In the quiet studio, the metal quill finished drawing the radio station on the leather notebook, and then wrote directly below:
Character identity: Electrician Victor, code name: Carrier Pigeon
Conditions for return: Assist Dr. Hans to escape from Bonn and take 10 photos.
The moment Wei Ran read these words, his vision was covered by white light, and then he smelled the faint smell of disinfectant.
When the vision returned to normal, four walls had appeared around him. There were several flashlights and a large number of power tools placed in the narrow space, as well as several extremely clean kerosene gas lamps. In his hand, he also held a
Large flashlight.
Wei Ran shook his head in disappointment. The two weapons were sent to him before he could put them into the cowhide book. This was completely different from his original plan.
"I hope the pistol is still there..." Wei Ran glanced at the door behind him, and then a pistol appeared in his left hand.
"Can you really bring it here?" Wei Ran clenched his fists in surprise, but when he took off the magazine, he found that there was no bullet in it!
What's going on? I'm obviously loaded with bullets...
Wei Ran looked over and over with the gun and magazine. He even summoned a cowhide book and reached into the vortex to dig around, but still couldn't find a single ammunition.
"Forget it, it's better than nothing."
Wei Ran put away his pistol and observed the fire escape diagram posted on the door for a while, then turned off the flashlight, opened the door, and carefully walked into the empty corridor.
When passing by a floor-to-ceiling mirror, Wei Ran looked at his own image, and then secretly breathed a sigh of relief. In the mirror, he was wearing blue overalls, not only had a peaked cap on his head, but he even wore a thick mask.
On his waist, he also had a canvas bag filled with maintenance tools slung across his body. With such a well-equipped outfit, there was no need to worry about his appearance being exposed.
I walked slowly in the quiet corridor with a flashlight. Outside the window in the distance, the street lamp with yellow light swayed slightly in the howling wind, causing the shadows of the surrounding buildings to lengthen or shorten from time to time.
"It looks like winter has just entered..." Wei Ran withdrew his gaze and continued to wander in the deserted corridor. He had to find a way to find Dr. Hans first.
When passing by a bench in the corridor, Wei Ran bent down to pick up the newspaper thrown on the chair and read it. Although he didn't recognize the German on it, the date of publication on the corner also let him know today.
Or yesterday should be March 9, 1985.
February 10, 1985?
He tried to recall the time points he remembered in his history class. He didn't have much memory of what happened on February 10, 1985, but on March 10, a month later, Tugo became the leader of the Soviet Union.
Major historical events will never be remembered incorrectly.
Could this matter have something to do with the change of leadership in the Soviet Union? Wei Ran immediately denied his absurd guess, and then threw the incomprehensible newspaper into a trash can not far away.
Continuing to walk along the corridor, although he couldn't understand what the signs on the door of each room meant. Fortunately, there was an introduction to the doctors of this hospital posted on the wall, and here, he saw it as he wished.
A rather familiar photo.
Looking at the middle-aged doctor in surgical clothes in the photo, Wei Ran quickly matched him with the photo on the driver's license that he had found in the suitcase containing the radio station.
It seems that the intelligence officer codenamed Ampoule works in this hospital, so is he the so-called Dr. Hans?
Remembering the German spelling under the photo, Wei Ran was about to continue walking down the corridor when a loud sound of metal hitting the ground suddenly came from upstairs.
Wei Ran was startled and ran up the stairs not far away. As the distance got closer, he heard the fighting more clearly!
Following the sound, he came to a door that seemed to be an operating room. Before he could decide whether to go in to help, a faint gunshot suddenly came from the other side of the door.
Just at this moment, the door of the operating room was opened from the inside, and a young man with a scalpel inserted in his abdomen staggered and was about to run out, but he happened to stand in front of Wei Ran.
In an almost subconscious reaction, Wei Ran picked up the large metal flashlight in his hand and hit the opponent on the head.
There was a muffled sound of "bang", and the young man passed out without saying a word, lying on the floor next to the door. Wei Ran also saw what was going on inside through the door that was blocked and could not be closed.
This is indeed an operating room, but various medical instruments are scattered on the floor. Not far away, there is a middle-aged doctor in a white coat covered in blood lying on the floor. Next to him,
It was a corpse whose chest had been stained red with blood and was still twitching slightly.
Carefully walking into the operating room, Wei Ran walked to the middle-aged doctor and frowned. This person happened to be the kgb codenamed Ampoule. However, his condition was not good at this time. Not only was his chest cut open with a sharp weapon
He gave the boss a deep wound that was visible to the bone, and there was also a surgical scissor stuck in his thigh!
Seeing that he had already raised the ugly S4M silent pistol, Wei Ran immediately dropped the flashlight and raised his hands high. After hesitating for a moment, he whispered in Russian, "Ampoule."
The middle-aged doctor lying on the ground looked at Wei Ran in surprise and responded in Russian, "Who are you?"
"Homing Pigeon"
Hearing Wei Ran's response, the former was completely relieved, "You are five minutes late, call me Hans from now on, and we have to leave here quickly."
Seeing that the other party seemed to trust him temporarily, Wei Ran quickly pushed the stretcher from the wall, helped the other party lie on it with difficulty, then pulled off the green sheet spread on the operating table, covered it, and prepared to go out.
"Wait a moment"
Dr. Hans raised his gun and pulled the trigger at the still unconscious young man at the door. After the faint gunshot, he turned to Wei Ran and said something in German. Seeing the latter's confused look, he immediately
Switching to Russian, he said, "There are medical kits in the blue cabinet. Get two of them for me, and throw the two corpses out of the bathroom window. Move faster!"
"Okay, okay!"
Upon hearing this, Wei Ran quickly opened the cabinet, took out two medical bags and handed them to Dr. Hans. Then he dragged a body and moved it to the bathroom nearby. But before throwing the body out through the window, he
After touching the other party's body, he successfully found a P7 pistol on his back and two magazines filled with bullets.
He took out the magazine mounted on the pistol and looked at it, confirming that it was a 9mm parison bullet. Wei Ran immediately put the pistol and magazine into his pocket, and then pushed the body out of the window.
Before the body could hit the ground, he immediately ran to the door of the operating room, dragged the second body over and pushed it out through the window. He also found three magazines filled with bullets along the way.
"Where should we go next?" Wei Ran pushed Dr. Hans, who was lying on a stretcher, out of the operating room and ran down the corridor to the elevator not far away.
"Go to the underground parking lot and look for a green Mercedes-Benz SUV."
Dr. Hans's voice became trembling when he spoke, and at the same time, the blood flowing from his thighs and chest had stained the green sheets with black blood stains.
Under the guidance of the other party, Wei Ran pushed the mobile stretcher and took the elevator to the underground parking lot, and helped the other party get into a Mercedes-Benz SUV with a square head and a square head.
"Where are we going now?" Wei Ran started the car and asked as he drove out. He never took off the mask on his face.
"How come you don't know anything? You can't even understand German. Who sent you here?"
In the back car, Dr. Hans had already cut open his clothes with a scalpel, used a syringe to apply anesthetic around the stab wound on his chest, and then began to suture the wound on himself. As for Wei Ran's question, he did not rush to answer it.
.
"It doesn't matter who sent me here." As Wei Ran spoke, he was distracted and looked at the former through the rearview mirror.
"Turn right at the intersection ahead and keep driving."
This unqualified answer did not make Dr. Hans stop his movements. After completing the guidance work, he continued to suture the wound on his chest. As for the surgical scissors still inserted in his thigh, he did not do it at all.
any processing.
Under the guidance of the other party, the off-road vehicle sped along in the strong wind until half an hour later, it stopped in front of the door of a wooden house outside the city.
According to Dr. Hans's request, he flashed his car lights in two long and three short directions. Soon after, the garage door next to the house was opened from the inside, and Wei Ran immediately drove the car in.
Before the car stopped, a blond middle-aged woman had already opened the door. She was immediately shocked when she saw Dr. Hans and asked him in very fast German. After a few words, the woman immediately called Wei Ran for help and asked Hans to help.
Dr. Si helped him into the room and placed him on a folding bed.
"Carrier pigeon, there is an iron box with a red cross logo in the iron cabinet in the garage. There are two kerosene lamps in it. Help me light them and bring them over. Remember to replace them with blue glass lampshades in advance."
Dr. Hans, who was sweating profusely because of the pain, said in Russian.
After hearing this, Wei Ran immediately returned to the garage, successfully found a metal box spray-painted with a medical logo, and took out two kerosene gas lamps still with wrapping paper from it.
He had used this kind of old antique when he and Jima went to Inta last time, so he naturally knew how to light it. He could even recognize that they were hk500 kerosene lamps produced by Petromax, a company with a long history in Germany. Apart from the appearance color
Different, they are exactly the same model as those used by Ji Ma.
He dismantled the chimney according to the method Ji Ma taught him, and replaced the two kerosene gas lamps with the blue glass lampshades and new lampshades also found in the box.
Then he filled them up with kerosene found in the cabinet, and then pulled the pump lever again and again to pressurize and ignite the preheating flame outlet. After a lot of work, the two kerosene lamps were successfully lit and lit up with a faint blue light.
When Wei Ran carried them back to the living room, the middle-aged woman, still wearing pajamas, had already set up the dining table as an operating table, and an intravenous drip had been placed on the back of Dr. Hans' hand.
When Wei Ran came back, she immediately pointed to the hook above her head. Seeing this, the former quickly hung up the two kerosene gas lamps. A rather magical scene appeared. Under the blue light, Dr. Hans's legs had already
The cut wound immediately became particularly conspicuous, and even the blood vessels could be seen clearly.
With the help of these two dazzling kerosene lamps, the blond woman successfully took out the surgical scissors inserted in Dr. Hans' leg.
While the suturing was taking place, Dr. Hans, who only performed local anesthesia, asked Wei Ran in Russian, "Have you brought the things?"
"Something?" Wei Ran reacted quickly and touched his body, then dug out a dirty tin candy box from a canvas bag filled with electrical tools.
At Dr. Hans's signal, Weiyan opened the tin box and removed the compartments filled with nails and insulating tape, revealing small brown bottles fixed with sponges at the bottom and a Kiev with a black plastic shell.
30 spy camera and supporting film. And in the gap between them, there are bullets.
“Finally delivered”
After Hans saw these things, a weak smile immediately appeared on his face that had become extremely pale due to blood loss. "After applying for it for half a month, I was finally willing to buy me a new camera."
"Is there anything you need me to bring back?" Wei Ran asked tentatively. Since his code name is "Homing Pigeon", he must be doing more than just sending things over.
"Of course," Hans replied in the affirmative, "the film has been developed and is in my shoe."
Upon hearing this, Wei Ran immediately walked around the end of the dining table, took off Dr. Hans's shoes, and found a paper bag containing negatives under the insole.
After thinking for a moment, he took off his shoes and followed the other person's example and placed the paper bag with the smell of feet under the insole. When he put his shoes back on, Dr. Hans said hesitantly, "Pigeon, you can't do it for the time being.
Go back, stay and do me a favor."
"What do you need me to do?" Wei Ran, who had no intention of leaving, asked sitting on the sofa far away.
"I've probably been exposed, otherwise those people just now wouldn't have found the hospital directly." Dr. Hans said, but suddenly stopped, and then nothing continued. In the silent living room, only the middle-aged woman was meticulously
The wound was sutured.
It wasn't until after 11 o'clock in the night that the blond woman meticulously helped Dr. Hans re-treat the stab wound on his chest. Then he gently tapped the kerosene lamp above his head with an unused hemostatic forceps, and then removed the rest of the wound.
She packed her things in garbage bags prepared in advance and carried them to the door connected to the garage. Soon after, she drove the Mercedes-Benz SUV out of the garage and disappeared.
It wasn't until Wei Ran extinguished the two kerosene lamps that Dr. Hans struggled to sit up and said, "If you can stay and help, please rest here for one night."
"That woman..."
"My wife Hannah," Dr. Hans said with the support of Wei Ran as he walked upstairs holding the candy box, "don't worry, she is trustworthy."
Hans and Hannah? These names are really the standard German Xiao Ming and Xiao Hong. Wei Ran cursed secretly, suppressed the urge to take this opportunity to ask Nicholas about the murder of his family, and sent the other person to the bedroom to lie down,
He also followed the other party's instructions and got into the bedroom next door.
After locking the door, Wei Ran looked at the young man holding a basketball in the photo frame beside the bed. Then he took out the pistol found on the two corpses in the hospital and put it on the bed. He also took out three magazines and put the contents inside.
Bullets were withdrawn one by one and placed on the bedside table.
Although each magazine of this small pistol only holds 8 rounds of ammunition, fortunately, he has 6 magazines in total. The total of 48 bullets is enough to fill the magazine of the pistol he brought with him at least twice.
Compared with the poor firepower sustainability of handguns in this era, the 19-round ammunition capacity of the handgun I brought is undoubtedly more reliable. Besides, if you hide the gun in a cowhide book, you might be able to use it like this at some point.
The same thing happened last time in Inta.
After loading his own pistol with bullets and taking back the cowhide notebook, Wei Ran put the remaining three full magazines and Wu Ke bullets back into his pants pocket, and lay down on the bed without even taking off his clothes.
