticed the spam text message he had just received.
There was no need to click on it, let alone take out the authenticator to log in to the mailbox. He knew that this email was notifying him that the rented car had started to move.
This absolutely accurate positioning information was intercepted by Anfiya after hacking into the car rental platform of the car rental company.
At this point, he no longer had any worries. He walked slowly into a dirty cabin, found an unoccupied place, took out the food box, and put the P22 pistol in the waterproof bag together with the unused
Magazines and other items were all put in.
Not long after, the cargo ship also left the dock in the night and slowly drove towards the island of New Guinea. And the off-road vehicle rented by Weihan was already carrying a homeless man who was beginning to dream.
Departed Darwin Port.
As for the edge of the beach, the old couple was still sitting on the bench leaning against each other, wearing the same big towel, with their heads next to each other, looking quietly at the beach in the distance.
The men and women passing by wearing bikinis or beach shorts, besides admiring the old couple's harmonious relationship, did not notice at all the dark red blood that occasionally dripped from the couple's nostrils on the dark blue towel, as well as from their mouths.
The complex smell of shaving foam and gunpowder smoke pervaded everywhere.
Late that night, Wei Ran tied the clothes he wore when committing the crime and a large wrench he picked up with wire, put them into a sack and threw them into the dark sea.
A little earlier than that, the old couple who had not been home for a long time were finally discovered by the bodyguards who came out to look for them.
Soon, the edge of the beach was surrounded by police tape. Not long after, two corpses that had already appeared in a state of ossification were among the shutters pressed again and again by the surrounding reporters who came after hearing the news.
He was put on a stretcher, put into a car and taken away.
A little earlier than that, half an hour after Weiran killed the two old couples, on the top floor of an abandoned military base at the eastern foot of the Ural Mountains, a huge conference room that had been cleared temporarily had been transformed into a strong enough
cell.
But in this cell, the only person locked up is Chiba Kao, who returned to Russia in place of Wei Ran.
Outside the solid steel railings, on the Soviet-style single sofa, Anfiya was sitting.
The girl had her legs crossed, and there was an electric shock device on the table in front of her. In her hands, she was busy folding an A4 paper full of Chinese characters into a paper airplane.
"Tom"
Anfiya paused, then aimed the folded paper airplane at Chiba Kao in the steel railing and asked in English, "My boss asked me to ask you if you want to be an anti-French silk-sucking hero."
"What do you want me to do?" Chiba Kao asked carefully, realizing that something was wrong - even though his name was not Tom at all.
"This is your speech," Anfiya said, gently tossing the paper airplane in her hand.
Under Chiba Kao's gaze, the paper airplane flew lightly through the gap between the steel railings, and finally slowly flew to his feet. Before he could pick up the paper airplane, Anfiya said again, "Wait a minute."
Next I will take you to change clothes and put on makeup, and then I need you to take a video."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Just like Tali Madara is responsible for 911?" Chiba Kao asked feebly, although he had not had time to take a look at the contents of the paper airplane.
, but I have already guessed it.
"No, no, of course it's different. We represent justice."
Anfiya slowly stood up and said, "You can also refuse. We just need someone to stand up and denounce Fashui. If you don't want to be this hero, just let Jerry next door be the hero."
Hearing this, Chiba Kao subconsciously looked at the wall outside the iron railing not far away. There was a glass window on the wall that was only one meter square.
On the other side of the glass window, there is also a railing, and inside the railing, there is the mixed-race girl Jerry who is looking at this eagerly.
Taking a deep breath, Chiba Kao nodded resignedly, struggled to pick up the paper airplane at his feet, unfolded it and said, "I need to familiarize myself with the speech."
"You have two minutes," Anfiya said, put on her hood, opened the door and walked out of the conference room that turned into a prison cell.
Outside the conference room, in addition to the four Hela girls wearing white hoods, there were also 14 teenagers standing also wearing white eye-opening hoods, uniform hunting attire and high-waisted boots.
"You will be responsible for escorting a prisoner to conference room No. 5 later."
Anfiya closed the door behind her and knocked on the LCD TV hanging on the wall. "You have just seen what this scum did on the TV, so put away your weak and unnecessary compassion. We
Everything we do now is to punish the cancer in this world."
"yes!"
These 14 teenagers from all over the world gave the same response in immature but neat voices.
He nodded to the Hela girl next to him, who immediately opened the small metal box on the trolley next to him.
There is nothing else in this box, only 14 PSS silent pistols that are still equipped by the former Soviet Union countries, and boxes of SP4 silent bullets.
Without giving orders at all, these teenagers lined up, each took a pistol and a box of bullets and returned to the line. They unloaded the empty magazine with great skill, pressed the bullets in one by one, and then pushed and loaded the bullets.
Prepare.
Seeing this, Anfiya took over a crisp suit and a black balaclava hat with only the eyes exposed from the hands of a Hela girl, as well as a black balaclava with a drawing of Shrike, Tom and Jerry.
motorcycle helmet.
Turning around and walking into the room, one of the Hela girls used wire cutters to open the thick iron wire that fixed the iron door.
After Anfiya put the clothes in her hands on the carpet and took a step back, the Hela girl holding the wire cutters pulled out a wrench and threw it to Chiba Kao.
Picking up the wrench that almost hit him, Chiba Kao unscrewed the bolt on the iron ring that blocked his ankle, and then he honestly pushed the wrench against the floor to the feet of the Hela girl.
On the way from being put on the plane to here, both he and Jerry next door had resisted more than once, but each time in exchange, they only received electric shock devices pressed all over the body and various minor injuries.
But the punishment is extremely painful.
Fortunately, training people is much simpler than training animals, so although it didn't take long, both Chiba Kao and Jerry next door have successfully learned to obey.
After the Hela girl picked up the wrench, Chiba Kao took off his hospital gown under Anfiya's indifferent gaze, and honestly put on the full set of underwear and a particularly fitting suit prepared for him.
As well as leather shoes, ties, and pocket squares.
Finally putting on a black hood with only his eyes exposed, Chiba Kao picked up the motorcycle helmet and observed it carefully, and finally put the helmet on his head with a wry smile that only he knew.
"You may have lost your freedom, but as long as you cooperate well, you will live a completely different and meaningful life."
After Anfiya finished speaking, she turned around and walked out of the cell, seemingly not worried at all about what Chiba Kao'o, who had lost her restraints, would do behind her.
Secretly taking a deep breath, Chiba Kao tightened his grip on the paper plane filled with words. He wisely kept a distance of three meters from Anfiya and walked out of the cell step by step. Then, he was
A total of 14 thin figures wearing hoods, holding pistols, surrounded the center.
"I wish you would do something."
Anfiya, who was walking in front, seemed to be encouraging him, "None of these children have killed anyone yet. They have only received less than a month of training, so Mr. Tom, this may be your last chance to resist."
"never mind"
Chiba Kao lowered his head in resignation, followed the dangerous woman in front of him, walked along the corridor to the other end of this floor, and got into a room at the end.
This room is arranged very neatly, with a solid wood display rack that goes straight to the ceiling on both sides and on the wall opposite the door.
On these display racks, there are sets of Korean comic books and figures of various anime characters. In addition, there are posters of various girl groups, various knives, several boxes of Korean soju and several
Snapped picture frames, plus various cups.
And on the only table, there was a Walter P22 pistol with a silencer screwed on and black hand glue wrapped around the silencer.
In a transparent acrylic box next to the pistol, there are also .22lr bullets with dyed or undyed warheads, rolls of hand glue of various colors, and empty magazines.
"Go sit on the chair behind the table," Anfiya ordered in English.
After a moment's hesitation, Chiba Kao walked around the table and sat on the chair prepared for him.
She took out a high imitation Panerai watch that showed the local time in South Korea from her pocket and placed it on the table. Anfiya then took out a piece of paper and pushed it to the other party, "This is the little action you are going to do next. First
Put your watch on."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After taking the piece of paper and glancing at it, Chiba Kao was completely in despair.
This piece of paper requires him to do only three things when speaking. Pretend to show the time on the dial unintentionally, press bullets into the magazine as usual while talking, and replace the silencer with a new one.
Hand glue.
"Let's do the first drill first"
As she spoke, Anfiya opened the camera mounted against the wall on the side of the door, "This time you can read the manuscript and do what is asked of you at the same time. Remember to use Korean with a few Japanese words in between. This time you have
Five minutes."
After saying that, she simply left the room and closed the door.
Subconsciously looking around, Chiba Kao picked up the P22 pistol and pulled the slide, then skillfully dismantled it and inspected it.
What made him unbelievable was that this pistol did not lack any parts at all, and at the same time, all the gun numbers were lost.
Subconsciously picking up a bullet, he immediately regained his consciousness, then put on his watch resignedly, and pressed bullets without propellant into the magazine according to usual habits, but with paint to distinguish them.
Read the manuscript on the table in Korean:
“Friends from all over the world, maybe you have noticed in the news the murder that occurred at Mindil Beach in Darwin Harbor, Australia. If you haven’t seen it yet, I will attach a related news link at the end of the video.
.
Now, I need to explain to myself the motive for this murder.
I'm a free-spirited gunman who lives in the shadows where the sun doesn't shine. Every money I make comes from murdering every innocent person I'm bid on.
No matter he is young or old, male or female, whether he is a stickman, a recruiter, a Chinese, a Philippine monkey, or an Australian, as long as someone bids, I will find and kill him.
Like this time, I was originally hired by the couple to kill several children who shared a photo album, just as I was initially hired to kill a buyer who was trying to buy the photo album.
In the beginning, it was just a business. I admitted that I killed some of the children, but the murder of children was not the reason why I killed my employer.
The real reason was that I accidentally learned that the photo album recorded the massacre of Australian and British prisoners of war by a nuclear recruiter during the Sandakan Death March during World War II.
Yes, my employer, his father is the sergeant who was also an executioner, and that sergeant is still alive today, and his grandson has even become an independent parliamentarian in Australia.
I don’t want to debate who is the damn devil between me and the sergeant, nor am I curious about why Australia, which was also invaded by nuclear recruiters and had its surrendered soldiers massacred, allowed a descendant of the nuclear recruiter to serve as their
Members of Parliament of this country.
But as a former stick-hammer, I remember the 37 massacres carried out by nuclear-armed troops on our land during World War II, and the at least 80,000 innocent people who were kidnapped and used as comfort women by the nuclear-armed army.
woman.
I admit that I am an executioner who lives by killing people. I admit that I have killed men, women, the elderly and children. I even helped a lovelorn woman kill the husky raised by her ex-boyfriend.
I admit that I may be the same devil as Zhao Douchun, but even so, I am ashamed to cover up the crimes of an executioner who once massacred 160 prisoners of war.
As long as I am still alive in the future, I will still make a living by killing people. Maybe the next person I kill is you in front of the video. Maybe I will be killed or caught by the police in the next second.
But even so, I don't want to be Fasuisi's accomplice, let alone cover up his crimes for Fasuisi who is still alive.
At the end of the video, I will post the photo and address of the still living Fass, as well as the identity information of the Australian independent MP.
As for that photo album, I'm sorry, it's not in my hands at the moment, but for those children who are risking their lives to protect that photo album, please rest assured that I will never do anything to you again."
After reading the manuscript, Chiba Kao just replaced the silencer with dark blue hand glue, and on the manuscript paper in front of him, there were a row of five magazines filled with bullets.
Just as he was looking at these things on the table in a daze, the door covered with a thick layer of sound-absorbing cotton was pushed open by Anfiya from the outside, and in her hand, she was holding a steaming
meals.
"This is your reward. After dinner, you have ten minutes to rest, and then we will conduct the second drill." After saying that, Anfiya also took away the camera that was still working, and helped by the way.
Chiba Kao closed the door.
Stunned, Chiba Kao looked at the food on the table, then at the decorations around him, then took a long breath, slowly took off his motorcycle helmet and hood, and picked up the
With a wooden spoon, he scooped up a big mouthful of stewed beef and put it into his mouth.
In the next few days, Anfiya asked Chiba Kao to practice his heroic drama in front of the camera over and over again.
The real murderer, Wei Ran, also successfully left Australia and landed in Indonesia after a lot of twists and turns. Then, after hiding for a while, he was first pushed onto a shelf in the form of goods and flew back to the Philippine Monkey Country.
Then, as a tropical fruit, it was pushed into an IL-76 transport plane that has been flying here frequently in recent days to transport fruits.
When he finally stepped out of his family's transport plane as an unarmed historian and stepped on the runway abandoned in the Soviet era near the Inta Hot Spring Camp and renovated by Sui Sui, a track that had been edited and voice-changed
The video was also sent to the Internet by a Ukrainian girl who was recruiting students to study abroad, using a mobile phone discarded by a drunkard in the bar.
However, compared to the ripples caused by this video, Weiran, who had just got off the plane, was more concerned about another thing.
"Dmitri, how much money have you lost these days?" Wei Ran asked, enduring the pain in his body as he looked at the boxes of tropical fruits being carried out of the cargo hold by the hunters.
"Losing money? Why are we losing money?" the chatty captain Dmitri asked confusedly.
"You haven't lost money after flying so many times these days?" Weiran said, pointing to the IL-76 transport plane next to him.
"This is a transport plane"
Dmitri said proudly, "Although we are transporting tropical fruits by air, this is Siberia. We won't lose money, we just make less money."
