On the morning of the "successful" kidnapping of Suisui and others, at dawn, Wei Ran had already returned to the house next door.
Before he came back, the Hela girls who worked for Suisui and secretly protected him had helped restore his and Suisui's bedroom and matching bathroom, especially Suisui's dressing table to its original state.
While he was busy catching up on his sleep, Mrs. Samantha and the dog Beria were hiding in the basement of the library.
At the same time, in the basement of Time Film Studio, a total of 13 captives who were blindfolded, gagged, and had their hands and legs picked were also treated as if they were fooling around. After ensuring that they would not die, they were stripped naked, photographed, and then re-instated.
Blindfolded and thrown into the basement.
As the saying goes, while some people are free, others are busy. At Kazan Airport, 14 beautiful girls dressed in different styles but each one more plainly than the last had boarded the same flight to Ulaanbaatar.
This time, no one followed them, and each of them had a considerable amount of activity funds in their hands.
But until the flight took off, no girl chose to take another flight to escape from Hela. They didn't know that this was actually the first test they had to complete.
Of course they are not the only ones who are busy. The girls from Hella in England are also sitting on both sides of the negotiation table with Edward's driver.
As for Mr. Edward, who is still handcuffed in a holiday villa in the countryside, his value at this moment is not even more useful than his mobile phone.
Inta, after waking up from a hangover again, and due to the network outage caused by the snowstorm, Suisui, who had no idea what was going on outside, calmly greeted the girls of the Golden Fleece Organization and took a small train from the mine.
The modified vehicle went straight to the hot spring workshop which was not too far away. While enjoying the hot springs that were reserved, they continued to plan the big business they were about to negotiate.
At noon that day, the girls who successfully arrived in Ulaanbaatar had just walked to the airport pick-up gate when they saw Mr. Karp wearing a Mongolian robe not far away.
The two parties did not say any hello at all, and the girls even distanced themselves from each other. They left the airport hanging far behind Culp and got into an old minibus with thick curtains inside in batches.
.
"The trap is set in a winter pasture outside Ulaanbaatar, and there are only two pieces of key information."
Culp said as he distributed gun boxes to the girls one by one, "First of all, the network team has released false information through the kidnappers' mobile phones, and historians will rush to the trap location from China tonight.
Mr. Mecher has already set off after receiving the news. His flight will arrive at noon tomorrow and he is expected to enter the trap from afternoon to dusk tomorrow.
Secondly, it has been determined that the target person, Mehir, also leads a team of 14 people to be responsible for security work.
The final task is yours. Except for the target person Mexier, leave no one behind. In addition, you also need to clean up all traces and body features."
After Culp finished speaking, he clapped his hands and said, "Okay, that's all I have to say for now. Girls, I wish you a happy journey."
Before he finished speaking, he had already walked to the driver's seat, sat down, started the car skillfully and left the airport.
Only then did the girls open the gun boxes they were given.
These gun cases were either large or small. The larger ones contained civilian shotguns with scopes. The smaller ones contained silent Makarov pistols. Seeing that these pistols were too thick with sludge, they
There is no doubt that these weapons are left over from the Soviet era.
In addition to these, there were several stacks of body armor and several plastic boxes placed in the bus.
In addition to night vision devices, these boxes also contained several Chinese-made drones and spare batteries, as well as two signal jammers apparently provided by Anfiya.
About an hour later, the minibus stopped at the edge of a yurt surrounded by pasture.
In addition to four or five yurts, this pasture also contains a large pile of wool covered with canvas, as well as a shabby Soviet van and an equally shabby Ural truck with a canvas hood.
, the logo of the Soviet Air Force can still be vaguely seen on the hood of the truck.
In addition, there are groups of sheep in the sheep pens of this pasture, more than a dozen beautiful Mongolian horses in the stables, and a large amount of fodder and various farm tools piled in the dilapidated forage barn opposite.
"Is there anyone else here besides us?" asked Asma, a Gaza girl.
"The ranch owner will come back in the evening in about three days."
Culp had already opened the car door while he was talking, and handed a satellite phone to Asma, "After you finish the work, call the only number inside, and I will come to pick you up."
"Okay" Asma reached out and took the phone.
"One last reminder"
Culp took advantage of the girls getting out of the car and said, "Those people you captured before were serving in the 269 Special Forces before they retired, and they were from the same team. To put it simply, their cooperation is much better than between you."
There is a tacit understanding and more experience.”
Before the girls' faces could light up, Culp continued, "Be clear, I'm not complimenting you.
Girls, you were lucky enough to capture those people alive only because you had the superiority in firepower and intelligence."
After a pause, Kapoor said, "But the next battle will not be that simple. The enemies you face are equal in number to you, but they have richer combat experience and a lower bottom line. Maybe this time their
The firepower is even more powerful than yours."
Seeing that these girls were finally a little nervous, Culp said with a smile, "Kill the enemy, capture the target person, and survive. Okay, get off the car."
Hearing this, the girls in the carriage looked at each other. Asma, who was holding a satellite phone in her hand, was the first to say, "Let's go, I'm not afraid of them!"
Someone took the lead, and the other girls also cheered up, carrying weapons and equipment in one hand and their suitcases in the other, and walked out of the minibus.
Before the last girl who got off the bus could stand still, Culp had already left the ranch in the minibus as if he was running for his life.
The girls looked at each other, and Asma was the first to say, "Test the guns first, and then divide several people to inspect the buildings.
Yulia, go see if that truck can start, and if so, how about hanging something on the back to erase the rut marks on the minibus first?"
"Get moving! In order to survive!" the girl named Yulia clapped her hands and said.
Without any hesitation at all, many girls let go of the suitcases in their hands. A few of them were assigned silent Makarov pistols. They each aimed at a random target and pulled the trigger, and skillfully caught the ejected gun.
They put the bullet casings in their pockets and walked towards the yurts and other buildings in groups of two with their guns raised.
At the same time, several other girls also walked towards the Ural truck. After successfully starting it, they hung some debris on the back of the truck and drove towards the ranch gate along the ruts left by Culp.
The rut marks of the minibus were wiped out.
Before the truck could return to its original position, Asma, who had just installed a signal jammer on the roof of the barn, had already hidden the second jammer in the wool felt gap of a yurt and took off his leather jacket.
Hang it there as a cover.
When the girl, whose upper body was only wearing a navel-baring T-shirt, jumped down, the other girls gathered around.
"There are no people or dogs in the surrounding buildings, but there is a table of steaming food in the yurt."
As one of the short-haired girls spoke, she took off her windbreaker, the skirt underneath, and the high heels on her feet, leaving only the black cycling jersey she was wearing.
She bent down and took out a set of khaki camouflage uniforms and a pair of desert-colored military boots from the suitcase and put them on. She then took out an khaki knitted hat to wrap her hair, and then
Put on that body armor.
There are other girls who are also changing clothes, but changing clothes will not affect the information sharing between them.
"I found two fuel generators, one large and one small, in the corner of the barn, a 55-horsepower tractor with a lawn mower and about five barrels of diesel totaling more than 1,000 liters." A girl who was also busy changing clothes.
said.
"I just discovered the walkie-talkie"
The girl named Yulia pointed to a yurt not far away, "In that car, the number is equal to ours. There are also several telescopes and a large speaker. I tried it.
They all work and can connect to your phone via Bluetooth.”
"Drones can fly"
Another girl who had changed her clothes and was sitting on the suitcase to put on her boots said, "The surrounding terrain is open and the terrain is not too undulating. The commanding height of the terrain is a small mound more than 600 meters away, but the terrain there is not very high."
Not much higher than here."
"How many shotguns with scopes do we have?" Asma asked after changing clothes.
"Four branches"
A girl replied that this so-called "shotgun with a scope" is just an SKS semi-automatic rifle produced in the Soviet Union with a scope mounted on it.
Fortunately, in addition to these shotguns, they also have five pump-action shotguns, as well as a silent Makarov pistol that almost everyone can have.
"In this case, the four 'snipers' can't take action first."
Asma thought for a while and said, "How about using a pump-action shotgun to strike first? With crossfire, you can deal with as many as you can. After they fire, the sniper is responsible for neutralizing the threat or dealing with the enemy's sniper."
"I think it's ok"
The girl named Yulia echoed, "If we can kill half of the enemies in the first round, then we will have a firepower advantage. While the enemies are distracted by snipers and shotgunners, the pistol team can
Fire started."
“Let’s try it first”
The short-haired girl who was the first to share the information said, "By the way, I'm going to calibrate the gun and check the ammunition."
"You can also try to see if the signal jammer has any effect on satellite phones and walkie-talkies."
"Then let's get started!"
Before Asma finished speaking, the girls who had already changed their clothes and shoes packed their suitcases as quickly as possible and hid them all in the hay pile.
A moment later, accompanied by a few sparse gunshots, the girls also completed the calibration of the SKS guns and the ammunition inspection.
When the gunfire subsided, the girls also assigned walkie-talkies, and after establishing the communication channel, they immediately turned on the two signal jammers.
As the jammer was activated, the radio channel was immediately filled with noise.
Using the remote control to turn off the signal jammer, Asma said, "Okay, let's allocate positions and start the drill."
As soon as the words were spoken, the girls immediately dispersed. Some hid under the car, some got into the pile of wool, and some hid in the silo. Some even hid in the sheepfold.
While the girls were busy preparing surprises for the visitors, in the business class of a flight bound for Mongolia, Mr. Mehir was also reviewing all the details with his eyes closed.
Before setting off, Edward finally made the historian willing to stay in Mongolia for one more day to wait for him in accordance with his request.
But what made him more vigilant was that Edward actually bought the earliest flight. This was not normal! That old guy would never take risks unless the rewards far outweighed the risks!
Based on his understanding of Edward over the years, he was almost certain that Edward was already interested in what the historian was holding - he was not even willing to reveal the location of the hotel where the historian was staying! Instead, he vaguely expressed that he would be waiting for him.
Go over and hold that historian in person!
Fortunately, before he set off, the first batch of kidnappers sent out not only accidentally learned the specific location from the "trip report information" sent by the historian to the girls.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The most important thing is that the stupid and arrogant Chinese was deceived out of his purpose of going to Paris next!
“Go to Paris and visit Médecins Sans Frontières headquarters and make big news!”
This was the original Chinese message that the Chinese young man sent to the girls. The kidnappers he sent did not even translate it, but took pictures and sent them to him through the telegram group.
Because of this, Mehir almost used "interruption of business cooperation" as a bargaining chip to let Edward delay his trip to Mongolia for a precious day.
Edward is still too greedy, he actually wants to pry into my secret!
Melchier snorted coldly in his heart, and began to think about how to frame the crime of killing the Chinese scholar on Edward.
Just pretend that Mr. Edward was bribed by American officials...
After careful consideration, Mexier made a decision. The only person to blame for this incident was that the Chinese scholar was too good at causing trouble.
When Edward and the Chinese historian are dead, those beautiful girls can be sold at a good price.
Mehir, who knew how to live well, couldn't help but start thinking about whether to use those beautiful girls to organize a themed auction.
Of course, he didn't know that while he was flying in the sky, Edward's driver had already reached a deal with the Hela girl who had kidnapped him.
Soon after, Edward and his son will each die in a revenge murder, and by then, his daughter will inherit the entire estate.
And he will become the legitimate husband of Edward's daughter.
This is undoubtedly the best result for this driver, maybe...
Fast forward to this afternoon, Weiran’s social account posted a photo located at the Capital Airport of China. This photo captured the flight information screen, on which a flight to Ulaanbaatar happened to be checking in.
information.
Even Xia Shushi, who helped log in to the account to post this update, also helped Wei Ran compose a murderous poem according to Wei Ran's request, but inexplicably matched it with a certain prostitute: "Drunk on the knees of a beautiful woman,
Wake up and hold the murderous sword. I don’t seek the city’s jade, but I seek the right to kill!”
By this time the next day, when Mexier saw the updates posted on Weiran's social platform account and temporarily found a translator to remotely explain the allusions to him, he was already in Hanbang territory.
A certain airport is waiting for the last connecting flight to take off.
Is this a decision to go against us?
Mehir, who was completely mistaken, snorted coldly, but did not take Weiran seriously at all, and greeted his subordinates around him to start the last leg of the voyage.
That evening, Mehir and others landed safely in Ulaanbaatar.
After waiting for a while, several of his men drove over in the off-road vehicles they had rented in advance, picked up Mehir and others and left the airport and the city directly.
Halfway through the journey, a Soviet-era van flashed its lights toward them at the rhythm agreed upon on the dark web.
Soon, one of the off-road vehicles parked beside the van, lowered the window and shook a wad of cash in his hand.
Seeing this, the people in the van reached out to take the wad of cash and inspected it carefully, then handed several travel bags over through the car window.
Before the window could be raised, the van turned off the road built with help from the Soviet era and drove straight into the depths of the vast grassland next door.
In the off-road vehicle, Mehir took a TT33 pistol from his subordinates, skillfully dismantled it into parts and inspected them. Then he assembled them as they were, and took off the magazine, one by one.
Checking the bullets.
At the same time, several other off-road vehicles came up, passing the pistols and AKM assault rifles taken out of the travel bags through the windows, as well as two disassembled SVD sniper rifles.
"Company Commander, shall we take action directly later?" In the off-road vehicle, a man who looked to be in his 30s looked back and asked while inspecting the weapons he had just received.
"Just do it"
Mehir said casually, "Catch that historian and kill the rest. I will go back at noon tomorrow. You can bring someone to stay. When Edward arrives, let him bear the wrath of China."
"Yes!" The man sitting in the passenger seat responded simply in Hebrew.
More than an hour later, several off-road vehicles drove to the edge of the pasture based on GPS navigation.
Taking advantage of the setting sun that had not completely sunk into the horizon, the four snipers in several vehicles almost subconsciously noticed the only highest point of the terrain in the distance.
They raised the binoculars and took a look. Under the reflection of the setting sun, they could clearly see what seemed to be a truck parked there.
"Let's take the commanding heights"
Before these four snipers finished speaking, they had already opened the door and got out of the car in no particular order, carrying their weapons and walking quickly over.
As the distance got closer, the four people also became more vigilant, but soon they noticed that the hood of the truck had been opened, some of its parts had been removed, and there were even more things scattered around.
Some oil stains and wrenches and stuff.
Going around to the back of the car, there were several bales of pasture that seemed to be used as seats scattered in the dirty cargo compartment filled with sheep dung, and a few yellowed sheepskins were spread on them.
Compared with the cargo cloak on the right facing the direction of the yurt, the tarpaulin on the left is in tatters and densely covered with several large and small holes.
After carefully checking the cab and the bottom of the car, the two sniper teams breathed a sigh of relief.
Soon, the news that the two four-person sniper teams were in position came from the radio headsets of the rest of the people, including Mehir.
"Surround the farm from three directions and drive the people on the farm toward the sniper team." Mehir held the microphone and gave the order.
Shortly after he released the launch button, the doors of all the off-road vehicles were pushed open, and the remaining 10 people also carried weapons and began to attack the buildings in the center of the ranch.
On the other hand, Mehir had already stretched his upper body out of the sunroof of the off-road vehicle, holding up a telescope to watch the excitement.
"Coming"
At the same time, in the fodder warehouse of this pasture, the girl Hela who was responsible for controlling the drone also sent out a reminder through the radio and reported the location of each enemy.
As the distance got closer, the men who quietly approached the yurt also heard a loud, unpleasant, incomprehensible but inexplicably pleasant Chinese song coming from a lit yurt.
Even, as the distance got closer, they not only smelled the strong smell of mutton, but also saw the door of the yurt where the unpleasant singing was coming from, and a bonfire burning in a tattered oil drum.
The man in the lead made a few gestures without looking back, and the rest of the group dispersed in a tacit agreement, preparing to clear out the yurts one by one.
Almost at the same time, the Hela girls hiding in every corner also heard the scratching sound coming from their earphones. This was a signal to fire! It was also a signal to activate the signal jammer!
But the first thing to move was the grass not far from the front of the truck at the commanding heights of the terrain a few hundred meters away.
As the turf was lifted, the two Hela girls quietly climbed to the bottom of the truck, then slowly stood up from the left side of the truck, and thrust the muzzles of their silent pistols into the large tents on the tarpaulin.
Big and small holes, decisively pull the trigger!
Amidst the faint gunfire, the two people sitting on the straw bales in the cargo compartment and aiming their guns in the direction of the yurt were the first to be shot in the back of the head!
Almost at the same time when the bullet shell hit the tarpaulin of the truck and made two muffled sounds, the other two observers subconsciously jumped to the side, turned around, and then accurately... caught the two girls with their chests.
Bullets fired from close range.
She put away the gun neatly, and one of the girls quickly climbed onto the cargo bed, put the SKS with the scope on her shoulder on the tail panel of the cargo bed, and aimed at Mei who was standing in the sunroof of the off-road vehicle.
Hill.
The other Hela girl held down the transmit button of the walkie-talkie and gently scratched the transmitter with her finger to send out a signal.
For a time, in the pasture, several shotgun barrels were poked out from the pile of wool, through the curtains of the yurt, or from under the troughs of the stables, aiming at the intruders who had not dispersed and then buttoned them.
The trigger was pulled!
"Bang bang bang bang bang!"
In the roar that was almost loud, the five enemies were either shot in the lower back, or in the back of the heart or even in the back of the head, and simply lay together.
Before the survivors of the surprise attack had time to turn around and fight back, three SKSs opened fire almost simultaneously in the direction of the silage, killing three more dogs in one round. At this point, only the last two dogs were left alive in the pasture.
Already.
Being unprepared for being attacked from both sides, the two men subconsciously relied on their years of tacit understanding to aim their guns in the two directions where the bullets were coming!
It's a pity that before they could pull the trigger, two silent Makarov pistols poked out from the bottom of the tractor and the van less than five meters away. The bullets fired from each of them were also fierce.
It hit the chests of the last two people.
"Plop"
The last two enemies were weak and fell to the ground. Before they lost consciousness, in the yurt not far away with lights on and filled with the aroma of barbecue, a new song just ended with a pretty good prelude.
, and continued to let that ugly broken gong voice sing Chinese songs that they didn’t understand at all:
