In the last two days in the rear camp in Guam, Wei Ran, Randy and Will did not feel comfortable. Or to be more precise, since the early morning of the second day after Marshall left Guam, the three of them were taken to separate tents far apart by several officers they had never met before and questioned individually.
As for the content of the inquiry, it was naturally about Marshall.
During this period, Wei Ran didn't know what Randy and Will said. After all, they didn't even have a chance to meet, but he relied on the reflexes he learned from Gorman. Torture techniques, silence throughout.
Of course the soldiers who came to him for questioning would not use torture, but Wei Ran also knew that no matter what he said, there was no way to change history, so the only thing he could do was to live for a long time. Respond to the other person's questions with silence.
"Victor, I hope you can answer our questions candidly."
The officer sitting opposite said again impatiently, "We are not enemies, and we are not enemies." I won’t frame Marshall.”
“What time is it now?” Wei Ran, who had not spoken for the past three days, asked suddenly.
The person sitting opposite was stunned, rolled up his sleeves, looked at his watch and replied, "11:56 pm."
"Give me three minutes , and then let me answer your question." Wei Ran said again, "Can you give me a bottle of Coke now?"
"Of course, of course"
That's it. A soldier who also held the rank of second lieutenant had already walked out of the tent before he finished speaking. Within two minutes, he brought back a bottle of cold Coke and a bottle opener and handed them to Wei Ran.
Taking the Coke and biting it open with his teeth, Wei Ran raised his neck and took a big gulp, muttering to himself in Chinese, "The Coke of your era is really delicious."
p>"What did you say?" the second lieutenant asked blankly.
Taking another swig of Coke, Wei Ran burped and waved his hand, "Nothing, what time is it now"
"11:58"
< p>The second lieutenant replied with a headache. Compared with the black priest and the young stretcher bearer, the medical soldier with the nickname of veterinarian was just like a stone that forgot to have a mouth."What question did you just ask?" As Wei Ran spoke, he took the time to take another sip of cold Coke.
The second lieutenant suppressed his emotions and repeated, "I said, we are not enemies and will not frame Marshall, so we hope you can answer our questions candidly."
< p>"You are indeed not enemies, but where were you when Marshall was fighting those rats? Where were you when his friends were being used as food by those rats? Captain Sean of the Military Police and Chaplain Tom were in my operation. I don't care where you were when he died on stage, but I think Marshall did the right thing."After saying this, Wei Ran couldn't help but think.When the other party spoke, he asked again, "What time is it now?"
Still not waiting for the second lieutenant to open his mouth, intense white light filled his field of vision. Seeing this, Wei Ran murmured to himself, "I don't care what time it is."
"What did you say?" Before the white light in front of him faded away, there was a sound in his ear. A familiar voice.
Rubbing his eyes vigorously, Wei Ran realized that he was sitting in a Willys Jeep at this time, and the person driving next to him was none other than Randy, the stretcher bearer. Looking behind him, the person who just asked him was the black man Will, and next to him, there was a huge wooden box.
Looking down at a newspaper in his hand, the front page headline was the news that President Truman recently signed the Employment Act of 1946. And there was a gun holster hanging on his waist. Without opening it, he could tell just by the exposed pistol grip that it was Tom's pistol.
Looking around, there are a large number of warships docked at the port not far away. The plants and leisurely pedestrians on both sides of the street are also filled with a strong tropical style.
“Don’t look at Victor, we are going to Tom’s house soon.”
Randy, who was in charge of driving, said slightly nervously, “I don’t know what that bastard Marshall is. "Will you be late?"
"I think I've seen Marshall"
Will, who was sitting in the back row, pointed to the roadside, "That bastard must be Marshall." What's going on with the stroller? Did this bastard come here in a stroller?"
Wei Ran followed the other party's guidance and looked over, and at a glance he recognized the man on the roadside wearing a floral shirt and shorts, with his hair on his head. Wearing sunglasses, he was also holding a coconut with a straw in his hand, and beside him, there was indeed a stroller with a sunshade as Will said.
"I saw him too," Randy said, already gently turning the steering wheel and leaning over.
"Marshall" Randy shouted after slamming on the brakes.
Hearing this, the man standing on the roadside took off the toad glasses on his face and took a look at the people in the car. He threw the wild child in his hand and happily touched it with the people who jumped out of the car. Bumping fists, "Randy, Will, and Victor, I'm glad you're all alive"
"We're glad you're alive too" Will bent down and looked into the stroller , and then discovered that there was actually a little baby here.
"Marshall, aren't you in jail?" Randy asked with a ghostly expression on his face, "What's going on with this little guy? You made a friend in prison"
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