Near noon, Kurt Holler and his team, as well as Zhong Zhen and Zha Xifeng's father and son, didn't even eat lunch and hurriedly left Wei Ran's small foreign-style building with a lot of harvest.

In the waiting hall of the high-speed rail station, the fat Yashar asked in confusion while waiting for the train, "Is the paper on protracted war that Mr. Victor gave us really useful? Didn't Mr. Jiang talk to us a few days ago?

Discussed..."

"He sent more than just talks about protracted war."

Aladdin, who had already realized something was wrong, took out the paper documents from the portfolio and handed them to Kurt, "In other words, this is just an excuse. Let's take a look, from the back to the front."

Hearing this, Kurt took the stack of A4 papers bound together and flipped through them curiously.

Printed on the front of this stack of A4 paper is indeed "On Protracted War" translated by Wei Ran himself.

For himself, performing this unnecessary translation himself was more of a substitute for Clara Edelweiss's gift to "the children".

But if you turn it over and look from the back to the front, the other side of this stack of A4 paper is printed like a wanted poster, with detailed information about a Jew on each page.

This information is as detailed as the specific address, phone number, photos, frequent routes, and even the list of assets and family members. In particular, it also lists the details and network of their buyers and sellers.

These were all dug out through Mehir at the beginning, and some of them were found by Wei Ran who was followed when he was transiting in Vladivostok not long ago, and was found through the network of the rich man who was arranged by Anfiya to make sanitary ware.

Although Ms. Page helped solve some of the problems at the beginning to transfer risks and attention to him, after Hela followed the clues for such a long time, she still found many warts that slipped through the net.

The most important thing is that the people on this list are basically in Europe!

After just one glance, Holler hurriedly closed the stack of lists before Yashar looked over curiously, and hurriedly stuffed them into the portfolio.

In just a flash of thought, he understood Wei Ran's intention.

Obviously, with this list, when they and the young people they trained are murdered again in the future, they will at least have a clear target for revenge!

Almost subconsciously, he touched the USB flash drive in his pocket. Holler had a strong hunch that the USB flash drive might contain more detailed information about these targets!

Is this really what a historian can provide?

Among the people waiting for the high-speed train to depart, except for Yashar, who was confused, the others couldn't help but ponder the same question, and subconsciously selected the young man named Zhong Zhen as the person to provide the information.

"It seems that the historian has a completely different understanding of protracted war than Mr. Jiang," Kurt Holler couldn't help but sigh.

"This is a guarantee for our safety," said Hanward, who also discovered the anomaly.

"But we are Doctors Without Borders, not..."

Before Aladdin finished speaking, the hot-tempered Mr. Holler spoke in German that Yashar could not understand, "Don't forget, you are indeed Doctors Without Borders, but I am not special! Those who are outside the law

The retired children are not MSF either!”

"Don't be impulsive," Hanward warned. "Don't you still understand?"

"Can't you understand what?" Holler asked with a snort.

"Can't you understand why that young man printed these on the back?"

Hanwad said calmly, "This list is the guarantee for our protracted fight. He is hinting to us that Gaza may not be big enough, but Europe is big enough."

"What on earth do you want to say?" Holler asked dissatisfied.

"Mr. Historian has provided us with a new direction of fighting, although it may not necessarily suit us."

Hanward said as he retied the string of the file bag, "I'm not stopping you, but what happens after all these targets are killed? Should we ask historians for a new list? What should we think about?

Just get a new list yourself."

"What on earth are you talking about?" Yashar asked dissatisfied.

"Some things that will bring you danger," Hanward said with a smile, "Yashar, we cannot let you participate in these topics."

"All right"

The big fat Yashar wisely stopped asking any more questions, but looked curiously at the put away portfolios.

Just when this group of people isolated Yashar from the chat channel, they were each thinking about how to digest the gift Wei Ran gave them.

Father and son Zhong Zhen and Zha Xifeng, who had also left, were also chatting about the cooperation they had just negotiated in the basement of Wei Ran's house.

"Mr. Zhong, what do you think?" Zha Xifeng asked politely in Chinese.

"I don't have any ideas. I am not at a loss for this. In the future, I will even consider sending some of my people to join MSF to gain experience."

Zhong Zhen joked half-seriously in a nonchalant tone, "In the future, if I have an enhanced company of Doctors Without Borders stationed around me for a long time, I will sacrifice the MSF I raised to heaven to anyone who dares to trouble me.

By then, as long as one or two are injured, the saliva will drown those idiots."

"Is this what Doctors Without Borders uses?" Zhan Zhan, who was in charge of driving, muttered in shock.

"Studying medicine can't save anyone, not even yourself. If you want to save others, you still have to rely on the barrel of a gun."

Zhong Zhen looked around for his response, and then brought the topic to Zha Xifeng and his son, "What about you? I guess it's not a loss, right?"

"Just a few more mouths to eat."

Zha Xifeng said with a smile, "But I have made a lot of friends. Through them, my demining company can get more orders. I am even willing to send people to follow them. This is much safer than acting alone."

Hearing this, Zhong Zhen, who had been talking nonsense just now, just smiled and said, "Zhammer, stop the car, I'll get off the car right here."

Zha Xifeng, who originally wanted to ask something else, wisely closed her mouth, and Zha Xifeng also slowly pulled over and stopped the car.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Waving away and watching the car of their father and son disappear from the end of the line of sight, Zhong Zhen walked to the other side of the road, opened the door of a car and got in.

Go in.

"What happened?"

Before the car door closed, Xia Shushi, who was sitting in the driver's seat, asked.

"As the beasts guessed, Wei Daxian'er was kidnapped and murdered again and again."

Zhong Zhen said with joy, "I guess he got angry this time and is preparing to take revenge."

"How to say?"

"On November, the fat man on the rabbit riding with the Long March cultural relics you found and his friends from Doctors Without Borders were invited.

Wei Ran asked me to provide people here, and he will provide his own funds for long-term funding." Zhong Zhen said like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube.

"That's it?" Xia Shushi asked nonchalantly.

"more than"

Zhong Zhen thought for a while and said truthfully, "Zhan'er and I each gave 50 training quotas. Accordingly, after those trained people go back, each person must get at least two quotas to complete the performance.

It requires a video recording, just like a special bounty hunter."

"What else?" Xia Shushi became interested.

"Every year he still needs 21 disabled war orphans. Lao Cha, I and the Doctors Without Borders work together to give them to him.

In addition, we also need war orphans who are beautiful and have no disabilities. This time we have selected 21 young girls, and it is up to the three of us to collect them.

These will all come with the first batch of trainees and be secretly sent to his twin secretaries. I estimate that most of them are to replenish the blood of his damned sea."

"Is there any more?" Xia Shushi handed over a lady's cigarette and continued to ask.

"I have someone here set up a trading company to help him purchase materials from the country and export them to Mr. Holler. This doesn't cost a lot of money."

After Zhong Zhen shook off what he knew, he took the cigarette and lit it and asked curiously, "Speaking of this, are the beasts who have recently exposed the news on the Internet also participated? I think many of them were caught by me.

The ghost..."

“Don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask.”

Xia Shushi paused, then added with the same joy, "I don't know the specifics, but the lunatics we raised can be considered special meritorious deeds this time."

"I've seen it too, it's such a mess over there."

Zhong Zhen said and took a puff of his cigarette, "Who would have thought that treating mental illness can not only make money but also make extra money? There is something wrong with the brain of anyone who can come up with this idea."

"Who says it's not"

Xia Shushi lowered the backrest of the seat and said, "But the water has become more and more muddy due to him. I guess big steps will be taken to fix it later."

"What should I say?" Zhong Zhen immediately became energetic.

"You've done so much, invested so much money, just to buy and sell people? Not really, you won't even be able to get back the money."

Xia Shushi said firmly, "Just watch, maybe one day our great scholars will have to do a whole lot of work, and by then the people who are being punished may not even know who got slapped.

To tell you the truth, the mentally ill people who are being raised by the beasts and his aunt can't even guarantee the special eight hours of sleep every day. They are conscientious in making up conspiracies on the Internet.

Let’s not even talk about the rumors on conspiracy websites in the English-speaking world that the United States and Germany are preparing to carve up Europe.

Just look at the little devil, those secret revealing websites created by Hella that are even harder to catch than pornographic websites.

Now even the outrageous rumors that Special Code Yamamoto 56 and Tojo Takaji are not dead are actually spread. The latest version I saw this morning through the wall, the Japanese have already accumulated nuclear weapons and are preparing to push the stick.

Qinzhuo’s aunt is also a cruel person. I heard Qinzhuo say that these days, his aunt has not only stopped taking medication for mentally ill people but also smokes and drinks enough. She is also thinking about unique products to enhance her creative inspiration."

After Xia Shushi said this long series of revelations about "Gulu", Zhong Zhen couldn't help but swallow his saliva. For a moment, he actually had the illusion that he was still too simple and too kind.

Obviously, with so much junk information being thrown at them, the cost of just refuting the rumors would be overwhelming.

And if you refute a rumor, how can it be that everyone immediately believes it after you refute it? It just makes the rumor more confusing.

"I'm still a little confused, what's the use of this?" Zhong Zhen couldn't help but ask.
To be continued...