In the desert hinterland close to the border between the two countries, a group of five people, accompanied by two fox cubs, sat around the edge of a warm campfire, enjoying a sumptuous dinner and cold beer while chatting. .
"Mr. Edward, which direction did your grandfather Mr. Laws go when he was looking for his colleagues?" Wei Ran touched Edward next to him with a beer and asked based on the topic. .
"This"
Edward pondered for a moment, with a look of confusion on his face, "You have seen the work records he left. My grandfather has been here many times. And he looked around in several directions, but he didn't seem to remember where his colleague had gone."
"There should be no lies this time."
Wei Ran took advantage of drinking. He moved to look back. From Edward's reply just now, it can be basically judged that his grandfather, Mr. Rouse, had most likely been lost in this vast desert at that time. Otherwise, the other party would have found his so-called colleague long ago.
Seeing that Wei Ran remained silent, Edward asked, "Victor, where should we go next?"
"No hurry"
Wei Ran followed Pointing to the mountains behind him, "If we stay here for a day or two, there may be some clues on this mountain."
"If there were clues, my grandfather would have found his colleagues long ago." Edward He reminded while holding up his beer.
"It's precisely because your grandfather didn't find his colleagues that I had the opportunity to come here, isn't it?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.
Hearing this, Edward didn’t say anything. He just touched the cold can with Weiran and turned around to chat with Saleh sitting on the other side about cigars in English. .
"Victor, do you need me to go look around for you tomorrow?" Soliman asked proactively, holding a leg of lamb in his hand.
"What are you looking for?" Wei Ran smiled and touched the can with the other party.
"How do I know?" Soliman spread his hands, "Of course you will find whatever you are looking for."
"Let's search around this mountain tomorrow"< /p>
Wei Ran deliberately raised his voice slightly, "Look for anything here
man-made, anything."
"Leave it to me. Soliman agreed enthusiastically, but then reminded him, "By the way, remember to keep your weapons by your side when you rest at night."
"Unsafe" General Wei Ran. He asked looking at the other person.
"It's not even 20 kilometers from the border. Is it safe for you?"
Soliman spread his hands, "Of course, it's just a preparation. With my father and With the Berber guide here, no one would be willing to conflict with us."
Without continuing the topic, Wei Ran opened another can of beer and threw away a piece of uneaten rib meat. He gave it to the two little foxes running around them, secretly wondering when to use the broken telescope to see what happened at that time.What.
After eating and drinking, Wei Ran got into the tent that smelled a little bit. Before he could turn on the kerosene heater he had brought, Soliman was carrying a belly full of food in one hand. The round little fox followed.
"These two little guys will freeze to death if they spend the night outside."
As Soliman spoke, he casually threw the two little guys onto the folding bed, and at the same time put a A note was handed to Wei Ran, "Before going to bed at night and when you get up tomorrow, remember to check the tent carefully, especially if there are any scorpions or poisonous snakes under your shoes and the bed. But with those two little guys here, you don't have to worry too much. These things, finally, remember to close the tent door tightly before going to bed." After that, Soliman turned around and left the tent without waiting for Wei Ran to speak, and blatantly put on the night vision goggles. He got into the cab of the truck with an SVD sniper rifle.
At the same time, the Berber guide also carried two Soviet-made rocket launchers and walked slowly to the other side of the low mountain.
Putting the note into his pocket, Wei Yan tightened the zipper of the tent door, and slowly lit the kerosene heater. He waited until the tent became warm, then held up a flashlight to check carefully. After checking the nooks and crannies of the tent, he carried the two little guys who were already curled up on the sleeping bags to the stall with the heater.
Lying on the creaking folding bed
Wei Ran turned off the flashlight, took out the note Soliman had given him not long ago, and carefully used the light of the mobile phone screen to Look.
On this piece of paper, which is only the size of a playing card, there is only a short paragraph written in Russian, "Edward is very familiar with the nearby terrain, especially the Libyan terrain across the border."
"Intelligence obtained by Saleh" Wei Ran thought for a moment and hid the note in his phone case.
In the blink of an eye, the next morning, when Wei Ran was woken up by two howling little foxes, the sky outside the tent had already turned white.
Turn off the heater and open the tent door. Before Wei Ran could leave the tent, the two little foxes had already rushed out like two big mice. They each found a piece of sand and bent over. The hind legs straightened and the big furry tail began to exert force.
Smoothly tightening the zipper on the tent door, Wei Ran got into the armored pickup truck parked nearby, started the engine, chose a random direction and drove out.
A moment later, Edward's slightly nervous call came from the radio channel, "Victor, what are you going to do?"
"Find a place with a nice view to poop. Do you want to come with us?" Wei Ran asked, holding the microphone of the car radio as he stepped on the brakes.
"Forget it." Edward, wearing pajamas, stood at the door of his tent and responded awkwardly to the walkie-talkie in his hand.
Glancing at the rearview mirror, Wei Ran stepped on the accelerator again and drove the car a hundred meters away from the camp. Then he pushed the door open and unfastened his belt while walking to the other side of the armored pickup truck. one side.
WhistleA small pit was made in the cold sand. After Wei Yan buckled his belt, he opened the passenger door and took out the Zeiss telescope that Edward had left behind from the glove box.
"Just now"
Wei Ran murmured to himself. All the clues he could find now were found, and the current intelligence was not enough to support him in finding the person. As a colleague of Mr. Rouse, for the sake of 500,000 euros, it was time for the metal book to appear.
Take a deep breath, the metal book appeared quietly, and stopped at the blank page 22 with the sound of page turning
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While he was waiting, the metal quill drew a figure amidst the sound of friction with the paper.
This figure is standing on a rock holding a telescope. Behind him, there seems to be a stretch of yellow sand.
After a while, lines of text appeared under the picture.
Character Identity Prospector Victor
Return conditions reached a survival agreement with Felix and survived until the moment of capture.
This is over, why is there no photo taking task
With Wei Ran’s stunned expression, his field of vision was replaced by dazzling white light, and then, pictures of some items quickly passed in front of his eyes.
"Titanium alloy pistols, binoculars, Rolleiflex mirrors, oil drums and food boxes are also there"
Weiran immediately breathed a sigh of relief, as long as there are three oil drums and food boxes, Box, as long as the food and drink packed in it are still there, no matter what happens in this desert, at least you don't have to worry about dying of thirst or starvation.
However, before he could be happy for a long time, there was a rumbling noise in his ears, and at the same time, he also felt that something seemed to be covering his eyes.
How does this feel like being on a plane?
Wei Ran's heart became more and more uneasy, and almost when he raised his hand to tear off the thing on his head, there was a rumbling noise. There was also a sharp whistle.
Looking at the thick black eye mask in his hand, Wei Ran raised his head and looked around, but a look of astonishment appeared on his face. At this time, he was extremely sure that he was near the tail of a plane. He was even sure from the surrounding layout that this should be a Junkers 52 transport aircraft.
But what’s strange is that the portholes of this transport plane are tightly covered by thick canvas, and the seats are just two long chairs next to the bulkhead, with all the passengers’ hips touching each other. There is not even an armrest in the middle to act as a partition between the hips, and even the only light is just a few dim light bulbs above the head.
Looking to the left and right again, on the left is the bulkhead at the tail of the plane. As long as he raises his hand, he can open the door to the tail cabin. On the right, sitting side by side,
< p>Those passengers who were either wearing shorts, shirts, or light gray suits were also taking off the eye masks on their heads at this time.On the long chair opposite, there were only four people wearing the uniforms of the British North African Regiment of World War II, but they were holding 40The soldiers with submachine guns also took off their blindfolds.
In the center of the two rows of passengers, half-meter-square crate boxes were fixed with ropes on the not-so-wide floor.
Although these boxes are not big, they look extremely strong. Not only are they nailed with iron sheets for reinforcement, but you can even see seals tightly attached to them.
However, there was no writing on the seal at all, and instead, there were just some patterns with unknown meanings. Only then did he look in the direction where the whistle had just come from.
There was also a thick canvas curtain hanging on the door frame leading to the cockpit of the aircraft. Just in front of this curtain stood a fully armed German.
Unlike the soldiers opposite who were wearing British North African uniforms and holding German submachine guns in their hands, this soldier with a turban on his face was actually wearing a full set of German paratrooper equipment.
In addition to the highly recognizable helmet and rare paratrooper boots, he also has a pair of goggles fixed on his helmet, and he even seems to be carrying a parachute bag on his back
But compared to these, the most difficult to ignore is the 38mm pistol he has been holding in his hand, and the 40mm submachine gun tied horizontally to his waist with a belt.
What is going on?
Wei Ran frowned, glanced at the wooden box on the cabin floor, and then glanced at the paratrooper who still had the whistle in his mouth. Finally, he looked at the soldiers on the opposite side who had already grasped the submachine guns, and immediately and wisely gave up the plan of lifting the canvas behind him to see what was going on outside.
Looking to the side again, these people are dressed much more freely and relaxedly. Some of them took out a wine bottle or cigarette from their arms with a natural look and shared it with friends around them.
Obviously, they are definitely not prisoners of the soldiers opposite, nor do they look like they have been deprived of their personal freedom.
Even judging from their facial expressions, they seem to have been used to it for a long time. the situation at hand.
"Mr. Victor, would you like a cigarette?"
While Wei Ran was secretly looking at the wooden boxes at his toes, the young man sitting next to him stretched out a box R8 cigarettes that have just been opened.
"Thank you"
Wei Ran politely took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and put it into his mouth. He lowered his head to the other person's lit lighter and took a deep puff.
“Don’t stare at Captain Felix”
While he was lighting up his cigarette, the young man holding the lighter reminded Wei Ran very quickly in his ear. , "If we let him misunderstand, we may never be able to leave the desert."
He is Felix
Wei Ran glanced at the user with his peripheral vision The paratrooper, whose face was covered with a turban, responded with a sullen thank you under the cover of the noise. ,Please remember:,Free fastest update No anti-theft No anti-theft