At the entrance of the large courtyard by the Kaban Lake, Wei Ran watched Mrs. Margue, her black bodyguard and white translator get into the car parked on the lakeside road, and waited until the obviously rented business car completely disappeared from the end of the field of vision.

, then turned around and walked back to the hall of the room on the first floor, and sat down at the long table again.

Just now, Mrs. Margo not only left the cello box full of relics, but also left the detailed identity information of her son Athol and Athol's three comrades. Of course, the fake old lady also took it away by the way.

A celadon tureen cup.

After thinking for a while, Wei Ran picked up the kettle with hawthorn leaf tea on the table, filled the bowl of tea with water, and then placed it in a flower pot by the floor-to-ceiling window.

After installing this inaccurate timing device, he found the tool box from the storage room and completely disassembled the FR-F2 sniper rifle in the cello box and turned it into a table of parts.

It's a pity that except for a small amount of sludge and a slight smell of gunpowder smoke masked by gun oil, nothing of value remains inside the gun.

Patiently restoring the gun to its original state, he took apart the P88 pistol again. There were no useful clues left in this gun, but the smell of gunpowder smoke was much stronger.

He also restored it to its original shape and put it back into the piano case, and Wei Ran picked up the modified bayonet again.

The bayonet has been sharpened, and there is a large amount of semi-solidified sword oil remaining in the scabbard.

Pulling out two pieces of paper and wiping away the oil stains on the blade, Wei Ran gently touched the blade. The numb feel and the large number of visible curls on the blade hinted that this bayonet was probably a "practical item".

"Weapons" rather than cosmetic accessories.

Finally, he disassembled the photo frame and inspected it carefully. After confirming that there were no additional findings, Wei Ran took a photo and sent it to An along with the detailed information of the four extra-legal elites before he decided to use his brain.

Phia.

When the other party responded with a little fox-like expression, Wei Ran picked up the piece of paper with the four people's information written on it and looked at it.

According to the mark on this piece of paper, Athol Cantan is from Madagascar. Among his other three white comrades, except one from Djibouti, the remaining two are South Africans.

Even the home addresses of the three comrades-in-arms Athol were marked in detail. However, after each home address, the words "1996" were marked in parentheses.

"Murder... no, it should be a vendetta to be precise..." Wei Ran muttered to himself while holding the piece of paper, and glanced at the red French writing on the postcard.

While he was stunned, Anfiya had already sent the first clue she found via WeChat screenshot.

On this French page, there is a wanted order that is still valid. The person wanted here is none other than Mrs. Margot's son, Athol. Looking at the crime column, it is marked "murder", Dan

Look, it’s not Shi Ren, but Zhu Shui who is in charge of Xie V. “I checked the South African news in 1996.”

Anfiya typed out a string of words in German and sent it to Weiran, "This man named Athol Cantan was suspected of murdering his wife in the winter of 1995 to 1996, as well as three of his former relatives.

Families of comrades who served together outside the law.

According to statistics, a total of 26 unfortunate people died under his gun. In order of time, the last one he killed was his wife.

For this reason, not only Madagascar and South Africa, but also France have issued arrest warrants against him, and the arrest warrants issued by France have not expired to this day."

Subconsciously glancing at the notches on the butt of the sniper rifle, Wei Ran raised his eyebrows. Originally, he thought it was Athol's other three comrades who murdered him, but if he followed the clues of the police investigation at the time,

Look, could it be that Athol murdered three of his comrades and family members, including, of course, his wife.

Wait a moment!

Wei Ran's face showed a look of realization. This Athor killed his wife in the end. Could it be that...his three comrades had cheated on him?

Hmm... It's not unreasonable, but where did he go in the end? What about the threat on the postcard?

After some thought, Wei Ran switched to the German input method, tapped the screen and asked, "Can you find out his extrajudicial service experience?"

"According to public information from the news at the time, he was sentenced for manslaughter at the end of 1988, but he successfully escaped from prison the same month he was imprisoned and disappeared.

About a year later, in the spring of 1990, he joined the Outlaws in Djibouti, and the next winter he was selected into the 4th Company of the 2nd Parachute Infantry Regiment, serving as a sniper in the support team."

After a pause, Anfiya sent a second paragraph in German, "According to available public information, he retired in July 1994 and obtained French nationality. This is what can be found so far, and he is directly related to

All public information about the relationship"

"Where are the non-public information?" Weiran asked. "It takes time."

Anfiya replied, "If I want to invade their server, it is difficult for me to do it by myself. I need enough helpers. And as far as I know, the 4th Paratrooper Company has been doing all kinds of dirty things."

Live, even if you successfully invade their server, it may be difficult to find any detailed records."

"Forget it, in this case there is no need to continue the investigation." Wei Ran decisively stopped the following investigation work. The information so far is basically the same as what Mrs. Marge told him, but it is almost clear enough.

outlines the general context.

"I have channels to find some veterans who have served outside the law during the same period. Maybe they know something." Anfiya gave new suggestions.

"Someone has already asked, let's end this matter here." Wei Ran typed on the keyboard and finally gave the reply. If you could get clues just by asking soldiers who had served outside the law, Mrs. Mag would probably not need it at all.

He went all the way to Russia to find himself.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Could it be that it was really a revenge for love? Wei Ran picked up the P88 pistol, turned it over and carefully observed the relief on the handle patch.

If that Athol was really the murderer, why did he send these murder weapons back to his home?

Through what channel did Mrs. Marger obtain these murder weapons? Through what channels did Mrs. Marger bring these weapons into Russia? Could it be that Athol believed that Mrs. Marger could help him solve the murder?

trouble?

Considering that he had a dark history of killing people and escaping from prison before joining the army, and not long after he successfully escaped from prison, he dared to return to his home in Madagascar with such arrogance in 1994, and he was able to use such an expensive pistol during his service.

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All of this confirms the energy and background of Mrs. Margo. However, with such a background, is it necessary for her son to join the army outside the law? Could it be that the person who was negligently killed before joining the army is very troublesome?

It's not impossible...

Putting down these doubts, Wei Ran pinched the two diamond-encrusted rings hanging on the trigger guard and looked at them. Finally, he threw the pistol back into the cello case and closed the lid of the case directly.

I carried it into the workshop in the basement of the library next door, found a shelf and stuffed it into it.

Nowadays, with spring rains coming from time to time, and the Volga River next to Kazan, it will take at least a week for the tea bowl full of water to evaporate. With such ample time, he

Naturally, there is no need to use the metal notebook's ability in a hurry.

After all, he remembered clearly that Lawyer Carlos had said that he would introduce a female client to him. If the flood really washed away the Dragon King Temple and introduced the same person, he might be able to get something new from Carlos.

Where are the clues?

After locking the door again and changing into clothes that were convenient for movement, Wei Ran took out the anti-tank gun from the metal book, then put on a leather apron and work gloves, skillfully dismantled it into parts that filled the table, and held a piece of

The deerskin carefully wiped the few stains on it.

However, before he could reassemble the cleaned parts into an astonishingly powerful anti-tank weapon, Lola's call came again from the intercom hanging behind the door.

"What's wrong?" Wei Ran asked, squeezing his hands, and then sped up his movements to assemble the parts all over the floor.

"It's me, Kajik."

The person speaking on the intercom was Wei Ran's nominal graduate tutor. The old man asked with a strong sense of ridicule, "Victor, when do I need to make an appointment to see you, a little bastard?"

"A week ago," Wei Ran responded with a grin, "Wait for me a moment, I'll be up right away."

"Or should I go down and find you?" Kajik asked on the other end of the intercom.

"You can go directly to the next door," Wei Ran said quickly, "Just go directly there. Beria is in the basement. I'll be there later."

"Then I'll wait for you next door." Kajik, the cheap tutor, said on the intercom and then stopped.

Assembling the clean anti-tank gun as quickly as possible, and attaching the most versatile high-explosive bomb to this amazingly powerful weapon with a click, Wei Ran took off his gloves and apron again.

, waved and put away the anti-tank gun, and left the warm and quiet basement with the dog Beria who had been lying at his feet.

When he returned to the lobby on the first floor next door, the cheap tutor Kajik had already poured himself a cup of coffee. At this time, he was holding the coffee cup in one hand and rummaging through the bookshelf used as a storefront.

What old books are you interested in?

"Why did you remember me here?" Wei Ran coaxed Beria into the cage, and then asked him as he sat down.

"Of course it's business."

Kajik sat down opposite Wei Ran, put down his cup and asked directly, "Victor, how old are you this year?"

"You're still a few months away from turning 26, why are you asking about this?" Wei Ran looked at the other party in confusion and asked jokingly, "Boss, are you trying to introduce me to a girlfriend?"

"It's the right age..."

Kajik muttered something and then said angrily, "Why are you more shameless than that scumbag Jima? Look around you, your place is almost comparable to the girls' dormitory of Kazan University."

"It's not my fault."

Wei Ran spread his hands with an innocent look on his face. Of course he was not to blame for this matter. The Katenka sisters were the assistants Suisui found through hard work. Lola and her genius sister were stray children picked up and raised by Suisui out of kindness.

The children, even Sui Xin, were tricked by Suisui from Volgograd.

"I didn't come to you to waste time discussing these things." Kajik waved his hands angrily, took out a file bag from the briefcase he had been carrying, and pushed it to Wei Ran along with a pen.

"What is this?" Wei Ran asked curiously.

Kajik did not explain, but asked proudly, "How about it? Do you want to improve your academic qualifications? Just fill in these forms and wait until..."

"I do not want"

Wei Ran chose to refuse almost without thinking. Studying? Are you kidding! He has already read enough! What's more, he has no actual need for an associate doctorate degree now.

"Why... why?" Kajik looked at Wei Ran in astonishment. "Why else? My current academic qualifications are enough for me." Wei Ran spread his hands, "And how can I have time to go to school? I have this time every day.

Wouldn’t it be nice to sleep a little longer?」

Hearing this, Kajik blew his beard and said, "How could I meet Lexi, a person like you who has no pursuits? This is a good thing that no one else can ask for!"
To be continued...