At the accident scene, the disgraced Wei Ran waited for Edelweiss to crawl out first, then picked up the titanium alloy pistol from the same era as himself, took a few deep breaths and put it back into the metal book.
Trembling, he took out his cigarette case, lit a cigarette and took a few puffs. Trembling, Wei Ran picked up the bullet casing and put it into his pocket. He picked up the heavy jack and crawled out of this place with a flashlight. He didn't even want to at this moment.
Leave the small space.
He didn't know how to face the questioning of the sewing machine and the cradle after climbing out, he didn't know how to face Dalal and Hanward, and he didn't know how to face Rama.
But in the end, he climbed out of the narrow triangular hole and let the dazzling sunlight shine on his face, causing him to squint his eyes.
Before he could react, Rama, who was waiting at the entrance of the cave, had already stretched out his hand towards him.
Subconsciously, he reached out and held the other's bruised little hand together. In a sense, Wei Ran was pulled out of the hole by the other party.
"Rama..."
"I don't blame you. Neither my brother nor I blame you."
Rama hugged Wei Ran, who was half-kneeling by the narrow entrance, and kissed his dusty face hard, "Thank you for ending the pain of my brother Ed, Allah will bless him, Allah
I will also bless you.”
"I..."
"I'm going to work. The boy you rescued is still alive. Mr. Sewing Machine and Mrs. Cradle are operating on him."
Rama pointed to the tent while reporting the good news, then turned to look at Wei Ran, "Also, mom asked you to go to the cab. She said she wanted to have a drink with you."
"I..."
"I really don't blame you. None of us blame you. Okay, I'm going to work."
Rama, who clearly had tears in his eyes, stood on tiptoes and hugged Wei Ran again, then helped him take off the helmet he lent him and put it on his head.
Under Wei Ran's watch, Rama ran into the tent that was filled with the smell of blood, holding his helmet with one hand and the Polaroid hanging around his neck with the other.
Almost immediately, the old man who had gone to Wei Ran and the others for help came over, helped Wei Ran up, hugged him hard, and patted him on the shoulder.
Taking a deep breath, Wei Ran calmed down, walked towards the front of the car, opened the passenger door and got in.
At this time, Edelweiss was sitting in the driver's seat. On the steering wheel in front of her, she was wearing an Arab kerchief with a wedding ring and a grenade ring. On the hood between the driver's and passenger's seats, there were also stacks of Edelweiss.
Moral clothes.
"We agreed to have a drink together last night."
Edelweiss said, leaning forward and taking out two goblets from the mesh bag above her head, and then took out the wine bottle Wei Ran gave her as a birthday gift from the inner pocket of her leather jacket.
"You just had a blood transfusion, it's best not to drink."
Wei Ran's kind reminder did not make Edelweiss stop what she was doing. Soon, she evenly poured the few golden millet wine in the jug into two goblets.
“Just one cup”
Edelweiss said and handed one of the wine glasses to Wei Ran, "In this place where there is no tomorrow, we don't seem to have to worry too much about our health."
Wei Ran sighed silently, took the wine glass and touched it lightly with the other party.
"Ed had expected this."
Edelweiss took a sip of the spicy wine and said, "This is not the first time he has gone into the ruins to rescue the wounded. He has long known that he will die here. Every child, including Rama, knows this clearly.
thing.
I want to say that this is not their fate, it is just their choice."
"I..."
"You must have a lot of secrets."
Edelweiss looked out the window and said almost confidently, "I can see that you are in pain because of killing Ed, but it's not just because of this that you want to commit suicide, right?"
"I..."
"Can you give me a cigarette?"
Edelweiss drank up the wine in the glass in two or two gulps, wrapped the glass in newspaper and put it back to its original position while asking, "I want to try the taste of cigarettes. Maybe I will die here too, so
I want to try it."
Wei Ran opened his mouth weakly, and Wei Ran also drank the millet wine in the goblet in one gulp, then took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out and gave it to the other party.
"Ahem!"
As expected, Edelweiss just took a sip and choked until he coughed repeatedly. Then he just imitated Wei Ran and put the cigarette on the steering wheel with his fingers, but he refused to take another puff.
"Want to tell your secret?" Edelweiss asked, stroking the scarf tied to the steering wheel, "I will keep it secret for you, maybe I will die tomorrow."
"What do you want to know?" Wei Ran took a long puff of cigarette and asked, turning his face toward the open car window and blowing out a cloud of smoke.
"What about your true identity?"
Edelweiss looked at Wei Ran's sideways face and asked, "Neither the veterinarian nor Mr. Dongfeng, nor even the name 'Victor' you used when introducing yourself, is your true identity, right?"
Seeing that Wei Ran was silent, Edelweiss blew the cigarette between her fingers and waited for the ashes to fall before continuing to ask, "How about at least telling me which country you are from and what your name is? Are you a recruiter? Or are you?
..."
"Huaxia, I'm from Huaxia."
Wei Ran turned his head and looked at the other person, "My Chinese name is Wei Ran."
"Wei Ran?"
Edelweiss repeated Wei Ran's name over and over again, and then asked subconsciously, "You have participated in many wars, right?"
"I..."
Wei Ran sighed, took a long puff of cigarette, flicked the cigarette butt away, then reached out and gently took away the cigarette from the other person's fingers, "When I first participated in the war, I didn't know how to smoke like you."
"Then what?" Edelweiss curled up her legs on the seat and hugged them with both hands.
"Nothing, nothing more."
Wei Ran trembled uncontrollably, took a long puff of cigarette, changed the subject and asked, "That scarf..."
"It was left by Ed and Lamar's parents."
Edelweiss explained, "In order to protect them, their father used grenades to kill those who wanted to harm them. The pair of wedding rings, the grenade pull tabs dropped by his father, and this Arab scarf are theirs."
The only relics left to them by their parents."
Opening his mouth, Wei Ran was about to say something when he heard the shout of a sewing machine coming from the tent at the back of the car, "Veterinarian, I don't want to disturb you, but if you have no problem, come over with Edelweiss and help.
The baby needs surgery on both legs!"
In the cab, Wei Ran and Edelweiss looked at each other, opened the car door in unison, and ran quickly to the operating room at the back of the car.
"Are you really okay?" Edelweiss finally asked while helping Wei Ran change into surgical clothes.
"I'm fine." Wei Ran nodded, "I won't let Ed die in vain."
Hearing this, Edelweiss didn't say anything else, but before helping him put on the surgical clothes, he suddenly took off his mask, stood on tiptoes and gave Wei Ran a passionate kiss that caught Wei Ran off guard.
"So this is what kissing feels like"
Edelweiss muttered and put on the mask again, "Remember your promise, don't let Ed die in vain."
"well"
While Wei Ran put on the mask, he subconsciously licked the teeth that had just been hit.
There was no time to judge whether this sudden kiss was a reward, an encouragement or a comfort. The dressed Wei Ran also stood beside Edelweiss on the edge of the operating table, responsible for the other leg of the rescued young man.
There are still several steel bars on his leg. If the steel bars as thick as a finger move through the skin, a surge of blood will flow out.
Fortunately, right next to this young man, there was a man who looked to be in his twenties or thirties and was giving him a blood transfusion.
Behind this man, there were several other people who seemed to be queuing up to give him a blood transfusion. The people responsible for this were Dalal and Rama, who had no time to grieve.
Looking at Edelweiss, whose face and neck still seemed to be a deep red, Wei Ran took the scalpel handed to him.
In the next hour or nearly two hours, the blood transfusion person changed one after another. Wei Ran and the sewing machine on the opposite side also took out steel bars one after another from the young man's legs, and carefully
The wounds and skin riddled with holes were sutured.
During this period, the excavation of the ruins continued, and from time to time, Edelweiss and Cradle had to be deployed to reopen an operating table to treat the seriously injured.
Finally, with the last wound sutured, the little boy with multiple fractures and puncture wounds on both legs was taken off the operating table and sent to the hospital by a stretcher team organized by Rama.
After treating several injured people in the backlog, they finally got a moment of respite, and the small generator at the front of the car finally stopped working temporarily.
However, the excavation and rescue work here has not stopped. They simply did not withdraw to the hospital and continue to wait for the injured here.
"Ed, he..."
"We all know it"
The sewing machine who had just taken off his surgical clothes gently patted Wei Ran on the shoulder, "Lama has already told me, veterinarian, no one here will blame you."
"I..." Wei Ran took a deep breath and said, "Thank you."
"Sir, it's our turn to thank you."
Rama generously gave him a warm hug again, but Wei Ran clearly noticed that unstoppable tears flowed from this little angel's cheek to his own. This child should obviously be the saddest,
The one who needs comfort the most.
Just at this time, the rumbling noise came from far away, and Weiran subconsciously tensed up his nerves. It was the unique sound of the crawler tracks rolling over the road!
Is it a tank?
Everyone subconsciously looked in the direction of the noise. Edelweiss, who had been deliberately avoiding Wei Ran just now, subconsciously led Rama and hid behind Wei Ran.
Just when Wei Ran was hesitating to instruct everyone to hide temporarily, at the intersection in the direction they came from, a yellow bulldozer in the style of an open-top tractor also turned and rumbled over.
Although they were far away, Wei Ran and others still noticed the off-road motorcycle held on the bucket of the bulldozer at a glance, and even noticed the iconic afro of the bulldozer driver.
It's a hot air balloon!
Everyone including Wei Ran recognized the person driving the bulldozer! At the same time, the hot air balloon driving the bulldozer also stood up and waved enthusiastically towards them.
"I thought this bastard had run away!" the cradle laughed and cursed.
"I have long said that he is more trustworthy than anyone else." The sewing machine said while waving towards the hot air balloon.
"But where did he get the bulldozer?" Edelweiss, who had just been hiding behind Wei Ran, also stuck out his head and asked strangely.
"He always has a way"
Sewing Machine clapped his hands and said, "Okay, let's quickly move a place for the tent and the ambulance."
After coming back to their senses, everyone immediately started working.
While the sanitary ware, sewing machine, and cradle were packing up the medical equipment, Edelweiss was the first to start the ambulance. In a rough style that was completely contrary to her temperament, she maneuvered the ambulance to flexibly give up the rescue space.
Immediately afterwards, the medical tent was lifted aside with the help of people around it and relocated to the back of the ambulance.
When the three people from Wei Ran, with the help of the children, brought the medical equipment over at once, even the stretcher cart that served as the operating table was lifted up by the people around and carried into the tent first.
At the same time, the hot air balloon also drove the bulldozer to the edge of the ruins. He hurriedly said hello to everyone, handed a backpack to the sewing machine, and then unhooked a few cardboard boxes from the hood of the bulldozer and handed them to Minato.
Hanward and Dalal came up with the cradle.
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Started to get busy.
With the help of the not-so-big bucket, and amid the cheers of the people around, the collapsed floors were either lifted or dragged away, and the wounded or corpses were removed one by one.
were carried out one after another - including Ed.
"Is that Ed? What happened?"
The hot air balloon screamed when he saw the body, jumped off the bulldozer and ran to Ed's body, shouting angrily, "Why is there...um on his head!"
The sewing machine that had just completed an operation covered his mouth in time, allowing him to swallow the second half of the sentence, and then explained it against his ear.
After a while, the hot air balloon strode to Wei Ran who was providing emergency treatment to the wounded. After he was done, he hugged him hard and patted his shoulder hard, "Thank you, my friend,
Thank you for everything you do.
I know it's difficult, but don't feel guilty. You and Ed saved two people together, and they will definitely go to heaven."
"Thanks"
Wei Ran, whose hands were covered with blood, was silent for a moment and said, "I will continue to rescue the wounded."
“Allah bless you”
The hot air balloon sent out a blessing in Arabic that Wei Ran could barely distinguish. Finally, he patted Wei Ran on the shoulder, turned around and climbed onto the bulldozer again.
Looking at each other at Edelweiss, Wei Ran walked to Ed's body, picked him up, and carried him into the shadow of the ambulance.
At the same time, Edelweiss and Rama also brought Ed's clothes from the cab to help him put them on.
Still without much communication, Wei Ran and Edelweiss turned around and walked towards the wounded who were being sent out one after another. One was conducting injury classification, one was conducting preliminary emergency treatment, and the other was once again taking on the role of translator, from time to time.
Yes, her immature but clear and powerful voice came out from the loudspeaker on the roof of the ambulance.
From daybreak until it got dark again, all the people who might still be alive in the collapsed building were finally rescued.
Of course, this is just speculation. They just dug out everything they could.
For areas that cannot be dug even with a single bulldozer, the only option is to give up or to use whatever is on hand to chip away at the extra-hard concrete bit by bit.
This is undoubtedly a job that requires patience and time, but the people buried underneath may not be able to wait. The survivors who have already cut off water, electricity, and food supplies, and are about to face massacre, probably cannot really complete this task.
Work.
But even so, the men, women, and children who spontaneously came from the surroundings to help did not give up. The bulldozer brought by the hot air balloon also did not turn off. Even Wei Ran and others did not leave from the beginning to the end.
At the edge of the ruins, Wei Ran waved the engineer shovel he took out from the metal book, shoveling away the broken bricks and tiles one by one, and with difficulty cleared out a small hole that could barely be drilled into.
Wearing wire cutters to clean out the surrounding steel bars, Wei Ran replaced the wire cutters with a flashlight like a multifunctional tool box.
However, when he directed the beam into this narrow hole, the first thing he saw was a child who was almost squeezed and deformed by the floor.
In her arms, she also held a stuffed doll that was also squeezed and deformed and filled with the blood of its little master.
Wei Ran sighed feebly, reached in with difficulty, helped the other person close his big, lifeless eyes, and then stood up unsteadily.
He knew that, at least in this direction, there would be no survivors.
"Is anyone alive?" a sewing machine not far away asked in a hoarse voice.
"No"
Wei Ran replied with the same hoarse voice, and at the same time, he wiped on a piece of concrete without leaving a trace, trying to wipe away the sticky and smelly blood on his hands.
"I don't have this direction either."
The sewing machine murmured to himself. After trying to lift a large piece of concrete to no avail, he sat down angrily and lit a cigarette tremblingly. "I dare to swear on my dad's barbecue restaurant that this is absolutely true."
It was not caused by unexploded bombs. What kind of unexploded bombs would suddenly explode at 4:30 in the morning!
Ha! Was that damn unexploded bomb awakened by urine?"
"Rama asked the people around him"
Wei Ran also stopped, walked a few steps towards the sewing machine, picked a piece of debris, sat down, lit a cigarette and replied, "People around said that there was indeed an unexploded bomb in this building, but it was
The fuse was removed months ago."
"If you remove the fuse, it won't explode even if it is burned with fire." The sewing machine said firmly.
"But it just exploded"
Wei Yan said in the swirling smoke, "The explosion occurred in a state where it was impossible to explode, and at a time when it was impossible to explode.
In particular, I asked Rama to ask for help, not to mention this building and this street, there are no believers of the Cross-Binding Play Cult."
"But why?"
The sewing machine murmured to himself, "Why are you doing this? There are just some civilians living here, what is the value of doing this?"
"I...I don't know"
Wei Ran rubbed the tattoo on the tiger's mouth of his left hand seemingly casually. How could he not know?
You can guess this situation right now.
If this "accident" was not an accident, then the only purpose of the explosion was not to create conflicts, but to create wounded people, or in other words, to create "survivors", survivors with hatred.
As long as you follow this train of thought and continue your analysis based on what will happen tomorrow, you can easily guess the intentions of the mastermind behind the scenes.
Creating wounded people seems to be to seize medical resources at this time, to consume medicines, consume the energy of medical workers, and even consume the lives of medical workers.
He could even guess that today, September 13, 1982, there must have been many "unexpected misfortunes" in Beirut, which had been cut off from water, food, and food supply.
But wait until tomorrow, wait until the 14th, wait until the 200 kilogram bomb explodes?
Maybe what happened here today is not only one of the alternative answers to "the reason for revenge", but also the "breeding ground for revenge".
So many "insignificant people" died here, the father who lost his child, the husband who lost his wife, or "he was the only one in the whole family who survived."
Among so many identities, just picking one out and packaging it a little is enough to take the blame for tomorrow's explosion.
To the people behind the scenes, an obedient Falangist is far less "well-behaved" than a Falangist who "died with the refugees."
A Fence-Nen controlled by the "obedient Falangists" is far less in line with expectations than continuing the civil war for ten years until Dui Zier has wiped out everyone on both sides and leaving only a "promised terra nullius".
As for the historical records of later generations, Wei Ran is more willing to believe Mr. Culp's meaningful speculation at this time - it is just a scapegoat after the conspiracy has come out.
Regardless of whether this accident was an accident or not, and no matter how dirty the purpose behind this accident that cost human lives, for those who are still busy at this moment, they just want to uncover all the unexplored things as soon as possible.
floor and rescue everyone who might still be alive.
As dusk approached, the busy hot air balloon called Wei Ran and others to the medical tent at the rear of the ambulance.
"Gentlemen"
The hot air balloon opened the backpack he brought as he spoke, "I found a way to leave here. Tomorrow at 5:30 pm, a boat will leave Beirut, and its destination is Limassol, Cyprus."
At this point, the hot air balloon has taken out several lunch boxes from his backpack, "This is the food I bought from that boat. You can eat it before it spoils."
"How do you know we haven't eaten?" Sewing Machine asked, having already picked up a lunch box, opened it, and handed it to the youngest Rama.
"I actually came here shortly after you arrived here, specifically to see you."
The hot air balloon pointed to the motorcycle placed beside the tent entrance, and while handing the second lunch box to Dalal, he continued to explain, "I also used the motorcycle to help you take a few wounded people to the hospital.
Later, I saw that the rescue efficiency here was too low, so I went to find my friends in the Falange and rented the bulldozer at a high price."
"Thanks for the bulldozer you got." Cradle handed the third lunch box to the disgraced Hanwad.
"I'm still late"
The hot air balloon continued to distribute the lunch boxes and said apologetically, "If the bulldozer could have come a few hours earlier, maybe..."
Maybe something, the hot air balloon didn't say it, but everyone knew the answer, especially Rama, who had just picked up the spoon, and tears fell uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes again.
But even so, the little translator still clutched the spoon in her hand and ate with big mouthfuls, as if... like she wanted to eat herself into an adult with one meal.
