Jonathan said, "Their cockpit was hit, he was calling for help, their plane...is likely to have crashed."

"I'll go to their crew to see it."

Wei Ran said, jumping into a jeep, rubbed his cold face and hands hard, and started the car hard and drove to the other side of the airport.

"Hi! Victor! No, arsonist, why are you here?"

Along the way, the left-behind gunners Martin, Robert and Jerry greeted him enthusiastically, "We thought you participated in the bombing last night."

“I did participate”

Wei Ran smiled with difficulty, "But the White Whale set out earlier, haven't they come back yet?"

"Not yet, I guess it should be soon." Jerry said.

"Today is...Dean participated in the mission?" Wei Ran continued to ask.

“Yes”

Robert responded, "Victor, is there any good news for you to come here?"

"Nothing, I just see if everyone is back." Wei Ran made an excuse, "By the way, ask if you have any film to rinse."

"We did take a lot of photos, please wait."

Martin said, and he had already run into the tent quickly. Soon after, he brought one film after another and handed it to Wei Ran, "We took pictures of it, and on the surface, and some were taken in the sky. I was going to send it to you. Speaking of this, where has Brad gone?"

"Where can he go?"

Wei Ran pretended to be helpless and shook his head, "I'm going to hurry back and wash the film. I'll come back to see it later..."

Halfway through his words, Wei Ran also breathed a sigh of relief and let the gradually rising white light swallow him completely.

"Thanks..."

Wei Ran said gratefully, this time the metal notebook finally felt sorry for him and did not let him take on the job of reporting the funeral.

"What did you just say?"

Before the white light could fade, he heard Brad's voice.

"No... nothing." Wei Ran rubbed his eyes hard while speaking.

When his vision recovered, he realized that he was sitting in the cab of an American jeep. In the passenger seat, there was a newspaper that was styled by the Tokyo Daily on October 14, 1945.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! This day in the newspaper is a Sunday. Although I don’t know if it is this moment, at least today is a sunny and good weather.

Outside the car, Brad stood against the sun. He still had the iconic suitcase at his feet, and at this time, he was holding a Kodak Gold Award camera in his hand.

"I really didn't expect you to recruit nuclear work as a military reporter."

Brad said, throwing the box at his feet into the car, "Where are we going next?"

"I know Japanese, it's normal to come here to work." Wei Ran said naturally, "Where do you want to go?"

"Tokyo, of course it's Tokyo!" said Brad. "Although they can't come, at least I'm not?"

"Do you know where we are now?" Wei Ran continued to ask.

"What's wrong with Yokosuka Base stationed by the Seventh Fleet?"

Brad asked inexplicably, "Victor, no no, no, arsonist, although we haven't met for almost six months, can't you say anything directly?"

"It turned out to be Yokosuka..."

Wei Ran muttered secretly, then waved his hand and said, "I mean, this place is dozens of kilometers away from Tokyo. Are you sure you don't need to take a break and eat before rushing over?"

"Of course not"

Brad said, "Victor, I don't have much time. To be precise, I only have one day today, and then I'm leaving."

"Where are you going?" Wei Ran asked while stepping on the accelerator and slightly increasing the speed. "I should say, Philadelphia Barbecue, where are you going next?"

"The United States, of course, is the United States."

Brad said, "One of the reasons I came here this time is to follow the agreement to meet you, and then I will take the transport plane back."

"Go to meet your girlfriend?"

"We are already preparing to hold a wedding in the UK. This time, I came here not only to go to Tokyo, but also to invite you to attend my wedding with Martina." Brad said unapologetically.

"When?" Wei Ran asked casually.

"New Year's Day" Brad smiled, "If you have time, take your mixed-race girlfriend to our wedding."

"If there is a chance, we will participate." Wei Ran agreed casually, and he didn't believe that the living ancestors still had the ability to copy him a spike.

"Are we heading to Tokyo now?" Brad asked.

“The general direction will not be wrong”

Wei Ran pointed to the sun behind him, "I didn't expect you to survive."

“Thanks to your barbecue set”

Brad shivered with lingering fear, and also handed Wei Ran a cigar, "I heard from Grant that you were transferred away the day I was injured?"

"yes"

While Wei Ran lit the cigar, he became more and more skillful in cooperating with the metal notebook to lie he was telling him, "I have never seen everyone again since then. Are they alive?"

"No one survived Dumbo"

Brad sighed, "I mean, no one survived that day, the plane was found, but they were all dead."

"Where is Martin and the others?" Wei Ran asked.

"Martin and Robert, and Jerry, retired after surrendering, and now they are working together to run a hotel and restaurant in California."

Brad said that the place was smiling, and the name was "Duji Hotel and Duji Restaurant."

"At least survived." Wei Ran breathed a little relieved, "Where is the White Whale?"

"The crew of the White Whale survived, and they were all retired."

Brad said comfortably, "Tom and Paul continue to be captains at United Airlines. Of course, the planes they are flying now are like canned meat, and I guess they don't need bombers."

"What about the others?" Wei Ran continued to ask with a smile.

“Bill worked at National Geographic, Jonathan worked as a high school physics teacher in their local area, Philip drove a car repair shop, and was in Philadelphia.”

Brad happily introduced, "Gunners Lewis, George and Val are all working in his repair shop."

"I guess his car repair shop must be called Moby Dick," Wei Ran said with a smile.

"You guessed it right"

Brad took a sip of the cigar, "Moby Dick's car repair shop, their business is pretty good, and they also run the Harley Motorcycle business."

"Grant, and Grant." Wei Ran urged, "How is he?"

"That idiot!"

Brad cursed helplessly, "You must have thought that idiot joined the New York Times, and he is now a stupid reporter."

"Reporter? New York Times reporter?"

"Not only that, I just sent him on a transport plane to China yesterday. You were outside and you haven't come back yet."

Brad said with more and more headaches, "He is going to work as a frontline reporter in China. That lifeless idiot actually said that it was influenced by me.

The special code let the French that had to eat must be tested. I don’t understand how I influenced him? Why didn’t he learn to learn that I would go home to run a pawnshop?”

"You mean, he went to China?"

Wei Ran asked in surprise. He never expected that there was still this layer of "fate"? Fate? Maybe it was fate, or maybe it was bad fate.

"It's probably here now, I mean, if the transport plane he was riding on wasn't knocked down."

Brad shook his head helplessly, "Now I'm starting to worry about whether the French must-eat that I'm going to take care of can bless him to come back alive."

"At worst, I can blow up the French must-eat that French that is occupied," Wei Ran said with a suppressed desire in his heart.

"That's what I told him," Brad said worriedly, "He'd better come back alive."

"I didn't expect him to go to China."

Wei Ran sighed, "Fortunately, everyone is still alive. Where are you? Brad, what are you doing now?"

"Operation of the pawn shop left by my father"

Brad said, "After I got married with Martina, she promised to run a pawn shop with me."

In a few words, Wei Ran had already driven out of this Yokosuka base that was in ruins and headed towards Tokyo that was even more ruins and was in ruins.

"Do you still remember the film we took with an aviation camera?"

Brad looked at the nuclear-hardened girls on the roadside with curiosity, who were hugged by American soldiers, while opening a new topic.

"Remember," Wei Ran nodded, "Do you need to park? The girls here are very clean, and they were organized by the official recruitment department."

"Forget it, I'm going to get married." Brad said with regret. "Let's talk about those films. A month ago, those aviation films were sent to my house."

“All are there?”
To be continued...