Wei Ran asked, he even heard Russian with a strong southern dialect accent from the other party's words just now.

"Yes, a Jew from the Soviet Union." The old man repeated again, "What about you? Are you from the Soviet Union?"

"I'm afraid this is the department you least want to deal with."

Wei Ran answered this question with a smile. He even deliberately imitated some of the temperament of Mr. Nicholas, a temperament that would make the soles of the feet of many Soviet traitors shiver.

Sure enough, the old guy sitting opposite shivered uncontrollably.

"Where are you going to start with the answer?"

Wei Ran asked slowly, "I have plenty of time and patience. If you don't want to say anything, I can take you back to my office in Lubyanka and have a good chat."

"What do you want to know?" the old man asked rather resignedly.

"Why don't we start with this gun first?"

Wei Ran shook the revolver hooked with his little finger, and at the same time, pretending to be arrogant, he lit the flashlight again and looked at everything in the room. At the same time, he also used the cloth in his hand to block the wall that only contained instant noodles.

Pie sized window.

There are not many things in this room, but everything is particularly interesting.

Mounted on the ladder next to the window is an early-model SVD sniper rifle wrapped in cloth strips.

In addition, there is a high-power telescope hung on the ladder, as well as a compact AKS74U submachine gun and an even smaller Uzi submachine gun.

"That gun was the weapon I used in World War II."

Just when Wei Ran picked up the Uzi submachine gun, the old guy sitting against the wall also started to answer his question, "I'm from Ukolan. The Red Army rescued me from the concentrated victory and I joined

I joined the Red Army, and that gun was the honor I got when I entered Berlin."

"Honor? So why are you here?" Wei Ran snorted and asked casually, as if he already knew the answer.

"My son fought in the Afkhan War"

The old man replied, "He was a fighter pilot, but he didn't want to participate in the war of aggression, so he was injured on purpose and retired. After that, our family found a way to leave the Soviet Union and returned to Japan."

"Don't want to participate in the war of aggression? Come back? You really know how to use words."

Wei Ran couldn't help but sneer, "Then what are you doing now? Are you coming here with a telescope to peek at a beautiful girl taking a bath?"

Seeing that the old man didn't speak, Wei Ran tapped the bed board with the revolver in his hand and "answered the question."

"Monitor the hospital more than 700 meters away," the old man replied reluctantly.

"What is your goal?" Wei Ran asked again.

"have no idea"

The old man shook his head and said, "The person who knew the target was just killed by you."

"Do you think I will believe it?" As Wei Ran spoke, he had already pressed the hammer of the revolver.

"Even if you take me back to Lubyanka, I don't know."

The old man replied desperately, "It's too late for our family to return to the countryside. They don't really trust us. Instead, they think I am a spy sent by the Soviet Union. The only way I can prove it is to join the war."

I am sixty-six years old, but I can only be a sniper, obeying the orders of a man who is not even older than my son, and I will shoot whoever he tells me to shoot."

"Where is your son?" Wei Ran asked casually.

"In the hospital."

The old man closed his eyes, "In the battle a few months ago, he lost a leg, and he is still in the hospital. Are you here to capture my son?"

"What else do you know?"

Wei Ran asked unwillingly. He wanted to find a Yutai person to ask, but he didn't expect to find such an awkward Yutai person. As for the other party's question, he had no obligation to answer it.

"What do you mean?" the old man asked nervously.

"The target of the chair cannot be such a shabby hospital, right?" Wei Ran induced the other party in a matter-of-fact tone.

"I have no idea"

The old man was obviously relieved when he saw that Wei Ran didn't ask about his son, "I'm just a soldier, I..."

"Next question"

Wei Ran didn't want to listen to the other party complaining about the bad path he chose, "How long have you been lurking here?"

"This is the third day"

The old man lying on the ground replied, "We lurked here the night before the international troops began to withdraw."

"Who are those people downstairs?"

"I don't know. There is another group on the second floor that replaced us. The ones on the first floor seem to be only responsible for covering us. They are not even wartai people."

"Are you the only ones sent?" Wei Ran asked again.

"I am not sure"

"Which one of the unexploded bomb explosions this morning, the dust explosion at noon, and the poisoning incident in the evening was your fault?" Wei Ran asked the last question.

"We've always been here"

The old man replied, "We are only responsible for monitoring the hospital, we have never even fired a gun..."

"Snapped!"

Before the old guy could finish his words, Wei Ran pulled the trigger towards his head.

Bending down to pick up the shell casings, he searched again here, and then hid several Soviet-style grenades he found in various corners of the room.

Without further wasting time, he returned downstairs, searched the corpses on the second floor and pulled out the Mauser bayonet.

After carefully checking to make sure there was no one downstairs, he opened the car door again, and re-scratched the wounds made by the scalpel on the corpses, destroying the unique marks of the scalpel.

Wei Ran, who had gained nothing, took off the blood-stained Falangist uniform, doused the tattered blanket with fuel and threw it into the carriage. Then he put on the baggy and clean overalls, and used the discarded blanket to

The turban wrapped the picked up weapon.

Finally, the tattered blanket that was deliberately stuck outside the window was lit, and Wei Yan disappeared into the night in despair amid the growing flames.

Just like when he came, he walked in circles all the way back to the hospital, opened the door lock of the operating room, got in with a large bag of trophies and closed the door.

The things he seized this time were not small. There was a large roll of cash alone, six or seven gold rings, and seven or eight watches of various kinds. Especially from the old man's wrist, he also took off a Wrigley watch.

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He got this piece when he ordered clothes in Moscow. Earlier, Ji Ma also found one when he searched the abandoned military base on the east side of the Ural Mountains. The two of them often wore that watch, but they didn't expect it.

I actually saw it here again.

Obviously, this watch most likely came from the old man's son. After all, the Soviet Union had not yet disintegrated at this time, and it could even be said that the country was at its peak.

At this time, air force pilots who could afford such a watch could live a very prosperous life in the Soviet Union.

But even so, this so-called family that did not want to participate in a war of aggression actually persuaded a small country with no crotch width to participate in another war of aggression.

No, no, no, in their eyes this is not called run, this is called regression.

Outrageous? It is indeed outrageous, but it is by no means unprecedented.

Not to mention anything else, the big breeders in later generations who are trying their best to wash dishes in the United States despite being stabbed by Lao Mo, are they any different from that old guy and his family?

Weighing the watch, Wei Ran put it on his wrist without any mental barriers, and at the same time put the banknotes softly aside.

Naturally, he brought back not only these things, but also the Mauser bayonet, which was much easier to use than a scalpel and a choke wire, as well as the AKS74U, and even the Uzi submachine gun and supporting ammunition.

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This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! But compared to these, the weapon that really concerned him was the early SVD sniper rifle.

Although he was unable to tell Sewing Machine and others what happened next, he knew clearly that although the Falangists were the main force in that massacre, the chairmen who were in charge of sentry duty did not really kill anyone at all.

According to subsequent investigations, the chairmen who occupied several high-rise buildings not only notified the Phalangists in charge of the observed refugee movements via radio, but many snipers even held "target shooting competitions" in private.

He was somewhat confident about the Falange, but it would be too dangerous if he was stared at by a few snipers competing in the competition.

It is precisely based on such concerns that the unexpected appearance of SVD is really timely and important, like a help in times of need.

He couldn't figure out whether this was his luck or the arrangement of the Living Ancestor, but he was sure that the fact that he didn't get any useful information from those people who were hunted today was definitely because of his own hand, and the ass of that shabby book was definitely not clean.

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Too lazy to dwell on this matter, Wei Ran carefully wiped and maintained the SVD, then wrapped it in a blood-stained surgical sheet and placed it in a body bag.

Finally, he wiped the pack of forty or fifty rounds of 7N1 special ammunition one by one, then took out his pistol and replenished the ammunition consumed today.

"The harvest is okay, but I don't know if I can get 20 heads."

Wei Ran muttered one last time, and with the expectation of being able to understand Arabic, he walked to the garage with a body bag containing weapons, walked into the yard with familiarity, randomly selected an inconspicuous corner, and used

The engineers dug a hole and buried the body bag containing the thermal weapon, leaving only the handy Mauser bayonet and various belongings.

Finally, he took a shower to wash away the remaining smell of blood and put on a set of clean clothes that had been placed in the bathroom in advance. Wei Ran glanced at the time on the dial and carefully opened the small door leading to the warehouse.

Before he entered the warehouse, he noticed the dim candle hanging on the rearview mirror of the emergency vehicle, and also saw a meal on the dining table at the back of the vehicle.

Wei Ran sighed silently, not knowing how to face Edelweiss. After some struggle, Wei Ran stepped towards the front of the car, opened the passenger door and got in.
To be continued...