While the girls were busy preparing surprises for the visitors, in the business class of a flight bound for Mongolia, Mr. Mehir was also reviewing all the details with his eyes closed.

Before setting off, Edward finally made the historian willing to stay in Mongolia for one more day to wait for him in accordance with his request.

But what made him more vigilant was that Edward actually bought the earliest flight. This was not normal! That old guy would never take risks unless the rewards far outweighed the risks!

Based on his understanding of Edward over the years, he was almost certain that Edward was already interested in what the historian was holding - he was not even willing to reveal the location of the hotel where the historian was staying! Instead, he vaguely expressed that he would be waiting for him.

Go over and hold that historian in person!

Fortunately, before he set off, the first batch of kidnappers sent out not only accidentally learned the specific location from the "trip report information" sent by the historian to the girls.

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“Go to Paris and visit Médecins Sans Frontières headquarters and make big news!”

This was the original Chinese message that the Chinese young man sent to the girls. The kidnappers he sent did not even translate it, but took pictures and sent them to him through the telegram group.

Because of this, Mehir almost used "interruption of business cooperation" as a bargaining chip to let Edward delay his trip to Mongolia for a precious day.

Edward is still too greedy, he actually wants to pry into my secret!

Melchier snorted coldly in his heart, and began to think about how to frame the crime of killing the Chinese scholar on Edward.

Just pretend that Mr. Edward was bribed by American officials...

After careful consideration, Mexier made a decision. The only person to blame for this incident was that the Chinese scholar was too good at causing trouble.

When Edward and the Chinese historian are dead, those beautiful girls can be sold at a good price.

Mehir, who knew how to live well, couldn't help but start thinking about whether to use those beautiful girls to organize a themed auction.

Of course, he didn't know that while he was flying in the sky, Edward's driver had already reached a deal with the Hela girl who had kidnapped him.

Soon after, Edward and his son will each die in a revenge murder, and by then, his daughter will inherit the entire estate.

And he will become the legitimate husband of Edward's daughter.

This is undoubtedly the best result for this driver, maybe...

Fast forward to this afternoon, Weiran’s social account posted a photo located at the Capital Airport of China. This photo captured the flight information screen, on which a flight to Ulaanbaatar happened to be checking in.

information.

Even Xia Shushi, who helped log in to the account to post this update, also helped Wei Ran compose a murderous poem according to Wei Ran's request, but inexplicably matched it with a certain prostitute: "Drunk on the knees of a beautiful woman,

Wake up and hold the murderous sword. I don’t seek the city’s jade, but I seek the right to kill!”

By this time the next day, when Mexier saw the updates posted on Weiran's social platform account and temporarily found a translator to remotely explain the allusions to him, he was already in Hanbang territory.

A certain airport is waiting for the last connecting flight to take off.

Is this a decision to go against us?

Mehir, who was completely mistaken, snorted coldly, but did not take Weiran seriously at all, and greeted his subordinates around him to start the last leg of the voyage.

That evening, Mehir and others landed safely in Ulaanbaatar.

After waiting for a while, several of his men drove over in the off-road vehicles they had rented in advance, picked up Mehir and others and left the airport and the city directly.

Halfway through the journey, a Soviet-era van flashed its lights toward them at the rhythm agreed upon on the dark web.

Soon, one of the off-road vehicles parked beside the van, lowered the window and shook a wad of cash in his hand.

Seeing this, the people in the van reached out to take the wad of cash and inspected it carefully, then handed several travel bags over through the car window.

Before the window could be raised, the van turned off the road built with help from the Soviet era and drove straight into the depths of the vast grassland next door.

In the off-road vehicle, Mehir took a TT33 pistol from his subordinates, skillfully dismantled it into parts and inspected them. Then he assembled them as they were, and took off the magazine, one by one.

Checking the bullets.

At the same time, several other off-road vehicles came up, passing the pistols and AKM assault rifles taken out of the travel bags through the windows, as well as two disassembled SVD sniper rifles.

"Company Commander, shall we take action directly later?" In the off-road vehicle, a man who looked to be in his 30s looked back and asked while inspecting the weapons he had just received.

"Just do it"

Mehir said casually, "Catch that historian and kill the rest. I will go back at noon tomorrow. You can bring someone to stay. When Edward arrives, let him bear the wrath of China."

"Yes!" The man sitting in the passenger seat responded simply in Hebrew.

More than an hour later, several off-road vehicles drove to the edge of the pasture based on GPS navigation.

Taking advantage of the setting sun that had not completely sunk into the horizon, the four snipers in several vehicles almost subconsciously noticed the only highest point of the terrain in the distance.

They raised the binoculars and took a look. Under the reflection of the setting sun, they could clearly see what seemed to be a truck parked there.

"Let's take the commanding heights"

Before these four snipers finished speaking, they had already opened the door and got out of the car in no particular order, carrying their weapons and walking quickly over.

As the distance got closer, the four people also became more vigilant, but soon they noticed that the hood of the truck had been opened, some of its parts had been removed, and there were even more things scattered around.

Some oil stains and wrenches and stuff.

Going around to the back of the car, there were several bales of pasture that seemed to be used as seats scattered in the dirty cargo compartment filled with sheep dung, and a few yellowed sheepskins were spread on them.

Compared with the cargo cloak on the right facing the direction of the yurt, the tarpaulin on the left is in tatters and densely covered with several large and small holes.

After carefully checking the cab and the bottom of the car, the two sniper teams breathed a sigh of relief.

Soon, the news that the two four-person sniper teams were in position came from the radio headsets of the rest of the people, including Mehir.

"Surround the farm from three directions and drive the people on the farm toward the sniper team." Mehir held the microphone and gave the order.

Shortly after he released the launch button, the doors of all the off-road vehicles were pushed open, and the remaining 10 people also carried weapons and began to attack the buildings in the center of the ranch.

On the other hand, Mehir had already stretched his upper body out of the sunroof of the off-road vehicle, holding up a telescope to watch the excitement.

"Coming"

At the same time, in the fodder warehouse of this pasture, the girl Hela who was responsible for controlling the drone also sent out a reminder through the radio and reported the location of each enemy.

As the distance got closer, the men who quietly approached the yurt also heard a loud, unpleasant, incomprehensible but inexplicably pleasant Chinese song coming from a lit yurt.

Even, as the distance got closer, they not only smelled the strong smell of mutton, but also saw the door of the yurt where the unpleasant singing was coming from, and a bonfire burning in a tattered oil drum.

The man in the lead made a few gestures without looking back, and the rest of the group dispersed in a tacit agreement, preparing to clear out the yurts one by one.

Almost at the same time, the Hela girls hiding in every corner also heard the scratching sound coming from their earphones. This was a signal to fire! It was also a signal to activate the signal jammer!

But the first thing to move was the grass not far from the front of the truck at the commanding heights of the terrain a few hundred meters away.

As the turf was lifted, the two Hela girls quietly climbed to the bottom of the truck, then slowly stood up from the left side of the truck, and thrust the muzzles of their silent pistols into the large tents on the tarpaulin.

Big and small holes, decisively pull the trigger!

Amidst the faint gunfire, the two people sitting on the straw bales in the cargo compartment and aiming their guns in the direction of the yurt were the first to be shot in the back of the head!

Almost at the same time when the bullet shell hit the tarpaulin of the truck and made two muffled sounds, the other two observers subconsciously jumped to the side, turned around, and then accurately... caught the two girls with their chests.

Bullets fired from close range.

She put away the gun neatly, and one of the girls quickly climbed onto the cargo bed, put the SKS with the scope on her shoulder on the tail panel of the cargo bed, and aimed at Mei who was standing in the sunroof of the off-road vehicle.

Hill.

The other Hela girl held down the transmit button of the walkie-talkie and gently scratched the transmitter with her finger to send out a signal.

For a time, in the pasture, several shotgun barrels were poked out from the pile of wool, through the curtains of the yurt, or from under the troughs of the stables, aiming at the intruders who had not dispersed and then buttoned them.

The trigger was pulled!

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

In the roar that was almost loud, the five enemies were either shot in the lower back, or in the back of the heart or even in the back of the head, and simply lay together.

Before the survivors of the surprise attack had time to turn around and fight back, three SKSs opened fire almost simultaneously in the direction of the silage, killing three more dogs in one round. At this point, only the last two dogs were left alive in the pasture.

Already.

Being unprepared for being attacked from both sides, the two men subconsciously relied on their years of tacit understanding to aim their guns in the two directions where the bullets were coming!

It's a pity that before they could pull the trigger, two silent Makarov pistols poked out from the bottom of the tractor and the van less than five meters away. The bullets fired from each of them were also fierce.

It hit the chests of the last two people.

"Plop"

The last two enemies were weak and fell to the ground. Before they lost consciousness, in the yurt not far away with lights on and filled with the aroma of barbecue, a new song just ended with a pretty good prelude.

, and continued to let that ugly broken gong voice sing Chinese songs that they didn’t understand at all:

There is a person lying on Ping An Avenue~~
Chapter completed!