Brad murmured in distractedly as he looked at the firelight in the direction of the tail of the machine, but did not notice when Wei Ran had already run behind him and the camera he was lifted up.

This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! At the fastest speed, we took eight photos towards Tokyo, which is getting farther and hotter as we can. Wei Ran leaned over slightly, leaned over to Brad's ear, took off his communication headphones and said, "Look, we are all back alive. Those accidents before were not because of you. Brad, you may be the lucky charm of all of us."

Upon hearing this, Brad trembled, and when he looked up at Wei Ran, he was already full of tears, repeating over and over again like murmuring, "I'm not a home run, I'm not a home run."

"You are not, of course you are not."

Wei Ran patted the other person on the shoulder, "I'm going to start changing film, my friend, you'd better wipe your disgusting tears before I pressed the shutter towards you. This is a highlight moment worth recording. We successfully completed the low-altitude bombing of Tokyo with the Dumbo crew!"

"Victor, you're a bastard!"

Brad quickly wiped his tears. When he looked at Wei Ran, he found that the other party had handed him a pair of toad glasses, "Put it on. Although there is no bright sunshine tonight, it is at least much more handsome when you wear it."

"Thank you" Brad took the sunglasses that Wei Ran had just taken out of the gas mask bag and put them on, let Wei Ran raise them up and put them on new film. He connected the Kodak camera with the flash and pressed the shutter towards him and Tokyo, which was becoming brighter and brighter behind him.

"Okay, it's my turn! Hurry up and take a photo for me!" Wei Ran said, stuffing the camera with the flash bulb to Brad, and then pulled him up.

"Why are you so excited?" Brad said, and raised his camera to Wei Ran.

"Today is a good day!" Wei Ran shouted happily, allowing the other party to blind his eyes with a disposable flash bulb.

"You may be a natural bomb thrower!" Brad shouted while returning the camera to Wei Ran.

"Is it because I'm very accurate in dropping bombs?" Wei Ran asked while replacing a new light bulb for the camera.

“It’s indeed very accurate!”

Brad pointed to the window of the tail turret, "The line drawn by the incendiary bomb you dropped almost sealed that area! It was like playing bingo games! That was an important move! The people inside would not run out a lot, they could only wait for more incendiary bombs to fall down!"

"I'm very happy to hear you say that, really happy!" Wei Ran roared loudly.

"But many people will die!"

Brad followed, "You may have nightmares for the rest of your life!"

"I only regret not coming a few more times," Wei Ran shouted almost subconsciously.

"So I said you are a natural bomb thrower!"

Brad didn't know what he thought of, and his expression seemed to be dazed for a moment, then he shouted happily, "I almost forgot! Someone once said the same thing to me!"

"Are you a natural bomb thrower?"

Wei Ran asked loudly, but he didn't delay any delay, holding up the camera that removed the flash and pressed the shutter again at the flame that was only the size of a fist.

"You may have nightmares in the second half of your life!" Brad shouted, "I'm saying this."

"How did you answer?"

"I said I was just busy dropping bombs in my dreams!"

Brad seemed to be in a much better mood and answered loudly, while also wiping his eyes blocked by the toad mirror with his fingers.

"Next time you can try the bomber job!"

Wei Ran, who had finished filming another roll of film, finally gave up the position of the tail turret to Brad, "Let's see which of us casts more accurately!"

"How is it like the loser washing film?" Brad asked loudly.

"Do you have the only bet?"

"Because I can't wash film!" Brad accidentally told the truth.

"What did you say just now?" Wei Ran looked at Brad, who had already returned to the tail turret in surprise.

"I said I can't wash film! My success rate is too low! There will always be accidents of one kind or another!"

Brad said again, "So I can only take a picture and ask my friend or my brother Grant to help me wash!"

"You are such a genius photographer!" Wei Ran couldn't help but say, "Don't worry, I will wash it for you!"

"Thank you!" Brad said happily.

Wei Ran could see that he was really happy, but just because there was nothing unexpected happening on the plane and everyone survived.

After saying goodbye to Brad for a while, Wei Ran walked through the empty bomb bay, gently patted the aviation camera, and then climbed back to the cockpit.

"Victor, have you taken good photos?" asked Jack the radio telegrapher first.

"I need to wash it out before I know it," Wei Ran replied with a smile, "I will wash out the photos as soon as possible."

"We will also be ready for signatures," Arthur cheered loudly with anticipation, but his voice could not help but tremble.

"How many people will be burned to death in Tokyo tonight?" Navigator Bob asked suddenly.

"Maybe there will be thousands or more people," Baker replied.

“I thought I would be happy”

Bob said in an internal communication, "I should be happy, but I don't know why I feel guilty, just like when I was a kid I realized I was in trouble."

"This is a war"

Charles added, "We just have more efficient weapons. Bob, you should ask the soldiers who have been staying in Saipan. I heard that when the island was attacking, those nukes were eating people."

"I've heard of this, too."

"Those nucleic people are crazy people, and those who cannibalize people, I won't feel guilty even if they all die."

“I have also heard of what happened in Saipan.”

Baker also added to the topic, "When you talk about this, have you heard of the legend of Saipan?"

"What legend?" Arthur asked.

"Marshall who is desperate" Baker said, "have you heard of it?"

"Oh-! I've heard of it!"

Bob, who was still guilty just now, immediately said excitedly, "I heard from the ground staff in the club that a crazy engineer drove a bulldozer to crush hundreds of nuclear-capped soldiers, and buried hundreds of them alive? Is this legend?"

"Hundreds?"

Charles was stunned for a moment, "Why did I hear more than one hundred? But he buried six or seven hundred civilians alive, including children."

“I heard dozens of them”

Baker said, "But I heard he was transferred to Guam later and then cooked and eaten by a nuke soldier."

"This is so disgusting!"

In the internal communication channel, everyone heard Jack swallowing hard, "Will he be sent to the military court?"

"Friends"

In the communication channel, Brad hid in the tail turret, reminded, "It seems that there is a sea bee medical soldier from Guam on our plane, right?"

"How did I forget this!"

Charles exclaimed that he was born and patted Wei Ran on the shoulder hard, "Hey! Victor! Is the legend of that desperate Marshall true? He really crushed so many nuclear-recruiting soldiers with bulldozers, buried nuclear-recruiting civilians alive, and... he even ate people?"

"No"

Wei Ran came to his senses, took out a pack of cigarettes and took out one to light them, and said in the internal communication, "He only crushed a dozen people to death and buried a few alive. He had never eaten anyone, but just threw a prisoner who shot his friend into an oil barrel and cooked it."

"Why are you so clear?"

Baker asked curiously, "Have you ever seen that desperate Marshall?"

"This world is too small"

Wei Ran smiled, "Marshall and I are friends. When he was in Guam, he also drove a bulldozer to crush more than a dozen nuclear-recruiting soldiers who launched night attacks. Otherwise, I would have been dead. I was also next to him when he cooked the nuclear-recruiting soldiers with an oil barrel.

That soldier is the man-eating demon. He hid in a cave and lived by eating his teammates' stinking corpses. On the birthday of a Marshall's pastor friend, the man-eating man-eating null soldier, the Wendigo shot our pastor friend."

"Sorry, I apologize for my stupid guilt just now." Navigator Bob said gritting his teeth, "those Wendigos shouldn't live in this world."

"So what does Wendigo mean?" Brad of the tail turret asked curiously.

The explanation of "the man-eating demon in Indian legend" was not Wei Ran, but Bob.

"How do you know about this?" Wei Ran asked curiously.

"My girlfriend is an Indian girl"

Bob said, "She is very gentle and always tells us the legends of their tribe."

"But she is an Indian," Brad said subconsciously.

"She's just a country girl, and white people are rare animals in them."

Bob said with a smile, "I was with her entirely because of one accident after another."

"Friends, it will take us five more hours to go back."

Brad said in the internal communication, "So no one minded listening to the love story between Mr. Bob and his Indian girlfriend, right?"

“We’ve heard it at least 20 times”

Jack smiled and said, "But we don't mind listening to you two again, at least there should be no cannibalism in their story."

"I guess there must be," Mechanic Arthur said quietly, and then both in the cabin and in the internal communications were filled with wanton laughter.

As for the brief bombing just now...
Chapter completed!