When Wei Ran drove the car out of the canyon and returned to the camp, Edward, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately approached him and asked directly, "Victor, are you really unable to find the crash site?"
"Mr. Edward, you overestimate my abilities."
Wei Ran closed the car door and replied, "The most I can tell you is that if you search northeast from here, you may be able to find the crash site, but I'm afraid only God knows how far it is from here and how long it will take to find it."
"One million euros" Edward gritted his teeth and doubled the reward he had offered previously.
"make a deal"
Wei Ran agreed very happily, raised his hand and pointed at a sand beam behind him and said irresponsibly, "That's where the plane crashed."
"Where?" Edward was stunned and said angrily, "Do you think I'm a fool? How do you prove it crashed there?"
"Yes, how can I prove it?"
Wei Ran spread his hands and asked in a sincere tone, "Mr. Edward, am I wasting half a month here and then randomly pointing to a similar sand dune dozens of kilometers away and saying that the plane crashed there?
Will you believe me?"
Edward opened his mouth, and finally shook his head with a wry smile, "Let Saleh send me back as soon as possible. I plan to leave Egypt."
"Where are the bodies of the victims?" Wei Ran asked again.
"When I go back, I will send someone to pick them up."
Edward said nonchalantly, "Now I just want to go back as soon as possible. I've had enough of this damn desert."
"No problem, we will return immediately."
Wei Ran was too lazy to talk nonsense with this scheming old guy, and greeted Soliman who was picking up the down on the camel's butt not far away. The latter immediately grabbed the walkie-talkie and started communicating with his father Saleh.
After waiting for more than half an hour, Saleh slowly drove the SUV to Edward. The latter immediately opened the door and got in without even bothering to say hello.
Compared to the ruthless Edward, the little Berber follower Abba Abba, who had become familiar with him in the past two days, was reluctant to leave Wei Ran. After learning that they were leaving immediately, he even hugged Wei Ran's legs and howled.
cry.
Finally, they used the miniature Uzi submachine gun placed under the driver's seat as a gift to appease the little guy who usually jumped up and down. They also gave it to the helpers of the nomadic tribe who would need five or six days to return.
After getting as much water and food as possible, we started the return journey under the leadership of the Berber guide.
Traveling lightly, they rushed back to the mountain range where Edward's grandfather Felix was sold as goods that night. Later, because of Edward's urging, Wei Ran and others only rested briefly here for two days.
We set off again at an hour, hurriedly continued our journey under the moonlight, and finally returned to the filming camp exhausted before noon the next day.
"You are finally back." Jima, wearing a white Arab robe, was the first to greet you. "I have been waiting for you two hours ago."
"How was your shooting?" Wei Ranqiang asked despite his sleepiness.
"It will probably take another week or two. Now Culp, Teacher Anna, and my Maya are taking the actors for emergency training."
Jima couldn't help but shiver when he said this, and reminded with a grimace, "Victor, you must be careful these days. Teachers Culp and Anna have been very irritable recently, and now they are more dangerous than the atomic bomb."
"Thank you so much for your hard work." Wei Ran grinned and couldn't help but think of what happened at the Hongqi Forest Farm, and then he couldn't help but shudder.
"Stop talking about such horrible things, Victor, is this a gift you prepared for me for my Maya?" As Jima spoke, he had already picked up two big-eared foxes with their heads peeping out from the compartment of the armored pickup truck.
.
"You should have some face"
Wei Ran angrily took the two little foxes back from the other party's arms, "I gave these two little things to Aurora. Did you see the person who came back with Soliman? If you want
If you need a little fox, you can ask him for help."
"I'm going to get to know him right now!" Before Jima finished speaking, he was already running towards the truck parked next to him.
As soon as he left, Charlotte, who was wearing a retro outdoor outfit, also came up to him. The old gentleman glanced at Edward, then at Wei Ran, who had dark circles under his eyes, and asked with a smile, "Wei
Kedo, didn't you help Edward find his grandfather's colleagues?"
"I found most of them, but unfortunately I didn't find them all." Wei Ranqiang answered energetically. After driving for so long, he was already so sleepy that he could hardly open his eyes.
Hearing this, Charlotte smiled, put on English that "Wei Ran couldn't understand", and bluntly reminded, "Edward, remember to pay the commission, 500,000 euros."
"I will pay as soon as possible"
Edward, who also looked tired, agreed absentmindedly. Seeing that Charlotte was still looking at him, he could only helplessly take out the satellite phone and said, "I will arrange for someone to transfer the money."
"And the rewards you promised to the tribe's helpers"
Saleh lit a cigarette and reminded with a smile. While speaking, he handed Edward a handwritten bill with a bank account number.
"I won't miss you." Edward snorted and pressed the dial button to start arranging the payment.
"Victor, you only found his grandfather's colleagues?" Charlotte took the opportunity to ask in a low voice.
"There is also a transport plane wreckage"
Wei Ran spread his hands, "But unfortunately, the bodies of the pilot and navigator of the transport plane were not found."
"No wonder"
Charlotte seemed to know something about the inside story, and there was a subtle expression of gloating on her old face. However, the old guy didn't seem to intend to explain what he knew about the inside story.
After a moment, Edward said to Charlotte with a cold face, "The money has been transferred to their respective accounts. Charlotte, my friend, I want to return to England as soon as possible."
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Charlotte turned her head and asked in Italian, "Victor, can you tell your good friend Jima to lend the off-road vehicle to Mr. Matt? If possible, it would be best to give it to him again."
He arranges for a guide who knows the way."
"Of course, no problem," Wei Ran simply agreed, greeting Jima first, and then told Saleh that he needed a guide.
Naturally, this little thing was nothing. Soon, a middle-aged man whom Wei Ran didn't recognize ran over and warmly greeted Edward, who had just gotten out of the car, and Matt, who had arrived after receiving the news, before he could get in again.
The stalled off-road vehicle drove away.
"Anyway, Victor, thank you for your help, although Mr. Edward doesn't seem very happy."
Charlotte seemed to be in a very good mood when she said this, and her old face was full of undisguised joy.
"It's nothing, just take what you need. I'm very sorry about Mr. Edward." Wei Ran smiled and said politely.
"There is nothing to regret." Charlotte patted Wei Ran on the shoulder, "Go and rest."
Watching Charlotte turn around and walk towards his tent, Wei Ran asked Ji Ma to help get a new set of tents and set them up. Then he set up the old tents in the cargo compartment and took the two he brought back.
The little fox and two apples were thrown in.
When Ji Ma also said goodbye and left to deliver meals to the two filming locations, Wei Ran was not in a hurry to rest. Instead, he took the opportunity to go to the dining car to get food and borrowed a large stainless steel tray from the chef at the Hongqi Forest Farm.
and a small cup of olive oil.
Returning to the tent, he immediately took out the World War II Luftwaffe survival shotgun from the aluminum alloy box he had picked up.
Although it has been stored in the dry desert for more than seventy years, thanks to the dry climate in the desert, this shotgun is in very good condition. It is just that the cowhide gun belt and the gun oil in the oil can are no longer usable.
, In addition, not only is there no trace of rust on the gun body, but also the walnut stock has no cracks or decay.
Filling the stainless steel tray with diesel, Weiran dug out a pair of unworn socks, threw all the removable metal parts from the shotgun into the tray, cleaned and wiped them carefully, and then used olive oil to clean them.
All wooden parts have been meticulously maintained.
With this effort, he even took apart and washed the lighter that Soliman gave him, and dug out a large handful of camel hair that Soliman helped him pull off the camel's butt before setting off on the return trip.
It was filled with kerosene and stuffed into the three-section oil can of the lighter.
As the sparks burst out from the friction between the flint and the lighter, the yellow flame also ignited faintly. Seeing this, Wei Ran put the old-fashioned lighter into his pocket with satisfaction. Although he rarely took the initiative to smoke, he still
I don’t object to carrying around such an old object with a story.
After packing up the lighter, the rifle hanging outside the tent was almost dry. After Wei Ran took it off and got into the tent, he took out the shotgun in the metal book and placed them side by side.
Unfortunately, the only difference between the two guns is that the one in the metal book has all the inscriptions replaced with hourglass marks, and even the slightly different hard cowhide bullet belt is missing.
Escape the fate of being stamped.
I tried to put the two shotguns into the metal book. As expected, only the one with the hourglass mark could be put in.
"It won't really cause me to get stuck in a bug that breaks my notebook, right?"
Wei Ran thought about it secretly, and finally gave up the plan of test firing. Not to mention whether the ammunition in the aluminum alloy gun box had expired due to age, he could at least try to save it for the gun in the metal book.
use.
However, he really couldn't imagine what kind of battlefield he would have the opportunity to use such a luxurious but useless weapon in the future.
"At least it's better than giving away a broken pen, and it seems good to keep it for hunting..."
Wei Ran comforted himself with something, put the cleaned shotgun back into the wiped aluminum alloy box, and threw it back into the compartment of the armored pickup truck.
After packing up the shotgun, he still had no intention of taking a rest. Instead, he added all the remaining fuel in the 200-liter iron drum in the cargo bed into the main and auxiliary fuel tanks of the pickup truck.
Pulling the empty bucket, he drove away from the camp to find a secluded sand dune shadow. Wei Ran took out a sharp ax from the toolbox of the cargo bucket. After a violent chop, he easily cut out a big enough hole on the iron bucket.
Using the large skylight, he took out the five greasy gold bricks inside one by one, and then ruthlessly kicked the valueless iron bucket aside.
The reason why I put the five gold bricks in the oil barrel in the first place was entirely an impulsive move that was carried away by excitement.
Now that he had calmed down, he knew very well that although this method avoided being discovered by Edward, it was difficult to guarantee that they could be safely taken out of Egypt - even if they were still likely to be smuggled out.
There is no doubt that if he tells Culp and others about the gold bricks, there is a high probability that they will help him send the gold back to Kazan, but he has to consider the consequences of doing so.
First of all, it is troublesome to explain how all this gold came from. Even if you don't figure it out, the eagle emblems on the gold bricks can easily kill you.
Secondly, he really couldn't guarantee what direction the situation would develop after learning that there might be more gold or even a gold mine hidden in the desert.
Saleh and his son, Culp and Anna, or Jima, or even Mr. Charlotte, who has always had a good attitude. Do they still have the heart to film a movie in the wind and sand? Will they capture Edward who has left?
Will they even send Edward to Gorman's basement to serve as a torture tool for a period of time and ask him all the secrets related to gold?
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Just cut off those big or small possibilities from the source.
"Let me bear the temptation and pain from gold alone and silently, and the secrets in the desert will stay in the desert!"
The shameless Wei Ran pretended to sigh in his heart, but he rounded the ax in his hand again and struck hard on a greasy gold brick.
Compared with the hard ax blade, these high-purity gold bricks are much softer. Therefore, he didn't spend much effort at all to split them into two, and then split them into four.
Following the same pattern, he chopped all the other four gold bricks into gold nuggets of similar size. Wei Ran took out the food box, emptied the contents to make room, and put the heavy gold nuggets in one by one.
, stuffed almost perfectly into the bottom layer of the food box.
He threw the last extra gold nugget, which was about the size of a matchbox, on top of the food box to keep it company with the authenticator. When the heavy food box was successfully put into the metal book, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Go back and take a shower and go to bed!"
Wei Ran, who was talking to himself, rubbed some diesel on his hands with sand, got into the cab happily, pulled away the little foxes who were chewing on the handbrake and grinding their teeth, stepped on the accelerator and drove in a circle.
After driving back to the shooting camp, only a hollowed-out iron bucket was left lying alone on the sand, guarding alone the outdated secret that "its belly once contained fifty kilograms of gold."