In the city of Beirut, which is about to be completely shrouded in darkness, Wei Ran, who has already taken off his surgical clothes, is walking in the shadows of the ruined streets that have lost power supply, patiently searching for his favorite prey.
Avoiding the refugees who were looking for food in the ruins, looking for clothing and fuel to keep warm and cook, or still looking for missing relatives, the buildings around him were becoming more and more dilapidated. In these buildings that could already be called ruins, it proved that they were still
There are fewer and fewer human presences.
Finally, when he was about to turn a corner, he noticed the soldiers patrolling in line diagonally opposite, as well as three pickup trucks parked not far away that served as firepower fortresses, as well as the machine guns mounted on the pickup trucks, and the
A row of halogen headlights on the roof of a car's cab that are not turned on.
Hiding in the shadow of the ruins, Wei Ran patiently observed the patrol routes of the militants.
Five minutes, ten minutes, twenty minutes, when the group of four armed men crossed the T-junction for the fifth time, he also figured out the opponent's route of action.
The three pickup trucks at the corner of the street were their focal point. In the space enclosed by tent cloth behind the three pickup trucks, a bonfire was lit for warmth, and laughter and laughter that he could not understand could be heard inside.
In addition to these people guarding the pickup truck, there were four other armed men patrolling back and forth along the other two intersections on both sides of the T-junction.
In addition, there is a three-person team patrolling along the T-shaped intersection in the direction from which Wei Ran came. These three people also only patrol to the next intersection and then turn back.
The patrol route seemed strict, but Wei Ran knew clearly that unless there were well-trained regular troops, these militiamen would definitely get into trouble by the middle of the night.
I just don’t know if the searchlights on the car will be turned on when the sky darkens completely. This is unknown, but it is also a huge trouble.
I have to go back to celebrate Edelweiss's birthday, but I don't have time to stay with you until midnight.
Wei Ran muttered secretly, walked to the intersection at the end of the "T-shaped" patrol route, and lay down in the shadow of a burned-out car wreckage with only its iron shell left.
Not long after, as the footsteps got closer and closer, the patrol team of only three people came back from a distance with flashlights in hand.
Much earlier than Wei Ran expected, this time they did not go to the intersection and shine the flashlight in other directions as they did at the beginning, but turned around and started walking back.
Wei Ran, who was lying in the shadow, shook his head helplessly, turned over, and walked gently along the road that had been cleared of large pieces of broken bricks in advance.
He easily wrapped the neck of the last militant with the slip-knot made in advance. While Wei Ran grasped the choke wire and tightened it with one hand, he pressed his pistol against his chin with his other hand and at the same time put his feet on
A gentle kick on the socket of his knee easily made the man lose his balance, allowing him to gently lower him to the ground.
After glancing at the cedar badge that was vaguely visible on the opponent's chest, Wei Ran no longer had any scruples, put away his pistol and easily broke the man's neck.
Taking off the choke wire as quickly as possible, Wei Ran clung to the two people who were still chatting like a ghost again. The scalpel in his hand reached the neck of the soldier in front and slid it hard, followed closely by using
The other hand covered the wound on the neck to prevent too much blood from flowing out, allowing the still twitching corpse to weaken at its feet and lose the ability to walk upright.
Before he fell to the ground, Wei Ran had already thrown down the soldier in front of him who seemed to be about to turn around after hearing the noise. He held a pistol with a silencer in his hand full of blood, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at him.
It hit his back.
At the same time, he would use his other hand to remove the choker tied with a slip knot around his neck, put it around the man's neck and pull hard, while at the same time kicking his kneecap.
"Do you speak English?" Wei Ran asked while helping the other party turn off the flashlight.
Seeing that this man was only struggling and trying to get the AK rifle on his shoulder, Wei Ran shook his head regretfully, hugged his head and broke his spine with a "bang" sound.
After dragging the three corpses to the roadside, Wei Ran took off the uniform of one of the corpses and put it on him as quickly as possible, put on the opponent's helmet, picked up an AK rifle with a bayonet, and
Holding a flashlight, he strutted towards the T-intersection where three pickup trucks were parked.
Under his deliberate control, when he returned to the T-intersection and walked around the back of the pickup truck, the four-man patrol was still walking forward with its back to him.
As he got closer, he could see clearly that behind the three vehicles, in the space enclosed by canvas, there were only two armed men sitting by the campfire smoking and heating food. Not to mention taking away their weapons.
It's in my hand, not even on my hand, but on the bed of a pickup truck.
The one of the two armed men who was facing him from the side saw him approaching with a flashlight, and he enthusiastically picked up his coffee cup and said hello.
Although he didn't understand what the other party was saying, it didn't delay Wei Ran at all. He raised his gun and stabbed his chest with a bayonet that was not sharp but was lethal enough.
Wei Ran simply let go of the unloaded rifle in his hand. When the mug held by the militant with his back turned to him fell to the ground, Wei Ran grabbed his neck and pulled hard.
"Click"
With a crisp snapping sound, before the militant could even open the buckle of the pistol holster at his waist, his body went limp and he was forced off the line.
Pulling out the rifle that was still stuck in the corpse's chest, Wei Ran touched the corpse, took out a pack of cigarettes and a wad of shekel banknotes, and pulled out three more Huaxia 56s from the chest hanging.
AK magazine.
He randomly stuffed these things into his pockets, and as for the body, he temporarily stuffed it under the car.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He used his feet to gather the soil around the campfire together to cover the small amount of blood and spilled coffee. He also sat down on the body.
While sitting, he took out the kettle from the metal book and placed it at his feet. Then he picked up the coffee pot and poured all the steaming coffee into the kettle.
Before the four patrolling soldiers returned, he put away the water bottle and plundered another corpse whose neck was broken by him as quickly as possible.
There was a 1911 pistol with almost worn rifling on the waist of this corpse, and three Uzi submachine gun magazines filled with bullets in the ammunition pouch on the chest.
Apart from these scraps of metal that he may or may not be able to use, the only things that are still valuable are a large gold ring on the finger of the corpse and a TC600 electronic watch produced by Casio.
Without any psychological pressure, he took off all the gold rings and electronic watches and put them into his pocket. After placing the corpse in the pose of a meditator, he turned to look at the weapons placed on the bed of the pickup truck.
There was an AK47 rifle with a folding stock and an Uzi submachine gun with a folding stock. In addition, there were several boxes of 14.5 mm anti-aircraft machine gun ammunition, 12.7 mm caliber NATO machine gun ammunition, and a Soviet rocket launcher.
In the innermost part of the car, there is a generator and two 20-liter oil drums.
The other two pickup trucks carried a single-barreled 14.5mm anti-aircraft machine gun, a Laoganma, and more supporting ammunition.
Before I had time to see what was in the pickup truck, the patrol also came over from a distance.
Seeing this, Wei Ran also prepared his clothes again, picked up the mug on the ground and put it to his mouth to pose.
Just as he expected, the four people didn't stop at all, they just walked forward.
Upon seeing this, Wei Ran quietly stood up, raised the pistol with the silencer in one hand and the flashlight in the other, and pulled the trigger repeatedly towards the backs of the four people.
Thanks to the excellent performance of later silencers and the frequent firefights in the distance, the four people were shot in the back of the head one after another before they could react, and the gunshots did not attract any attention.
Putting away the gun, Wei Ran looked around, left the warm campfire, and walked to the four corpses that had fallen into a ball. He first bent down and turned off the fallen flashlight, then took off their weapons in the dark, and then took them
They carried them one by one to the edge of the bonfire and started searching by the light of the fire.
This time, his search was even more thorough. Not only did he take off the bloodless uniforms and various Soviet or Chinese-style chest hangings from several corpses, he even cut off large sections of any tattoos that could identify their identities.
Come down and throw it into the bonfire.
Finally, he put the corpse's head into the bonfire and burned it beyond recognition. Then he took the trouble to carry the corpse to the second floor of a ruin in the distance.
After taking a breath, he stripped the three corpses that he had killed in the initial ambush and carried them here, removing any useful things or things that could identify themselves, and also gave them an "insulting pigeon gift."
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This was not over yet. He dipped a ball of clothes in the still warm blood and sent a sincere blessing in German Hebrew on the wall next to the place where the body was dumped: Hi! Jutah!
Wei Ran returned to the campfire and checked the cabs of the three vehicles. However, Wei Ran was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he took out his Black Panther vest and filled all the magazines of the Bayi Bar with bullets, and then
He also stuffed the four grenades he just intercepted into the ammunition bag.
After all the hard work just now, the requirement of collecting 150 rounds of ammunition in the language task was definitely exceeded.
He even had a lot of bullets now, but what surprised him was that this time he still didn't feel the indescribable feeling of brain downtime.
Could it be a benefit after being promoted to major? Wei Ran speculated in hindsight, but he did not delay at all to replenish the pistol magazine with bullets.
Not to mention this, a greedy historian, Doctors Without Borders and internationalist fighters took out the oil barrels in the metal book and packed a large barrel full of fuel for use back home.
Glancing at the electronic watch he just picked up on his wrist, he stuck an extra grenade in the ammunition box, and used the nylon spool on the Black Panther's vest to pull an accompanying hairline hidden in the canvas curtain.
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"There are still eight places left, so you have to be more confident when you change shifts."
Wei Ran muttered one last word, took off his uniform, wrapped all the useful items he had just taken off in two Arab kerchiefs, threw them over his shoulders and walked back.
When he cleaned up the traces and returned to the hospital, it was already 9:30 pm.
"boom!"
Almost at the same time he stepped into the hospital, a dull explosion came from the far distance behind him.
Subconsciously turning around, the night sky, which was extremely dark due to the power outage, was dyed a beautiful red color by the explosion just now.
"If I don't get dizzy, I don't know if Minato has collected enough 20..."
Wei Ran muttered secretly, slowly took off his dirty rubber gloves and threw them away. After looking around to make sure that no one noticed or followed him, he walked to the garage door and gently knocked on the lock.
of iron gate.
Almost at the same time as his knuckles hit the iron door, he heard the sewing machine nervously ask, "Who is it?"
"It's me, the veterinarian." Wei Ran replied softly.
Before he finished speaking, the small door on the iron door was opened from the inside. Immediately afterwards, Wei Ran was grabbed by the shoulders with two hands on the left and right and "pulled" in.
"Are you OK?"
Without waiting for the iron door behind him to be closed, or for the iron bucket that was upside down on the kerosene lamp to be removed, the cradle immediately asked. At the same time, Edelweiss, who had just made the same effort to pull him in, also started to
Check it out.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "It's okay, I just went to buy some things."
As Wei Ran spoke, he also put down the baggage he was carrying and gently stopped Edelweiss.
At the same time, Ed also completely opened the iron bucket that was upside down on the kerosene lamp, and the garage was illuminated as bright as day.
"What did you go to buy?" Edelweiss subconsciously looked at the bulging furoshiki.
"Some miscellaneous stuff"
Wei Ran glanced at the three extremely nervous colleagues in front of him and said with a smile, "I'm really fine. Let the children rest. By the way, I hope I didn't miss the birthday party."
"My birthday party is over"
Edelweiss snorted angrily, "But I left you your share of the cake."
Before Wei Ran could say anything, Sewing Machine was the first to hear the meaning of Wei Ran's words, and immediately called Ed and his sister Lama back to rest.
"What on earth did you do?"
Sewing Machine waited until the Ed brothers and sisters got into the tent respectively, and then asked in a low voice. He even deliberately signaled that everyone should stay in the space in front of the car and not go towards the back of the car.
"Bought some things from the local black market"
Wei Ran's lies came as soon as he opened his mouth, but he also opened the baggage he brought back with great frankness and displayed the things he brought back.
There were only four sets of uniforms with cedar badges, four helmets, three sets of various chest straps, a few flashlights, spare batteries and cigarettes he found in the pickup truck, but there were no weapons.
He knew clearly that his three colleagues would not be armed.
"Are you crazy? Where did you get these things?" Cradle asked with a pale face.
"I bought it on the local black market," Wei Ran said, looking at Edelweiss, "and exchanged it for some red wine."
"Why did you buy these Falangist clothes?" Edelweiss asked.
"If necessary, we can change into these clothes, which may make us safer." Wei Ran explained naturally, "We are not going to join the Falange anyway."
This seemed to be a reasonable-sounding reason, and the three people in front of them looked at each other as if they were convinced.
"Speaking of which, vet, are you planning to evacuate tomorrow?" Sewing Machine changed the subject.
"What are your plans?" Wei Ran threw the question back.
"We don't plan to leave," the three said in unison, "We want to stay."
"Then I'll stay," Wei Ran said simply.
Hearing this, the three sewing machines looked at each other and smiled again. Edelweiss even said, "It seems that we can continue to work together tomorrow. Veterinarian, go take a bath quickly. I have sent your toiletries to the bathroom for you in advance."
In addition, I also left a piece of cake for you, so we can continue to have a drink later, just like yesterday."
"My pleasure"
Wei Ran pretended to take off his hat, passed through the gap between the ambulance and the wall, then passed through the small door, lit a candle and walked towards the bathroom.
He didn't know that behind him, Edelweiss had bent down and picked up a square scarf.
Under the dazzling light of the gas lamp, the three adults could clearly see that there was a dark red blood stain on the scarf that had not yet dried up.
After taking a long breath, the cradle said, "I'm going to get the hydrogen peroxide."
"It seems that the explosion just now may have something to do with Mr. Dongfeng," the sewing machine joked helplessly.
"Hasn't he been with us since get off work?"
Edelweiss asked while flipping through the clothes Wei Ran brought back, "He even gave me a beautiful birthday gift."
“You’re right”
Sewing Machine shrugged, picked up a pack of cigarettes that Wei Ran brought back, took out one, lit it, took a puff, and asked in a serious tone, "Edelweiss, do you really want to stay?"
"Or is there a way you can convince Rama and the others to leave with me?"
Edelweiss asked, "Or, do you have a way to get all the wounded and refugees out of here?"
"I'm just a doctor, not Aladdin's magic lamp." The sewing machine reminded him in a dumbfounded voice, but at the same time he also understood the Austrian girl's determination.
"In this case, I can only stay."
While Edelweiss was talking, she had already wrapped the clothes, chest pendants and other items in a kerchief again, and said while walking towards the back of the car, "I am not Aladdin's magic lamp, so all I can do is stay.
Try to save as many people as possible. Whether they are refugees, Falangists, or damned Jews."
Having said this, Edelweiss took the small bottle of hydrogen peroxide that the cradle had just found from the car and put it into his pocket, complaining, "If my grandfather had started working hard to kill all the Jews when he was as young as me.
People, maybe we don’t have to work so hard now.”
While complaining, Edelweiss also passed through the small door leading to the backyard.
In the brightly lit garage, Cradle and her husband looked at each other and spread their hands in unison.
"I discovered that Edelweiss and veterinary medicine are broken," said the sewing machine helplessly.
"But they are all righteous people at heart"
Cradle took the cigarette and lighter from her husband, lit a cigarette, raised her head and blew out a beautiful smoke ring, then said in Greek, "It's just that the expression of justice is different."
"I hope their justice will not cause trouble." The sewing machine shook its head helplessly, and then blew out a beautiful smoke ring.
While the couple was busy blowing bubbles at the front of the car, Wei Ran had already covered himself with soap foam.
On the other side of the small courtyard, Edelweiss also used the light of candle lights to carefully apply hydrogen peroxide to the remaining old and new blood stains on the clothes that Wei Ran brought back.
Not long after, Wei Ran finished taking a shower, put on the clean clothes he had prepared for himself, walked out of the bathroom, and returned to the garage where the kerosene gas lamp had been extinguished.
At this time, the only radio in the garage was still placed on the table at the rear of the ambulance, playing French news, and the only light source came from the candle light hanging on the rearview mirror of the ambulance.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Seeing this, Wei Ran walked over, opened the passenger door and got in like last night.
Before he could close the car door, Edelweiss, who had been waiting here for a long time, also picked up a glass of wine that had been filled in advance and handed it to him.
Without closing the door either, Wei Ran took the wine glass and touched it lightly with the other person, then brought it to his mouth and took a sip.
"This is your share of the cake."
Edelweiss pointed to the hood between the two and said in German. In addition to a corner of the Sacher cake, this storage tray also had a chocolate ball on it.
"I was worried that you would be injured when you came back, so I cut the cake in advance on the pretext of letting the children rest early."
Edelweiss curled up on the seat, put her feet on the open window of the car door and said, "Besides, I found blood, fresh blood, on the Falangist uniforms you brought back."
"It seems I didn't check it thoroughly," Wei Ran said with a sincere apology.
"I've washed it off with hydrogen peroxide for you."
Edelweiss clinked glasses with Wei Ran again, "I don't mean to blame you, I'm just... just curious about what kind of person you are?"
"What kind of person do you think I am?" Wei Ran asked nonchalantly, taking a sip of red wine.
"Is he someone like Carlos the Jackal?" When Edelweiss said this, not only was there no fear at all, but there was a smile and expectation that could not be hidden.
"I'm really sorry to disappoint you. I'm neither a killer nor that radical." Wei Ran said, clinking the goblets in his hands with the other party again.
"I should be glad that you are not someone like Mr. Carlos." Edelweiss pretended to be exaggeratedly relieved, and then took a sip of wine.
"You really don't plan to leave?" Wei Ran asked unwillingly.
"I was really scared"
Edelweiss brought the cake to Wei Ran, and while waiting for the latter to take it, continued, "But now is not the time to leave."
"All right..."
Wei Ran took a bite of the sweet cake and said, "Xue... no, Clara, happy birthday."
"Thanks"
Edelweiss replied with a smile on her face, "Thank you for your blessing, and of course, thank you for your gift. I like it very much."
"Can I ask what your birthday wish is?" Wei Ran asked curiously as he took his second bite of cake.
"Is world peace too difficult?" Edelweiss asked happily.
"It's indeed too difficult," Wei Ran couldn't help but say.
"Then I hope that all the 8 Lestans and the refugees in the border can live a happy life." The young and optimistic Edelweiss simply compromised with a birthday wish that didn't sound so difficult to come true.
"I hope your wish will come true"
With his mouth full of cake, Wei Ran muttered vaguely, "I hope so."
"What are you mumbling?" Edelweiss looked at Wei Ran strangely.
"I said, your wish will definitely come true."
Wei Ran raised his head and responded with a smile, "It may take a long time, but it will definitely come true."
"If only I could have Aladdin's magic lamp."
Edelweiss clinked glasses with Wei Ran again in a whimsical way, "When the time comes, I must let him fulfill my birthday wish, the wish for world peace."
"Where are the other two wishes?" Wei Ran asked casually, following the topic.
"First of all, I hope the magic lamp can grant me three wishes every day."
The greedy Edelweiss said and shook the cup, "I haven't thought about the third wish yet, what about you? What wish do you have?"
"me..."
Wei Ran was stunned for a moment and sighed with great regret, "I hope some people can survive and survive in a world of world peace."
"If the djinn hears our wishes, I'm afraid he will hide in the oil lamp for the rest of his life and never come out..."
Edelweiss murmured to herself, clinked glasses with Wei Ran again, and poured the remaining wine into her mouth.
"yes..."
Wei Ran muttered the same thing and poured the remaining wine in the cup into his mouth.
