Unexpectedly and unexpectedly, there are only the three enemies on the second floor, but their weapons and equipment are particularly special.

The silent Makarov pistol produced by the Soviet Union is only one standard equipment. In addition, they also have a silenced MP5 submachine gun with a telescopic stock. Of course, it can also be called "MP5SD3".

No matter what the specific model of this weapon is, it is almost certain that the Falangists will never be able to use it, and there is no need to use these special weapons.

In addition to special weapons, these three people also own a walkie-talkie, an SSG69 sniper rifle mounted on the table in his room, and of course, a telescope for each person.

"These are weapons that only the elite can use."

The hot air balloon picked up the "green gun" and looked at it, "As we all know, the Falange does not have elites."

"It is unlikely that these people are Falangists"

While Wei Ran was talking, he picked up a silenced MP5, pulled out the telescopic stock and tried it. At the same time, he kept asking, "Do you know Hebrew? Maybe you can try and see if you can ask anything."

"What do you mean..." The hot air balloon took the silent submachine gun and silent pistol from Wei Ran and at the same time, he already realized what the latter wanted to express.

"Will it?" Wei Ran asked again while picking up the second set of micro-sound weapons.

"Simple communication is no problem, and I guess they must know Arabic." As the hot air balloon spoke, he poked the wound on the only survivor with the weapon in his hand, and asked as the other party tried to endure the groan.

He said, "But don't you need to bandage him first?"

"If he's still alive after giving in all the information he knows, I will bandage him up."

Wei Ran said, already carrying the weapon and heading towards the outer staircase, "I'm going to check on the landlady and see if their children are still alive."

"Don't let the sewing machine bring the children in," the hot air balloon warned.

Hearing this, Wei Ran paused, no matter whether the other party saw it or not, he nodded silently, stepped over the body and walked out.

Returning to the first floor, Wei Ran first went to see the landlady. At this time, she had taken off the belt that bound her neck, changed her clothes, and sat on the sofa in the living room on the first floor with a blanket.

However, when he received no response after saying hello several times, he immediately realized something was wrong and quickly took out his flashlight and pointed it at the gentle woman.

After a while, the flashlight beam finally stopped on her chest, where a sharp and slender kitchen knife was inserted, almost piercing her body.

Her hands were holding the handle of the knife tightly. On the table in front of her, there was a Polaroid photo torn in half, which was a photo of her, her husband, and their two children.

With a silent sigh, Wei Ran silently took a step back, expressionlessly took out the Nikon SP camera and pointed it at the woman on the sofa, waiting patiently for a new round of flares to take off to illuminate her.

In an instant, I pressed the shutter with difficulty.

After hesitating for a moment, he found a newspaper, carefully wrapped the torn photo and stuffed it into her jacket pocket, and then slowly pulled out the knife she was holding tightly to her heart that was supposed to be used to make food for her family.

kitchen knife.

Gently picking up the humiliated woman, Wei Ran walked out of the room and walked to the car that once symbolized the family's affluent living conditions. He opened the door with difficulty and put her in the back seat.

He carefully arranged her clothes and the headscarf on her head, and helped her fasten her seat belt. Wei Ran then carried the body of the landlord, Mr. Salah, not far away, into the rear car.

I arranged his clothes and helped him fasten his seat belt.

After gently closing the car door and putting down the ragged blanket covering the car, Wei Ran let out a long sigh, turned around and walked towards the second floor.

"Why are you back so soon?" the hot air balloon who was interrogating the prisoners asked in French.

"The landlady..." Wei Ran was silent for a moment, "she just committed suicide."

Hearing this, the hot air balloon was stunned for a moment, then pressed his fingers into the wound on the prisoner's body again, and said in an irritable tone, "This is the last time I ask you, should I send you to hell or to the other side?"

Which hospital you choose, you decide for yourself."

What surprised Wei Ran was that despite the pain, he was grinning and wanting to roll over. The prisoner, who had already had his teeth knocked out, was so tough that he had no intention of speaking at all.

"Let me do it"

Wei Ran didn't want to waste any more time and signaled the hot air balloon to release the wounded man's wound.

"I want to know which army you are from and what your combat mission is."

Wei Ran finished speaking in Hebrew under the surprised gaze of the hot air balloon, and then got up and walked to his room. When he walked out, he already had a pair of German-style wire cutters in his hand.

"You have 21 chances, and I'll start with your least important little toe."

Before Wei Ran finished speaking, he had already cut the laces of the man's boots with wire cutters, "I will cut off your dick at the last moment. But don't worry, you will survive. You will definitely survive.

I also need you to stand in front of the reporters’ cameras and confess everything you have done.”

After saying that, he motioned to the hot air balloon to help pull off the prisoner's boots and socks, and the prisoner who had just looked tough just now also had a look of panic on his face.

"I'm in a hurry, so I won't be very gentle. If you want to say something, remember to shake your head crazily."

After saying that, Wei Ran casually pulled out a rag and stuffed it into the prisoner's mouth. Then he stepped on the prisoner's ankle, clamped one of his little toes with wire cutters and said, "Go and see the children."

Well, I hid the landlady and his wife in the back seat of the car."

"good"

Almost at the same time that the hot air balloon took off, Wei Ran also used his hands to cut off one of his little toes easily.

Suddenly, the prisoner's body twitched, and then he began to shake his head wildly.

Unfortunately, Wei Ran seemed not to notice, and slowly cut off two more toes. Then he pulled off the rag and reminded, "You only have one chance to speak. Just finish it. If

If you have any reservations, just continue to resist, I will be happy to help you trim the extra branches on your body."

"269, I'm from Unit 269!"

The prisoner said vaguely, "My rank is sergeant, my name is..."

"Say something useful." Wei Ran put the wire cutters on his feet intentionally or unintentionally.

Shaking uncontrollably, the prisoner immediately said, "We are only responsible for keeping an eye on the Aka Hospital and are ready to answer questions raised on the intercom in code words at any time."

"What questions have you asked?" Wei Ran asked slowly, but at the same time he snorted disdainfully in his heart.

Sure enough, according to Mr. Culp's description, Troop 269, who was more boastful than the Hambang Man, was just as he said at the beginning, just a pet dog hiding behind its strong owner and barking.

"We just arrived here half an hour ago," the prisoner replied tremblingly despite the pain. "The only question is whether we have reached the observation position."

"When was this place selected?" Wei Ran asked, shaking the wire cutters.

"temporarily selected"

The prisoner curled up his feet nervously and replied, "We just need to be able to keep an eye on this hospital."

"What is the code word?" Wei Ran continued to ask.

"My secret code has expired"

Seeing that Wei Ran was about to take action again, the prisoner said quickly, "The code words each person masters are only responsible for two hours. Mine has expired. The other two can..."

"Isn't that useless?"
Chapter completed!