At 8:03 in the morning, since Wei Ran returned to Aka Hospital, he had tried his best to endure his anger and put the fourth new film on his camera.
In less than an hour, he had lost count of how many people had been killed in this hospital, how many women had been stabbed, and how many who could not bear the humiliation chose to commit suicide by jumping off the building, fighting back or even having a mental breakdown.
Rather than being thankful that there was no Mrs. Cradle among the victims, I was thankful that the thugs had not discovered the basement for the time being.
At this time, Wei Ran was even more miserable because the only thing he could do was press the shutter button again and again, but he could not draw the gun and fire.
There were too many Falangists around, and every floor and even every ward was filled with their wanton laughter and desperate wails shaped by their own hands.
He knew better that even if he killed all the Falangists here, more Falangists would come over. Even if he killed more Falangists, nothing would change at all.
In this case, the only thing he could do was to press the shutter again and again. By the way, he also secretly wandered between the first and second floors, always guarding the blocked entrance to the basement.
Fortunately, until the order to assemble came from the loudspeaker outside the hospital, no Falangists noticed the blocked entrance to the negative floor. This may be the only good thing for Wei Ran who is in constant suffering.
News.
Lifting the camera for the last time, Wei Ran clicked the shutter on the backs of the Falangist militants in front of them who had gained a lot and trampled on the corpses wantonly.
Standing on the steps of the main entrance, while putting away his camera, he also turned to look in the direction of the side entrance of the hospital.
Although it was blocked by other buildings, he could still clearly see that the second floor of the building where Hanwad and Dalal were hiding was shrouded in fire and smoke. Apparently, the Falangists were trying to break in there.
Hope Hanwad and Dalal are still alive...
Wei Ran secretly prayed that in that hour, the counterattack did not just come from within the hospital.
Outside the hospital, there were many people armed with various crude weapons that were not even weapons and launched a suicidal counterattack against the Falange militiamen surrounding the hospital.
Similarly, there were also people who used snipers to kill the machine gunners on the armored vehicles downstairs of the hospital, as well as any militiamen wearing Falangist uniforms inside the hospital windows.
Wei Ran was even sure that one of the snipers with good marksmanship was definitely a hot air balloon, because after he gave the cigarettes to the gay man who was guarding the doctor on the first floor, he just returned to the corridor with his front foot, and the opponent on his back foot was hit by a precise
sniper kill.
After confirming this matter, Wei Ran also used the little time just now to tacitly cooperate with the hot air balloon in the distance to snipe and kill nearly half of the militiamen on the Ark armored vehicle.
Perhaps it was because of his sniper killing that the Falangists decided to leave the hospital to "do some serious business."
Also because of the precise sniping, the medical workers who had been treated roughly were finally treated with some courtesy - they were asked to treat the militiamen who were shot but not dead, those beasts that were still doing evil just a second ago.
For those medical workers, this was both torture and venting. They needed to treat the devil, but fortunately, the anesthetics in the hospital's reserve had long been used up.
"This unfortunate guy is also dead"
Just when Wei Ran left the hospital building filled with the screams of injured militiamen and returned to the Ark, he immediately saw the conductor complaining while looting valuables from the body of the machine gunner who stayed behind in the armored vehicle but was headshot.
of objects.
"You're back just in time, throw him out." The conductor ordered Wei Ran.
Before he finished speaking, the conductor had already stuffed a few blood-stained U.S. dollars and a piece of Chat grass into Wei Ran, "We don't have enough manpower. You will continue to drive the armored vehicle later. This is your share."
"No problem," Wei Ran said happily as he took the US dollars and Chat grass and dragged the machine gunner's body out of the car.
When he dragged the machine gunner's body to a flower bed not far away, he also took the chat grass he just got and the other one the conductor had given to him before, but he hid it in his collar and pretended to eat it.
He took it out and put it into his pants pocket.
Naturally, he would not eat this food, and he did not bother to use this method to stabilize his emotions.
Returning to the cockpit of the armored vehicle, the remaining four Ark crew members who were still alive reluctantly got into the armored vehicle with their trophies.
"Photographer! Let's get out of here!"
The conductor, whose upper body was exposed, hit the armor plate on the roof of the car with the butt of his gun to greet Wei Ran.
"Which way to go? Left or right?" Weiran asked loudly as he started the armored vehicle.
"Which way!" the conductor responded nonchalantly.
Hearing this, Wei Ran immediately increased his speed, drove roughly on the road and left the hospital, turning right towards the side entrance.
As the distance got closer, he saw more and more clearly that the building he rented before had been completely burned down and only the building frame was left. At the same time, he also saw that just between this building and the side entrance of the hospital,
There are still many corpses lying on this street.
These people were all refugees who had fled to the hospital to escape the war. Some of their bodies had their hands and feet tied behind their backs, some had their scalps cut off, some had been castrated, and some had hideous stab wounds all over their bodies.
There were also some who were unlucky enough to block the road. Their mutilated bodies had been crushed by the tracks again and again, so that the road was filled with a strong fishy smell.
"The smell here is so disgusting, should we change the road?" Weiran lowered his speed and asked loudly to the conductor behind him. He just didn't want those corpses to come back...
"Drive right there," the conductor responded nonchalantly.
Hearing this, Wei Ran silently tightened his grip on the joystick, increased the speed of the car without hesitation, crushed the broken corpses, and drove straight to the other end of the street.
The reason why he endured such humiliation was just for the sake of this armored vehicle.
At the beginning of the plan, he just wanted to obtain the identity of a Falangist militia so that he could move freely and take photos of the Falangist's evil deeds in the refugee camps.
But after accidentally joining the Ark, and after exceeding his goal, his plan also made adjustments: find a way to seize this armored vehicle.
This may be the only chance for Hanward and Dalal, as well as the sewing machine couple and the hot air balloon, to survive. It may even be the only chance for them to leave the refugee camp alive - if they really leave alive in a time and space without their own
If you go to a refugee camp.
"Da da da da!"
Just when he was distracted, the new machine gunner opened fire without warning, covering the second floor of a building in the distance with a barrage.
When the gunfire stopped and Wei Ran followed the sound and looked over, the window on the second floor of the building had been completely shattered, and a person who was originally hiding behind the window also spun and fell out of the window.
"It's a woman, I saw it wrong." The machine gunner said proudly.
"You read that right, that's a terrorist."
As he spoke, another militiaman raised his gun and shot the woman's slightly swollen belly. He laughed loudly and said, "Look, there is a terrorist hiding in her arms!"
Before he finished speaking, the five militiamen behind him, headed by the conductor, also laughed, high-fived each other, or bumped fists, as if they had just done something extraordinary.
With a silent sigh, Wei Ran, who also exposed his upper body outside the car, raised his camera, clicked the shutter towards the woman, and then looked at both sides of the street.
After just being "delayed" for a while in Aka Hospital, the Falangists outside had already begun a systematic door-to-door search. Their armored vehicle patrolling along the street also became the support for the searching militia.
Along the way, as Wei Ran pressed the shutter again and again, the militiamen who searched house to house pushed out the men one by one, tied their hands behind their backs, and made them kneel in a row on the roadside waiting to be shot.
Whenever he met a slightly attractive woman, desperate wails and screams would come from that house.
Even the children, as Wei Ran had photographed before, suffered unimaginable torture and humiliation before their death.
From 8:30 a.m. to 10 a.m., Wei Ran could no longer remember how many times he drove his car back and forth in the refugee camp, let alone how many photos he took.
He had to admit one thing, this was an extremely efficient massacre.
When he once again drove the armored vehicle towards the side entrance of Aka Hospital, several Carter D9 bulldozers had already entered the site with the roar of rumbling engines.
These steel machines, with the Rogue Star logo hastily covered with yellow paint and additional spray-painted cedar logos, wield huge buckets and easily scoop up corpses, or collapse buildings hiding corpses or even living people, and then step on the accelerator.
, drove the heavy car onto the ruins, turned in a crunching circle, and drove to the next building where a refugee was blocking the front by waving a handkerchief.
"Crack!"
When Weiran pressed the shutter again, the bulldozer also cut off the legs of the old woman who was trying to protect her home, pushed her still-living body, and hit her unscrupulously as she yelled and cursed angrily.
On the dilapidated house she was trying to protect.
"Boom!"
When Weiran pressed the shutter again, the two-story dilapidated house collapsed, burying the bulldozer bucket, the old woman, and a screaming man trying to run out of the house.
's children.
"Hey! Stop it!"
Just when Wei Ran stuffed the camera back into the gap between the chest strap and the belly, and put it back into the metal book, a militiaman dressed as a Falangist also waved to them enthusiastically on the roadside.
He was carrying a tattered backpack and carrying a Swiss rifle in his hand. In addition to the magazine, the strap on his chest also contained some banknotes, a watch, and a small bundle of khat grass and other valuable items.
Compared to these yellow and white things, his entire face was tightly covered by an Arabian kerchief and toad glasses, and a Soviet-made Type 68 steel helmet was buckled on his head.
"Can you let me go up too?"
This man was already limping over when Wei Ran, who was also wearing a turban, stepped on the brakes and said, "My foot is twisted. Is there any room in your car?"
"Of course, of course there is space."
A trace of greed flashed in the conductor's eyes, "But if you want to board the Ark, you have to buy a ticket."
"How much...how much?" The man standing at the front of the car subconsciously covered his chest strap.
"100 US dollars, or something of equivalent value." The conductor did not open his mouth like a lion in the image, "Of course, this is just the ticket price, you still have to participate in the battle."
“The price is not expensive”
The person standing at the front of the car immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly took out a few blood-stained paper tickets and waved them, "Who will give me a hand?"
"Go to the back of the car and help him open the hatch."
The conductor said hello and asked, "What's your name?"
"Joseph, I'm from Captain Hamid's team." The man replied loudly as he limped toward the back of the car, "But he was killed by a very powerful sniper not long ago. Another teammate of mine
He was also killed by that bastard sniper. What do you call him?"
"Get on the bus first," the conductor greeted more enthusiastically, "I'll give you a good introduction when you get on the bus."
You will regret this...
Wei Ran muttered secretly. Just now, another person in their car was killed by a sniper suspected of being a hot air balloon.
In other words, before Joseph got on the bus, he, the conductor, and three other crew members were the only ones left on the Ark.
But now, after Joseph got in the car, the situation was different - he was finally no longer alone!
That's right, even though Joseph's face was covered, Wei Ran still recognized him through his voice. He was the hot air balloon!
Before the hatch was closed, the hot air balloon, no, Joseph was already on his way and handed the fare he had prepared in advance to the conductor. The latter also put away the banknotes and enthusiastically introduced the rest of the people in the car to him.
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"The person in charge of driving the armored vehicle is Aitiya, and his nickname is Photographer." The conductor finally introduced, and at the same time handed the 20 US dollars to Wei Ran.
"Which team are you in? Why do I seem to have an impression of you?" the hot air balloon asked doubtfully.
"My previous captain was Ayman..."
"Oh—! God! I remembered!"
The hot air balloon said excitedly, "Red Eagle Bar! Do you remember? Did you use a Nikon camera? You took a picture of me and my cousin! It was at the entrance of the Red Eagle Bar."
"The big-breasted woman?"
Wei Ran then exclaimed, "Let me think about it, what is her name! Daniela! Is it the blond Daniela?"
"That's right! It's Daniela!"
The hot air balloon laughed and said, "God bless me, I didn't expect that I met an acquaintance! Aetia, did you really sleep with my cousin? I heard that she seems to be pregnant."
"I even took pictures?"
Wei Ran said proudly, "But I don't know if the child in her belly is mine."
"It can't be her idiot husband," the hot air balloon said seemingly casually, which immediately aroused the interest of all the militiamen in the car.
Obviously, just like Wei Ran "wanted to personally deliver Captain Ayman's submachine pistol to his wife", the hot air balloon, no, Joseph's "blonde busty cousin", is also to make his identity more real.
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So what’s next?
Wei Ran glanced at the bulldozers still collecting corpses outside and the trucks loaded with corpses heading outside the refugee camp, but he was secretly thinking about the purpose of the hot air balloon boarding the Ark.
Does he have something urgent to do with me? Or...does he also want to hijack this car?
No matter which guess he made, Wei Ran knew very clearly under some tacit understanding that one thing he had been waiting for for a long time was about to come true - it was time to clean up the garbage on the Ark.
