Near noon, Kurt Holler and his team, as well as Zhong Zhen and Zha Xifeng's father and son, didn't even eat lunch and hurriedly left Wei Ran's small foreign-style building with a lot of harvest.
In the waiting hall of the high-speed rail station, the fat Yashar asked in confusion while waiting for the train, "Is the paper on protracted war that Mr. Victor gave us really useful? Didn't Mr. Jiang talk to us a few days ago?
Discussed..."
"He sent more than just talks about protracted war."
Aladdin, who had already realized something was wrong, took out the paper documents from the portfolio and handed them to Kurt, "In other words, this is just an excuse. Let's take a look, from the back to the front."
Hearing this, Kurt took the stack of A4 papers bound together and flipped through them curiously.
Printed on the front of this stack of A4 paper is indeed "On Protracted War" translated by Wei Ran himself.
For himself, performing this unnecessary translation himself was more of a substitute for Clara Edelweiss's gift to "the children".
But if you turn it over and look from the back to the front, the other side of this stack of A4 paper is printed like a wanted poster, with detailed information about a Jew on each page.
This information is as detailed as the specific address, phone number, photos, frequent routes, and even the list of assets and family members. In particular, it also lists the details and network of their buyers and sellers.
These were all dug out through Mehir at the beginning, and some of them were found by Wei Ran who was followed when he was transiting in Vladivostok not long ago, and was found through the network of the rich man who was arranged by Anfiya to make sanitary ware.
Although Ms. Page helped solve some of the problems at the beginning to transfer risks and attention to him, after Hela followed the clues for such a long time, she still found many warts that slipped through the net.
The most important thing is that the people on this list are basically in Europe!
After just one glance, Holler hurriedly closed the stack of lists before Yashar looked over curiously, and hurriedly stuffed them into the portfolio.
In just a flash of thought, he understood Wei Ran's intention.
Obviously, with this list, when they and the young people they trained are murdered again in the future, they will at least have a clear target for revenge!
Almost subconsciously, he touched the USB flash drive in his pocket. Holler had a strong hunch that the USB flash drive might contain more detailed information about these targets!
Is this really what a historian can provide?
Among the people waiting for the high-speed train to depart, except for Yashar, who was confused, the others couldn't help but ponder the same question, and subconsciously selected the young man named Zhong Zhen as the person to provide the information.
"It seems that the historian has a completely different understanding of protracted war than Mr. Jiang," Kurt Holler couldn't help but sigh.
"This is a guarantee for our safety," said Hanward, who also discovered the anomaly.
"But we are Doctors Without Borders, not..."
Before Aladdin finished speaking, the hot-tempered Mr. Holler spoke in German that Yashar could not understand, "Don't forget, you are indeed Doctors Without Borders, but I am not special! Those who are outside the law
The retired children are not MSF either!”
"Don't be impulsive," Hanward warned. "Don't you still understand?"
"Can't you understand what?" Holler asked with a snort.
"Can't you understand why that young man printed these on the back?"
Hanwad said calmly, "This list is the guarantee for our protracted fight. He is hinting to us that Gaza may not be big enough, but Europe is big enough."
"What on earth do you want to say?" Holler asked dissatisfied.
"Mr. Historian has provided us with a new direction of fighting, although it may not necessarily suit us."
Hanward said as he retied the string of the file bag, "I'm not stopping you, but what happens after all these targets are killed? Should we ask historians for a new list? What should we think about?
Just get a new list yourself."
"What on earth are you talking about?" Yashar asked dissatisfied.
"Some things that will bring you danger," Hanward said with a smile, "Yashar, we cannot let you participate in these topics."
"All right"
The big fat Yashar wisely stopped asking any more questions, but looked curiously at the put away portfolios.
Just when this group of people isolated Yashar from the chat channel, they were each thinking about how to digest the gift Wei Ran gave them.
Father and son Zhong Zhen and Zha Xifeng, who had also left, were also chatting about the cooperation they had just negotiated in the basement of Wei Ran's house.
"Mr. Zhong, what do you think?" Zha Xifeng asked politely in Chinese.
"I don't have any ideas. I am not at a loss for this. In the future, I will even consider sending some of my people to join MSF to gain experience."
Zhong Zhen joked half-seriously in a nonchalant tone, "In the future, if I have an enhanced company of Doctors Without Borders stationed around me for a long time, I will sacrifice the MSF I raised to heaven to anyone who dares to trouble me.
By then, as long as one or two are injured, the saliva will drown those idiots."
"Is this what Doctors Without Borders uses?" Zhan Zhan, who was in charge of driving, muttered in shock.
"Studying medicine can't save anyone, not even yourself. If you want to save others, you still have to rely on the barrel of a gun."
Zhong Zhen looked around for his response, and then brought the topic to Zha Xifeng and his son, "What about you? I guess it's not a loss, right?"
"Just a few more mouths to eat."
Zha Xifeng said with a smile, "But I have made a lot of friends. Through them, my demining company can get more orders. I am even willing to send people to follow them. This is much safer than acting alone."
Hearing this, Zhong Zhen, who had been talking nonsense just now, just smiled and said, "Zhammer, stop the car, I'll get off the car right here."
Zha Xifeng, who originally wanted to ask something else, wisely closed her mouth, and Zha Xifeng also slowly pulled over and stopped the car.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Waving away and watching the car of their father and son disappear from the end of the line of sight, Zhong Zhen walked to the other side of the road, opened the door of a car and got in.
Go in.
"What happened?"
Before the car door closed, Xia Shushi, who was sitting in the driver's seat, asked.
"As the beasts guessed, Wei Daxian'er was kidnapped and murdered again and again."
Zhong Zhen said with joy, "I guess he got angry this time and is preparing to take revenge."
"How to say?"
"On November, the fat man on the rabbit riding with the Long March cultural relics you found and his friends from Doctors Without Borders were invited.
Wei Ran asked me to provide people here, and he will provide his own funds for long-term funding." Zhong Zhen said like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube.
"That's it?" Xia Shushi asked nonchalantly.
"more than"
Zhong Zhen thought for a while and said truthfully, "Zhan'er and I each gave 50 training quotas. Accordingly, after those trained people go back, each person must get at least two quotas to complete the performance.
It requires a video recording, just like a special bounty hunter."
"What else?" Xia Shushi became interested.
"Every year he still needs 21 disabled war orphans. Lao Cha, I and the Doctors Without Borders work together to give them to him.
In addition, we also need war orphans who are beautiful and have no disabilities. This time we have selected 21 young girls, and it is up to the three of us to collect them.
These will all come with the first batch of trainees and be secretly sent to his twin secretaries. I estimate that most of them are to replenish the blood of his damned sea."
"Is there any more?" Xia Shushi handed over a lady's cigarette and continued to ask.
"I have someone here set up a trading company to help him purchase materials from the country and export them to Mr. Holler. This doesn't cost a lot of money."
After Zhong Zhen shook off what he knew, he took the cigarette and lit it and asked curiously, "Speaking of this, are the beasts who have recently exposed the news on the Internet also participated? I think many of them were caught by me.
The ghost..."
“Don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask.”
Xia Shushi paused, then added with the same joy, "I don't know the specifics, but the lunatics we raised can be considered special meritorious deeds this time."
"I've seen it too, it's such a mess over there."
Zhong Zhen said and took a puff of his cigarette, "Who would have thought that treating mental illness can not only make money but also make extra money? There is something wrong with the brain of anyone who can come up with this idea."
"Who says it's not"
Xia Shushi lowered the backrest of the seat and said, "But the water has become more and more muddy due to him. I guess big steps will be taken to fix it later."
"What should I say?" Zhong Zhen immediately became energetic.
"You've done so much, invested so much money, just to buy and sell people? Not really, you won't even be able to get back the money."
Xia Shushi said firmly, "Just watch, maybe one day our great scholars will have to do a whole lot of work, and by then the people who are being punished may not even know who got slapped.
To tell you the truth, the mentally ill people who are being raised by the beasts and his aunt can't even guarantee the special eight hours of sleep every day. They are conscientious in making up conspiracies on the Internet.
Let’s not even talk about the rumors on conspiracy websites in the English-speaking world that the United States and Germany are preparing to carve up Europe.
Just look at the little devil, those secret revealing websites created by Hella that are even harder to catch than pornographic websites.
Now even the outrageous rumors that Special Code Yamamoto 56 and Tojo Takaji are not dead are actually spread. The latest version I saw this morning through the wall, the Japanese have already accumulated nuclear weapons and are preparing to push the stick.
Qinzhuo’s aunt is also a cruel person. I heard Qinzhuo say that these days, his aunt has not only stopped taking medication for mentally ill people but also smokes and drinks enough. She is also thinking about unique products to enhance her creative inspiration."
After Xia Shushi said this long series of revelations about "Gulu", Zhong Zhen couldn't help but swallow his saliva. For a moment, he actually had the illusion that he was still too simple and too kind.
Obviously, with so much junk information being thrown at them, the cost of just refuting the rumors would be overwhelming.
And if you refute a rumor, how can it be that everyone immediately believes it after you refute it? It just makes the rumor more confusing.
"I'm still a little confused, what's the use of this?" Zhong Zhen couldn't help but ask.
“But it’s useful”
Xia Shushi said in a particularly sober tone, "Let's not talk about his desire to completely muddy the waters. As far as the public opinion war is concerned, if someone throws shit on your head, you have to do more than just wipe the shit off your face.
You still have to..."
"Oh——!" Zhong Zhen suddenly realized it before the other party finished speaking. He slapped his thigh and said, "You still have to slap him in the face?"
"You also have to ride on the other person's shoulders and give him a hot drink."
Xia Shushi's metaphor became more disgusting, and his voice became lower. "Now that he has stirred up this demonic trend, there have been many orders selling information on conspiracy plans from various European countries on the shores and online."
Zhong Zhen's eyes widened when he heard this, "Is it him too?"
"Anyway, I guess Hela has made a lot of money in these intelligence businesses," Xia Shushi said firmly.
"No, does anyone buy it?" Zhong Zhen asked in disbelief.
“On the shore website, they don’t check for university diplomas.”
Xia Shushi said nonchalantly, "No one said that there are no stupid people in Anwang, right? Besides, they are not really stupid.
No matter how fake the news is, as long as you buy it and mark it as purchased from shore.com, you can make a lot of money even if you make a video and post it online to attract people's attention, and it can also make more stupid people believe it.
Moreover, there may be people who make money by producing and selling their own products, and then post videos to make money. This kind of thing can be cashed out faster than money laundering."
"Gulu"
Zhong Zhen couldn't help but swallowed again, "Is Wei Daxian'er really a historian?"
“Not true”
Xia Shushi had no doubt about this, "His professional ability is obvious to all and is beyond doubt."
"But those..."
"If you name it, that's the business he invested in at most."
Xia Shushi's tone became more serious, "You must remember, he is just a historian and nothing else.
In any case, our brothers are like grasshoppers on a tightrope. If nothing happens to him, we can still drink soup and be full."
"I'm not stupid"
Zhong Zhen took a puff of his cigarette and said proudly, "I also suffer from a lot of mental illness. Damn it, I will have to give those mental illness workers a few hard whips. If you don't make this money, you won't make it in vain."
.”
"You can do things much more conveniently than me and the beasts," Xia Shushi hinted bluntly.
While these two scumbag brothers were messing around, Wei Ran had already taken the Katenka sisters to clean up the basement of the small foreign-style building, and personally drove the two sisters to the high-speed rail station.
Now that everything was over, Wei Ran was relieved to return to the small foreign building. After some wandering, he bought a cheap laptop and two mobile hard drives and returned to the small foreign building.
I personally removed the laptop's network card, and Weiran didn't even bother to install the casing and just turned it on.
While the system was booting, he took out the hard drive containing biological research data from the food box and connected it to the computer.
Perhaps because of overconfidence, this hard drive does not even have basic encryption measures.
Seeing the densely packed files filling the screen, Wei Ran didn't bother to look through them and copied them directly to a mobile hard drive.
This was not over yet. He then took out a USB flash drive that he had obtained from Anfiya and connected it. He opened the encryption tool inside which might have been designed by Anfiya herself. He first scanned the seized hard drive to make sure it was secure.
He hid the file, then erased the copy record just now, encrypted it and set a password that he couldn't remember and had no intention of remembering.
After everything was ready, Weiran placed the two mobile hard drives on the upper and lower layers of the food box, then took out the wire cutters and violently removed the hard drive, memory and even the CPU of the laptop and cut them into pieces.
After being fully prepared, Wei Ran put the remains of the scrapped laptop into the computer bag he was given, then took out the Guqin Yaoguang, sat under the ginkgo tree that had lost all its leaves, and played the few words he knew.
A song to calm your mind.
Next, he only needs to wait patiently, wait for the matter to ferment for a few months, wait for a suitable time for Ms. Nile to see the light of day again, and then secretly send the newly encrypted original data to the embassy.
At the same time, Anfisa, who had already taken the high-speed train, also sent an email through the authenticator.
Less than five minutes later, Nineel, who was far away in the United States, was awakened by a spam text message, and then quickly logged into the secret mailbox.
However, when he saw the email he had just received, Niner couldn't help but cursed in his heart, "This scumbag is getting more and more disgusting! Why even Indians want it!"
Although there was a lot of dissatisfaction, Nineel still made a call after some selection due to the recent huge profits.
Less than half an hour later, a convicted felon whom he had just bought from prison and brought to the United States knocked on the door.
"Sir, what are your orders?" This felon who had killed and injured more than double digits asked extremely politely.
"Your loyalty assessment task is here"
As Ninel spoke, he took out two wads of cash from the refrigerator and handed them to the other party, "I'm leaving for Cow Urine Country now. I need you to do something for me. If nothing goes wrong after the thing is done, you will be mine."
Already."
"Aren't you afraid that I will run away?" the felon asked bluntly.
"You can try it." Ninel waved his hand nonchalantly, "Go quickly. I hope you will be on the streets of New Delhi the morning after tomorrow."
The felon opened his mouth hesitantly, put away the two wads of cash, turned and left the room.
Less than five minutes later, another person walked into the room without even knocking on the door.
"Keep an eye on him," Ninel said with a yawn, and handed the other party a phone card that had never been used before.
The man didn't say anything, took the phone card, turned around and left the room.
On the same day, Uncle Chubu, who had briefly met Wei Ran, also waved a stack of bills of lading and took away a large amount of arms from a warehouse in Wukolan.
"As agreed, you can take away these goods, but you have to tell me where you got the bill of lading." In the shadow of the warehouse door, a white man in a suit said.
"no problem"
Uncle Chubu took a thick cigar from the assistant next to him and let the assistant light it for him. Then he lowered his voice while puffing and puffing, and said, "Nale, it's Ms. Nile, but I don't know
You need to find out who her employer is."
"Naile? That German woman?" the white man in a suit asked in surprise, "Is she still alive?"
"At least she was alive when I bought these bills of lading."
Uncle Chubb said, "The night before the fire broke out in my good friend's nursing home, I happened to be visiting my friend in Moscow."
"How did you find him?" the man in the suit asked suspiciously.
"No, no, no, you made a mistake."
Uncle Chubu shook his fat hand holding a cigar, "She contacted me. She wanted to sell some bills of lading at a low price to change a route. Of course I had no reason to refuse, so I arranged for her to go to Belgoro
Germany, and bought these bills of lading."
"Where is she now?" the white man in suit asked.
"Here's another deal"
Uncle Chubu said, "I don't need to hide one thing from you. The parts trading and NGO information that were recently exposed were bought by my friend from her."
"That's all? Did you buy anything else from her?" the white man in suit asked slightly nervously.
"You mean there are other more valuable things hidden in her body?" Uncle Chubu asked sharply.
"Answer my question first," said the white man in a suit.
"We took off all her clothes but didn't find anything else."
Uncle Chubu narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "I know where she escaped. Do you want to trade?"
"What do you want?" the white man in suit asked simply.
"I want to know what other extraordinary things she took away," Uncle Chubu asked curiously.
"You really don't know?"
“Don’t waste time”
Uncle Chubu waved his hand impatiently, "If I knew what I was taking away, there would be no need for me to offer such conditions for negotiating the price, so I might as well make it simpler."
"Let's change the way of trading"
The man in the suit said, "I want to buy Ms. Naile. How about goods of the same value as these bills of lading?"
"Do you want to die or live?" Uncle Chubu asked excitedly.
"Of course it's alive"
“Forget it then”
Uncle Chubu waved his hand, "This is a transaction trap. If she lives, I will definitely ask her what exactly you are looking for and then kill her. I don't want to inherit her troubles, so how about we each take a step back?"
Sample?"
"How do you want to trade?" The man in the suit asked again patiently.
"How about you let me use those bills of lading again?" Uncle Chubb said like a lion.
"Let's play a game"
The man in the suit rolled up the bill of lading in his hand so that only the corners were exposed, "You can take three out of it, and you can take them with you no matter what they are, but you have to tell me where she went."
"Five," Uncle Chubu said greedily.
"make a deal"
The man in the suit said simply, "Which picture do you want?"
"Give me every other card, starting with the one closest to me." Uncle Chubb said expectantly like a senior gambler.
Hearing this, the man in the suit simply took out the five bills of lading belonging to Uncle Chubu, and then put the ones that had not been picked away into his pocket, "Where is she?"
"The night after the fire in the nursing home, I flew her from Belgorod to Azerbaijan on my private plane and arranged for her to be flown to Morocco on a transport plane."
Uncle Chubu took the bill of lading and looked through it and said, "As for where she boarded the cargo ship in Morocco, I don't know. I didn't know she was so valuable at the time. Damn it, why am I still so unlucky?
?What kind of scrap metal is this?"
“You choose it yourself”
The man in the suit said casually, "I'll go look for it. I hope you didn't lie to me."
"There's no need for me to lie about such a trivial matter."
Uncle Chubu said, "Also, since my good friend has unfortunately passed away, how about letting me do your business with him?"
"no problem"
The man in the suit responded simply and said as he walked out, "It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Boroshenk."
"It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Maxim."
Uncle Chubu responded nonchalantly, and then anxiously called to his subordinates to pick up the goods quickly with the newly obtained delivery orders.
"The water has been stirred up and become more and more turbid. It depends on who can catch the fish."
Uncle Chubu watched the man in a suit get into the car parked not far away with his peripheral vision, but his fat face covered up all the expectations in his heart with the resentment of "not getting a good card."
