Beside the still warm corpse, Wei Ran accepted Mr. Alexander's invitation without even thinking, and then said, "As for Saveli, why don't we just let him go back to make sure he's safe first? I'll give him a call before I throw away the phone."
Aurora called me, she might have already found her."
Wei Ran was neither a fool nor a Pole, so naturally he would not refuse at this time.
Although he didn't think Alexander could bring much trouble or threat to him, after all, Professor Alexei was working under him, and he was not in Volgograd every day, so there was really no need to break up with him.
As for the verbal exclusion of Saveli, it is nothing more than good intentions and he does not want to get him involved in this trouble. As long as Saveli is smart enough, he can use this as an excuse to go back and return to distant Al with his family.
Hangelsk.
It's a pity that Saveli didn't realize his good intentions, or he also had his own ideas, so before Alexander could accept or reject Wei Ran's proposal, Saveli blocked his nostrils with a tissue just now.
Conveniently reached into his pocket and took out a cigarette box-sized mobile phone. He looked at the button-type three-proof mobile phone that was extremely strong and resistant and handed it to Wei Ran.
"Use this mobile phone to call Aurora," Saveli said. "It should still have power."
"Why are you carrying such an old antique?"
As Wei Ran spoke, he took over the phone that was not turned on at all. At the same time, he finally understood why the other party lost the phone more easily than he did.
“The Arctic route is too cold”
Saveli took the body on his shoulders as a matter of course, and while walking swaying towards the off-road vehicle not far away, he explained, "Smartphones will be frozen and shut down in a few minutes in that kind of damn weather. This kind of
The old-fashioned mobile phone is just for emergency contact in times like that. It’s not heavy anyway, so Zoya and I are used to carrying one with us.”
At this point, Saveli had already opened the trunk of the off-road vehicle and threw the body he was carrying in. "Try turning it on. It will definitely be enough for you to make calls. If I remember correctly, I just charged it the day before yesterday."
.”
Hearing this, Wei Ran finally pressed the power button. But what he didn't expect was that even though it was a color-screen mobile phone, the boot screen turned out to be Sun Monkey doing somersaults in the clouds, mountains and sea of mist, with sounds and joy.
The outrageous music of "Deng Deng, wait for the light biubiubiu!" makes everyone feel full.
He waited until "Nantianmen mobile phone, Nantianmen on the mobile phone!" appeared on the screen with such outrageous big red Chinese characters that he didn't know what to say, and then waited for these two lines to almost overwhelm the small text.
The screen was filled with large characters and faded, and a signal display popped up. Only then did he skillfully unlock the keyboard and dial the phone to Suisui.
Without waiting for two seconds, the call was connected, and Suisui on the other end almost cautiously asked who she was looking for.
"it's me"
Wei Ran glanced vaguely at Alexander, who was standing next to him and was about to light up the cigar.
Before he could continue speaking, Suisui on the other end had already switched to her native language and asked, "Have you been kidnapped? I found your mobile phone and ring, and..."
"I'm fine, nothing's wrong at all." Wei Ran continued to ask in Russian while turning on the hands-free function, "Where are you?"
As if she had realized something, Suisui also explained in Russian with a tacit understanding, "We just met Federer, Mr. Alexander's former assistant, and he was driving a Ural truck towards the city.
The few bodyguards Greva picked for us from their gang stopped their car and rescued Mr. Alexander’s daughter Lilia from Federer.”
After a short pause, Suisui's tone became calmer, but Alexander, who had been eavesdropping on Wei Ran's side, dropped the body in his hand and ran over in surprise.
"Lilia suffered some injuries, and Sister Zoya is preparing to bandage her."
Looking at Alexander, Wei Ran continued to ask, "Did you call the police?"
Suisui on the other end of the phone glanced at Anfiya sitting next to her, and then replied, "No, I haven't had time yet."
It was indeed too late. When Weiran's call came in, Lilia had just been helped into the Iveco carriage.
Before Wei Ran could speak, Alexander had already moved closer and said, "Aurora, I am Alexander."
"Uncle Alexander, are you okay?" Suisui asked immediately.
"It's okay, everything is fine."
Alexander pondered for a moment and then said, "I have already called the police. Aurora, how is Lilia's condition?"
"There are some skin injuries," Suisui said apologetically, "Sorry, we didn't know Lilia was in the bed of the truck at the time. She was hit when we stopped the truck."
"It doesn't matter, it's not your fault."
Alexander said gently, "Aurora, if it is convenient, please send Lilia to my private museum first. We will go back soon."
"This..." Suisui was about to say something. Anfiya beside her had already shaken her head slightly.
"Okay, we'll send Lilia there right away." Suisui forced herself to calm down and replied.
"How about keeping this matter secret from Alexei and Zhou?" Alexander continued to ask with a smile.
"Unless you give my dad another month of paid leave," Suisui made a small request.
Hearing this, Alexander smiled and said happily, "No problem, you can inform Alexei now and let him rest until the end of Victory Day and then come back to work. I believe this time is enough for him to be busy with Moorman."
It’s a matter of Skok.”
"Then it's settled!" Suisui on the other end of the phone answered happily, and hung up the phone after repeatedly promising to send Lilia back immediately.
"Avora is a smart girl, Victor, I owe you, Aurora and Saveri each a favor." Alexander said, having already dialed a number again with this mobile phone.
"You also owe Saveli's wife Zoya a favor," Wei Ran reminded with a smile, "Zoya is an excellent ship's doctor. With her here, Lilia will have no problem."
After saying that, without waiting for Alexander to speak, Wei Ran grabbed the arm of the last corpse and dragged it to the side of the off-road vehicle, and threw it in with Saveli's help.
"How do you do this kind of thing so skillfully?" Wei Ran asked in a low voice while closing the car door.
“There are no laws in the Arctic Circle,” Saveli smiled. “Sailors on the Arctic route don’t need to follow the laws.”
"It seems you just took out your phone on purpose?" Wei Ran asked casually.
"Opportunities like this don't come across casually." Saveli patted the carriage. "Although there are some risks, I guess I will get a salary increase."
"Mr. Alexander is a fairly generous boss," Wei Ran said noncommittally, and at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Saveli was much smarter than he thought.
After a while, Alexander hung up the phone and came over. After returning the rugged mobile phone to Saveli, he asked, "Saveli, are you feeling better?"
"Much better." Saveli grinned with a simple smile, "Where are we going now?"
"Just wait here," Alexander took a puff of his cigar and said calmly, "Someone will pick us up soon."
With that said, the old guy talked about his trouser legs again, took out the small PPK pistol from the holster and handed it to Wei Ran, "Do you still remember it?"
Taking the small pistol and looking at it, Wei Ran nodded and replied with emotion, "Remember, this is the pistol of war correspondent Polevoy. The professor originally sold it to you at a high price."
"yes"
Alexander smiled and said, "This pistol saved my life today, just like the pistol I gave you saved your life. Victor, I give you this pistol as my thanks to you."
.”
“That’s not necessary”
Wei Ran said, reaching into his lower back as a cover, taking out the titanium alloy pistol with a silencer and shaking it, "Mr. Alexander, you have given me a pistol. Although I am a historian, but
I prefer this kind of high-tech stuff."
Hearing this, Alexander smiled and did not force himself, and put the PPK on the holster of his leg. Wei Ran also used the cover of the hem of his clothes to put away the titanium alloy pistol.
The reason why Wei Ran didn't ask for the pistol was that he didn't have it himself, and he was really not sure how many people Alexander had killed with that small pistol. If he really accepted it, he would be caught by the police one day.
When it comes, isn't he going to give the other party a thunder?
Although he was secretly guarding Alexander, the latter looked tolerant, and instead pulled him to chat with Saveli about the topics they had not finished talking about before being kidnapped.
After waiting for less than half an hour, two identical ordinary SUVs, both with privacy films affixed, dodged over from a distance.
After Alexander got into one of the cars, the two cars did not move. Instead, they turned off their engines one after another.
Less than ten minutes later, two more tow trucks and a sprinkler truck drove over one after another.
As the three people from Weiran watched through the car window, the high-end off-road vehicle filled with corpses was first dragged to the tow truck and covered tightly with a thick canvas. Following that,
A van that was deformed after being hit by Saveli's car was also dragged to another tow truck and covered with a thick canvas.
When the two tow trucks drove forward 20 to 30 meters and stopped again, the sprinkler truck parked on the roadside also turned on its high-pressure water cannon, repeatedly washing away the remaining traces of blood and Savannah on the road.
The vomit left behind by Lee.
"Let's go" Alexander greeted casually, and the driver in the front seat immediately started the car and flashed the double flash.
After getting the prompt, another SUV set off first and walked in front, followed by the two tow trucks, followed closely by the car in which the Weiyan trio were riding.
The water sprinkler truck walked behind all the cars, and as it walked, it continued to use the high-pressure water gun at the rear of the truck to wash the old country roads built in the Soviet era, easily erasing all the ruts.
After driving west for more than half an hour, the sprinkler truck headed in another direction at the fork in the road. The remaining cars in the convoy turned south and passed a bridge over a tributary of the Volga River and a watchtower.
Walking through the not-so-big town, we finally drove into a factory next to a tributary river and surrounded by flat and vast farmland on the other three sides.
"This is my titanium alloy smelting factory"
Until this moment, Alexander, who had remained silent all the way, explained, "My ball bearing processing factory is also here. In the Soviet era, which has begun to become distant, this place used to be a steel factory.
The ore brought by cargo ships from the upstream was smelted and processed into steel here, and then sent downstream to Astrakhan, where there used to be many shipyards."
"I have a library in Kazan. I heard from the previous owner that it was also a foundry in the Soviet era." Wei Ran agreed while paying attention to the scenery outside the window and the two tow trucks that never left his sight.
road.
"I was a worker in this factory"
Alexander didn't know what he thought of, and he couldn't help but smile on his face, "I was an alloy worker at the time, and I was responsible for adding alloys to the molten steel in the steel-making furnace according to the ratio. The next thing I want to go to is where I used to work.
The workshop is still there."
Before he could finish his words, the convoy had already arrived in front of the red brick workshop door located in the deepest part of the factory and closest to the door next to the river.
Before the last car stopped, the door of the workshop was opened, but only two tow trucks drove in. At the same time, Alexander also took a McDonald's paper bag from the driver's hand.
He casually dug out two holes in it and handed it to Wei Ran, "Put it on. A historian like you is not suitable to appear in a place like this."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! After saying that, he looked like Saveli again, "Young man, if you decide to work for me, you don't have to wear that ridiculous paper bag, and when you come out,
Your probation period is over. If you still plan to..."
"I'm not going to wear that ridiculous paper bag" Saveli smiled and waved his hand.
"Then get off the car"
Alexander glanced at Wei Ran who put a paper bag over his head without hesitation, opened the door and got out of the car with a smile of success, and walked into the huge workshop.
After looking at each other with Saveli, Wei Ran, who had a paper bag on his head, left the carriage and followed him in without any distinction.
At this time, not only were the two tow trucks parked in the workshop, but the Ural truck that we had seen at the shooting range before had also been transported here.
Not only that, on the front bumper of the car, Alexander's former assistant Federer and two other men who were all injured were tied with ropes. At the feet of these three people, there were still a few of the guns they had played with before.
The anti-tank gun and Deshka heavy machine gun, as well as the 12-star barrel.
Alexander walked up to an old guy who looked older than him, had a beer belly and was as naive as a seal, and asked with a title that Wei Ran and Saveli didn't quite understand, "Squad leader, ask me.
Yet?"
"Asked"
The beer-bellied father whom Alexander called the squad leader looked at Wei Ran with a paper bag on his head strangely, but he pointed at Federer without curiosity or shyness and explained, "This ungrateful thing is designed to kidnap him."
Lilia, according to his own account, he was planning this matter after he was fired by you."
Having said this, the beer-bellied dad pointed to the old weapons, "He used these things to set traps for you. The scraps of copper and iron you bought at a high price were forged by him and sold to the market you often go to.
Damn it, this bastard figured out that you would buy these things and go to the shooting range to test the gun.
The only thing he was not sure about was that Professor Alexei did not go with you. He originally planned to blame the drunkard for shooting and killing you."
Glancing at the paper bag man Wei Ran with interest, Alexander walked up to Federer, who was blindfolded and gagged, bent down and picked up the 12-star gun barrel, and asked with disappointment, "So this gun
Are the stars on the tube fake?”
"It was forged in the cellar of his lover's father's house. Even the video of the excavation of these weapons was filmed there."
The beer-bellied dad also came over and pulled off the rag from Federer's mouth, "Let him tell you the rest."
"Why do you do this?" Alexander asked in disappointment as he punched the barrel of the 12-star gun.
"You have no interest in running your business at all. In that case, why don't you leave it to me? I can do more than you..."
"No no no"
Alexander stopped Federer's excuse, which could be called gangster logic, "I mean, why would you forge such an anti-tank barrel with 12 red stars?"
Obviously, Federer, who had just been beaten, didn't expect Alexander to ask this question, so he didn't know how to answer it for a while.
"Bang!"
Just when Federer was stunned, Alexander used the 12-star gun barrel in his hand to strike Federer's hand like a demon pestle.
Amidst the shrill screams, Alexander twisted the barrel of the gun that pressed Federer's hand back and forth and said, "Federer, you know how I made my fortune, right?"
"I know, I know," Federer gasped, "you bought the failing steel mill, and then..."
"Then do you know where Alexander got the money to buy the steel mill?"
The beer-belly dad who was called the squad leader squatted in front of Federer with difficulty and asked with a sinister look on his face.
Without waiting for the Jew to answer, the beer-bellied dad explained, "It's my father and Alexander's father, as well as a retired director of a steelmaking factory in the Soviet era who once won a labor star, and a man who once won a Hero of the Soviet Union.
The veterans of the title sold all their medals to raise the money and bought the failing steelworks in Alexander's name."
Having said this, the beer-bellied dad reached out and patted Federer's cheek, "Federer, you don't understand your boss at all."
"Ask you one last time"
Alexander pressed the barrel of the gun pressed against Federer's hand and asked, "Federer, are you really forging the red star on the barrel of this gun? If you lie, I don't mind arresting your wife and children. If you tell the truth,
, I can consider letting them go."
"I forged it"
Federer grinned and begged, "I painted it with my own hands, and then buried it in the swamp for almost four months. Mr. Alexander, please let me go. I..."
"let's start"
Alexander relaxed the barrel of the gun in his hand with some disappointment, and let it hit the concrete floor covered with two layers of plastic sheets with a clang.
After he gave the order, the beer-bellied dad waved his hands casually, and immediately, a dozen workers dressed up came over, first blocked Federer's mouth, and then pushed the two cars off the tow truck.
, and threw the body inside, along with Federer and two other people who were still alive, into an electric arc steelmaking furnace with a capacity of only three or four tons.
Immediately afterwards, they dismantled the cab of the Ural 4320 truck. Amidst the harsh noise, they used a cutting machine to cut it into large and small pieces and threw them into a metal crusher next to the wall.
Also cut up and thrown into the crusher were the cabins and seats of the Ural van and the high-end off-road vehicle.
While the workers were sending the metal fragments into the steel-making furnace on a conveyor belt, Alexander also took out a few bullet casings from his pocket and threw them on the conveyor belt.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Seeing this, Wei Ran took off the jacket containing the bullets and bullet casings and threw them in. He watched the conveyor belt send them into the room that was about to be filled.
steelmaking furnace.
Until the cab of the truck and the entire van were loaded in, until only the bare chassis and engine of the high-end off-road vehicle were left, and until the heavy stove cover covered the electric stove, Alexander greeted Wei Ran and
Saveli, bid farewell to the beer-belly dad, walked out of this production workshop that was filled with heat waves again after a long pause.
"Saveli, do you still dare to work for me?" Alexander asked with a smile as he led the two of them to a business car in the distance.
"That depends on how much salary you plan to offer me," Saveli answered calmly.
"Don't worry about that. Victor knows that I have always been generous to my friends."
“It is true”
Wei Ran followed suit and agreed, objectively speaking, the capitalist was indeed generous enough, but even so, he still didn't think it was a good thing for Saveri to stay next to Alexander.
With this in mind, he hurriedly said carefully before the three of them walked to the car, "Mr. Alexander, I have a suggestion that I don't know whether I should mention."
"I would be happy to listen to the advice given to me by a historian." Alexander simply stopped here.
"I think maybe your daughter Lilia needs a courageous driver and a friend with medical abilities."
Wei Ran spread his hands and said, "Although what happened today was an accident, who can guarantee that the accident will not happen again? It might be a good arrangement if Saveli and his wife Zoya accompany your daughter Lilia.
I believe that there is actually no shortage of helpers around you, otherwise you would not have fired Federer so easily. And..."
"And what?" Alexander asked with interest.
"Rather than saying that you need an assistant, you just need a friend who can accompany you to play with guns at any time, right?"
Wei Ran spread his hands and said, "If Saveli and his wife are allowed to take care of Lilia, maybe Lilia will often come to accompany you."
"Victor, your last sentence touched me. I will think about it carefully."
Alexander patted Wei Ran on the shoulder, "Okay, let's get in the car and take a seat. We can go back after waiting."
After saying that, the capitalist who had just rebuilt Federer and others had already walked towards the car.
"Thank you," Saveli said in a low voice. He naturally understood Wei Ran's good intentions. Although he was a fool, he could still figure out which one would lead a more fulfilling life: studying with the emperor or studying with the prince.
"Butlers and bodyguards are not that easy to do." Wei Ran smiled and walked towards the car.
After sitting in the car that was warmed by the sun and taking off the paper bag on his head, Alexander did not let Saveli drive away. Instead, he talked about his eldest daughter Lilia and the other three children.
He is even more troubled by his little daughter, and his wife who is busy taking care of the child at home every day.
While chatting and waiting for more than an hour, a forklift slowly drove out of the courtyard carrying a large pile of cooled slag, drove to the cement dock on the river bank, and carried the slag into the river.
Immediately afterwards, two more forklifts picked out a pallet of still steaming cast iron manhole covers and threw them into the river. The beer-bellied father also stood at the door of the workshop, took off his hat, and looked at Alexander III from a distance.
The man waved in his direction.
"Damn Jews"
Alexander muttered before saying hello, "Okay, we should go. Victor, you can show Saveri the way to my museum. Next, it's time for me to thank you young people."
