At the staircase on the second floor of the villa, after a brief stalemate between Wei Ran, who was wearing night vision goggles, and the old guy who was holding a weapon, the latter gently waved the revolver in his hand to signal the former to retreat.
After a brief stalemate, Wei Ran slowly walked down the stairs. The old man also limped up, aiming the revolver at Wei Ran as he followed him down the first floor.
"Lie down on the ground, hands and feet spread apart."
As he spoke, the old man, whose legs and feet didn't seem to be very flexible, reached out and pulled out two straps from the gap under the TV. After Wei Ran lay down on the ground as he asked, he cut his hands behind his back.
They were tied together and then began a body search.
Soon, he found a metal tube containing poison and an injection full of morphine from Wei Ran's body, and also took off the night vision goggles he was wearing.
"A smell of the Soviet Union that is both familiar and nostalgic," the old man muttered in English in an indifferent tone. As he spoke, he picked up Wei Ran who was lying on the ground and pushed him to the sofa in the living room on the first floor.
Sit down.
"Who are you?" The old man asked in a trembling voice while stroking the metal tube he took out of Wei Ran's pocket. "I came to you with no ill intentions."
Wei Ran lowered his voice slightly and said in proficient English, "Comrade Bulat Kumenyuk, how about we talk calmly? You should know that since I can find this place, your hiding has been lost.
Meaning, you will never be safe for the rest of your life.”
If at the beginning, the old man had some doubts about Wei Ran's origins, but when the name Comrade Bulat Kumenyuk and the accompanying titles came out of Wei Ran's mouth, he
I shivered subconsciously.
After a while, the old man gently placed the syringe, the metal tube containing the poison, and even his revolver that he had just found on the table between the two of them.
Until this time, Wei Ran also noticed that the revolver used by the opponent had a great background.
It was a rare and unique OTS38 silent revolver. It was a special operations weapon specially developed by Russia in 1996 for FSS agents. It was not until around 2002 that it entered the equipment sequence of the Russian military and police departments.
In 1996, the first Chechen war was coming to an end, and the bell-ringer at that time had already defected! So where did this pistol come from?!
While he was secretly staring at the opponent's weapon, the old man sitting opposite also lowered his head, frowning and continuing to look at the metal tube found from Wei Ran.
Therefore, at this time, the first floor, which only relied on the door light outside to provide light, fell into silence, so quiet that they could hear the snoring coming from the second floor.
Indeed, the old man could easily take Wei Ran's life at this time, but he did not dare to bet at all. He did not dare to bet whether the snoring upstairs would be replaced by gunshots that rang out from nowhere after he killed Wei Ran.
Forever interruption.
"Who sent you to kill me?" The old man finally raised his head and looked at Wei Ran, whose hands were tied behind his back, and once again asked the question he was most concerned about.
"Who else do you think there is?" Wei Ran smiled and replied in hoarse English, "Don't you already have an answer?" "You'd better give me an accurate and clear answer."
The old man picked up a pack of cigarettes from the center of the table, took out one and lit it, and whispered in the thick smoke, "Young man, those words have no effect on me. You are still alive just because I want to
I’ll get some answers from your mouth.”
"Anyway, I've been controlled by you," Wei Ran said nonchalantly, "So how about you take a guess?"
"Do you really think I don't dare to kill you?" the old man asked with narrowed eyes.
"I guess you don't dare"
As Wei Ran spoke, he simply leaned his entire back and his tied hands on the back of the sofa, and said in a relaxed tone, "I'm here to sound the death knell for you."
Before he finished speaking, the old man sitting opposite also dropped the cigarette in his hand on the thick carpet.
"you
From the clock tower?"
The old man asked tremblingly in Russian. There was fear, despair, and a trace of relief that Wei Ran didn't quite understand in his tone.
"Pick up your cigarette first."
Wei Ran sat upright and raised his chin, and said pointedly, "If it causes a fire, I'm afraid it will affect the dreams of the people upstairs."
Hearing this, the old man trembled, holding the coffee table between the two of them with one hand, bending down and reaching for the cigarette that fell on the carpet with the other hand.
However, almost the moment he got the cigarette, Wei Ran stretched out his hands that were supposed to be restrained by the straps!
What frightened the old man who had already picked up the cigarette was that Wei Ran's left hand was holding a pistol with a silencer!
Seeing that the old man was stiff and not resisting, Wei Ran stretched out his right hand and took away the revolver on the coffee table, then stood up and walked around behind the old man.
"Mr. Bratt, now it's my turn to ask questions."
"What do you want to know?" Brat slowly put the cigarette he picked up into his mouth and took a sip.
"Let's talk about this pistol first. Where did it come from?" Wei Ran asked, shaking the silent pistol in his hand.
"In 2015, two months before I was due to retire, a Russian agent was sent to my office."
Bratt paused, "I asked from his mouth..."
"No, no, no, Russian agents will not carry such distinctive weapons out of the country. Even if they are idiots, they will not do so easily."
Wei Ran paused, "You have one last chance to answer this question. If the answer is not satisfactory, I can only consider whether I should start my revenge in the order of increasing age in the photo frame on the wall, or start from the top floor.
The climb has begun."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Brat subconsciously glanced at the group photo on the wall, "If I give you a satisfactory answer, will you let them go?"
"You should know our style," Wei Ran replied ambiguously. "It was a gift from a nutritionist." Blatter's tone was much calmer at this time.
"When was the gift given?" Wei Ran asked in the same calm tone - even though he didn't know who the nutritionist was.
"September 2005, the day after I retired."
"Next question" Wei Ran paused, "What was your purpose of defecting to Fishing Ground No. 33?"
"Rescue Prisoners No. 48, No. 55, and No. 59"
Bratt paused, "The nutritionist said they are worth a lot of money and can help us live like rich people."
"So you sent them to Grozny and poisoned the people in the fishery?" Wei Ran's tone became calmer.
"They were the guards of the fishery at the time. If I didn't transfer their people, there was no way I could take away the prisoners."
Bratt explained in a hoarse voice, "These three prisoners are different from the others. They are locked in the highest-level prison. There is no way to release them unless all the guards are transferred. After all, I can't let them out."
He's just a civilian with no fighting ability." "What's the purpose of poisoning?" Wei Ran continued to ask. "Kill him and fake his death."
Bratt sighed, "But I failed. The psychiatrist was not poisoned. My leg was also wounded by his gun, and the three prisoners were also killed."
"Tell us about the nutritionist." Wei Ran changed the topic.
"he?"
Bratt paused, "He was killed by me, with the gift he gave me. If I didn't kill him, how could I possibly sleep?"
"Where's the body?"
"It was treated like a fishery."
Bratt pointed to the sea outside the window, "On the sea about five nautical miles away, his body was crushed and thrown into the sea. On that stormy night, the minced meat and blood attracted a lot of sharks."
"It's time for the last step." Wei Ran paused, "If you can give me the list of people who were leaked by you, you can save your family by committing suicide."
Hearing this, Blatter subconsciously slapped
Shivering, he swallowed hard, and then took a big sip of the cigarette that was about to burn the filter.
After stubbing out his cigarette butt in the ashtray, Brat said without looking back, "I only revealed the people I was sure to have killed. I didn't dare to say the ones I wasn't sure about."
"What are you afraid of?" Wei Ran asked calmly.
"I'm afraid of retaliation, but now the Avengers have finally come to my door." Bratt sighed, "I know very well that if I leak the identities of the living people, I will also be exposed. For those Americans, my
The value has been mined long ago, and they would never mind using my life as bait."
"How is Adrian Senna's life in the United States?" Wei Ran casually revealed the other person's new identity, "In other words, how is your job as an Eastern European intelligence analyst?"
"Better than I imagined, and worse than I imagined."
Blatter, the bell-ringer, was completely slumped on the sofa. "No one will reuse a traitor, let alone give full trust. To those Americans, I am just a tool that works well at first, but it becomes more and more difficult."
It's just a tool that gets less attention. But no matter what, I lived the life I wanted." "Do you regret it?" Wei Ran asked a question that should not have been asked at this time.
"regret?"
Brat showed a sarcastic smile, "No one has a choice. Who wants to keep guarding that fishery? Everyone wants to leave. If not, do you think they will go to Grozny willingly?"
"Tell me about that fishery?" Wei Ran took a small step back as he spoke.
"What do you want to know?" Brat asked without looking back. "The reason why the fishery exists."
While Wei Ran was talking, he had already put away the pistol with the silencer under the cover of his clothes, and then took out the gravity knife from the metal book. He used the sharp tip as a screwdriver and easily used it with two layers of rubber gloves.
He unscrewed the screws that fixed the patch on the grip of the silent revolver in his hand.
Through the dim light outside the window, he could clearly see that in the gap in the middle of the pistol grip, a memory card the size of a fingernail and with a capacity of 128g was fixed with insulating paper tape.
"It seems that your boss didn't tell you too much." Blatter sat on the sofa with his back to Wei Ran and said calmly, "The matter starts with Brezhnev's death. That stupid guy
There are too many corruption problems left in the medal display rack, and even the interior of the kgb has been corroded.
After Comrade Andropov took office, in order to solve the corruption problem, he secretly established the No. 33 *** fishing ground outside the kgb system, temporarily bypassing the kgb system to deal with *** officials.
Those secret operations not only allowed Fishing Ground No. 33 to grow rapidly, but also allowed Andropov to quickly gain control of power.
After he gained a foothold, Fishing Ground No. 33 also temporarily took over the handling of foreign espionage issues during the internal self-cleansing of kgb, and even took on the task of training kgb. It can be said that during the Andropov administration
In this short period of time, Fishing Ground No. 33 is the sharpest sickle."
"What about after him?"
While Wei Ran asked absentmindedly, he also stuffed the memory card into the rubber gloves he still wore on his hands, and then slowly began to reinstall the pistol grip patch.
"After him, Fishing Ground No. 33 became a tool for good guys, but he was also a short-lived ghost."
Brat sighed, "When Gorbachev came to power, Fishing Ground No. 33 really became a fishing ground in a literal sense. The salmon that once grew up eating the minced meat of traitors and spies were also
Serving those ridiculous leaders' dinner tables again and again.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! But those fat-headed leaders did not know the existence of the death knell at all. They never imagined that the staff of the fisheries were a killer weapon, and one could even be used
Come and judge the violent organization KGB! We have been forgotten in the true sense. We were forgotten before the collapse of the Soviet Union. We were forgotten together with all the spies and Soviet traitors involved in Fishing Ground No. 33."
"Why doesn't Gorbachev know about your existence?" Wei Ran asked with a frown.
"Because the fishing grounds at that time
The top person in charge does not approve of Gorbachev, that idiot."
Bratt paused and continued almost babbled, "According to Comrade Andropov's No. 1 order when he established Fishing Ground No. 33, Deathstroke will never be loyal to any individual. She is only loyal to the Soviet Union. She even
The right to choose to reject the leadership of the Supreme Communist Party through internal voting and go into hibernation.
But none of us expected that after those long and boring six years, the Soviet Union would cease to exist.
During that most difficult time, we even had to rely on selling salmon from the fisheries to maintain everyone's lives and the operation of the entire system.
That kind of life lasted for another four years. Some people chose to leave without saying goodbye, and some people with firm beliefs chose to stay, even though the new Russian Federation did not know our existence at all.
Then one day, the nutritionist said that a prisoner wanted to help contact his superior, for which he was willing to pay $100,000, and if he could be released, he was willing to pay an additional ransom of $100,000. "
When he said this, there was a trace of light on Brat's old face, "That was the first transaction, a total of 200,000 US dollars, which not only made up for everyone's back wages for several months, but also
I bought a lot of things for Fishing Ground No. 33, and everyone had a very happy Christmas that year."
"How many spies have you sold?" Wei Ran asked, hiding his body in the shadow of the room.
"Only three times in total"
Brat sighed, "That was the first time just now. The second time, the nutritionist and I not only bought a villa and a car in Sochi, but also each saved a sum of money. I even secretly sent my family to
Arrived in England.
It was the third time that killed them, but both the nutritionist and I failed. The only difference is that the nutritionist was not exposed, but I was."
"So they've been looking for you, and you've always known?"
"right"
Brat let out a long breath, "Before I killed the nutritionist, he kept in touch with those who survived. Thanks to his help and tips, I was able to survive. But later, the nutritionist became a sucker for me.
Blood-sucking parasites on my body."
"So you killed him?"
"right"
Brad nodded, with undisguised relief in his tone, "I don't have the courage to return to Fishing Ground No. 33, but I already regret it. I know very well that you will always find this place. The difference is just the length of time.
"
"let's start"
Wei Ran said abruptly, "Push the morphine into the syringe first, and then the poison."
"I…"
"I have no right or qualification to forgive you for them." Wei Ran paused, "I can't forgive you either. All I can do is promise not to do anything to your family."
"Can I use a gun?"
Bratt asked with pleading. His eyes were too dim to see clearly what was marked on the poison with the help of the light outside the window, but he knew that it would definitely be an extremely painful process.
Seeing that Wei Ran remained silent, Brat sighed, tremblingly picked up the unmarked plastic syringe, and slowly pushed the morphine inside into the blood vessel on his arm.
"Poison" Wei Ran reminded coldly.
With one last nostalgic glance in the direction of the second floor, Bratt slowly picked up the metal tube, pointed one end of it at the pinhole on his arm, closed his eyes and pressed the launch button at the end of the metal tube.
"despair"
After an undetectable soft sound, the poisonous needle instantly penetrated the already loose skin. Under the push of high pressure, a full 20 ml of strychnine was pushed into the blood vessel.
"Click"
The metal pipe fell on the soft carpet, and Brat, who was already over fifty years old, looked at Wei Ran standing at the top of the stairs pleadingly.
"Morphine will dilate blood vessels," Wei Ran said quietly in a calm voice, "and will make strychnine work faster."
"Don't hurt...my family," Bulat said, grabbing the armrest of the sofa. "Send my regards to the captain and everyone."
Wei Ran’s answer was not what he asked.
In response, he patiently watched the old man sitting on the sofa breathing more and more rapidly, his body began to twitch, then suffered catalepsy, and even gradually developed the typical symptoms of opisthotonus!
Ignoring the hot spot on his left hand, Wei Ran gently placed the whispering revolver on the table in front of the bell ringer who still had a heartbeat, and then carefully scanned his body and the room.
Checked it out.
After cleaning up all traces, Wei Ran squatted next to the taut human body, quietly watching with cold eyes as the strychnine caused severe pain to the other person.
Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes, a full twenty-four minutes later, the bell ringer Bratt finally made no movement at all. Only then did he put on his night vision goggles again and quietly walked up
On the second floor.
Gently pushing open the bedroom door where snoring was still coming from, apart from the toys scattered everywhere, he could also see a fat man who looked to be less than ten years old, lying on the bed wearing only underwear.
"I have four friends who spread the seeds together and are worthy of my unconditional trust. They lost their fathers forever when they were younger than you.
Originally, I should have killed you, your parents, and everyone with the same blood as you.
You should be lucky that those who have suffered misfortune still have conscience. You should be lucky that you are still a child."
Wei Ran murmured in a low voice that sounded both emotional and threatening. He slowly backed away and gently closed the door.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He carefully checked the room on the second floor. After confirming that there was no monitoring equipment inside and outside the house, he cleaned up the rooms he had visited.
He turned around and went downstairs, left along the back door, and returned to the car one kilometer away in the dark under the cover of the surrounding coconut trees.
While this was going on, the drugged car owner was still sound asleep. Seeing this, Wei Ran was not prepared to make things difficult for him, so he started the car and drove back to Colombia on the same route.
However, he did not drive the car back to the parking lot of the gay bar. Instead, following the instructions Anfisa gave him, he drove the car into a block with two rows of colorful tents on the roadside, and
Finally, we stopped at the entrance of an alley full of garbage on the side of the road.
Before getting out of the car, he glanced at the odometer. He slowly opened the glove box on the passenger side, took out a sealed bag, opened it, and then took out a receiver the size of a power bank and connected it to the car with good performance.
It's a pretty good car with an OBD interface.
Taking off his coat and covering his hands, Wei Ran fumbled to take out the food box, first took out the authenticator from inside, and put in the night vision device, the cut strap and even the used syringe he brought back.
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After putting the food box away again, he connected the authenticator to the power bank-sized receiver. Without him having to operate it at all, a red light about the size of a grain of rice lit up at the bottom of the receiver.
Seeing this, he immediately opened the door and got out of the car, tore off the black plastic paper affixed to the front and rear license plates, and then used the cover of the trunk to take out the oil drum filled with fuel from the metal book and add the fuel inside.
Filled into the fuel tank.
By the time he put away the oil drum, buckled the trunk and got into the cab, the red light on the receiver had turned green. Looking at the odometer, the number displayed on it was almost 350 less.
kilometer.
Nodding with satisfaction, Weiran unplugged the receiver and put it in his pocket, then took out a leather dust collector from the sealed bag that originally contained the receiver.
"puff!"
With a soft sound, and as Wei Ran was pressed, the tiger sprayed out a cloud of dust, which evenly sprinkled on the OBD interface that had just been used.
He put the leather tiger in his pocket, but he didn't even take out the key. He even turned on the reading light, and then ducked into the dark alley on the side of the road.
Standing in the shadow of the alley, Wei Ran weighed the wine bottles he had prepared in advance, rounded his arms and threw them towards the tents set up on the roadside in the distance!
"Snapped!"
Along with the crisp sound of a wine bottle breaking, flying debris also hit a randomly selected tent.
In less than five seconds, a shirtless black man with dirty hair and an angry look on his face
He opened his "door" angrily.
But soon, before he could curse, he noticed the luxury car not far away with the reading light on and the door not closed!
The black man's eyes immediately widened and he retracted himself back into the tent as quickly as possible.
But soon, he got out of the tent again, and in his hand was a shiny silver revolver!
Without even bothering to put on shoes, this black guy, who was only wearing a pair of basketball shorts, ran towards the Dodge Charger.
He didn't even notice that the soles of his feet, which were covered with calluses, had some cuts and traces of blood flowing from the broken glass from the broken wine bottles.
A rather nervous man, he held the revolver in one hand flat and circled the car. The black man immediately noticed the car owner who was sleeping in the back seat and was snoring loudly.
He looked behind him, then at the car, and finally at the car key that had not been removed at all, as well as the small rainbow-colored heart and pink triangle key chain worn on the car key.
The black man who was originally hesitant saw the light coming on in another tent in the distance. He immediately got into the cab and started the car, stepped on the accelerator and drove away from the neighborhood.
Not long after driving forward, the car pulled over again. Immediately afterwards, the black man who was ready to give it a try pushed the door and got out of the car. He dragged the car owner out of the car and dragged him to a bench on the side of the road.
Later, they took away his mobile phone, watch, leather shoes, pants, belt and pink shirt.
Watching the black man get into the cab with the stolen clothes, Wei Ran, who was hiding deep in the alley, put down the telescope he had been holding with satisfaction, climbed over a low wall with a quick movement, and pressed against the wall at the base.
The shadow walked towards a park in the distance.
Less than half an hour later, he climbed over the green belt from the other side of the park to the roadside, put on a mask and baseball cap, bent down and got into a white off-road vehicle.
This off-road vehicle was not arranged by the Katenka sisters. Instead, he contacted Nineel via email to seek help after contacting Teacher Dalia.
Originally, he didn't have any hope for the weirdo, and it didn't even matter whether the other person could help - he just hoped that the other person could have some sense of participation, even if it required a little risk for him.
Give the other person some trust.
But it’s obvious that Niniel, the “courier”, is not simple at all. Not only did he meet his requirements for car models and colors in such a short period of time, he even prepared an extra set of clothes for him that he didn’t actually need.
.
"I'm responsible for delivering you to your destination."
The driver said in hoarse Russian, "My boss will rush to the hotel tomorrow morning and meet you as a friend in the hotel restaurant during lunch."
"No problem, I will eat on time." Wei Ran responded with the same hoarse voice.
Hearing this, the off-road vehicle drove straight to Weiran's hotel with the roar of its engine, and parked right next to the entrance to the safety passage as he requested.
At the same time as the car door opened, the driver also turned on the row of dazzling lights on the roof of the car to illuminate the camera diagonally opposite.
Under the cover of this bright light, Wei Ran also sneaked into the stairwell, and the driver whom he did not recognize immediately turned off the car lights, then closed the door, carrying a luggage bag and walked towards the safety
The elevator is next to the passage.
In the safe passage, after waiting for a while, Wei Ran quietly climbed to the top floor and followed the original path back to the bathroom of the room where he checked in.
Taking off the shower cap on his shoes and the rubber gloves on his hands, he pinched the small memory card and looked at it. Finally, he put it into the food box. This time he carefully opened the bathroom door and looked at
in the direction of the bathroom.
Fortunately, although it was already around three o'clock in the morning, Suisui did not come back.
Seeing this, he stopped wasting time, wiped off the fake skin color on his body as quickly as possible and took a good bath, then carefully folded the sportswear and shoes and put them into the travel bag.
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After everything is done, Wei Ran gets naked***
I soaked in the bathtub, took out the metal book and turned to the back of the latest page.
At this time, there was indeed a blue vortex on the page. Under the slowly rotating blue vortex, there was also a line of sad small words written: The broken death knell, there is no need to ring it anymore.
Sighing secretly, the Weiran detective took out an OTS38 silent revolver from the blue vortex.
