After the dog Beria was settled, the bearded driver got into a dirty off-road vehicle with Weiyan, then pointed at a fleet of vehicles ready to go in the yard and said, "Sir, you can drive and follow."

That’s just the convoy, they are going to Donetsk.”

With that said, the bearded man took out a satellite phone, a GPS and the matching charger from his pocket and handed them to Weiran, "With this satellite phone and GPS, you can use it no matter where you are in Donetsk."

, when you need to come back, call the only number stored in it, and then tell the other party your location, and someone will bring you back."

"I'm sorry to bother you, Beria," Weiran said as he took the two electronic devices.

"Beria?"

The bearded man was stunned, "Your pet's name is Beria? What a scary name."

"Thank you. I appreciate the compliment"

As he spoke, Wei Ran started the Nissan off-road vehicle and followed the convoy of more than a dozen Kamaz trucks and several Ural trucks out of the large yard.

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The most embarrassing thing is that the only working meters of this off-road vehicle with a bunch of fault codes are the tachometer and speedometer. The rest, such as the odometer and even the middle screen, are all inoperable.

He followed the convoy in this way for almost three or four hours. When the setting sun in front of him was mostly blocked by the horizon, an off-road vehicle that had been driving in front of him also stopped. Then someone opened the door with a backpack.

After getting down, he ran over and knocked on Weiran's car door.

When he lowered the window, the people outside stuffed his backpack in first, "This is Donetsk already. We are going to a more dangerous place next, so we can't take you with us. In addition, what's in the bag?"

You'd better take your things with you. If you need a guide, there's a business card in your bag. You can call the number on the card."

"Okay, Ma..."

Wei Ran didn't say any kind words, but the person outside the window had already wiped the dust-covered sickle and grapevine logo on the car door with his sleeves, then turned around and ran back to his car, got in the car door and swaggered.

And go.

"sorry to bother you"

When Wei Ran raised the car window, he completed the unfinished polite words, then he pulled the car to the side of the road and opened the backpack that the other party had just handed to him.

There are not many things in this heavy backpack, but it is important enough. A body armor with inserts and a helmet. In addition, there is also an AKS74U of the same model as Bin Laden's brother and the matching PB4 silencer, plus

Five loaded magazines.

In addition to this weapon, there is also a silent Makarov pistol in a holster. The silencer is screwed on the muzzle of this pistol, and the matching magazine is also prepared.

A total of five.

"I told you I'm not here to kill people..."

Wei Ran finally pulled out the business card and grinned helplessly. Then he took off his coat honestly and put on the heavy body armor inside. As for the weapons and helmets, he didn't go to the front line, so naturally they didn't need them.

Already.

Without hurrying to move, Wei Ran looked at the city under the setting sun. It was different from other cities where the lights were bright after dark. Wherever he looked, it was also slightly deserted.

He picked up the business card in his bag again and took a look at it. However, Wei Ran did not make a call. Instead, he took out a spare cell phone that had never been used in the food box. After slowly turning it on and charging it, he opened the navigation.

software.

With the help of navigation software, he was able to determine that he was currently on the edge of the city in eastern Donetsk, and the address provided by the metal book was in a small village about 15 kilometers northwest of the city.

It was not too far to the left and right, so he stopped wasting time and drove the car through the city according to the navigation guidance, and went to buy some food and drinks in the city.

When you actually enter the city of Donetsk, except for the occasional building that seems to have been shelled or exploded, the rest is not much different from small cities across Russia.

After randomly buying some food and drink and putting them in the trunk, he drove the car out of the city and followed the traffic to the northwest.

Along the way, when he was less than five kilometers away from his destination, there were only vast farmlands left on both sides of the road, and there were no other vehicles on this muddy road that was not easy to walk. And there were no other vehicles.

Right in front of this road, you can vaguely see a small village under the setting sun.

Looking at the sky above his head and the faint sounds of gunfire coming from the direction of Wu Kelan to the west from time to time, he couldn't help but increase his speed again.

After walking the last bit of the journey with some difficulty, he couldn't help but be troubled when he drove the car to the entrance of the village. Although the metal book provided an address, it did not provide a contact person, and although the address included the house number, it did not provide a contact person.

But obviously, in such a small village, the house number is a useless decoration.

Not only that, even just outside the village, he saw an unexploded rocket poking through the farmland. A little further away, there were several houses that were cracked or even collapsed. Not far from these houses, there were

Several craters have accumulated small puddles.

After a moment's hesitation, he pushed open the car door, but did not pick up the backpack containing weapons at all. Instead, he randomly selected a few items from the food and drinks he bought in the city, squatted down from a distance, and faced the two people who were sitting on the grass.

The little guy playing football waved.

"Hello, sir."

One of the young men who came over with the ball said hello politely, and then said in an affirmative and slightly wary tone, "Are you not from the village?"

"of course not"

Wei Ran said and handed the two large bottles of milk he was holding to him and his companions, "I came here to find a friend, but although I have his address, your village doesn't seem to use house numbers.

,so can you help me?

Of course, if you are not willing to waste time taking me to find the house at the corresponding address, can you help me find an adult? In any case, how about these two bottles of milk as a gift for our first meeting? "

"Wait here for a moment"

The young man holding the football and his companion looked at each other, and then in a contractual spirit, he "temporarily mortgaged" his football to Wei Ran's feet, and then he and his playmate each ran towards Wei Ran holding a bottle of milk.

in different directions.

Not long after, a man in a leather apron, who looked about thirty-five or sixty-years-old and smelled of engine oil, ran over carrying a greasy wrench.

"Hello"

Wei Ran took the initiative to say hello from a distance, "Is this your child's football?"

After saying that, he didn't even wait for the other party to answer, and gently kicked the football at his feet.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! He subconsciously raised his foot to catch the ball. The man with the wrench first kicked the ball to his son behind him, and then asked, "

My kid said you're looking for an address?"

"right"

Wei Ran nodded, took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one for himself first, and then gave the cigarette case to the other party, "Would you like one?"

"What do you call it?" The man took the cigarette box, took one out, put it in his mouth and lit it, then returned the cigarette box to Wei Ran.

"Victor"

Wei Ran did not make up a false identity this time, and there was no disguise or cover on his face. "What do you call me?"

"Pyatov, just call me by this name."

The man took a long puff of his cigarette and looked at the car parked more than 20 meters behind Wei Ran. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and asked thoughtfully, "Victor, who are you looking for?"

Wei Ran spread his hands, "To be honest, I don't know either."

"You don't know either?" Piatov raised his eyebrows, obviously not expecting him to give such an answer.

"I only know an address"

As Wei Ran spoke, he took out a notepad he bought at the airport, opened it, and showed the address written on it in advance, "Look, I only have this address, but it doesn't seem to be used in this village."

House number."

"It's his home..."

Piatov muttered something, then looked at Wei Ran and said, "Don't you know anyone who lives at this address?"

"I don't know him"

Wei Ran thought for a while, "But if the other person is an old man, I might know his father."

"His father?" Piatov laughed dumbly, "Impossible, how old are you?"

"What I said is true"

Wei Ran spread his hands, took out his mobile phone, and showed the photo of Commissar Vinia's relics to the other party, "I am a historian. I found these things in a Soviet guerrilla camp. I spent a lot of effort.

I just found this place, and I just came here to see if the political commissar Vinia still has any family members alive."

"Wait a minute, are you the Chinese Victor?" Piatov seemed to suddenly recognize Wei Ran, even raising his voice.

"You know me?" Wei Ran looked at the other person in astonishment.

"Of course I know you!"

Piatov's attitude immediately became more enthusiastic, "Not only do I know you, almost everyone in our village knows you! Come with me! I will take you to find the person you want to find, and tell you by the way.
Chapter completed!