Chapter 1464 The ensemble of the anti-war Golden Teeth Band
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?”
After saying this, Robert and Clint looked at each other, and the latter sighed, "We have also paid attention to this matter, which is one of the reasons why we are willing to come here. You wait a moment, I will get my hands on
The evidence is in the car."
Before he finished speaking, and before Wei Ran, who had originally planned to follow him, spoke, the phone in the room rang.
"Victor, help me answer the phone."
As he spoke, Angus had picked up the guitar again and said while strumming the strings, "If it's that bastard Zach who's calling, ask him to come over immediately."
"good"
Wei Ran glanced at Clint, who was leaning his upper body into their car and turning around not far away, then turned and walked into the room and picked up the phone.
"Hello, this is..."
"I'm Zach!"
As soon as the call was connected, Zach on the other end of the phone shouted anxiously before Wei Ran finished speaking, "Quick! Run! Robert and Clint are the ones who killed Team T..."
"Da da da!"
Before Zach could finish his words, Wei Ran had already dropped the phone and swooped to avoid the bullets fired into the window from the M3A1 submachine gun that suddenly appeared in Clint's hand!
"boom!"
Just at this moment, a gunshot and a scream were heard from right next to the window.
"Are you crazy! What are you going to do?" Angus, who seemed to have been shot, yelled while holding back the pain.
"Of course to solve your troubles"
Before Robert finished speaking, he had already taken the M3A1 submachine gun that Clint handed to him and loaded the bullet skillfully.
"Da da da!"
The dense bullets forced Wei Ran, who was just about to show up, into the bedroom where he was hiding.
Without pausing at all, he turned around and rushed towards the bedroom window, jumped out neatly and rolled forward.
When he turned around, he also had an Ithaca 37 shotgun in his hand!
"Bang!"
Wei Ran fired a bullet at Clint who was about to emerge from the side of the house, then he loaded a new bullet while getting up, and then pulled the trigger again towards the bedroom window!
"Bang!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After the second gunshot, Robert, who had already reached the bedroom door with a submachine gun, was also forced in.
"Click"
Wei Ran fired the third shotgun and quickly circled the wooden house to close the distance with Angus.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
Under his fire attack, Robert, who was hiding in the room, was so suppressed that he couldn't even lift his head.
Looking at Angus, who was holding an arm covered with blood, Wei Ran hung the shotgun around his neck, sending the last few bullets into the magazine with his right hand and holding the gorgeous shotgun with his left hand.
The 1911 pistol shot Robert twice in the room, who seemed to have just been hit in the butt by a shotgun.
"Drop your weapons and raise your hands!"
Just as he put the last shell into the shotgun magazine, Clint's voice came from the distance.
When he turned around, he immediately saw Clint aiming the submachine gun at Angus, "Otherwise I will shoot."
"You drive...uh!"
Wei Ran, who originally planned to shoot without caring about Angus' life or death, couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, and a cloud of blood mist exploded from the left elbow where he originally held the gun!
Just as the pistol held in his left hand fell to the ground, he also looked in the direction of the bullet.
At the edge of the farm less than a hundred meters away, someone was standing there holding a gun.
When Wei Ran looked over, the man wearing a cowboy hat and covering his face even waved enthusiastically in response.
"Da da da!"
Amid the piercing gunshots, Wei Ran felt his abdomen and right hand holding the shotgun heat up. Then he felt severe pain again. The Ithaca 37 shotgun that had been loaded also fell with a bang.
On the ground.
Beside Angus, Clint, who had just fired at the guard, took out the empty magazine of the submachine gun in his hand, slowly replaced it with a new magazine wrapped with tape, and said, "You shouldn't cause trouble for George.
, he’s about to become... poof!”
Before he could finish his words, his body went limp, a cloud of blood mist erupted from his body, and he simply fell next to Angus.
"Da da da!"
Wei Ran finally heard a series of vague gunshots this time, but after the gunshots, Angus's hand was just about to touch the gun Clint dropped, and a ball of blood mist burst out from his wrist.
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After a while, the short man holding a gun in the distance walked in slowly.
At this point, Wei Ran also noticed that the opponent was holding a silenced M3A1 submachine gun.
"Wild Boar George?" Wei Ran recognized him at a glance.
"Bingo!"
The short man wearing a cowboy hat and mask snapped his fingers, walked to Wei Ran and took a look, "Where is Zach? That troublesome reporter is not here?"
"'Miss' George, do you want to avenge your Mr. Blood?"
Angus grinned his big gold anti-war teeth and taunted loudly, "I've seen photos of you wearing stockings and having your ass fucked by Brad. Those photos were very sexy, and you can even see bra tattoos on your butt.
Virtue's name.
I also heard that the black man who took the blame for you also played with your ass..."
"Where are those negatives?" George grabbed Angus by the collar and asked fiercely.
"Who knows?"
Angus laughed wantonly, "Who knows where those negatives are, maybe they have been sent to newspapers and TV stations?
Don’t worry, I am also involved. You will see the photos of me torturing those female Charlies and the photos of you abusing those children in the newspapers."
Hearing this, George showed a bright and contagious smile, gently leaned Angus against the pillar in the corridor, then picked up Wei Ran's shotgun that had just been filled with bullets, and pointed it at Colin first.
He pulled the trigger at the spot where Te's body was shot, firing two bullets, and then pointed the gun at Wei Ran.
"Where is Zach?" George asked seriously, "And those negatives, where did you hide them?"
"In your loose asshole"
Wei Ran, who was leaning against the door frame, tried to take out the paratrooper knife from the metal book to no avail. He wiped the corner of his mouth with his arm and covered the wound on his stomach with the same wanton taunt, "Don't let me catch you, otherwise
I will shoot a red smoke bomb into your asshole, we agreed at the beginning."
Hearing this, George wiped the blood on his gloves on Wei Ran's chest, picked up the silenced M3A1 again, pulled the trigger at Angus and fired the bullet.
After wiping the gun carefully, George took Wei Ran's hand and asked him to hold the gun. At the same time, he kept saying, "The things on the battlefield are over, so you can't just shut up."
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Everyone is involved in those things, how can you shamelessly blame them all on me? You bugs are just jealous that I was elected to the House of Representatives!"
"But that's okay"
George picked up Wei Ran's shotgun again and pointed the muzzle at the latter's chest, "Soon all of you will shut up, including..."
"Heh-bah!"
Wei Ran used up his last breath of strength and spat a mouthful of blood-stained phlegm accurately into George's mouth. Then with a happy face, he let the strong white light sweep over his whole body and the whole world when the gunfire rang out.
Why doesn’t it hurt to pee again this time?
When the white light replaced the pain all over his body, Wei Ran couldn't help but become nervous. At the same time, he subconsciously clenched his fists and tensed his nerves.
However, when the white light faded, he found himself standing under a thick banyan tree.
The last time I came here, this banyan tree had lost all its leaves, but it was also covered with the charred corpses of medical workers.
But at this moment, the corpses hanging around the banyan tree are gone, and only the sign written in English and Yuehan language is still hanging on the aerial roots and floating in the wind, as if...as if it were a joke.
But what made him secretly think something bad was that there was an M79 grenade launcher hanging next to the sign.
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Shell casing bells hung from the ankles of prisoners of war.
"Just follow what they said before they were alive and bury them here."
Just as he was stunned, the voice of the guerrilla or journalist who called himself Charlie and whose hometown name was Mengzhen came from not far away.
Following the sound, Wei Ran's breath froze as he looked over. Two pits that were not too deep or too wide had been dug there.
On the edge of the pit, lying on two stretchers were Ruan Qingcha, whose face was bloodless and his eyes were lifeless, and Li Youfu, whose body was mutilated. There was also a machine hanging on his chest. Broken Konica half frame camera.
Not far from this pit, in addition to Charlie and his wife, who are obviously much older, there are two children, but...but of those two children, one of them looks normal.
But the other one can be described as bizarre.
He didn't even have eyes or eyebrows on his face, and even his nose was just two black holes with snot hanging from his nose. However, his mouth was extraordinarily big, so big that it made people feel extremely uncomfortable just by looking at it. fear.
The war was over, but Agent Orange... was just beginning to take effect...
Under Wei Ran's helpless gaze, several people dressed as guerrillas symbolically spread a few green banana leaves in the pit, and then wrapped the bodies of Li Youfu and Ruan Qingcha in thick rainproof cloths. He was carried into the pit.
There was no farewell ceremony, no pause, and even Wei Ran had no time to take a photo of Li Youfu and Nguyen Thanh Cha.
The guerrillas hurriedly filled the pit, then brought a stone only the size of a thermos bottle, and roughly carved a vague Vietnamese word with a bayonet, "Brother and sister Ruan".
"Is that it?" Not far away, Meng Zhen's wife asked in a low voice in English.
"So be it"
Meng Meng sighed and gently stroked the cameras hanging around her neck, "It's time for us to go back to our hometown, and then send the cameras to the American reporter. I hope he... I hope he still remembers his American friends. "
"Those two children..." The confused wife glanced at the two children not far away.
"Take them back together," Menglong sighed, "Let's raise them together with our children."
"Then take it back to your old home."
The confused wife also sighed, "Unfortunately, we don't know where those negatives are hidden, otherwise..."
"Look for it slowly in the future. You can always find it. Maybe the American knows about it."
Before Meng Lu finished speaking, Wei Ran's eyes once again glowed with a rich white light.
