Returning to the darkroom, Wei Ran locked the door again, and this time even turned off the intercom used to communicate with upstairs.
Finally, after looking at all the objects on the table one by one, a metal book that opened automatically appeared in his hand.
Amidst the clattering sound of turning pages, the metal quill originally embedded on the cover also separated automatically. Then, under Wei Ran's gaze, a picture was drawn on the pale yellow page.
What surprised him was that what appeared in this black and white picture was not the Indian ax or cannon shell casing, helmet, sailor bag, etc. that he thought. Instead, it was an object held by the index finger and thumb of his right hand, with the other three fingers spread out.
way to hold a sailor's whistle!
Almost subconsciously, Wei Ran glanced at the shiny silver sailor's whistle on the table that was tied to the ax with a string.
On one side of the keel of the sailor's whistle, there are the embossed words "USS Johnston DD-557", and on the other side there is an embossed chain sea anchor.
Originally, this little sailor's whistle not only did not attract the attention of Wei Ran and Xia Shushi, but even the Katenka sisters who helped did not find any useful clues from it.
But Wei Ran didn't expect that such a small whistle would be regarded as a key item by the metal book.
As he waited with increasing anxiety, lines of writing appeared directly below the picture:
Role identity: Victor, third-class cook on duty
Return mission: No more killing after October 25th, and secretly take at least one photo every day until the sailor's whistle is blown.
Language mission: Steal at least one pack of tobacco and successfully land on the island.
What the hell kind of mission is this that doesn’t speak human words?
Wei Ran couldn't help but groaned and let the strong white light sweep over him. After a moment, he also saw something that could be used this time.
"Why is this thing here?"
When Wei Ran saw Robert's camera bag that he had never used since he got it, he couldn't help but be stunned. He also subconsciously thought of the turret of the car with the words "For...
"Recapture the Soviet Ukolan" T-34 tank, I even thought about the embarrassing scene when I was sitting in the tank electromechanical position, shaking my dick to urinate, and being laughed at by the lame driver as doing the Cossack dance with his dick.
After coming back to his senses, he focused again on the images that kept flashing before his eyes. This time, in addition to the Robert camera bag that he had never used since he got it, he could use three oil barrels.
, a compass and a flyback watch, a Type 50 engineer shovel that does not conform to the era but has little relevance, a Yongbei brand flashlight that also came from the Zhaoxian battlefield, and a German paratrooper gravity knife and a British soldier that should not have appeared on the Pacific battlefield.
p44 kettle.
And they don’t give food boxes...
Wei Ran murmured in dissatisfaction, and then he felt that the temperature around him suddenly increased a lot. Immediately afterwards, he smelled the body odor mixed with the aroma of the food, and heard the noisy yellow food.
Jokes.
He blinked hard to regain his vision, and then he saw two shirtless black men wearing chef hats and aprons. One was busy baking bread, and the other was busy making fried potatoes.
Looking at myself again, I have a first-class steel helmet on my head, a relatively clean green handyman deck suit on my upper body, a pair of navy-style blue coarse cloth trousers on my lower body, and a pair of shiny navy service shoes on my feet.
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Compared to his clothes, he holds a slender and sharp kitchen knife in his hand. The basket on the left is filled with various tropical fruits waiting to be cut, and the tray on the right already has many cut fruit pieces.
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Just cut the fruit?
Wei Ran glanced at the 24-hour clock hanging not far away. The time on it was already past nine o'clock. However, after looking at the clock, he realized that the second hand of the clock did not move at all.
Look at the other black cooks who were busy in the hot kitchen. He simply lowered his head and took out a pineapple from the box. After cutting off the peel without any waste, he picked up the juiciest part of the fruit and cut off a piece.
Stuffed it into his mouth.
While chewing the sweet and sour pulp, he was busy cutting the rest into small pieces suitable for eating. In his mind, he also repeated the language tasks of this return mission.
"Stealing tobacco, taking secret photos every day, blowing whistles, and not killing anyone..."
Wei Ran cooed secretly, and subconsciously stuffed another large piece of smooth mango meat into his mouth.
No, you have to check the camera first!
While Wei Ran was talking, he threw the kitchen knife into the sink, turned on the faucet, flushed his hands randomly, rummaged around, clutched his stomach, and quickly left the kitchen and went straight into the laundry room next door.
I have to admit that the U.S. Navy was indeed at the forefront of technology at this time. At least the laundry room was fully equipped with washing machines, air dryers, ironing boards, clothes drying racks, etc.
I don't know whether it was a coincidence or just the right time to come. Although the washing machine in the laundry room was running at this time, there was no one there.
Looking at the various half-dried clothes on the clothes drying rack, Wei Ran did not dare to waste time and took out Robert's never-used camera bag as quickly as possible.
This black hard horsehide satchel is not too big. In addition to a Robert camera, there are several matching lenses of different lengths and several sealed film canisters in the compartment, as well as a film tube with the production information erased.
ppk small pistol, and the only thing missing from it is the photo of him and the tank crew members in the chapter.
First, I checked the small ppk pistol as quickly as possible. Fortunately, this small pistol, which should not have appeared here at all, not only had the magazine full of bullets, but also had a bullet in the chamber ready to be used.
Fired bullets.
It's just a little troublesome to take it out and use it...
Wei Ran muttered to himself, stuffed the small pistol into the compartment of his camera bag, and then picked up the Robert clockwork camera that he had never used since he got it.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After some observation, it was confirmed that the film was already loaded inside. After Weiran hesitated for a while, he replaced the camera with a wide-angle lens.
He raised the camera and took a moment to get used to it. Except for the small viewfinder frame, which was very characteristic of Germany and made him want to curse, it didn't have any major shortcomings.
Not daring to waste time, he wound up the camera as quickly as possible, then stuffed it into his camera bag and took back the metal book.
To be on the safe side, he took out the remaining items and inspected them one by one.
It was okay not to check, but after some inspections, he broke out in a cold sweat. Things like the engineer's shovel and flashlight were all normal, but the three oil barrels and the British soldier's canvas cover still had the CBI theater armband affixed to it.
The military P44 kettles are all empty! Not only are they empty, but they are completely empty without even a drop of water!
"You're so secretly trying to trick me!"
Just as he cursed, a piercing siren suddenly sounded on the battleship!
Before he could run out of the laundry room, he saw the black cooks who were working next door just now running past the door shouting.
After hesitating for less than a second, Wei Ran rushed out of the laundry room and rushed in without hesitation...well...back to the kitchen next door.
Looking around, he put two of the oil barrels under the faucet as quickly as possible and started filling them with water. Then he opened the third oil barrel and moved it to the edge of the insulation barrel. He opened the faucet and filled it with the water just now.
Ready hot cocoa.
Fruit, fruit cannot be wasted!
As Wei Ran muttered, he stuffed the pieces of fruit he had just cut into one of the oil barrels that were being filled with water. From time to time, he even stuffed one or two pieces into his mouth.
While filling the three oil drums with water, he also filled the American army kettle on his waist and the British P44 kettle in the metal book with the Coke and scalding hot oil he found in the kitchen.
Finally, he put away the three oil drums that were also filled, and reluctantly added the freshly made fried potatoes to the gas mask bag slung around his waist, until he saw that the hot oil in the fryer had already
As the ship turned and tilted and was about to swing out, he picked up a piece of fried pork chop, put it in his mouth and ran out of the kitchen.
Although it was slightly delayed for a few minutes, fortunately there were sailors running out at this time, so we didn't get lost.
Following the crowd, he ran out of the cabin and onto the deck. Before he could clearly see what was going on around him, he heard the loud sailor's whistle.
Almost subconsciously, he followed the sound of the whistle and looked over. However, the whistler was a white soldier wearing a steel helmet, not the Indian soldier he was looking for.
"Victor! What are you doing, you idiot! Come here quickly!"
With a shout, Wei Ran was also dragged by a sturdy black soldier to the side of the twin Oerlikon 20mm anti-aircraft cannon not far away.
Seeing that he was only left with the gunner's position, which seemed to be focused on in the next second, Wei Ran swallowed hard, then reluctantly moved forward, and first took off the body armor hanging on it.
on the body, and then rested his shoulders on the huge shoulder rests.
"Why do I smell fried potatoes?"
The black soldier just sniffed while sniffing, and his particularly conspicuous white eyes followed the smell and moved to the bulging and hot gas mask bag on Wei Ran's waist.
"Keep your voice down"
Wei Ran glared at the opponent, opened his satchel, took out some hot fried potato cubes, and poured them into the opponent's helmet.
"Victor, you are really a rat in the kitchen!"
The black soldier grinned and joked, and before closing his mouth, he picked up a piece of fried potato and threw it into his mouth.
"Brother, do you have any tobacco?" Wei Ran asked while observing the surrounding situation.
"cut tobacco?"
The black man touched his pants pocket and took out a pack of crumpled Camel cigarettes, "I only have this, do you want it?"
"never mind"
Wei Ran waved his hand and was about to say something else when the rumble of cannons was heard from a very far distance, followed by water splashes of different colors exploding around the ship he was on.
