Amidst the messy but intensive gunfire, the three Falangist members were shot to death by fire fighters and hot air balloons almost before they ran into the alley. They lay trembling on the ground.
Retracting back to the entrance of the alley, the hot air balloon was replaced with a gas burner and the sewing machine was talking loudly to the people on the opposite side in Arabic that was incomprehensible.
After a while, he even pointed the beam of his flashlight at the three corpses. He walked out of the alley, raised his pistol and shot the three corpses, and then raised his hands.
After a while, a man who looked to be in his forties and a young man who looked to be in his 20s each ran over with a civilian shotgun.
After some communication between the two parties, the two people, who seemed to have a father-son relationship, hugged each other with the hot air balloon, then picked up the guns on the four corpses and ran away.
"Let's speed up too."
The hot air balloon switched to French and said, "The father and son just now will help us attract firepower around us."
"How far is it?"
While Wei Ran asked in a low voice, he had already replaced the weapon in his hand with a new magazine, and walked quickly back to the depths of the alley, carrying the little girls he was responsible for again on his back and wrapping them in sheets.
“very close”
While the hot air balloon carried the child on its back, he responded in a low voice, "Let's get out of here first."
Almost as soon as the three teams of them crossed the street and entered another alley, the sound of more intense firefights was heard again in the direction where the father and son disappeared not far away.
Since crossing this street, the leading hot air balloon has never turned on its flashlight, relying entirely on the overhead flares to shed a little light into the narrow alley, while at the same time clinging to the shadows of the walls of the alley.
Because of this, there were stops and starts along the way, and soon Wei Ran and the hot air balloon that was less than ten meters behind him were completely lost in these intricate alleys.
In Wei Ran's nervousness and vigilance along the way, they even got into the window of a house and got out of another window on the other side of the house.
But the amazing thing is that when they ran all the way and came to a street again, Wei Ran was stunned for a moment, because diagonally across the street was the house they rented!
"ah-!"
Just at this moment, a woman's scream suddenly came from the yard. When the two of them and the sewing machine following behind realized that something was wrong, the scream suddenly disappeared!
"Protect the children"
"Hide"
Wei Ran and the hot air balloon reminded the sewing machine behind them in no particular order, and at the same time each handed over the child they were responsible for to him, and then raised their heads in unison to stare at the flares emitting dazzling light in the night sky.
As they waited patiently, the height of the old flare gradually decreased, and the shadows of the surrounding buildings gradually lengthened.
Almost at the same time that a new round of flares was raised, the satellites and hot air balloons also took advantage of the cover of the shadows and rushed to the alley opposite the house as quickly as possible.
After lifting up the carpet held up by wooden sticks, the two of them gently pushed aside the firewood used as cover and got in along an inconspicuous gap in the corner of the wall.
Without any pause at all, the two crawled under the chassis of the ambulance.
Unexpectedly, they touched the manhole cover that had been tightly fastened together. Wei Ran was the first to drill along the hole in the wall, and got under the car whose wheels were still jacked up. He observed by the light released by the flare.
This once extremely warm courtyard.
Almost at a stone's throw, he saw for the first time someone looking at him with a pair of dull eyes.
That was the landlord, Mr. Salah. In addition to the condensed fear and resentment on his face, there was a cut on his neck that was as deep as the bone. At this time, the blood pouring out of his carotid artery,
His body has already been soaked with the boss.
Looking at the hot air balloon next to him, Wei Ran made a silent gesture. He moved slowly like a hunting lizard, turned around slowly, and lurked in the shadow at the rear of the car, listening to the story with an expressionless face.
A muffled, almost inaudible scream came from the upstairs room.
At a certain moment, Weiran crawled out from under the chassis like a gecko swimming against a wall, and quickly moved to the base of the wall, almost touching the ground.
Behind him, the hot air balloon lying on its side under the car also raised the folding AKM that Wei Ran had just left behind. However, he did not cover Wei Ran, but instead pointed the gun at the second floor.
Under the wall on the first floor, the landlady's voice could be heard more clearly, but Wei Ran was not impulsive and did not even get up. Instead, he crawled against the wall to the door of the room.
Through the flares outside, he could clearly see that there were three people in the room on the first floor. Two of them were smoking cigarettes and holding down the landlady with their backs to the door. The third person was the main perpetrator of violence.
After confirming that there were no other enemies in the room, Wei Ran suddenly stood up and ran forward.
"puff!"
After stabbing the bayonet into the back of one of the men, Wei Ran's left hand suddenly appeared with a sharp-edged Type 50 engineer shovel.
"laugh!"
The rounded shovel almost cut off half of the other accomplice's head. The spurting blood not only splashed the assailant's face, but also revealed his extreme fear and confusion in the light of the flare.
Confused and stunned—how did that shovel appear? Where did it go?
In this moment of astonishment, Wei Ran had already jumped onto the bed, and an engineer shovel appeared in his hand again.
"laugh!"
Taking advantage of the momentum of his forward motion, Wei Ran, who held the handle of the shovel with both hands, thrust forward with all his strength, and easily pierced the tip of the shovel into the neck of the last enemy.
"Plop!"
Almost as soon as Wei Ran stepped on the chest of the last enemy and pulled out the shovel, with the blood spurting out, the enemy who was first stabbed through the heart and lungs by his knife and the one who had almost half of his body cut off
The enemies with heads fell to the bedside one after another.
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When the third enemy, whose neck was more than half cut off, fell to the ground splattered with smelly blood, Wei Ran also lowered his head and looked at the disheveled landlady lying on the bed, with tears of humiliation and despair on her face.
At this time, her neck was tightly tied to the metal railing at the head of the bed with a belt. Her chest and arms were covered with at least dozens of small blisters that seemed to have been burned by cigarette butts.
"Shh-"
Wei Ran made a silent gesture towards the other person, then pulled a blanket over and gently covered the other person's body.
The landlady shivered involuntarily when the blanket touched her body, and then wrapped her body tightly, but she couldn't stop the tears from pouring out.
"Shh-"
The only thing Wei Ran could do, who did not understand the language, was to make a common gesture, then pointed to the ceiling above his head and made a gesture of wiping his neck.
The landlady didn't give any feedback at all. Seeing this, Wei Ran could only sigh silently, pulled out his bayonet and wiped away the blood stains, and then searched the three corpses at his feet as quickly as possible.
The three corpses looked no different from the Falangists who broke into the refugee camp to commit murder, but he noticed some special details.
Although they all used Soviet-style weapons, one of them was equipped with an additional silent Makarov pistol.
Picking up the pistol with the silencer screwed on, Wei Ran looked at the landlady lying on the bed with a numb expression. After a slight hesitation, he carried out the preliminary dismantling of all the weapons on the three corpses.
Lest she commit suicide because she can't think about it for a moment.
He picked up the silent Makarov that he had specially left behind. He wiped the blood stains on it randomly, put the bullet in his hand, crouched out of the room, and moved against the wall again to the second floor.
The edge of the outer span of the stair steps.
Looking up through the gap, Wei Ran glanced at the hot air balloon that was still hidden under the car. He waited patiently for the flare to lengthen the shadow of the stair railing, and immediately crawled along again, quietly walking along the stairs.
He walked up the stairs and climbed up.
After using the gap between the flares rising and falling four times in succession, he finally reached the second floor.
Hiding behind the ajar door, he found that he couldn't hear any sound at all, but he could smell the unique stench of burning dog hemp.
Almost subconsciously, he thought of the Soviet veteran he accidentally caught near the hospital outside the refugee camp a few days ago.
Why do these scumbags always keep an eye on the hospital?
Wei Ran slowly pulled out the silent pistol he had just picked up and muttered to himself, but he was not in a hurry to go in. He had to catch a valuable tongue this time.
However, the plan could not keep up with the change. Just when he was about to wait for the movement inside, a man with a telescope in his right hand and a pipe in his left hand walked out from the second floor. Behind him, there was another person!
After a short period of sluggishness of only a tenth of a second at most, the person walking in front subconsciously started to shout, and the person behind also quickly reached out to grab the gun!
However, Wei Ran, who was also shocked by the opening of the door, reacted faster. Before the other party could make a sound, he had already put the silent pistol in his hand against the first person's chest and pulled it.
trigger.
At the same time, he also put his left hand through the man's armpit, took out his own pistol with the silencer, and within less than half a second at most, he almost pressed against the arm of the man behind him and pulled the trigger!
"Pop!"
After two faint gunshots that almost overlapped, the silent Makarov in Weiran's right hand also passed through the armpit of the other side of the corpse that was almost in his arms. At the same time, the gun in his left hand was also changed to the third one.
The other arm of the two men pulled the trigger!
"Snapped!"
The third gunshot sounded almost at the same time as the scream of the man who was shot, but Wei Ran had already thrown away the body in his arms and kicked the knee of the man who screamed.
"Plop! Click!"
At the same time as two completely different voices sounded, and as the body fell to the ground, the other person's scream became louder.
"Snapped!"
With another gunshot, Wei Ran aimed at a person who was planning to come out of the room that previously belonged to him and pulled the trigger repeatedly.
When screams were heard in the room, he immediately opened the door and shot the man who seemed to have been shot in the abdomen with a shot in the chest.
At the same time, the hot air balloon who heard the commotion also ran up quickly, squatting against the corner in one movement, and at the same time raised the folding stock AKM rifle that was originally a sanitary ware.
With the other party's cover, Wei Ran felt much more relieved and quickly checked each room.
Unexpectedly and unexpectedly, there are only the three enemies on the second floor, but their weapons and equipment are particularly special.
The silent Makarov pistol produced by the Soviet Union is only one standard equipment. In addition, they also have a silenced MP5 submachine gun with a telescopic stock. Of course, it can also be called "MP5SD3".
No matter what the specific model of this weapon is, it is almost certain that the Falangists will never be able to use it, and there is no need to use these special weapons.
In addition to special weapons, these three people also own a walkie-talkie, an SSG69 sniper rifle mounted on the table in his room, and of course, a telescope for each person.
"These are weapons that only the elite can use."
The hot air balloon picked up the "green gun" and looked at it, "As we all know, the Falange does not have elites."
"It is unlikely that these people are Falangists"
While Wei Ran was talking, he picked up a silenced MP5, pulled out the telescopic stock and tried it. At the same time, he kept asking, "Do you know Hebrew? Maybe you can try and see if you can ask anything."
"What do you mean..." The hot air balloon took the silent submachine gun and silent pistol from Wei Ran and at the same time, he already realized what the latter wanted to express.
"Will it?" Wei Ran asked again while picking up the second set of micro-sound weapons.
"Simple communication is no problem, and I guess they must know Arabic." As the hot air balloon spoke, he poked the wound on the only survivor with the weapon in his hand, and asked as the other party tried to endure the groan.
He said, "But don't you need to bandage him first?"
"If he's still alive after giving in all the information he knows, I will bandage him up."
Wei Ran said, already carrying the weapon and heading towards the outer staircase, "I'm going to check on the landlady and see if their children are still alive."
"Don't let the sewing machine bring the children in," the hot air balloon warned.
Hearing this, Wei Ran paused, no matter whether the other party saw it or not, he nodded silently, stepped over the body and walked out.
Returning to the first floor, Wei Ran first went to see the landlady. At this time, she had taken off the belt that bound her neck, changed her clothes, and sat on the sofa in the living room on the first floor with a blanket.
However, when he received no response after saying hello several times, he immediately realized something was wrong and quickly took out his flashlight and pointed it at the gentle woman.
After a while, the flashlight beam finally stopped on her chest, where a sharp and slender kitchen knife was inserted, almost piercing her body.
Her hands were holding the handle of the knife tightly. On the table in front of her, there was a Polaroid photo torn in half, which was a photo of her, her husband, and their two children.
With a silent sigh, Wei Ran silently took a step back, expressionlessly took out the Nikon SP camera and pointed it at the woman on the sofa, waiting patiently for a new round of flares to take off to illuminate her.
In an instant, I pressed the shutter with difficulty.
After hesitating for a moment, he found a newspaper, carefully wrapped the torn photo and stuffed it into her jacket pocket, and then slowly pulled out the knife she was holding tightly to her heart that was supposed to be used to make food for her family.
kitchen knife.
Gently picking up the humiliated woman, Wei Ran walked out of the room and walked to the car that once symbolized the family's affluent living conditions. He opened the door with difficulty and put her in the back seat.
He carefully arranged her clothes and the headscarf on her head, and helped her fasten her seat belt. Wei Ran then carried the body of the landlord, Mr. Salah, not far away, into the rear car.
I arranged his clothes and helped him fasten his seat belt.
After gently closing the car door and putting down the ragged blanket covering the car, Wei Ran let out a long sigh, turned around and walked towards the second floor.
"Why are you back so soon?" the hot air balloon who was interrogating the prisoners asked in French.
"The landlady..." Wei Ran was silent for a moment, "she just committed suicide."
Hearing this, the hot air balloon was stunned for a moment, then pressed his fingers into the wound on the prisoner's body again, and said in an irritable tone, "This is the last time I ask you, should I send you to hell or to the other side?"
Which hospital you choose, you decide for yourself."
What surprised Wei Ran was that despite the pain, he was grinning and wanting to roll over. The prisoner, who had already had his teeth knocked out, was so tough that he had no intention of speaking at all.
"Let me do it"
Wei Ran didn't want to waste any more time and signaled the hot air balloon to release the wounded man's wound.
"I want to know which army you are from and what your combat mission is."
Wei Ran finished speaking in Hebrew under the surprised gaze of the hot air balloon, and then got up and walked to his room. When he walked out, he already had a pair of German-style wire cutters in his hand.
"You have 21 chances, and I'll start with your least important little toe."
Before Wei Ran finished speaking, he had already cut the laces of the man's boots with wire cutters, "I will cut off your dick at the last moment. But don't worry, you will survive. You will definitely survive.
I also need you to stand in front of the reporters’ cameras and confess everything you have done.”
After saying that, he motioned to the hot air balloon to help pull off the prisoner's boots and socks, and the prisoner who had just looked tough just now also had a look of panic on his face.
"I'm in a hurry, so I won't be very gentle. If you want to say something, remember to shake your head crazily."
After saying that, Wei Ran casually pulled out a rag and stuffed it into the prisoner's mouth. Then he stepped on the prisoner's ankle, clamped one of his little toes with wire cutters and said, "Go and see the children."
Well, I hid the landlady and his wife in the back seat of the car."
"good"
Almost at the same time that the hot air balloon took off, Wei Ran also used his hands to cut off one of his little toes easily.
Suddenly, the prisoner's body twitched, and then he began to shake his head wildly.
Unfortunately, Wei Ran seemed not to notice, and slowly cut off two more toes. Then he pulled off the rag and reminded, "You only have one chance to speak. Just finish it. If
If you have any reservations, just continue to resist, I will be happy to help you trim the extra branches on your body."
"269, I'm from Unit 269!"
The prisoner said vaguely, "My rank is sergeant, my name is..."
"Say something useful." Wei Ran put the wire cutters on his feet intentionally or unintentionally.
Shaking uncontrollably, the prisoner immediately said, "We are only responsible for keeping an eye on the Aka Hospital and are ready to answer questions raised on the intercom in code words at any time."
"What questions have you asked?" Wei Ran asked slowly, but at the same time he snorted disdainfully in his heart.
Sure enough, according to Mr. Culp's description, Troop 269, who was more boastful than the Hambang Man, was just as he said at the beginning, just a pet dog hiding behind its strong owner and barking.
"We just arrived here half an hour ago," the prisoner replied tremblingly despite the pain. "The only question is whether we have reached the observation position."
"When was this place selected?" Wei Ran asked, shaking the wire cutters.
"temporarily selected"
The prisoner curled up his feet nervously and replied, "We just need to be able to keep an eye on this hospital."
"What is the code word?" Wei Ran continued to ask.
"My secret code has expired"
Seeing that Wei Ran was about to take action again, the prisoner said quickly, "The code words each person masters are only responsible for two hours. Mine has expired. The other two can..."
"Isn't that useless?"
Before Wei Ran finished speaking, he had already raised the pistol that suddenly appeared and pulled the trigger decisively.
