On the morning of the second day after returning to Kazan, Wei Ran got up early under the urging of his biological clock, greeted Beria, who had been waiting at the door with a muzzle in his mouth an hour ago, and started walking around Lake Kaban.
Routine morning run.
Only this time, he and the dog Beria ran less than two kilometers, but Anfiya caught up with her in an armored pickup truck and stopped right in front of them.
"boarding"
Weiran opened the car door and said hello, and Beria immediately jumped into the car as he released the traction rope.
When Wei Ran closed the car door and got into the passenger seat, Anfiya immediately handed over a towel and said, "The latest news, someone did attack Lawyer Judy last night."
"Let me guess, should this be...a burglary or a fire?" Wei Ran asked disdainfully while wiping off the few beads of sweat, "The probability of a fire is higher."
“It was indeed a fire”
Anphia replied with the same disdain, "They are just as rigid and unimaginative as the Americans in those bedtime spy stories my mother told."
"Where is Lawyer Judy now?" Wei Ran continued to ask, "Are you not injured?"
"Thanks to the reminder you gave Mr. Carlos before you left, he had already arranged for people to sneak Judy's family away before the fire broke out.
So in addition to burning down a house, the fire only burned two cheap silicone dummies."
Anphia paused and continued, "Lawyer Judy and his husband are on their way to Houston now."
"Who did Lawyer Carlos ask for help?" Wei Ran asked, putting a towel on the armrest of the glove box.
"He seems to have asked Mr. Paul from the Elks Foundation to help arrange for someone to rescue Lawyer Judy and her family, and..."
"And what?" Wei Ran turned around and asked.
"According to the feedback from the people sent by Nineel to monitor, the people sent by Mr. Paul were unexpectedly professional." Anfiya replied with a strange expression, "This is a force that we have ignored before."
“It’s normal to be professional”
Wei Ran was not surprised at all, "Don't forget, Mr. Dominic's business has always included gold mining.
Don't forget, that old gentleman who didn't know whether he had gone to heaven or hell, almost gave 5,000 yuan to each of the black brothers in the United States for some fun. If he didn't have the ability to protect himself,
It just doesn’t make sense.”
"At least we don't have to worry about Carlos' lawyer's safety," Anfiya said happily.
"A lawyer who is keen to trouble the American police every day can live to his age and basically don't have to worry about his safety."
Wei Ran said in a particularly sober tone, "Don't worry, no one dares to touch that old guy, otherwise he won't survive until this time, and..."
"What?" Anfiya asked subconsciously when Wei Ran didn't speak.
"We have known each other for so long, but I have never seen Mr. Carlos's children, let alone heard him mention them."
Wei Ran spread his hands, "Maybe that's what he relies on."
"We need to adjust..."
"Need not"
Wei Ran waved his hand, "There is no need to be so curious about friends. Is there anything else?"
"Want to have fried dough sticks or steamed buns for breakfast?" Anfeiya said an extremely standard Chinese sentence.
"Let's have fried dough sticks and old tofu," Wei Ran said and already opened the car door.
Before his feet touched the ground, Beria in the back seat immediately used his thick paws to pull the door handle familiarly, pushed open a gap in the heavy door with his huge dog head, and jumped out.
Even this big guy didn't forget to stand up and use his two paws to help close the car door tightly again.
Seeing Wei Ran and Beria running further and further away, Anfiya pressed the central control screen to bring up a piece of heavy metal music, stepped on the accelerator again, and drove to the Chinese restaurant where she usually bought breakfast.
When Wei Ran came back from jogging, the girls headed by Suisui had already been pulled up by Anfei to complete their morning aerobics, but the aunt and the professor were still asleep.
"I have been busy with the things at hand these two days, and then I will squeeze out a few days to accompany my parents back to visit Uncle Wang."
Suisui held half of a fried dough stick and ate it hungrily while saying vaguely, "You also remember to contact Mr. Cha and ask him to help make an appointment with Uncle Wang."
"Do not worry"
Wei Ran, who was also holding half of a fried dough stick, slowly took a sip of the old tofu and said, "I'll call him later."
"Also, you can take my parents to the airport later. They have to go back to Volgograd to take care of things there, and prepare some gifts for Uncle Wang."
"Leaving so soon?" Wei Ran raised his head in surprise.
"I can't stop it"
Suisui said helplessly, "And if we continue to live here, the few boxes of wine in the storage room may not be enough for drinking."
"That's okay," Wei Ran agreed happily.
After finishing breakfast in two or three mouths, Suisui, who originally said she was going to work, ran back to the room and fell asleep.
Upon seeing this, Wei Ran, who originally planned to call Zha Xifeng, saw that his aunt and professor still hadn't gotten up, so he simply called on Lola for help, and first moved all the suitcases in the storage room to the basement of the library next door.
According to the list that Channing had sent to him before, he first sent all the two Pentax cameras and matching lenses that were used as compensation to the moisture-proof box in the darkroom next door.
Then I found the four cameras that Mr. Zucker had used on the battlefield, along with the helmet and lighter, ointment, tire slippers, the 1911 pistol and the M7 bayonet that he carried back from the United States. They were all placed one by one.
on the table.
After some thought, he pushed all the other boxes containing "gifts" and "souvenirs" into the storage room that was originally filled with various food reserves to fight hunger.
When he returned to the studio and looked at the things on the table, he inevitably fell into a struggle.
Involuntarily, he took out the food box again, took out the headless statue of Mazu and placed it on the table. He turned on the lamp to maximum brightness and looked at it.
"I don't know how much help this thing can bring..."
Wei Ran secretly wondered, what if one day in the future, Hela or Succubus or... no, let's talk about the newly established Seventeen-Year Cicada.
If this cicada digs itself into an unexpected big hole when it breaks out of the ground in the future, how much help can this statue and that golden statue bring in return?
Obviously, although the amount of help he can get is immeasurable, if he is asked to give up Hela, Succubus, and the seventeen-year cicada that needs to wait before he can exert his terrifying combat power just because he is afraid that he will be troubled in the future, he will
Obviously unwilling.
All original sin is greed...
While Wei Ran murmured to himself, he stuffed the statue back into the food box, barely closed the lid, and then put it back into the metal book.
Naturally, he had his own considerations in preparing to enter this period of history so eagerly.
First of all, Lawyer Judy has encountered another murder that is full of warning, so he must investigate what secrets the late photographer had before this assassination may find him, so that he can take some initiative.
After all, as the saying goes, if you are not afraid of thieves, you are afraid of being remembered. If Lawyer Judy is really bad, and someone else comes in and wants to terminate the commission and take back those things, it will really be a shame.
Secondly, my aunt is anxious to return to China and meet Wang Beizhan. If she has grasped the truth before then, she will just take the opportunity to return to China and say hello to Zha Xifeng and his wife, Mrs. Miley, so that they can also be prepared.
Thirdly, he has decided to frame the murder reward for Gorman's fake death in September on the mastermind behind the incident, so he naturally has to make preparations early.
While thinking about it secretly, Wei Ran wrote down what he was going to do on a sticky note and stuck it on the corner of the table, so that he would not "forget" it again.
"Don't panic, don't panic, don't panic, it's just a talking tree."
Wei Ran murmured to himself while taking a few deep breaths, and even patted his face.
After much mental preparation, he finally gritted his teeth and took out the metal book.
Amidst the sound of turning pages, the metal quill drew a pattern on the light yellow paper.
The protagonist in the pattern is a man with black clothes, black trousers, black hair, and bare feet standing in a rain forest. His figure is not strong, and his face has a simple and honest smile, like an old farmer.
He was holding out a pair of hands that seemed to be stained with mud, holding up a helmet. There were lighters, ointments, compressed biscuits, and an M7 bayonet with a sheath in the helmet, but that one was missing.
1911 pistol.
On the little finger of the man's right hand holding the helmet, there was a pair of tire slippers that seemed to be stained with mud. On the little finger of his left hand, there were two American water bottles.
Just when he finished reading the pattern, the metal quill pen also wrote down the role and requirements this time.
Character identity: Victor, a member of the Saigon press corps
Return mission: shoot four volumes of film, draw up your own theme, kill at least three friendly troops, escape from the prison camp and survive with your teammates until you are rescued.
Skill restrictions: The more difficult language is temporarily deprived
I learned the special code!
Amid Wei Ran's dissatisfied mutterings, a strong white light hit his face, and he also saw something that could be used this time. However, as each thing passed by his eyes, he broke into a cold sweat.
Silver flask, pen, 1911 pistol and blues harmonica, paratrooper gravity knife, British army water bottle, the Nikon SP camera that was used in the last operation Dongfeng, and the Ithaca that was obtained at the same time as this camera
37 shotgun.
"Gulu"
Wei Ran swallowed hard in the fading white light. Just from the number of props provided, he vaguely realized that this time might not be so easy.
Before he could mentally prepare himself, he heard the sound of music, singing, and the harsh sound of hooligan whistles mixed with the cheers.
At the same time, he also felt the hot and humid temperature around him, as well as various indescribable smells mixed in the humid air.
Finally, when the white light completely faded and he regained his vision, he discovered that there was a stage less than one meter away in front of him.
At this time, on the stage that was as high as the chest, there were three beautiful short-haired girls with black hair and yellow skin, wearing similar cheongsams, but with the slit above the hip bones, dancing to the loud music.
, while singing songs mixed with slang and English words.
"Hey! Those cock-licking kittens aren't even wearing underwear! God!"
While Wei Ran was stunned, a white soldier next to him who was missing a front tooth for some reason shouted loudly, "Victor! Victor! Did you see it?"
"I saw..."
Wei Ran nodded subconsciously. He had indeed seen it, and because of the angle, he could probably see it more clearly than the other party.
But at the same time, he also saw some cordial greetings written in English and Chinese on the two banners above the stage.
This fucking performance is actually a performance showing condolences to the labor force! And it’s also pornographic!
Wei Ran looked at the three cheongsams in front of him, and an even more outrageous hypothesis popped into his mind.
What the hell if it were to be put in a shed at a big fair in my hometown in the countryside, the ticket price would not be more than 15 yuan per person and the children would have to be kicked out before the performance could take place?
But look around again. There are hundreds or even thousands of American soldiers surrounding here. Some of them further back are standing on the roof of the truck cab. Their skin ranges from black to white, and more than half of them are holding various weapons.
There are various types of cameras, and the other half is holding various types of telescopes.
Look at the guy next to me who is missing a front tooth. This guy’s crotch is so big that it can fit into a tent!
