"It's me," the old man replied resignedly.

"You'd better tell the truth"

While Wei Ran was speaking, he had already pinched the old woman's mouth, and inserted the silencer of the P pistol wrapped with hand gel into her mouth, "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

The answer is. So boss, next is the last chance, either tell the real situation, or"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "It's my child." The old man finally gave a different answer, "It's the person he hired, after those two idiots missed it."

"It goes without saying what happens next."

Wei Ran paused and continued to ask, "So the first murderer who killed the hiking guide was also the one your idiot son was looking for?"

"That's right," the old man responded with difficulty.

"new questions"

Wei Ran hooked his hand around the old guy's neck and gently slapped his cheek while asking, "Who else are you going to attack, and who have you already attacked? I want to see what kind of job I have."

What can be done?”

"No more," the old man stammered in response.

"So I'm going to lose my job?" Wei Ran muttered in Japanese, pretending to be regretful.

"Kill the little kids who used to have photo albums"

The old lady on the left ignored the hint of the old man next to her and said in a trembling voice, "And all the potential buyers of the album, and also the historian."

"How much money can you offer?" Wei Ran's tone became increasingly greedy.

"Can it be 50,000 Australian dollars per person?" The old lady carefully offered a new price.

"too low"

Wei Ran said disappointedly, "And it also includes a public figure. This amount of money is not enough."

"For that historian, I am willing to pay an additional AU$00,000."

"I guess you can offer higher chips."

"800 000"

The old lady gritted her teeth and said, "If you kill that historian, you can get an additional 800,000 Australian dollars. This is already a high enough price."

"Can you afford so much money?" Wei Ran reminded with a smile, "Just now you said that you only have a deposit of AU$00,000."

After looking at each other, the old man who had been silent just now said, "We will sell part of the company's equity and we will make enough money."

"You know our rules," Wei Ran hinted vaguely.

"If you can find us once, you will find us a second time." The old man sighed, "We can't escape."

"Okay, I'll take over the business."

Wei Ran patted his pocket happily, "Now it's time to talk about this photo album. Rather than whether you can run away, I think it's better to use the secrets in this photo album as a guarantee of your credibility."

“There’s nothing in there”

"In this case, I will donate it to the War Memorial in Canberra."

After saying that, Wei Ran straightened up, turned around and walked away and said, "When I finish the work, I will come to you to settle the commission."

"Wait! Please wait!" The old man turned around in a panic, but almost tripped over because of the handcuffs that had not yet been released.

Unfortunately, Wei Ran did not stop. Now, the old man was completely panicked and said helplessly, "Please come back, and I will tell you the reason why we must get this photo album."

Hearing this, Wei Ran, who had already walked out five or six meters away, slowly stopped, turned around with a smile and walked to the back of the bench again.

Holding the heads of the two old men to make them sit upright, Wei Ran put his head between them again and urged like a crazy pervert, "Tell me, what secrets are there in this photo album?"

"There is a photo of my father there," the old man on the right said helplessly.

"What did you say?" Wei Ran asked again.

"I said, there are photos of my father in that photo album."

The old man subconsciously glanced at the mansion blocked by palm trees, "More than half of the photos inside were taken when he massacred Australian and British prisoners of war."

"So you are worried that these photos will affect your son's career?" Wei Ran asked in sudden realization.

“More than that”

The old man explained helplessly, "My business, as well as several Australian politicians who have a close relationship with me, will be affected by those photo albums, especially one of the buyers is my business competitor."

"Your business competitor?"

"The Chinese-Malaysian businessman you killed at the beginning of the month," the old man said reluctantly, "was the one who first discovered the secret in the photo album."

"This will cost more," Wei Ran said with a smile on his face, but in fact he had murderous intentions in his heart.

"We will give you a satisfactory price." The old lady joined the conversation again, "As long as."

"Don't waste my time"

Wei Ran interrupted the old lady's reminder, "According to your pace, it will take ten minutes to walk home from here, so in order not to affect your rest, we'd better discuss all issues before seven-fifty.

So madam, if you join the conversation without my permission, I will have to find another way to calm you down."

After saying that, Wei Ran tore off the hand glue attached to the muzzle of the silencer, sprayed some shaving foam inside again, and after applying it again, held the old lady's chin and stuffed the silencer in, "

Bite it, it will help you control your mouth, and it will also help you save your life."

Upon hearing this, the targeted old lady immediately bit the muffler wrapped in hand gel.

"Let's continue"

Wei Ran smiled and asked the old man next to him in Japanese, "I'm curious, in which battle were those photos of your father taken? This way, when you regret it, I can always tell you.

.”

“Sandakan”

The old man glanced at his wife and explained helplessly, "During the Sandakan Death March, my father was a captain responsible for escorting prisoners of war. He...he killed some prisoners of war."

"Some?" Wei Ran smiled, "How many are some?"

"More than a hundred people," the old man said vaguely.

"Be more specific," Wei Ran urged, somewhat inquisitively.

"More than one hundred and sixty people"

After the old man finished speaking, he quickly added, "Maybe less, he. He can't remember clearly."

"The old man you push out for a walk every morning is your father?"

"That's right. That's him."

"So in order to cover up the fact that your father was an executioner, you decided to spend more than two million Australian dollars to kill everyone who has seen the photo album?"

"Aren't you also a murderer?" the old man asked angrily.

"certainly"

Wei Ran nodded with a smile, then took out a remote control from his pocket and pressed it.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, a firework that was ignited by electronic remote control flew into the night sky under the watchful eyes of all the tourists on the reef that was almost submerged by the rising tide.

"Wow——!"

When the fireworks bloomed in the night sky, the old man sitting on the bench subconsciously looked over.

However, at the same moment when the firework exploded, Weiran also decisively pulled the trigger.

Amidst the faint sound of gunfire that was masked by the explosion of fireworks, the reduced-charge bullet in the gun chamber was also successfully fired. The lead bullet with a diameter of .

The evaporated shaving foam broke through the hand gel blocking the muzzle of the gun, then easily penetrated the upper teeth of the old woman, and turned her brain into a ball of paste as it rolled at extremely high speed.

At the same time, Wei Ran also pulled out his pistol. Under the horrified gaze of the old guy who subconsciously turned his head when the bullet shell hit his cheek, he grabbed his chin and stabbed the silencer, which was wet with saliva, into it.

"Apologise to those massacred prisoners of war on behalf of your father," Wei Ran said, and at the same time as the second firework exploded, he pulled the trigger again.

After the second slightly faint gunshot, he immediately pulled out his pistol and put it back in the holster. Then he took out a box of Vaseline, dug out a lump from it and put it into the old woman's mouth, blocking it with ease.

Charred bullet holes.

Amidst the rising fireworks, Wei Ran followed the same method and blocked the bullet hole deep in the old man's mouth. Wei Ran slowly removed the two pairs of handcuffs that imprisoned them, and then placed their bodies close together.

And he put a big towel on their shoulders again, keeping them in a position of cuddling together as if watching the fireworks.

After everything was done, he walked a few steps further away, pushed out a stolen road bicycle from the palm grove, and rode the bicycle slowly to the pier amidst the fireworks that still didn't stop.

direction.
Chapter completed!