In this short period of time, Fishing Ground No. 33 is the sharpest sickle."

"What about after him?"

While Wei Ran asked absentmindedly, he also stuffed the memory card into the rubber gloves he still wore on his hands, and then slowly began to reinstall the pistol grip patch.

"After him, Fishing Ground No. 33 became a tool for good guys, but he was also a short-lived ghost."

Brat sighed, "When Gorbachev came to power, Fishing Ground No. 33 really became a fishing ground in a literal sense. The salmon that once grew up eating the minced meat of traitors and spies were also

Serving those ridiculous leaders' dinner tables again and again.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! But those fat-headed leaders did not know the existence of the death knell at all. They never imagined that the staff of the fisheries were a killer weapon, and one could even be used

Come and judge the violent organization KGB! We have been forgotten in the true sense. We were forgotten before the collapse of the Soviet Union. We were forgotten together with all the spies and Soviet traitors involved in Fishing Ground No. 33."

"Why doesn't Gorbachev know about your existence?" Wei Ran asked with a frown.

"Because the fishing grounds at that time

The top person in charge does not approve of Gorbachev, that idiot."

Bratt paused and continued almost babbled, "According to Comrade Andropov's No. 1 order when he established Fishing Ground No. 33, Deathstroke will never be loyal to any individual. She is only loyal to the Soviet Union. She even

The right to choose to reject the leadership of the Supreme Communist Party through internal voting and go into hibernation.

But none of us expected that after those long and boring six years, the Soviet Union would cease to exist.

During that most difficult time, we even had to rely on selling salmon from the fisheries to maintain everyone's lives and the operation of the entire system.

That kind of life lasted for another four years. Some people chose to leave without saying goodbye, and some people with firm beliefs chose to stay, even though the new Russian Federation did not know our existence at all.

Then one day, the nutritionist said that a prisoner wanted to help contact his superior, for which he was willing to pay $100,000, and if he could be released, he was willing to pay an additional ransom of $100,000. "

When he said this, there was a trace of light on Brat's old face, "That was the first transaction, a total of 200,000 US dollars, which not only made up for everyone's back wages for several months, but also

I bought a lot of things for Fishing Ground No. 33, and everyone had a very happy Christmas that year."

"How many spies have you sold?" Wei Ran asked, hiding his body in the shadow of the room.

"Only three times in total"

Brat sighed, "That was the first time just now. The second time, the nutritionist and I not only bought a villa and a car in Sochi, but also each saved a sum of money. I even secretly sent my family to

Arrived in England.

It was the third time that killed them, but both the nutritionist and I failed. The only difference is that the nutritionist was not exposed, but I was."

"So they've been looking for you, and you've always known?"

"right"

Brat let out a long breath, "Before I killed the nutritionist, he kept in touch with those who survived. Thanks to his help and tips, I was able to survive. But later, the nutritionist became a sucker for me.

Blood-sucking parasites on my body."

"So you killed him?"

"right"

Brad nodded, with undisguised relief in his tone, "I don't have the courage to return to Fishing Ground No. 33, but I already regret it. I know very well that you will always find this place. The difference is just the length of time.

"

"let's start"

Wei Ran said abruptly, "Push the morphine into the syringe first, and then the poison."

"I…"

"I have no right or qualification to forgive you for them." Wei Ran paused, "I can't forgive you either. All I can do is promise not to do anything to your family."

"Can I use a gun?"

Bratt asked with pleading. His eyes were too dim to see clearly what was marked on the poison with the help of the light outside the window, but he knew that it would definitely be an extremely painful process.

Seeing that Wei Ran remained silent, Brat sighed, tremblingly picked up the unmarked plastic syringe, and slowly pushed the morphine inside into the blood vessel on his arm.

"Poison" Wei Ran reminded coldly.

With one last nostalgic glance in the direction of the second floor, Bratt slowly picked up the metal tube, pointed one end of it at the pinhole on his arm, closed his eyes and pressed the launch button at the end of the metal tube.

"despair"

After an undetectable soft sound, the poisonous needle instantly penetrated the already loose skin. Under the push of high pressure, a full 20 ml of strychnine was pushed into the blood vessel.

"Click"

The metal pipe fell on the soft carpet, and Brat, who was already over fifty years old, looked at Wei Ran standing at the top of the stairs pleadingly.

"Morphine will dilate blood vessels," Wei Ran said quietly in a calm voice, "and will make strychnine work faster."

"Don't hurt...my family," Bulat said, grabbing the armrest of the sofa. "Send my regards to the captain and everyone."

Wei Ran’s answer was not what he asked.

In response, he patiently watched the old man sitting on the sofa breathing more and more rapidly, his body began to twitch, then suffered catalepsy, and even gradually developed the typical symptoms of opisthotonus!

Ignoring the hot spot on his left hand, Wei Ran gently placed the whispering revolver on the table in front of the bell ringer who still had a heartbeat, and then carefully scanned his body and the room.

Checked it out.

After cleaning up all traces, Wei Ran squatted next to the taut human body, quietly watching with cold eyes as the strychnine caused severe pain to the other person.

Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes, a full twenty-four minutes later, the bell ringer Bratt finally made no movement at all. Only then did he put on his night vision goggles again and quietly walked up

On the second floor.

Gently pushing open the bedroom door where snoring was still coming from, apart from the toys scattered everywhere, he could also see a fat man who looked to be less than ten years old, lying on the bed wearing only underwear.

"I have four friends who spread the seeds together and are worthy of my unconditional trust. They lost their fathers forever when they were younger than you.

Originally, I should have killed you, your parents, and everyone with the same blood as you.

You should be lucky that those who have suffered misfortune still have conscience. You should be lucky that you are still a child."

Wei Ran murmured in a low voice that sounded both emotional and threatening. He slowly backed away and gently closed the door.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He carefully checked the room on the second floor. After confirming that there was no monitoring equipment inside and outside the house, he cleaned up the rooms he had visited.

He turned around and went downstairs, left along the back door, and returned to the car one kilometer away in the dark under the cover of the surrounding coconut trees.

While this was going on, the drugged car owner was still sound asleep. Seeing this, Wei Ran was not prepared to make things difficult for him, so he started the car and drove back to Colombia on the same route.

However, he did not drive the car back to the parking lot of the gay bar. Instead, following the instructions Anfisa gave him, he drove the car into a block with two rows of colorful tents on the roadside, and

Finally, we stopped at the entrance of an alley full of garbage on the side of the road.

Before getting out of the car, he glanced at the odometer. He slowly opened the glove box on the passenger side, took out a sealed bag, opened it, and then took out a receiver the size of a power bank and connected it to the car with good performance.

It's a pretty good car with an OBD interface.

Taking off his coat and covering his hands, Wei Ran fumbled to take out the food box, first took out the authenticator from inside, and put in the night vision device, the cut strap and even the used syringe he brought back.

.

After putting the food box away again, he connected the authenticator to the power bank-sized receiver. Without him having to operate it at all, a red light about the size of a grain of rice lit up at the bottom of the receiver.

Seeing this, he immediately opened the door and got out of the car, tore off the black plastic paper affixed to the front and rear license plates, and then used the cover of the trunk to take out the oil drum filled with fuel from the metal book and add the fuel inside.

Filled into the fuel tank.

By the time he put away the oil drum, buckled the trunk and got into the cab, the red light on the receiver had turned green. Looking at the odometer, the number displayed on it was almost 350 less.

kilometer.

Nodding with satisfaction, Weiran unplugged the receiver and put it in his pocket, then took out a leather dust collector from the sealed bag that originally contained the receiver.

"puff!"

With a soft sound, and as Wei Ran was pressed, the tiger sprayed out a cloud of dust, which evenly sprinkled on the OBD interface that had just been used.

He put the leather tiger in his pocket, but he didn't even take out the key. He even turned on the reading light, and then ducked into the dark alley on the side of the road.

Standing in the shadow of the alley, Wei Ran weighed the wine bottles he had prepared in advance, rounded his arms and threw them towards the tents set up on the roadside in the distance!

"Snapped!"

Along with the crisp sound of a wine bottle breaking, flying debris also hit a randomly selected tent.

In less than five seconds, a shirtless black man with dirty hair and an angry look on his face

He opened his "door" angrily.

But soon, before he could curse, he noticed the luxury car not far away with the reading light on and the door not closed!

The black man's eyes immediately widened and he retracted himself back into the tent as quickly as possible.

But soon, he got out of the tent again, and in his hand was a shiny silver revolver!

Without even bothering to put on shoes, this black guy, who was only wearing a pair of basketball shorts, ran towards the Dodge Charger.

He didn't even notice that the soles of his feet, which were covered with calluses, had some cuts and traces of blood flowing from the broken glass from the broken wine bottles.

A rather nervous man, he held the revolver in one hand flat and circled the car. The black man immediately noticed the car owner who was sleeping in the back seat and was snoring loudly.
To be continued...