In the desert hinterland close to the border between the two countries, a group of five people, accompanied by two fox cubs, sat around the edge of a warm campfire, enjoying a sumptuous dinner and cold beer while chatting.
"Mr. Edward, which direction did your grandfather, Mr. Laws, walk when he was looking for his colleagues?" Wei Ran touched Edward next to him with a beer and asked to use the topic.
"this..."
Edward pondered for a moment, with a look of confusion on his face, "You have seen the work records he left. My grandfather has been here many times, and has searched around in several directions. He... doesn't seem to be...
Remember where his colleagues went."
"There should be no lies this time..."
Wei Ran looked back while drinking. Judging from Edward's reply just now, his grandfather, Mr. Laws, had most likely been lost in the vast desert. Otherwise, the other party would have found his so-called colleague long ago.
Already.
Seeing that Wei Ran didn't speak, Edward asked, "Victor, where should we look next?"
"Not urgent"
Wei Ran pointed at the mountains behind him and said, "If we stay here for a day or two, maybe there will be any clues on this mountain?"
"If there were any clues, my grandfather would have found his colleagues long ago." Edward reminded him, holding up his beer.
"It's precisely because your grandfather didn't find his colleagues that I had the opportunity to come here, isn't it?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.
Hearing this, Edward didn't say anything else. He just touched the cold can with Wei Ran and turned around to chat in English with Saleh sitting on the other side about cigars.
"Victor, do you need me to go look around for you tomorrow?" Soliman asked proactively, holding a leg of lamb in his hand.
"What are you looking for?" Wei Ran smiled and touched the can with the other party.
"How do I know?" Soliman spread his hands, "Of course you are looking for whatever you said you were looking for."
"Let's search around this mountain tomorrow."
Wei Ran deliberately raised his voice slightly, "Look for anything artificial here, anything."
"Leave it to me!" Soliman agreed enthusiastically, but then reminded him, "By the way, remember to keep all weapons by your side when you rest at night."
"Is it unsafe?" Wei Ranjiang looked at the other party and asked.
"This place is less than 20 kilometers from the border. Do you think it is safe or unsafe?"
Soliman spread his hands and said, "Of course, this is just a preparation. With my father and the Berber guide here, no one will be willing to conflict with us."
Without continuing the topic, Wei Ran opened another can of beer and threw a piece of unchewed rib meat to the two little foxes running around them, secretly wondering when to use the tattered
Use the telescope to see what happened.
Having had enough wine and food, Wei Ran got into the tent that smelled a little bit bad. Before he could turn on the kerosene heater he brought, Soliman followed him in with a little round fox in one hand.
.
"These two little things will freeze to death if they stay outside overnight."
While Soliman was speaking, he threw the two little ones onto the folding bed and handed a note to Wei Ran, "Before going to bed at night and when you get up tomorrow, remember to check the tent carefully, especially the shoes and bed.
Are there any scorpions or poisonous snakes down there, but with those two little guys here, you don’t have to worry too much about these things. Finally, remember to close the tent door tightly before going to bed."
After speaking, Soliman quickly turned around and left the tent without waiting for Wei Ran to speak. He blatantly put on his night vision goggles and got into the cab of the truck with an SVD sniper rifle.
At the same time, the Berber guide also carried two Soviet-made rocket launchers and walked unhurriedly to the other side of the low mountain.
Putting the note into his pocket, Wei Ran tightened the zipper of the tent door, and slowly lit the kerosene heater. He waited until the tent warmed up, then carefully inspected the corners of the tent with a flashlight.
At noon, I carried the two little guys who were already curled up on the sleeping bags to the stall with the heater.
Lying on the creaking folding bed, Wei Ran turned off the flashlight, took out the note Soliman had given him not long ago, and read it carefully by the light of the phone screen.
On this piece of paper, which was only the size of a playing card, there was only a short paragraph written in Russian, "Edward is very familiar with the nearby terrain, especially the Libyan terrain across the border."
"Intelligence obtained by Saleh?" Wei Ran thought for a moment and hid the note in his phone case.
In the blink of an eye, the next morning, when Wei Ran was woken up by two howling little foxes, the sky outside the tent had already lit up fish belly white.
He turned off the heater and opened the tent door. Before Wei Ran could leave the tent, the two little foxes had already rushed out like two big mice. They each found a piece of sand, bent their hind legs and straightened their furry legs.
The big tail started to use force.
He quickly tightened the zipper on the tent door, got into the armored pickup truck parked nearby, started the engine, chose a random direction, and drove out.
A moment later, Edward's slightly nervous call came from the radio channel, "Victor, what are you going to do?"
"Find a place with a nice view to poop, do you want to join us?" Weiran stepped on the brakes and asked, holding the microphone of the car radio.
"Forget it...forget it." Edward, who was wearing pajamas, stood at the door of his tent and responded slightly awkwardly to the walkie-talkie in his hand.
After glancing at the rearview mirror, Wei Ran stepped on the accelerator again and drove the car a hundred meters away from the camp. Then he pushed open the door and unfastened his belt while walking to the other side of the armored pickup truck.
Whistling, Wei Yan made a small pit in the cold sand. After buckling his belt, Wei Yan opened the passenger door and took out the Zeiss telescope that Edward had left behind from the glove box.
"Just now..."
Wei Ran murmured to himself. All the clues he could find now were found. When the current intelligence was not enough to support him in finding Mr. Rouse's colleague, for the sake of 500,000 euros, it was time to do so.
When the metal book appears.
After taking a deep breath, the metal book quietly appeared, and stopped at the blank page 22 amidst the clatter of turning pages.
While he was waiting, the metal quill drew a figure amidst the sound of friction with the paper.
This figure is standing on a rock holding a telescope. Behind him, there seems to be a stretch of yellow sand.
After a while, lines of text appeared under the picture.
Role identity: Prospector Victor
Conditions for return: Reach a survival agreement with Felix and survive until the moment of capture.
Is this it? Why is there no photo taking task?
In Wei Ran's astonished expression, his field of vision was replaced by dazzling white light, and then, pictures of some items quickly passed in front of his eyes.
"Titanium alloy sidearms, telescopes, Rolleiflex mirrors, oil drums and food boxes are also there?!"
Wei Ran immediately breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he had those three oil drums and food boxes, and as long as the food and drink he had packed in them were still there, no matter what he encountered in this desert, at least he wouldn't have to worry about dying of thirst or starvation.
However, before he could be happy for long, there was a rumbling noise in his ears, and at the same time, he felt as if something was covering his eyes.
It feels like I'm on a plane...
The uneasiness in Wei Ran's heart became more and more serious. Almost as he raised his hand to tear off the thing on his head, a sharp whistle came from the rumbling noise.
Glancing at the thick black eye mask in his hand, Wei Ran raised his head and looked around, but a look of astonishment appeared on his face. At this time, he was extremely sure that he was near the tail of a plane, and even through the surrounding arrangements, he could
It is also certain that this should be a Junkers 52 transport aircraft.
But the strange thing is that the portholes of this transport plane are tightly covered by thick canvas, and the seats are only two long chairs next to the bulkhead. All the passengers’ hips are next to each other, and the middle ones serve as partitions.
There are no handrails, and even the only light is just a few dim light bulbs above the head.
Looking left and right again, on the left is the bulkhead at the tail of the plane. As long as he raises his hand, he can open the door to the tail cabin. Those sitting side by side on the right are either wearing shorts, shirts, or light gray clothing.
The passenger in a suit was also taking off the blindfold on his head.
On the long chair opposite, there were only four soldiers wearing the uniforms of the British North African Regiment of World War II, holding MP40 submachine guns in their hands. They were also taking off the blindfolds on their heads.
In the center of the two rows of passengers, half-meter-square crate boxes were fixed with ropes on the not-so-wide floor.
Although these boxes are not big, they look extremely strong. Not only are they nailed with iron sheets for reinforcement, but you can even see seals tightly attached to them.
However, there was no writing on the seal at all, and instead, there were just some patterns with unknown meanings. It was only then that he looked in the direction where the whistle had just come from.
There was also a thick canvas curtain hanging on the door frame leading to the cockpit of the aircraft. Just in front of this curtain stood a fully armed German soldier.
Unlike the soldiers opposite who were wearing British North African uniforms and holding German submachine guns in their hands, this soldier with a turban on his face was wearing full German paratrooper equipment.
In addition to the highly recognizable helmet and rare paratrooper boots, he also has a pair of goggles fixed on his helmet, and he even seems to be carrying a parachute bag on his back!
But compared with these, the most difficult to ignore is the P38 pistol he has been holding in his hand, and the MP40 submachine gun tied horizontally to his waist with a belt.
What is going on?
Wei Ran frowned, glanced at the wooden box on the floor of the cabin, then glanced at the paratrooper who still had the whistle in his mouth, and finally looked at the soldiers on the opposite side who had already grasped the submachine gun, and immediately gave up wisely.
He decided to lift up the canvas behind him and take a look at the situation outside.
Turning your eyes to the side again, these people were dressed much more freely and relaxedly. Some of them took out wine bottles or cigarettes from their arms with natural expressions and shared them with friends around them.
Obviously, they were definitely not prisoners of the soldiers opposite, nor did they look like they had been deprived of their personal freedom. Even judging from their facial expressions, it seemed that they had long been accustomed to the situation in front of them.
"Mr. Victor, would you like a cigarette?"
Just as Wei Ran secretly looked at the wooden boxes at his toes, the young man sitting next to him stretched out a box of R8 cigarettes that he had just opened.
"Thanks"
Wei Ran politely took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and put it into his mouth. He lowered his head to the other person's lit lighter and took a long puff.
"Stop staring at Captain Felix."
While he was lighting a cigarette, the young man holding a lighter whispered into Wei Ran's ear very quickly, "If he misunderstands us, we may never be able to leave the desert."
Is he Felix?
Wei Ran glanced at the paratrooper with his face wrapped in a turban, and under the cover of the noise, he bowed his head and responded with a thank you.
