After leaving the room and joining Nicholas who was waiting at the stairs, Wei Ran shook his head before he could open his mouth and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Nicholas, I didn't find any valuable clues at all, and the most important thing is that I don't understand German."
, I have no idea whether there are any clues hidden in the books left by that ampoule."
Although he had already guessed this result, Nikolai's disappointment was inevitable. But before he could say anything, Wei Ran waved the driver's license and said, "But if I can take him away from those rooms,
Maybe we can find some clues by returning some things to Volgograd."
"no problem!"
Not wanting to let go of the last glimmer of hope, Nicholas quickly said, "No matter what, even if you move them all, it's no problem! I'll ask those little bastards to come over and help you move your things."
Forehead...
Wei Ran, who originally just wanted to delay, quickly waved his hand and refused, "Don't worry, Mr. Nicholas, it's already very late now, should we have dinner first?"
After hearing this, Nicholas also calmed down and put the old touch-tone mobile phone back into his pocket, "Then what do you want to eat early tomorrow morning?"
"Whatever?" Wei Ran shook his head helplessly. This poor old guy might have waited too long.
Under the help of the mohawk gangster, in less than half an hour, the dining table was filled with the same sumptuous meals as before he left last time. And this time, Wei Ran finally had the opportunity to sit down with Nicholas
Have dinner together across the street.
During the dinner, Nikolai took the initiative to talk about his wife and children. To Wei Ran's surprise, Nikolai's wife turned out to be the child of a German woman who was serving her sentence in the Inta Correctional Camp.
When her husband came to power and the correctional camp was closed, the German woman did not return to Germany but chose to stay in Inta, and took her daughter to marry a prisoner of war who also chose to stay.
But the later story turned out to be a tragedy. Nikolai’s wife became Nikolai’s assistant in intelligence activities in East Berlin because of the German she learned from her mother. The two people, who were more than ten years apart, started to work together in the 1960s.
They lived in East Berlin and raised three children. But they eventually died in Berlin under the Iron Curtain, never having the chance to return to the freezing Inta.
It was out of this guilt that had tortured him all his life that after Nicholas retired, all his wife's neighbors and friends when she lived in Inta moved to this small village outside Kazan.
After listening to Nicholas's story, this old man who had lived almost all his life in tragedy and guilt finally got himself drunk, choked with sobs and lay down on the messy dining table.
After greeting the little mohawk who had been guarding downstairs, the two of them carried Nikolay to the bed and discussed the arrangements for returning to Volgograd tomorrow. Wei Ran, who had also drank a lot, also fell down.
I was rumbling on the sofa.
Early the next morning, a loud pneumatic horn woke up the hungover Wei Ran. As for Nicholas, who was still drunk and unconscious yesterday, the old guy had gone somewhere early in the morning.
"I heard Mr. Nikolay say this morning that I still want to drive to Volgograd?" Wei Ran asked, Jima waking up and smelling of alcohol.
"Hiccup~ It seems, it seems like this."
Wei Ran waved away the stinking smell of alcohol when he burped, and said in confusion, "I didn't expect you to come back so soon."
Ji Ma, who had dark circles under his eyes, gritted his teeth and looked at Wei Ran. He grabbed his collar and belt and pushed him into the bathroom. Then he turned on the shower above his head. The cold water was poured on him, and Wei Ran took a nap.
Shivering, I also woke up from the wine.
"How much did you drink last night?" Jima turned off the shower and asked with a bad look on his face.
"It's so high." Wei Ran stretched out his hand and gestured, "Two bottles of vodka, and in the end that's all that's left."
"Have you sobered up?" Jima said while turning on the shower again.
"Close it quickly!"
Wei Ran, who had just wiped off the water stains on his face, got up in a daze, and then his feet softened and he sat on the floor again. He was not Professor Alexey, who could be called a drunkard. He drank alone last night
A large bottle of vodka. He was lucky enough to be alive now.
Ji Ma yawned and asked, "Now that you've sobered up, tell me what you want to move over?"
"No rush, you go and get some sleep first, we'll set off in the evening."
Wei Ran struggled to stand up, held on to the wall and walked out of the bathroom in a daze, "We can leave in time at night, but you have to call a few people to help me carry some things."
“Everyone is waiting outside.”
Ji Ma threw Wei Ran on the sofa, opened the window and whistled. In less than two minutes, a dozen gangsters wearing flashy clothes, who were no more than high school students at most, walked into the living room with cigarettes in their mouths.
"You guys, all follow Victor's arrangements." After Jima finished speaking, he went directly into Nicholas's bedroom, "Wait until you're done and wake me up. I want to take a nap now."
Looking at the punks surrounding him with big eyes and small eyes, Wei Ran rubbed his face vigorously to wake himself up completely, and then waved to the punks, "Follow me."
Leading these young men back to the locked corridor on the second floor, Wei Ran took out the key and opened the security door, led them into the innermost room, pointed to the boxes filled with supplies in every corner and said, "Take all these things
When you carry it to the car, pay special attention to the paper documents, which must be arranged properly and not left lying around."
"Leave it to us!" These little gangsters shouted in unison. Looking at their lively looks, you can tell that Jima is probably still a child king among them.
Ignoring the information used as a cover, Wei Ran personally took out the suitcase containing the radio transmitter from the bedroom, walked downstairs, and put it into the Ural truck that had just returned from Volgograd.
In comparison, this radio transmitter is the most important thing, and among all the items left behind by the ampoule, it is the most likely thing that the notebook will take a fancy to.
The reason why Wei Ran insisted on taking them back to Volgograd was entirely because he was not sure about keeping the secret of the notebook under the nose of an old KGB. So although it was a bit troublesome, he had to do it for safety.
With the hard work of those little gangsters, it took less than two hours to load everything into the truck. In the replica room on the second floor, Wei Ran was supervising the transportation process.
Made an unexpected discovery.
In the empty room, there was a medical record in German placed on the only table. Although Wei Ran could not understand the German on it, the medical file that was accidentally scattered from the pile of documents was found to be
So many ink stains were applied that many of them were barely legible.
Nicholas, who came after hearing the news, just glanced at the information displayed by Weiran, raised his hand to disperse the gangsters who were acting as free labor, and explained in a low voice, "During the Cold War, the backbone of West Germany's Federal Intelligence Agency basically
They are all the old team of that fragile intelligence leader Galen."
"So these records..."
"In addition to collecting intelligence about West Germany, Ampoule's other task is to assassinate these old people through consultation." Nikolai picked up the medical files placed on the table by Wei Ran, "These are all contaminated by ink stains.
He was the target of his successful assassination."
