At the excavation site under the bright sun, the bodies of commander Roman and driver Vajim had been cleaned up by soldiers and placed on two pieces of white cloth according to their physiological structures.
At the edge of the excavation site, Wei Ran followed the instructions on the phone and found Dalia, who had arrived at some unknown time, and followed her silently into the car parked on the roadside.
"Found it?" Dalia asked as she started the car.
"Found it" Wei Ran nodded, "and found the key information."
"What luck," Dalia sighed.
"You're really lucky." Wei Ran nodded in agreement, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.
"Do you need me to help you change your ticket again?"
Daria glanced at the gas station in the co-pilot's seat, paused for a moment and then continued, "There will be a flight from Belgorod to Egypt tomorrow morning. After you arrive there, there will even be someone waiting for you at the airport and bringing you
You take it to the filming location."
"The work over there is urgent?" Wei Ran looked at the former and asked.
"Not urgent"
Dalia responded with a smile, "But if you take this flight, when you land, there will be a vehicle purchasing supplies to take you to the shooting site, otherwise you will have to go by yourself. In addition, according to Anna,
Say, Mr. Edward who went with you recently has been asking about your itinerary."
"He really went?"
"I went at the invitation of Mr. Charlotte," Daria explained nonchalantly, and then asked again, "So do you want to change the flight?"
"Just change it," Wei Ranhun said nonchalantly. Now that things here are over, it's time to go to Egypt.
As for the investigation entrusted by Edward, Wei Ran is not in a hurry. He just wants to relax his tense nerves first and let himself rest.
After chatting all the way back to the city, Wei Ran and Teacher Dalia had a late lunch together, and the latter immediately drove Wei Ran back to the hotel in the car he had rented before.
"You go to the airport by yourself early tomorrow morning. I will send you the flight information later. I will also help you return the car." Before Dalia could finish her words, she stepped on the accelerator and drove away.
Watching the car completely disappear from sight, Wei Ran turned around and walked into the hotel. He leisurely returned to the rented room, picked up his luggage and went downstairs to check out again. He randomly changed to a hotel not too far from the airport.
Lived in.
In the blink of an eye, early the next morning, Weiyan rushed to the airport in advance according to the flight information sent by Dalia and boarded a plane bound for the Egyptian coastal city of Matruh.
Matruh Port is definitely a geographical hub in North Africa. Among other things, during the Battle of El Alamein, Rommel set up his headquarters here, and even left a message about General Rommel's treasure.
rumor.
Of course, rumors are just rumors after all. Not to mention that historians like Wei Ran don't believe them, but ordinary people with a little bit of brains will probably laugh them off and regard them as just anecdotes to pass the time.
Nowadays, this city has become a veritable tourist destination, and July coincides with the peak tourist season. Therefore, before Wei Ran's plane even landed on the airport runway, he saw almost everything through the porthole window.
Tourists crowd every inch of the city's beaches.
However, compared to everything he saw in the sky, when he left the airport with a small amount of luggage and met a young man holding a pick-up sign with his name in Russian, what he saw next was something different.
It's a different scene.
Objectively speaking, this seaside city is indeed beautiful, but there are definitely a lot of garbage and fat people begging on the streets. Of course, there are more white tourists from European and American countries, and they chase these tourists to sell various specialties.
of hawkers.
What was a pity was that the mixed-race young man in charge of picking up the plane didn't seem to speak Russian. The only reason why Weiran could trust him was because of the phone call Mr. Culp made when he landed.
Under the leadership of this young man, Weiran got into a Toyota pickup truck painted in sand color and drove through the streets to an unknown destination.
The car drove slowly for half an hour and finally stopped in the parking lot of a Holiday Inn less than 200 meters away from the coastline.
Far away, he saw his overly ostentatious armored pickup truck. Next to the pickup truck, there were two trucks parked on the left and right. Although it looked new, it was a bit outdated at the same time.
Ural 4320 truck.
"It's a good thing there's no Hail Rocket Launcher on it..."
Weiran muttered to himself. One of the two vehicles carried a stainless steel oil storage tank. As he got closer, he could still smell the faint smell of diesel.
The other car was carrying a cold food container. As for what was inside, I'm afraid we won't know until it is opened.
When he wandered around and finally stood at the front of his armored pickup truck, the young man who brought him here had already handed over the keys to the armored pickup truck, and even gestured to Wei Ran to drive the pickup truck.
come out.
Although he didn't know what the other party was going to do, Wei Ran happily opened the car door and got into the cab, started the car and drove out of the parking space.
When he stepped on the brakes, the young man immediately gave a thumbs-up sign, followed by a sign of stopping, and then disappeared in a flash.
"Did that bastard Culp do it on purpose? Can't he send someone who can speak Russian or German?"
Wei Ran muttered to himself, then simply opened the glove box in the passenger seat and took out the briefcase that Edward had given to him.
After a general inspection, he saw that the broken telescope was still in the bag. He breathed a sigh of relief, threw the briefcase on the passenger seat, and waited patiently for the young man to come back.
Less than ten minutes later, the young man drove into the parking lot on a gasoline tricycle with Chinese characters on it, and the driver was an old man wearing local clothes.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Seeing the young man waving to him again, Wei Ran had no choice but to open the door and jump out.
To his expectation, the young man enthusiastically handed over two small baskets and a plastic bag. In one of the baskets, there was a large bunch of dates with crystal water drops, and in the other basket there were
The bag contained dried dates. The plastic bag contained a loose white Arabic robe, a pair of slippers, and a soft khaki Arabic square scarf.
After he delivered the small gift into the carriage, the young man immediately waved the tricycle to the rear of the armored pickup truck.
Under Wei Ran's gaze, the old man driving the three-wheeler lifted off the wet blanket covering the cargo compartment, revealing one big dark green watermelon after another!
The young man smiled at Wei Ran, turned around and ran to the side of the Ural truck next to him, and took out an air mattress and an old diving cylinder from the passenger seat.
With Wei Ran's help, he laid the inflatable mattress in the cargo compartment of the armored pickup truck. After filling up the air with a gas bottle, he immediately called for extra help from the old man and moved the watermelons in one by one.
However, after the three of them loaded all the watermelons into the cargo compartment of the pickup truck, there was actually a layer of cardboard boxes placed at the bottom of the three-wheeled motorcycle's cargo compartment.
Taking the cardboard box handed over by the old man, Wei Ran could not read the Arabic text on it, but he could recognize it as a box of beer from the patterns on it.
After emptying the beer from the tricycle, the young man and the old man left the parking lot again, leaving Wei Ran looking blankly at the trucks on both sides and the contents of the cargo compartments.
This time, about 20 minutes later, the young man came back again on a three-wheeled motorcycle.
The things that were sent into the hopper this time did not change much. Except for a few large bunches of fresh dates, the rest were boxes of various drinks and more beer!
When the cargo compartment was completely full, the young man finally handed the old man a wad of Egyptian pounds with satisfaction, and then quickly fixed the canvas door curtain of the armored pickup truck.
Until the old man drove away on his three-wheeled motorcycle, the young man pointed to the cab of the armored pickup truck, and then he opened the heavy door of the rear compartment.
When Wei Ran sat in the cab and closed the door, the mixed-race young man immediately opened the tattered pocket bag that he had never left, and then pulled out a miniature Uzi submachine gun and two magazines, one long and one short, and handed it to
Wei Ran subconsciously turned his back!
After looking at the nervous and sincere eyes of the other party, Wei Ran hesitated for a moment and finally took the weapon handed to him.
Until this time, the young man put his hand into his pocket again, then took out a small note, unfolded it and handed it to Wei Ran.
Opening the note, Wei Ran shook his head dumbfounded. There was a sentence printed in Chinese with typos on the note, "Follow me and I will go to the shooting scene for you. If you need to eat, just nod."
Seeing Wei Ran put away the note, the young man made a gesture of pulling something into his mouth to eat. It wasn't until Wei Ran shook his head again that he took out a button cell phone and dialed, using Arabic that Wei Ran didn't understand.
What did Yu say.
After a while, an old man with a beer belly and a balding head walked out of the hotel. He waved enthusiastically in the direction of Wei Ran, then took a bunch of keys from his waist and opened the car with a fuel tank.
truck door.
At the same time, the young man who was originally in the sanitation truck also opened the door and got into the cab of the truck carrying the cold food container.
After a while, the two trucks slowly drove out of the parking lot one after the other with their engines roaring and their horns blaring.
"Aren't you here to make movies?"
Wei Ran glanced at the submachine gun and two magazines placed on the passenger seat. After hesitating for a moment, he unloaded the 32-round long magazine mounted on the gun, and then emptied the magazine before placing the three magazines.
The magazine and the weapon itself were all stuffed into the gap under the seat.
Only when he was sure that these gadgets that he had no use for would not escape, he started the car and left the parking lot following the two trucks that were obviously waiting for him.
