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Chapter 63 The first goal

Outside the window, the howling cold wind intensified, and several trash cans blown over by the wind rolled around on the street, making a clanking noise. But in the warm and dark bedroom, Wei Ran was lying on the bed, tossing and turning and not feeling sleepy at all.

He was worried that the body pushed out of the window of the hospital operating room not long ago would attract the police, and he was also worried that the woman driving out would suddenly open the door and shoot herself.

Even the house where he was hiding was completely different from the house that Nicholas showed him. He remembered clearly that Ampoule's home in Bonn was a narrow one-bedroom apartment, but it was not only located in a remote suburb, it was also a two-story single-family villa with a garage.

And there is also the blond middle-aged woman who has not been mentioned by Nicholas at all, as well as the young man holding the basketball in the photo frame on the bedside. These are all outside the information provided by Nicholas. .

Is it possible that Dr. Hans is not actually an ampoule? Wei Ran shook his head to dispel his thoughts. He once took the card he found with the radio station to confirm with Nicholas, who also gave him the accurate answer.

Since the photos are correct, could it be that Ampoule, or Dr. Hans next door, has a secret base that only he knows about? When this idea came to his mind, Wei Ran, who was originally lying on the bed, sat up directly.

“No!”

He stood up in the darkness. Perhaps this suburban home was Doctor Hans’ secret base? But since he dared to bring him here without any scruples, and was not even in a hurry to escape, could it be said that he was not worried about being exposed?

Wei Ran forced himself to calm down. If this was the case, the condition of his return might not be to help Dr. Hans escape from Bonn, but to escape from Dr. Hans' pursuit.

After hesitating for a moment, he turned on the bedside table lamp and looked for useful clues in the bedroom with the faint light. Unfortunately, all the text information here is basically in German that I can't understand. Only a diploma from the University of Bonn in 1984 is marked in English, so I can barely understand it.

Comparing this diploma with the photo in the photo frame beside his bed, he confirmed that he was the same person as the young man. Then he memorized the words on the diploma over and over again. string number.

Although he was sent back to the Cold War era earlier than he planned, he never forgot what he came here for. When we return to our own time, if we can follow the number on the graduation certificate to find the young man in the photo frame, we may be able to unlock many secrets.

Putting the certificate back in its place, after much thought, Wei Ran was still worried that the other party had other thoughts. Wei Ran simply blocked the locked door with a bedside table, and then lay down with a pillow, which was just blocked by the bed. on the floor, so that no matter whether the other party wants to kill you or not, you can still get a chance to react.

He closed his eyes nervously, and after tossing and turning, Wei Ran reluctantlyForced to fall asleep. In the fragmented dream, Dr. Hans, Hannah, and even Nicholas and Culp raised their pistols and pulled the trigger on him again and again, which also kept him from sleeping soundly all night.

When Wei Ran was awakened by the sound of the engine, the wind outside the window had stopped. He opened the curtains and took a look outside. Dr. Hans's Mercedes-Benz SUV was parked outside, and far away The skyline here has also been dyed a vague fiery red by the sun that has not yet emerged.

Rubbing his face vigorously to make himself happy as soon as possible, Wei Ran pushed open the bedside table and walked out of the room, knocking on the door of the next bedroom. In the bedroom illuminated by the desk lamp, Dr. Hans pulled out the syringe inserted near the wound on his leg and threw it into the ashtray. Then he slowly put on his clothes, "We should go."

" Where to go?" Wei Ran asked in a low voice.

"Buy insurance"

While Dr. Hans was speaking, he took out bullets from the tin candy box on the bedside table and stuffed them into the silent pistol with only two rounds of ammunition. , and then put the camera, which was only the size of a cigarette box, into his pocket.

"Buy insurance?" Wei Ran looked at Dr. Hans who had changed into a suit with confusion.

"It seems that you really don't know anything, but don't worry, I will explain it to you on the way, which just saves me having to report it myself." Hans muttered, but he didn't bother to explain at all. , took the lead and walked downstairs, leading him into the Mercedes-Benz SUV waiting outside.

Before Wei Ran could slam the car door completely, the middle-aged woman named Hannah had already stepped on the accelerator and rushed out. Along the way, Dr. Hans and Hannah were chatting in German that Wei Ran couldn't understand at all. Even until the car stopped at the door of an apartment in the center of the city, the two of them did not stop their increasingly heated conversation.

Fortunately, when the three of them walked out of the elevator, the two finally shut up. Not only did Hannah hold Dr. Hans's arm, but the expression on her face also changed. Happy and intimate, Wei Ran was following behind the two of them, with an expression on his face that was clearly looking at the two mental patients.

Going along the long corridor until the end near the stairs, Hannah took out a key from her pocket and opened the door.

Under the leadership of Dr. Hans, Wei Ran walked into this house with a very familiar layout and furnishings. However, Hannah, who was following at the end, did not come in. Instead, she stood on the inside of the door, using her peephole to observe the empty corridor.

In the living room, Dr. Hans, who was handicapped, took out a medical file from the briefcase he carried and stuffed it into a wooden box on the table by the wall. Then he took out a large bottle of ink from the sideboard and twisted it. He opened it and fell straight onto the wooden box.

Jian Weiran looked at himself suspiciously, but Dr. Hans did not explain at all. He just raised his finger and pointed to a box full of weapons in the corner and said, "Take what you can use, and then we will You may encounter a lot of enemies."

"If you have time, why not introduce me.Who is our enemy? "

While Wei Ran was speaking, he reached out from the box and took out an MP5 submachine gun equipped with a silencer. Then he picked up the quick loader on the table and pushed the bullets placed inside into the magazine. .

“In the indoor operation, the first target is an insurance company. The person behind this company is a military colonel named Albert Schnetz. Before the establishment of the West German Wehrmacht, he had long accepted activity funds provided by Galen organizations and civilian survivors, and used these funds to cultivate two organizations, the "German Youth League" and the "Professional and Technical Service Organization". underground armed groups. "

After Dr. Hans said this, he put a Mauser SP66 sniper rifle into the cello box, then threw a submachine gun and matching ammunition into it, and continued, "Last year, I assassinated Hans Speidel, who was also behind the company. It was also learned from him that after they were abandoned by the Galen Organization in 1955 and lost their operating funds, the insurance company not only did not disband, but found a new sponsor from the Americans a few years ago. ”

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