Putting away the wire cutters and sitting in the corner, Wei Ran carefully pulled out the steel wire core of the brake line, and patiently peeled off nearly half of the thin steel wire from the wire core.

He held it in his hand and tried it. He nodded with satisfaction, took out the wire cutters again, cut off two pieces of bicycle inner tube to wrap the two ends of the wire core, and cut two pieces from the nylon spool in the Panther vest's utility bag.

A piece of nylon thread tightly tied the soft inner tube to the steel wire core.

It took him less than five minutes to make himself a very easy-to-use scroll saw or choke wire. Before leaving, he even wrapped the less than one meter long choke wire around the bicycle frame and quickly pulled it left and right twice.

Feeling satisfied with the saw marks on the beam, Wei Ran hid the homemade choke wire in the cuffs of his sweater and walked quickly towards a car not far away.

Without checking carefully, he had already noticed that the fuel tank cap of the car had been unscrewed. He tried to push it, but there was no movement at all in the fuel tank. Obviously, the precious fuel inside had been drained away by others.

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He walked around the hospital, which was almost destroyed by the war and was only in ruins. He saw the sky getting darker and darker, but Wei Ran found nothing. He didn't find the much-needed fuel, he didn't find the language mission needs, and he needed it even more.

Bullets - whether for self-defense or killing.

After looking at the direction of the hospital, he took advantage of the night and walked further along an alley.

At this moment, three armed men carrying weapons came over from a distance, each holding a cigarette and a flashlight.

Before the flashlight light could reach him, Wei Ran dodged and hid in the ruins that could be seen everywhere on the roadside. He held his breath and secretly looked at the three gun-wielding militants who were only separated by a wall.

Although it was dark, he still noticed at a glance the cedar badge on the right chest of the man in military uniform - that was the symbol of the Falange!

But the other two people looked like they were going to a concert. One of them had a haircut, wearing denim bell-bottoms and a denim jacket, and white pointed-toe shoes.

The other one was wearing the same pair of bell-bottom trousers and pointed leather shoes, but his upper body was a tight hurdle vest and a brown leather jacket.

Although the two of them didn't look serious, since they were walking behind the Falange, they probably wouldn't be bad birds.

Although it is only September 10th, there is still a week left before these Falangists and the Chairmen collude to carry out massacres.

But even before entering this period of history, Wei Ran was already holding back an evil fire in his heart that had nowhere to vent. He didn't care whether striking first was considered a sneak attack.

After carefully observing his surroundings, Wei Ran, who was hiding in the shadow of the ruined walls, waited patiently for the three militants to walk over. He immediately ducked down and followed quietly, while also pulling out his homemade weapon from his cuffs.

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Seeing the right moment, Wei Ran neatly wrapped the neck of the last militant wearing a leather jacket with the choke wire he held with both hands, and at the same time, he pulled hard from left to right a few times with both hands.

Because nearly half of the steel wire had been stripped away, the brake line had become as sharp as a saw blade. Therefore, without much effort, it easily cut through the soldier's trachea, arteries, and deeper veins until it encountered

The relatively hard cervical vertebrae got stuck.

Before the white man with his throat cut fell to the ground, Wei Ran had already loosened the choke wire that was almost completely embedded in his cervical spine, and a Type 50 engineer shovel appeared in his hand.

"puff!"

As he swung hard, the sharp shovel blade carried the cold wind. At the penultimate spot, the man who seemed to be cosplaying Elvis turned his head and struck him hard on the neck.

Wei Ran simply let go of the engineering shovel in his hand, and a pair of heavy wire cutters appeared in his hand.

"Bang!"

Just when the Falangist member in military uniform at the front noticed something was wrong and was about to turn around, the hard pliers of the wire cutters hit him accurately on the temple.

"Plop!"

Kicking the Falange member down, Wei Ran put away the wire cutters, first closed the three flashlights and fastened them to his belt, then turned around and stepped on the corpse's shoulder, pulled out the engineer shovel stuck in his neck and recovered the metal

book.

Slowly, he took off the choke wire stuck in his spine, shook it, and hid it in his cuffs again. He dragged the three corpses one by one into the shadows deep in the alley not far away.

After examining the three corpses in the dark, Wei Ran couldn't help but curl his lips. The weapon used by the militant whose throat he cut first was a Swiss-produced SG540 rifle.

Not to mention the quality of the weapon itself, at least the ammunition of this gun is of no use to him at all - unless he uses the opponent's weapon, it will undoubtedly cause huge trouble for him, Doctors Without Borders.

After some picking and picking, Wei Ran dug out the only American M67 grenade from the corpse and stuffed it into the ammunition pouch of the Panther tactical vest he was still wearing, and then looked decisively at the second corpse.

This guy's weapon is a G3 rifle that I don't know where it came from, but it is definitely related to the chair.

Fortunately, although his rifle ammunition was still out of use, Wei Ran found a 9mm Browning pistol in the holster on his waist and a spare magazine stuffed in a Soviet-style ammunition pouch.

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After stuffing all three magazines into the ammunition pouch of the Black Panther's vest, Wei Ran squatted in front of the last corpse.

In addition to an M16 rifle with a 203 grenade launcher, this corpse was also carrying an AK47 with a folding support. The ammunition pouch on his chest was stuffed with two spare magazines and a few fragmentary bullets.

, this is undoubtedly huge good news.

He quickly removed the magazine of the AK47 and stuffed all the spare magazines and bullets into the ammunition bag. Weiran did not give up and groped around the body for the last time, and found out a zippo lighter and an unknown article.

Where did you get the lady's gold necklace, plus half a pack of cigarettes?

Finally, he took off the batteries of the three flashlights on his waist and stuffed them into the ammunition pouch of the Black Panther's vest. Wei Ran looked around, then took off the uniform of the Falangist corpse and threw the three corpses into the

In the basement of an abandoned building.

Rubbing the remaining blood on the ground with his feet, Wei Ran carried the balled up Falangist uniform and walked a hundred meters away, got into the remains of a building, first took off the Falangist cedar badge and stuffed it into the pocket of the Black Panther vest.

ammunition bag, and then hid in a corner and set fire to the uniform that would cause trouble.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Before the fire started, he had already left along the broken window, found another piece of ruins and hid in the corner, and reloaded his own weapons one by one.

Load the bullet.

"Pity"

Wei Ran muttered silently. The preemptive strike just now allowed him to seize 23 rounds of 9mm pistol ammunition, 102 rounds of 7.62mm intermediate power ammunition for AK47, and only one grenade.

In other words, even if grenades were counted as bullets, he still had a gap of 24 rounds before he could collect 150 rounds of ammunition. What's more, he had not found any fuel for more than half an hour.

Fortunately, although the first language task was not completed, at least his titanium alloy pistol was fully loaded with bullets and had three rounds left, and the five magazines of the Bayi Bar were also fully loaded with three and a half rounds.

Even the flashlight is full of batteries, and there are several spare batteries.

"You also need to pay attention to water and food..."

Wei Ran muttered secretly. He didn't find any food on the three corpses just now.

This means that their base camp is probably very close to here, so close that there may be no need to carry food with them. This is definitely not good news.

After carefully considering the current situation, Wei Ran left the dim ruins, first pinned the cedar badge on his chest, and then walked struttingly down the street carrying the Bayi bar with bullets on it.

After crossing two intersections in a row, he finally stopped again. At this time, an M113 armored personnel carrier was parked diagonally across the intersection less than 10 meters away from him.

At the rear of this car, a 20-liter oil drum is fixed to the left and right.

Looking at the empty machine gun tower on the roof of the vehicle, Wei Ran retracted the Bayi bar and hid in the shadows to observe for a moment. Then, taking advantage of the sky, he walked to the rear of the troop carrier and gently opened the fixed oil barrel.

He used the buckle to remove the heavy oil drum, and then removed the oil drum on the other side in the same manner.

He is so bold and reckless, so he has the confidence. After all, this Falangist is not a regular army.

Or to be more precise, after all, it is not the regular army that migrated from the Soviet Union after the end of World War II, those with rich combat experience, and the Jewish Red Army veterans of World War II as the core.

If it seems a little complicated to say this, then it can be simpler - the enemies we face at this time are just a group of rookies who can be absolutely equated with the "rabble".

Carrying two heavy oil drums in such a swagger, Wei Ran trotted and hid in the ruins of the building. Seeing that the Falangist militants who might be in the personnel carrier were not even aware of it, Wei Ran immediately jumped from the broken window of the ruins to another without stopping.

On the street on one side, with the shadow of the building close to it, he ran all the way to the hospital.

However, before entering the hospital, he hid in the ruins of the building again, opened the lid of one of the oil drums and smelled it, then took out the kerosene lamp from the metal book, filled it with gasoline, and also tore off his chest

The cedar badge was stuffed into the ammunition pouch, and the metal book was taken back together with the vest.

A moment later, Wei Ran carried two heavy oil drums and walked into the hospital, which had already lost power and oil and was only lit by scattered candlelight.

When he entered the operating room with only one kerosene lamp left, Médecins Sans Frontières Celine Yaman, codenamed Sewing Machine, was still at the desk that he was supposed to be responsible for, busy performing abdominal surgery on a wounded patient.

Next door, on the delivery bed with the curtains drawn, there was a woman, with the help of the female nurse Julia Shea, code-named Cradle, and the female nurse Clara Holler, code-named Edelweiss, and with the unison of the child laborers.
Chapter completed!