Before her hands could rest on her knees again, one of the black men put the cello box he had been carrying on the table and opened it slightly, revealing the contents inside.

After looking at the contents of the box, Wei Ran raised his eyebrows. This

In the cello box that almost occupies most of the coffee table, there is a French FR-F2 sniper rifle with obvious traces of heavy use.

The body of this sniper rifle is wrapped with dusty cloth strips, and there are "thirty"-shaped notches clearly carved with a knife on the right side of the wooden stock.

In addition, this piano case also contains an upside-down photo frame, an extremely rare and expensive P88 pistol with an open ring fixed on the trigger guard, and a weird-looking

bayonet.

The reason why this bayonet looks weird is because Wei Ran recognized it at a glance. It was an m49/56 bayonet adapted to the French Famas rifle.

But unlike Wei Ran's memory, the muzzle hanging ring at the end of this bayonet is gone, the fixed latch in the center of the handle is gone, and even the handle patch has been replaced with a more beautiful antler patch.

However, compared to this magically modified bayonet, what Wei Ran is more concerned about is the delicately carved triangular logo on the wooden handle of the P88 pistol facing him.

"The Second Foreign Parachute Regiment? Or the elite?"

Wei Ran couldn't help but remarked that in the intelligence collection course, he was forced by Teacher Anna to memorize by rote and even draw the logos of various military organizations by hand. Now, although he has long been removed from the name by the Hongqi Forestry Farm,

Fired, but still instantly recognizable, this triangular logo represents the 2nd Parachute Regiment of the French Foreign Legion.

The white boss sitting opposite Bei didn't want to say anything, but Wei Ran simply asked, "Can I pick it up and take a look?"

After the white young man translated this sentence, the old lady just nodded silently, then picked up the coffee cup and took another sip of it reservedly.

Seeing this, Wei Ran stood up and walked to the desk not far away. He opened the drawer and took out a pair of white silk gloves and put them on. Then he walked back, closed the cello case, and carried it to a more spacious long room.

Reopen on the table.

But from the beginning to the end, the old lady was sitting on the sofa, not even taking a second look. Correspondingly, the old black man who was responsible for carrying the piano case walked over step by step, holding hands behind his back.

Li stared at the piano case on the table without saying a word.

After a moment of hesitation, Wei Ran took off his suit jacket and tie before picking up the contents of the piano case. Then he picked up the pistol, pulled out the magazine and gently pulled the slide until

After making sure there was no bullet in the chamber, he turned it over.

On the handle patch on the other side of the pistol, engraved is a cartoon version of the detonator often seen in animations such as "Tom and Jerry".

The detonating wire extending from the detonator winds around a particularly beautiful Arabic numeral "4" and finally points to the safety position of the pistol.

4? The 4th Company of the 2nd Parachute Infantry Regiment?

Wei Ran muttered secretly, reloaded the magazine of the pistol and put it back into the dent in the cello case, and then picked up the sniper rifle.

Counting the notches on the butt of this sniper rifle, there were only 26 in total, but Wei Ran knew that these 26 notches had a high probability of representing 26 lives taken away by this gun.

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"Can I take apart this sniper rifle and take a look?" Wei Ran turned to the translator who was sitting with the old lady and asked.

After the translator changed the original words into English and said it, the old white lady finally turned her head and glanced at Wei Ran, then stood up and walked over, sitting on the chair next to the long table uneasily, and then nodded towards Wei Ran.

nodded.

Seeing this, Wei Ran first removed the magazine, and then pulled the bolt. After confirming that there was no bullet in the chamber, he moved his eyes to the chamber and muzzle of the gun to observe carefully.

Although the appearance of this gun is a bit dated, through some details, Wei Ran can tell that this gun has actually been well maintained.

He picked up the magazine without bullets again and shook it. The rustling sound also caught his attention.

He reached out and pulled out two napkins and spread them on the table. Wei Ran gently pressed the magazine's support plate.

Turned it over and tapped it on the napkin.

Suddenly, the fine sand flowed out from it and piled up into a miniature grave on the napkin.

Shaking the magazine in his hand again, Wei Ran reloaded it on the sniper rifle, then walked to the door with the gun in his hand, removed the scope protective cover, opened the door and aimed at the building across Lake Kaban.

Just as he had guessed before, although the appearance of this gun was a bit dated, it was indeed well maintained, especially the crucial sight, which was not damaged at all.

After fastening the protective cover of the scope and putting it back into the cello case, Wei Ran took out a magnifying glass from the drawer of his desk and placed it on the napkin.

After some observation, he almost said to himself, "This seems to be the dregs of low-quality concrete, and it is also mixed with tobacco and... um... it seems to be a broken cockroach corpse. So this is urban combat? "

While he was muttering, the young translator who followed the old lady over also relayed Wei Ran's mutterings into the old lady's ear. However, there was nothing special about the old lady's face.

expression.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Putting the magnifying glass at hand, Wei Ran carefully wrapped the dust on the napkin and put it aside, and then picked up the only upside-down photo frame left in the cello box.

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The photo in this photo frame is not too big, but there is an extra postcard taped on the photo frame to block the photo inside.

This colorful postcard shows a beautiful coastline, with several beauties in bikinis on the silvery beach.

Gently opening the postcard, there was a string of particularly horrifying red words written in French on the back, "They will all die, and I will bury them in the same cemetery."

Moving his eyes to the photo frame, on the color photo under the glass, there are four young men wearing camouflage uniforms and green berets, holding wine bottles or ice cream in their hands.

In the background of this photo, you can vaguely recognize the long coastline and beauties in bikinis of various colors.

Turning back to the front of the postcard, the background in this photo seems to be the coastline captured on the postcard.

"The second young man from the left in the photo is my son Assol."

The old lady sitting across from the long table pinched the corners of her eyes and said, "Young man, I need you to help me find him. He has been missing for more than 20 years." Waiting patiently for the young man to translate it into Russian, Wei

Ran then raised his head in surprise, "Missing?"

"Yeah, missing."

The old lady who called herself Mago sighed, "My son Athol joined the French Foreign Legion in 1990. He participated in many battles, fought in the Gulf War, and even experienced the Rwanda tragedy and survived intact.

Come back to me."

After patiently listening to the translation, Wei Ran asked tentatively, "So..."

"Shortly after the Rwandan tragedy"

Mrs. Margo pointed to the group photo in the frame, "I remember it very clearly. It was September 11, 1994. The other three young men in the photo came to Madagascar and knocked on my door."

"Are you Malagasy?"

After Wei Ran finished the translation, he suddenly switched to French and asked. Putting aside the French threat on the back of the postcard, Madagascar has been a French colony for a long time, and there is no reason why Mrs. Marge can't speak French.

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"Do you speak French?"

There was finally an expression on Mrs. Mag's face, but soon she waved to the translator and the two black people standing next to her, and said in English, "You go to the yard and wait under the oak tree first."

Me."

I hope you don't step in shit...

Wei Ran secretly blessed him, watched the three servants leave the room, and then continued to say in French, "Mrs. Margot, please continue speaking."

"good"

Mrs. Margue sighed, and continued to recall in her obviously more proficient French, "Not long after the three young men came to my house, Athol left with them. At that time, he told me that they

Prepare to return to Corsica to receive their French identity and the rewards from the last mission."

"He became a French citizen?" "Yes"

Mrs. Margot nodded, "That has always been his dream. When my Athol was born, the French remnants were not happy in the independent Madagascar. So he always dreamed of leaving Madagascar and becoming a Frenchman.

He returned to France as a soldier. At that time, joining the Foreign Legion was his only option."

"Then what?" Wei Ran asked after a brief silence. "Then they never came back again."

Mrs. Margue sighed, "I later went to Corsica to inquire. My Athol and his three friends did not go back to report. In fact, after finishing the operation in Rwanda, several of them chose

Retired and obtained French citizenship."

"Where are his comrades?" Wei Ran asked, "Don't they know where your son has gone?"

"have no idea"

Mrs. Margot sighed and shook her head, "The Foreign Legion helped me ask all his friends, but no one knows where he and his three friends went."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Mag pointed to the cello case on the table, "But, on Christmas the second year after my Athol disappeared, I received the contents of the cello box. I am very sure that those weapons are

My son’s things. Especially the ring attached to the pistol, which was his and his wife’s wedding ring.”

"Where is his wife?" Wei Ran asked subconsciously. "She's dead."

Mrs. Mager sighed, "On the day after Athol's wife was shot, these things appeared in my garage. According to the police, the gun that killed the poor girl was shot from this gun.

The bullet that went out.

But those idiots foolishly thought that it was my Athol who killed his wife and put him on a wanted list."

"It seems that the police's wanted search failed to find your son." "If they can help me find my son, I would like to thank them."

Mrs. Mag touched the photo frame that Wei Ran had just put down and said, "Young man, help me find my son. Find the cemetery mentioned on the postcard, or find the other three young men in the photo."

Before Wei Ran could speak, Mrs. Margue said, "I can spare 50,000 euros for this."

"This price may not be enough," Wei Ran said bluntly. "I can only afford so much cash."
To be continued...