In the city of Beirut, which is about to be completely shrouded in darkness, Wei Ran, who has already taken off his surgical clothes, is walking in the shadows of the ruined streets that have lost power supply, patiently searching for his favorite prey.

Avoiding the refugees who were looking for food in the ruins, looking for clothing and fuel to keep warm and cook, or still looking for missing relatives, the buildings around him were becoming more and more dilapidated. In these buildings that could already be called ruins, it proved that they were still

There are fewer and fewer human presences.

Finally, when he was about to turn a corner, he noticed the soldiers patrolling in line diagonally opposite, as well as three pickup trucks parked not far away that served as firepower fortresses, as well as the machine guns mounted on the pickup trucks, and the

A row of halogen headlights on the roof of a car's cab that are not turned on.

Hiding in the shadow of the ruins, Wei Ran patiently observed the patrol routes of the militants.

Five minutes, ten minutes, twenty minutes, when the group of four armed men crossed the T-junction for the fifth time, he also figured out the opponent's route of action.

The three pickup trucks at the corner of the street were their focal point. In the space enclosed by tent cloth behind the three pickup trucks, a bonfire was lit for warmth, and laughter and laughter that he could not understand could be heard inside.

In addition to these people guarding the pickup truck, there were four other armed men patrolling back and forth along the other two intersections on both sides of the T-junction.

In addition, there is a three-person team patrolling along the T-shaped intersection in the direction from which Wei Ran came. These three people also only patrol to the next intersection and then turn back.

The patrol route seemed strict, but Wei Ran knew clearly that unless there were well-trained regular troops, these militiamen would definitely get into trouble by the middle of the night.

I just don’t know if the searchlights on the car will be turned on when the sky darkens completely. This is unknown, but it is also a huge trouble.

I have to go back to celebrate Edelweiss's birthday, but I don't have time to stay with you until midnight.

Wei Ran muttered secretly, walked to the intersection at the end of the "T-shaped" patrol route, and lay down in the shadow of a burned-out car wreckage with only its iron shell left.

Not long after, as the footsteps got closer and closer, the patrol team of only three people came back from a distance with flashlights in hand.

Much earlier than Wei Ran expected, this time they did not go to the intersection and shine the flashlight in other directions as they did at the beginning, but turned around and started walking back.

Wei Ran, who was lying in the shadow, shook his head helplessly, turned over, and walked gently along the road that had been cleared of large pieces of broken bricks in advance.

He easily wrapped the neck of the last militant with the slip-knot made in advance. While Wei Ran grasped the choke wire and tightened it with one hand, he pressed his pistol against his chin with his other hand and at the same time put his feet on

A gentle kick on the socket of his knee easily made the man lose his balance, allowing him to gently lower him to the ground.

After glancing at the cedar badge that was vaguely visible on the opponent's chest, Wei Ran no longer had any scruples, put away his pistol and easily broke the man's neck.

Taking off the choke wire as quickly as possible, Wei Ran clung to the two people who were still chatting like a ghost again. The scalpel in his hand reached the neck of the soldier in front and slid it hard, followed closely by using

The other hand covered the wound on the neck to prevent too much blood from flowing out, allowing the still twitching corpse to weaken at its feet and lose the ability to walk upright.

Before he fell to the ground, Wei Ran had already thrown down the soldier in front of him who seemed to be about to turn around after hearing the noise. He held a pistol with a silencer in his hand full of blood, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at him.

It hit his back.

At the same time, he would use his other hand to remove the choker tied with a slip knot around his neck, put it around the man's neck and pull hard, while at the same time kicking his kneecap.

"Do you speak English?" Wei Ran asked while helping the other party turn off the flashlight.

Seeing that this man was only struggling and trying to get the AK rifle on his shoulder, Wei Ran shook his head regretfully, hugged his head and broke his spine with a "bang" sound.

After dragging the three corpses to the roadside, Wei Ran took off the uniform of one of the corpses and put it on him as quickly as possible, put on the opponent's helmet, picked up an AK rifle with a bayonet, and

Holding a flashlight, he strutted towards the T-intersection where three pickup trucks were parked.

Under his deliberate control, when he returned to the T-intersection and walked around the back of the pickup truck, the four-man patrol was still walking forward with its back to him.

As he got closer, he could see clearly that behind the three vehicles, in the space enclosed by canvas, there were only two armed men sitting by the campfire smoking and heating food. Not to mention taking away their weapons.

It's in my hand, not even on my hand, but on the bed of a pickup truck.

The one of the two armed men who was facing him from the side saw him approaching with a flashlight, and he enthusiastically picked up his coffee cup and said hello.

Although he didn't understand what the other party was saying, it didn't delay Wei Ran at all. He raised his gun and stabbed his chest with a bayonet that was not sharp but was lethal enough.

Wei Ran simply let go of the unloaded rifle in his hand. When the mug held by the militant with his back turned to him fell to the ground, Wei Ran grabbed his neck and pulled hard.

"Click"

With a crisp snapping sound, before the militant could even open the buckle of the pistol holster at his waist, his body went limp and he was forced off the line.

Pulling out the rifle that was still stuck in the corpse's chest, Wei Ran touched the corpse, took out a pack of cigarettes and a wad of shekel banknotes, and pulled out three more Huaxia 56s from the chest hanging.

AK magazine.

He randomly stuffed these things into his pockets, and as for the body, he temporarily stuffed it under the car.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He used his feet to gather the soil around the campfire together to cover the small amount of blood and spilled coffee. He also sat down on the body.

While sitting, he took out the kettle from the metal book and placed it at his feet. Then he picked up the coffee pot and poured all the steaming coffee into the kettle.

Before the four patrolling soldiers returned, he put away the water bottle and plundered another corpse whose neck was broken by him as quickly as possible.

There was a 1911 pistol with almost worn rifling on the waist of this corpse, and three Uzi submachine gun magazines filled with bullets in the ammunition pouch on the chest.

Apart from these scraps of metal that he may or may not be able to use, the only things that are still valuable are a large gold ring on the finger of the corpse and a TC600 electronic watch produced by Casio.

Without any psychological pressure, he took off all the gold rings and electronic watches and put them into his pocket. After placing the corpse in the pose of a meditator, he turned to look at the weapons placed on the bed of the pickup truck.

There was an AK47 rifle with a folding stock and an Uzi submachine gun with a folding stock. In addition, there were several boxes of 14.5 mm anti-aircraft machine gun ammunition, 12.7 mm caliber NATO machine gun ammunition, and a Soviet rocket launcher.

In the innermost part of the car, there is a generator and two 20-liter oil drums.

The other two pickup trucks carried a single-barreled 14.5mm anti-aircraft machine gun, a Laoganma, and more supporting ammunition.

Before I had time to see what was in the pickup truck, the patrol also came over from a distance.

Seeing this, Wei Ran also prepared his clothes again, picked up the mug on the ground and put it to his mouth to pose.

Just as he expected, the four people didn't stop at all, they just walked forward.

Upon seeing this, Wei Ran quietly stood up, raised the pistol with the silencer in one hand and the flashlight in the other, and pulled the trigger repeatedly towards the backs of the four people.

Thanks to the excellent performance of later silencers and the frequent firefights in the distance, the four people were shot in the back of the head one after another before they could react, and the gunshots did not attract any attention.

Putting away the gun, Wei Ran looked around, left the warm campfire, and walked to the four corpses that had fallen into a ball. He first bent down and turned off the fallen flashlight, then took off their weapons in the dark, and then took them

They carried them one by one to the edge of the bonfire and started searching by the light of the fire.

This time, his search was even more thorough. Not only did he take off the bloodless uniforms and various Soviet or Chinese-style chest hangings from several corpses, he even cut off large sections of any tattoos that could identify their identities.

Come down and throw it into the bonfire.

Finally, he put the corpse's head into the bonfire and burned it beyond recognition. Then he took the trouble to carry the corpse to the second floor of a ruin in the distance.

After taking a breath, he stripped the three corpses that he had killed in the initial ambush and carried them here, removing any useful things or things that could identify themselves, and also gave them an "insulting pigeon gift."

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This was not over yet. He dipped a ball of clothes in the still warm blood and sent a sincere blessing in German Hebrew on the wall next to the place where the body was dumped: Hi! Jutah!

Wei Ran returned to the campfire and checked the cabs of the three vehicles. However, Wei Ran was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he took out his Black Panther vest and filled all the magazines of the Bayi Bar with bullets, and then

He also stuffed the four grenades he just intercepted into the ammunition bag.

After all the hard work just now, the requirement of collecting 150 rounds of ammunition in the language task was definitely exceeded.

He even had a lot of bullets now, but what surprised him was that this time he still didn't feel the indescribable feeling of brain downtime.

Could it be a benefit after being promoted to major? Wei Ran speculated in hindsight, but he did not delay at all to replenish the pistol magazine with bullets.

Not to mention this, a greedy historian, Doctors Without Borders and internationalist fighters took out the oil barrels in the metal book and packed a large barrel full of fuel for use back home.

Glancing at the electronic watch he just picked up on his wrist, he stuck an extra grenade in the ammunition box, and used the nylon spool on the Black Panther's vest to pull an accompanying hairline hidden in the canvas curtain.

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"There are still eight places left, so you have to be more confident when you change shifts."

Wei Ran muttered one last word, took off his uniform, wrapped all the useful items he had just taken off in two Arab kerchiefs, threw them over his shoulders and walked back.

When he cleaned up the traces and returned to the hospital, it was already 9:30 pm.

"boom!"

Almost at the same time he stepped into the hospital, a dull explosion came from the far distance behind him.

Subconsciously turning around, the night sky, which was extremely dark due to the power outage, was dyed a beautiful red color by the explosion just now.

"If I don't get dizzy, I don't know if Minato has collected enough 20..."

Wei Ran muttered secretly, slowly took off his dirty rubber gloves and threw them away. After looking around to make sure that no one noticed or followed him, he walked to the garage door and gently knocked on the lock.

of iron gate.

Almost at the same time as his knuckles hit the iron door, he heard the sewing machine nervously ask, "Who is it?"

"It's me, the veterinarian." Wei Ran replied softly.

Before he finished speaking, the small door on the iron door was opened from the inside. Immediately afterwards, Wei Ran was grabbed by the shoulders with two hands on the left and right and "pulled" in.

"Are you OK?"

Without waiting for the iron door behind him to be closed, or for the iron bucket that was upside down on the kerosene lamp to be removed, the cradle immediately asked. At the same time, Edelweiss, who had just made the same effort to pull him in, also started to

Check it out.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "It's okay, I just went to buy some things."

As Wei Ran spoke, he also put down the baggage he was carrying and gently stopped Edelweiss.

At the same time, Ed also completely opened the iron bucket that was upside down on the kerosene lamp, and the garage was illuminated as bright as day.

"What did you go to buy?" Edelweiss subconsciously looked at the bulging furoshiki.

"Some miscellaneous stuff"

Wei Ran glanced at the three extremely nervous colleagues in front of him and said with a smile, "I'm really fine. Let the children rest. By the way, I hope I didn't miss the birthday party."
To be continued...