When the moon completely climbed over the treetops, in the shadow of the ruins, a tattered blanket was slowly lifted. Wei Ran, who had taken a nap, slowly stretched his body and stood up against the wall little by little.
After listening for a moment, he dropped the blanket in his hand and the scarf on his head at his feet, and then took off the baggy overalls he used as a disguise.
In the darkness, a titanium alloy pistol with a silencer appeared in his hand.
After checking in the dark, Wei Ran put away his weapon, picked up the blanket again, carried it in his hand, and carefully stuck his head against the wall to look diagonally across.
At this time, the bonfire had been extinguished, but the driver's window of the pickup truck was open, and there seemed to be the sound of the radio and slight snoring coming from inside. Also coming out was the unique sound of Inuma burning.
Stink.
Looking left and right, and then focusing on the direction of the roof, Wei Ran waited patiently. When his eyes had gradually adapted to the dim light around him, and he could even vaguely see the outline of the figure in the car, he held his hand
The titanium alloy pistol also appeared again.
No longer wasting time, he hunched over from a distance and walked around to the rear of the car, walked over quickly and quietly, and reached out to pull the door of the rear compartment.
Fortunately, the car door was not locked. He had already pressed against the car door, and the pistol wrapped loosely in the blanket was exempted from the task of firing, and he got into the car with him.
“It’s really cold tonight”
As Wei Ran got into the carriage, which was filled with the smell of canine numbness and had a reading light turned on because it opened the door, he did not forget to complain in Hebrew, "Move in."
"yes"
The man sitting in the driver's seat took a puff of cigarette while talking.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Almost at the same time as he hit the car door, Wei Ran also pulled the trigger at the driver, and then the recoil tilted the gun to the side, aiming at the temple of the unlucky guy behind the driver's seat who seemed to have just been awakened but had not yet woken up.
One shot.
"Snapped!"
In the third gunshot that was suppressed by the silencer and the carriage, the unlucky guy next to Wei Ran was also shot in the neck.
"You'd better not move"
While Wei Ran was speaking, his right hand had already passed through the gap between the front seat cushion and the door pillar, and touched the neck of the co-pilot.
Before he could answer, Wei Ran also put away his pistol, waved his arm and threw off the blanket on his hand, then took out his pistol again and put it behind the ear of the co-pilot and asked, "Can you speak Hebrew?"
Seeing that the people in front of him were as dull as an owl whose face was glared by the spotlight, Wei Ran patiently asked again in English, French, and the newly learned rabbit language, spicy language, and even Russian and Italian.
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It's a pity that the only foreign language this guy knows is "Hello", "Tie Q" and the useless "Harry playing Lure".
"There is no harm in studying hard in the next life and learning another foreign language."
Wei Ran finally gave some advice in his native language, and the scalpel he held tightly in his hand instantly cut open the man's neck, throat, and thick blood vessels.
"laugh!"
Amid the pervasive smell of blood, the cracked windshield of the pickup truck was smeared with blood. Wei Ran withdrew his hand before the blood splattered out.
After paying close attention to the American military radio installed on the car, Wei Ran took out his most convenient Mauser bayonet from the leg pocket of the militant next to him.
It's normal for this thing to appear here. Just based on the response he received in Hebrew when he just entered the door, we can conclude that there is definitely a chair-breaking person among these people.
What most people don't know is that after the end of World War II, the one equipped with the most World War II Mauser rifles, or "98K" and bayonets, was the Chair Crack.
It doesn't matter whether it's "receiving", "compensation" or smuggling.
In short, after the end of World War II, a large number of Mauser original factory and 98K produced by Jack Slow Falk and a large number of military surplus bullets were hidden by the Jews in freighters filled with onions and smuggled ship by ship.
It was delivered to the chair and continued to serve Nachi.
Even in the 1980s, some special-purpose Mauser rifles such as sniper-type rifles have not been completely retired.
As for the bayonet, who knows whether the Yutai people have a fetish or based on the rave reviews that "the fathers said that it feels comfortable to be stabbed by this thing", they seem to be particularly fond of this thing.
After touching the edge of the blade and rubbing it on the body next to him to test the feel, Wei Ran pushed the door open and got out of the car with satisfaction, and got into the building on the roadside in the dark.
He walked slowly up the broken stairs filled with rubbish. When he reached the second floor, he vaguely heard snoring one after another.
Guided by the voice and the moonlight coming in from the window, he soon noticed that by the window on the second floor, three other armed men were sleeping against the wall, holding weapons.
Quietly approaching the three people standing side by side, Wei Ran stabbed the hearts, livers and lungs of two of them with the long and polished bayonet in one swift movement.
Ignoring the body that was still twitching unconsciously, he covered the last man's mouth and put the bayonet against his heart.
Waiting patiently for the man to wake up, Wei Ran whispered into his ear and asked, "Do you know Hebrew?"
However, although this man nodded slightly, his hand moved towards the grenade hanging on his chest dishonestly.
"puff"
The bayonet in Wei Ran's hand easily pierced the opponent's clothes, then pierced the chest and then the heart, and he shook the handle of the knife habitually.
When the man stopped moving, he did not pull out his bayonet. Instead, he stood up and walked towards the stairs.
After listening for a moment, he carefully crouched down, touched the steps and walls with his hands, and slowly climbed up step by step.
As expected, when he walked up five or six steps, his fingertips also touched a thin line stretching across the stairs.
After waiting for a moment, he took out the flashlight, covered the head of the lamp with his hand and turned it on, using the faint light leaking from his fingers to take a look.
Fortunately, there were no explosives on this thin line, just two shriveled cans hanging on it.
He carefully crossed the warning line, but he did not relax his vigilance.
Sure enough, after walking a few steps further up, he discovered a new cordon. Hanging on it was a string of bullet casings tied together with thin threads like wind chimes.
There is quite a life...
Wei Ran cursed secretly, and walked over carefully again, almost crawling, "swimming" along the steps to the third floor, and smelled the unique smell of dog hemp again.
Wei Ran pinched his nose and moved forward step by step against the wall in the dark. Soon, he came to the door of a small room.
There was no extra firelight in this room except for a cigarette butt that flickered on and off. But even the light from the cigarette butt was enough for him to see clearly that this was a bedroom.
There is a double sofa on the bed in the bedroom. In front of the sofa, there is a ladder against the wall. There seems to be a gun on the ladder.
At this time, the smoker was sitting on the double sofa, and the narrow hole in the wall in front of him not only allowed the wind to blow in and take away the toxic second-hand smoke, but also let in a little moonlight, illuminating the scene.
On a photo hanging on the wall beside the bed.
The group photo was of a family of three, and the child being held in the middle was a very happy baby.
Gently withdrawing his gaze, Wei Ran observed the other two rooms on this floor. After making sure that there was no one else, he returned to the door of that room again.
Only this time, he had an extra pistol and a flashlight in his hand.
Stepping into the room, Wei Ran was not polite at all. He almost pulled the trigger as soon as the flashlight light shone on the other person's face and the other person dropped the cigarette butt in his hand and was about to pick up the pistol on his leg.
"Snapped!"
After the crisp gunfire, a blackened bullet hole appeared in the center of the opponent's eyebrow. At the same time, Wei Ran also used the recoil to slightly raise the muzzle of his gun, aiming it at the person sitting on the same sofa, who seemed to be sleeping just now.
people.
"Can you understand Hebrew?" Wei Ran asked.
After a moment of hesitation, the man with the turban on his head asked, "Who are you?"
"It's your dad"
Wei Ran said angrily, "Take off the headscarf and stuff it into your own mouth."
Hearing this, the person pointed at by the gun and flashlight hesitated for a moment, and finally slowly pulled off the scarf and stuffed it into his mouth.
To Wei Ran's expectation, this turned out to be an old man with gray hair. Even so, he did not hesitate. He walked to the bed, put the flashlight on the armrest of the sofa, put the gun in his left hand against the back of the opponent's head, and grabbed the gun in his right hand.
The opponent's raised wrist squeezed and flicked hard, and without any effort, the opponent's wrist joints were squeezed open while the scream was choked in the throat.
"the other hand"
Wei Ran, who had no idea that he respected the elderly and cherished the young, spoke in Hebrew. After a brief hesitation, the latter also put his other hand to Wei Ran's and allowed him to squeeze the joints of the hand.
open.
"Come down now, we can talk." Wei Ran said, also put away the gun, and grabbed the other person's neck to get off the bed.
"What's your name?" Wei Ran asked while picking off the pieces from the other party.
Contrary to his expectation, he found many Soviet-style weapons on this man's body.
The most representative of these is a Nagant revolver. The grip of this pistol is actually inlaid with a hammer and sickle logo that seems to be made of gold.
"Where did you get this gun?" Wei Ran asked as he pulled out the ball of cloth from the other party's mouth and shook the gun in his hand.
"It was originally mine," the old man snorted and replied in Hebrew.
It was from this sentence that Wei Ran heard the Russian-style tongue-licking sound that was not hidden.
"You are the Soviet Union...were you once a Soviet?" Wei Ran asked in Russian.
Just one sentence made the old man tremble.
After a brief silence, the old man switched to Russian and said, "Yes, he was once a Soviet."
"Soviet Jew?"
Wei Ran asked, he even heard Russian with a strong southern dialect accent from the other party's words just now.
"Yes, a Jew from the Soviet Union." The old man repeated again, "What about you? Are you from the Soviet Union?"
"I'm afraid this is the department you least want to deal with."
Wei Ran answered this question with a smile. He even deliberately imitated some of the temperament of Mr. Nicholas, a temperament that would make the soles of the feet of many Soviet traitors shiver.
Sure enough, the old guy sitting opposite shivered uncontrollably.
"Where are you going to start with the answer?"
Wei Ran asked slowly, "I have plenty of time and patience. If you don't want to say anything, I can take you back to my office in Lubyanka and have a good chat."
"What do you want to know?" the old man asked rather resignedly.
"Why don't we start with this gun first?"
Wei Ran shook the revolver hooked with his little finger, and at the same time, pretending to be arrogant, he lit the flashlight again and looked at everything in the room. At the same time, he also used the cloth in his hand to block the wall that only contained instant noodles.
Pie sized window.
There are not many things in this room, but everything is particularly interesting.
Mounted on the ladder next to the window is an early-model SVD sniper rifle wrapped in cloth strips.
In addition, there is a high-power telescope hung on the ladder, as well as a compact AKS74U submachine gun and an even smaller Uzi submachine gun.
"That gun was the weapon I used in World War II."
Just when Wei Ran picked up the Uzi submachine gun, the old guy sitting against the wall also started to answer his question, "I'm from Ukolan. The Red Army rescued me from the concentrated victory and I joined
I joined the Red Army, and that gun was the honor I got when I entered Berlin."
"Honor? So why are you here?" Wei Ran snorted and asked casually, as if he already knew the answer.
"My son fought in the Afkhan War"
The old man replied, "He was a fighter pilot, but he didn't want to participate in the war of aggression, so he was injured on purpose and retired. After that, our family found a way to leave the Soviet Union and returned to Japan."
"Don't want to participate in the war of aggression? Come back? You really know how to use words."
Wei Ran couldn't help but sneer, "Then what are you doing now? Are you coming here with a telescope to peek at a beautiful girl taking a bath?"
Seeing that the old man didn't speak, Wei Ran tapped the bed board with the revolver in his hand and "answered the question."
"Monitor the hospital more than 700 meters away," the old man replied reluctantly.
"What is your goal?" Wei Ran asked again.
"have no idea"
The old man shook his head and said, "The person who knew the target was just killed by you."
"Do you think I will believe it?" As Wei Ran spoke, he had already pressed the hammer of the revolver.
"Even if you take me back to Lubyanka, I don't know."
The old man replied desperately, "It's too late for our family to return to the countryside. They don't really trust us. Instead, they think I am a spy sent by the Soviet Union. The only way I can prove it is to join the war."
I am sixty-six years old, but I can only be a sniper, obeying the orders of a man who is not even older than my son, and I will shoot whoever he tells me to shoot."
"Where is your son?" Wei Ran asked casually.
"In the hospital."
The old man closed his eyes, "In the battle a few months ago, he lost a leg, and he is still in the hospital. Are you here to capture my son?"
"What else do you know?"
Wei Ran asked unwillingly. He wanted to find a Yutai person to ask, but he didn't expect to find such an awkward Yutai person. As for the other party's question, he had no obligation to answer it.
"What do you mean?" the old man asked nervously.
"The target of the chair cannot be such a shabby hospital, right?" Wei Ran induced the other party in a matter-of-fact tone.
"I have no idea"
The old man was obviously relieved when he saw that Wei Ran didn't ask about his son, "I'm just a soldier, I..."
"Next question"
Wei Ran didn't want to listen to the other party complaining about the bad path he chose, "How long have you been lurking here?"
"This is the third day"
The old man lying on the ground replied, "We lurked here the night before the international troops began to withdraw."
"Who are those people downstairs?"
"I don't know. There is another group on the second floor that replaced us. The ones on the first floor seem to be only responsible for covering us. They are not even wartai people."
"Are you the only ones sent?" Wei Ran asked again.
"I am not sure"
"Which one of the unexploded bomb explosions this morning, the dust explosion at noon, and the poisoning incident in the evening was your fault?" Wei Ran asked the last question.
"We've always been here"
The old man replied, "We are only responsible for monitoring the hospital, we have never even fired a gun..."
"Snapped!"
Before the old guy could finish his words, Wei Ran pulled the trigger towards his head.
Bending down to pick up the shell casings, he searched again here, and then hid several Soviet-style grenades he found in various corners of the room.
Without further wasting time, he returned downstairs, searched the corpses on the second floor and pulled out the Mauser bayonet.
After carefully checking to make sure there was no one downstairs, he opened the car door again, and re-scratched the wounds made by the scalpel on the corpses, destroying the unique marks of the scalpel.
Wei Ran, who had gained nothing, took off the blood-stained Falangist uniform, doused the tattered blanket with fuel and threw it into the carriage. Then he put on the baggy and clean overalls, and used the discarded blanket to
The turban wrapped the picked up weapon.
Finally, the tattered blanket that was deliberately stuck outside the window was lit, and Wei Yan disappeared into the night in despair amid the growing flames.
Just like when he came, he walked in circles all the way back to the hospital, opened the door lock of the operating room, got in with a large bag of trophies and closed the door.
The things he seized this time were not small. There was a large roll of cash alone, six or seven gold rings, and seven or eight watches of various kinds. Especially from the old man's wrist, he also took off a Wrigley watch.
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He got this piece when he ordered clothes in Moscow. Earlier, Ji Ma also found one when he searched the abandoned military base on the east side of the Ural Mountains. The two of them often wore that watch, but they didn't expect it.
I actually saw it here again.
Obviously, this watch most likely came from the old man's son. After all, the Soviet Union had not yet disintegrated at this time, and it could even be said that the country was at its peak.
At this time, air force pilots who could afford such a watch could live a very prosperous life in the Soviet Union.
But even so, this so-called family that did not want to participate in a war of aggression actually persuaded a small country with no crotch width to participate in another war of aggression.
No, no, no, in their eyes this is not called run, this is called regression.
Outrageous? It is indeed outrageous, but it is by no means unprecedented.
Not to mention anything else, the big breeders in later generations who are trying their best to wash dishes in the United States despite being stabbed by Lao Mo, are they any different from that old guy and his family?
Weighing the watch, Wei Ran put it on his wrist without any mental barriers, and at the same time put the banknotes softly aside.
Naturally, he brought back not only these things, but also the Mauser bayonet, which was much easier to use than a scalpel and a choke wire, as well as the AKS74U, and even the Uzi submachine gun and supporting ammunition.
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This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! But compared to these, the weapon that really concerned him was the early SVD sniper rifle.
Although he was unable to tell Sewing Machine and others what happened next, he knew clearly that although the Falangists were the main force in that massacre, the chairmen who were in charge of sentry duty did not really kill anyone at all.
According to subsequent investigations, the chairmen who occupied several high-rise buildings not only notified the Phalangists in charge of the observed refugee movements via radio, but many snipers even held "target shooting competitions" in private.
He was somewhat confident about the Falange, but it would be too dangerous if he was stared at by a few snipers competing in the competition.
It is precisely based on such concerns that the unexpected appearance of SVD is really timely and important, like a help in times of need.
He couldn't figure out whether this was his luck or the arrangement of the Living Ancestor, but he was sure that the fact that he didn't get any useful information from those people who were hunted today was definitely because of his own hand, and the ass of that shabby book was definitely not clean.
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Too lazy to dwell on this matter, Wei Ran carefully wiped and maintained the SVD, then wrapped it in a blood-stained surgical sheet and placed it in a body bag.
Finally, he wiped the pack of forty or fifty rounds of 7N1 special ammunition one by one, then took out his pistol and replenished the ammunition consumed today.
"The harvest is okay, but I don't know if I can get 20 heads."
Wei Ran muttered one last time, and with the expectation of being able to understand Arabic, he walked to the garage with a body bag containing weapons, walked into the yard with familiarity, randomly selected an inconspicuous corner, and used
The engineers dug a hole and buried the body bag containing the thermal weapon, leaving only the handy Mauser bayonet and various belongings.
Finally, he took a shower to wash away the remaining smell of blood and put on a set of clean clothes that had been placed in the bathroom in advance. Wei Ran glanced at the time on the dial and carefully opened the small door leading to the warehouse.
Before he entered the warehouse, he noticed the dim candle hanging on the rearview mirror of the emergency vehicle, and also saw a meal on the dining table at the back of the vehicle.
Wei Ran sighed silently, not knowing how to face Edelweiss. After some struggle, Wei Ran stepped towards the front of the car, opened the passenger door and got in.
"You're back?!"
Edelweiss, who had fallen asleep on the steering wheel, looked at Wei Ran in surprise, rubbed her eyes and asked in a careful voice, "You're not hurt, are you?"
"No"
Wei Ran shook his head, subconsciously glanced at the other person's red and swollen eyes, and then looked at the empty wine bottle on the hood.
He could already smell the smell of wine emanating from this girl. Obviously, she must have drank a lot of wine while waiting for him to come back.
"I'm scared"
Edelweiss, who was wearing her nightgown, said after a moment of silence, "I'm afraid that I will die here, I'm afraid that the children will die here, I'm afraid that the wounded won't survive, and I'm afraid..."
At this point, Edelweiss, whose eyes were filled with tears, looked at Wei Ran, "I'm also afraid that Mr. Dongfeng won't be able to come back before dawn."
"I...I'm back," Wei Ran said in a hoarse voice. Inexplicably, he wanted to escape from here and this girl.
However, when he had this idea, Edelweiss had already awkwardly stepped over the hood between the two of them. When Wei Ran subconsciously held on to the empty wine bottle that she touched, she had already
She sat on his lap and threw herself into his arms.
"Can you hold me? Just for a little while..."
Edelweiss prayed softly against his ear, but the raging tears had already slipped from her cheeks to Wei Ran's cheeks, and then dripped onto their clothes, just like...just like during the day
Like Rama who took the initiative to hug him.
well....
Wei Ran breathed a sigh of relief, put the wine bottle he was holding steady on the driver's seat, hugged the petite girl, and let her cry silently in his arms, biting the collar of his clothes.
With.
It was not until this moment that he thought of another question. Who killed Ed in the time and space where he did not exist.
