When the moon completely climbed over the treetops, in the shadow of the ruins, a tattered blanket was slowly lifted. Wei Ran, who had taken a nap, slowly stretched his body and stood up against the wall little by little.

After listening for a moment, he dropped the blanket in his hand and the scarf on his head at his feet, and then took off the baggy overalls he used as a disguise.

In the darkness, a titanium alloy pistol with a silencer appeared in his hand.

After checking in the dark, Wei Ran put away his weapon, picked up the blanket again, carried it in his hand, and carefully stuck his head against the wall to look diagonally across.

At this time, the bonfire had been extinguished, but the driver's window of the pickup truck was open, and there seemed to be the sound of the radio and slight snoring coming from inside. Also coming out was the unique sound of Inuma burning.

Stink.

Looking left and right, and then focusing on the direction of the roof, Wei Ran waited patiently. When his eyes had gradually adapted to the dim light around him, and he could even vaguely see the outline of the figure in the car, he held his hand

The titanium alloy pistol also appeared again.

No longer wasting time, he hunched over from a distance and walked around to the rear of the car, walked over quickly and quietly, and reached out to pull the door of the rear compartment.

Fortunately, the car door was not locked. He had already pressed against the car door, and the pistol wrapped loosely in the blanket was exempted from the task of firing, and he got into the car with him.

“It’s really cold tonight”

As Wei Ran got into the carriage, which was filled with the smell of canine numbness and had a reading light turned on because it opened the door, he did not forget to complain in Hebrew, "Move in."

"yes"

The man sitting in the driver's seat took a puff of cigarette while talking.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Almost at the same time as he hit the car door, Wei Ran also pulled the trigger at the driver, and then the recoil tilted the gun to the side, aiming at the temple of the unlucky guy behind the driver's seat who seemed to have just been awakened but had not yet woken up.

One shot.

"Snapped!"

In the third gunshot that was suppressed by the silencer and the carriage, the unlucky guy next to Wei Ran was also shot in the neck.

"You'd better not move"

While Wei Ran was speaking, his right hand had already passed through the gap between the front seat cushion and the door pillar, and touched the neck of the co-pilot.

Before he could answer, Wei Ran also put away his pistol, waved his arm and threw off the blanket on his hand, then took out his pistol again and put it behind the ear of the co-pilot and asked, "Can you speak Hebrew?"

Seeing that the people in front of him were as dull as an owl whose face was glared by the spotlight, Wei Ran patiently asked again in English, French, and the newly learned rabbit language, spicy language, and even Russian and Italian.

.

It's a pity that the only foreign language this guy knows is "Hello", "Tie Q" and the useless "Harry playing Lure".

"There is no harm in studying hard in the next life and learning another foreign language."

Wei Ran finally gave some advice in his native language, and the scalpel he held tightly in his hand instantly cut open the man's neck, throat, and thick blood vessels.

"laugh!"

Amid the pervasive smell of blood, the cracked windshield of the pickup truck was smeared with blood. Wei Ran withdrew his hand before the blood splattered out.

After paying close attention to the American military radio installed on the car, Wei Ran took out his most convenient Mauser bayonet from the leg pocket of the militant next to him.

It's normal for this thing to appear here. Just based on the response he received in Hebrew when he just entered the door, we can conclude that there is definitely a chair-breaking person among these people.

What most people don't know is that after the end of World War II, the one equipped with the most World War II Mauser rifles, or "98K" and bayonets, was the Chair Crack.

It doesn't matter whether it's "receiving", "compensation" or smuggling.

In short, after the end of World War II, a large number of Mauser original factory and 98K produced by Jack Slow Falk and a large number of military surplus bullets were hidden by the Jews in freighters filled with onions and smuggled ship by ship.

It was delivered to the chair and continued to serve Nachi.

Even in the 1980s, some special-purpose Mauser rifles such as sniper-type rifles have not been completely retired.

As for the bayonet, who knows whether the Yutai people have a fetish or based on the rave reviews that "the fathers said that it feels comfortable to be stabbed by this thing", they seem to be particularly fond of this thing.

After touching the edge of the blade and rubbing it on the body next to him to test the feel, Wei Ran pushed the door open and got out of the car with satisfaction, and got into the building on the roadside in the dark.

He walked slowly up the broken stairs filled with rubbish. When he reached the second floor, he vaguely heard snoring one after another.

Guided by the voice and the moonlight coming in from the window, he soon noticed that by the window on the second floor, three other armed men were sleeping against the wall, holding weapons.

Quietly approaching the three people standing side by side, Wei Ran stabbed the hearts, livers and lungs of two of them with the long and polished bayonet in one swift movement.

Ignoring the body that was still twitching unconsciously, he covered the last man's mouth and put the bayonet against his heart.

Waiting patiently for the man to wake up, Wei Ran whispered into his ear and asked, "Do you know Hebrew?"

However, although this man nodded slightly, his hand moved towards the grenade hanging on his chest dishonestly.

"puff"

The bayonet in Wei Ran's hand easily pierced the opponent's clothes, then pierced the chest and then the heart, and he shook the handle of the knife habitually.

When the man stopped moving, he did not pull out his bayonet. Instead, he stood up and walked towards the stairs.

After listening for a moment, he carefully crouched down, touched the steps and walls with his hands, and slowly climbed up step by step.

As expected, when he walked up five or six steps, his fingertips also touched a thin line stretching across the stairs.

After waiting for a moment, he took out the flashlight, covered the head of the lamp with his hand and turned it on, using the faint light leaking from his fingers to take a look.

Fortunately, there were no explosives on this thin line, just two shriveled cans hanging on it.

He carefully crossed the warning line, but he did not relax his vigilance.

Sure enough, after walking a few steps further up, he discovered a new cordon. Hanging on it was a string of bullet casings tied together with thin threads like wind chimes.

There is quite a life...

Wei Ran cursed secretly, and walked over carefully again, almost crawling, "swimming" along the steps to the third floor, and smelled the unique smell of dog hemp again.

Wei Ran pinched his nose and moved forward step by step against the wall in the dark. Soon, he came to the door of a small room.

There was no extra firelight in this room except for a cigarette butt that flickered on and off. But even the light from the cigarette butt was enough for him to see clearly that this was a bedroom.

There is a double sofa on the bed in the bedroom. In front of the sofa, there is a ladder against the wall. There seems to be a gun on the ladder.

At this time, the smoker was sitting on the double sofa, and the narrow hole in the wall in front of him not only allowed the wind to blow in and take away the toxic second-hand smoke, but also let in a little moonlight, illuminating the scene.

On a photo hanging on the wall beside the bed.

The group photo was of a family of three, and the child being held in the middle was a very happy baby.

Gently withdrawing his gaze, Wei Ran observed the other two rooms on this floor. After making sure that there was no one else, he returned to the door of that room again.

Only this time, he had an extra pistol and a flashlight in his hand.

Stepping into the room, Wei Ran was not polite at all. He almost pulled the trigger as soon as the flashlight light shone on the other person's face and the other person dropped the cigarette butt in his hand and was about to pick up the pistol on his leg.

"Snapped!"

After the crisp gunfire, a blackened bullet hole appeared in the center of the opponent's eyebrow. At the same time, Wei Ran also used the recoil to slightly raise the muzzle of his gun, aiming it at the person sitting on the same sofa, who seemed to be sleeping just now.

people.

"Can you understand Hebrew?" Wei Ran asked.

After a moment of hesitation, the man with the turban on his head asked, "Who are you?"

"It's your dad"

Wei Ran said angrily, "Take off the headscarf and stuff it into your own mouth."

Hearing this, the person pointed at by the gun and flashlight hesitated for a moment, and finally slowly pulled off the scarf and stuffed it into his mouth.

To Wei Ran's expectation, this turned out to be an old man with gray hair. Even so, he did not hesitate. He walked to the bed, put the flashlight on the armrest of the sofa, put the gun in his left hand against the back of the opponent's head, and grabbed the gun in his right hand.

The opponent's raised wrist squeezed and flicked hard, and without any effort, the opponent's wrist joints were squeezed open while the scream was choked in the throat.

"the other hand"

Wei Ran, who had no idea that he respected the elderly and cherished the young, spoke in Hebrew. After a brief hesitation, the latter also put his other hand to Wei Ran's and allowed him to squeeze the joints of the hand.

open.

"Come down now, we can talk." Wei Ran said, also put away the gun, and grabbed the other person's neck to get off the bed.

"What's your name?" Wei Ran asked while picking off the pieces from the other party.

Contrary to his expectation, he found many Soviet-style weapons on this man's body.

The most representative of these is a Nagant revolver. The grip of this pistol is actually inlaid with a hammer and sickle logo that seems to be made of gold.

"Where did you get this gun?" Wei Ran asked as he pulled out the ball of cloth from the other party's mouth and shook the gun in his hand.

"It was originally mine," the old man snorted and replied in Hebrew.

It was from this sentence that Wei Ran heard the Russian-style tongue-licking sound that was not hidden.

"You are the Soviet Union...were you once a Soviet?" Wei Ran asked in Russian.

Just one sentence made the old man tremble.

After a brief silence, the old man switched to Russian and said, "Yes, he was once a Soviet."

"Soviet Jew?"
To be continued...