War Photographer's Notebook

Just when the farce of Xiangtai Izakaya and the protest in front of the door became the news, the US Navy shipboard helicopter that Wei Ran took finally landed at Palau Airport after a long flight of more than two hours.

I deliberately took a group photo with the American pilot who chatted in French all the way in front of the helicopter, and then Wei Ran followed the beautiful tour guide Wan Qiu who came to pick him up, boarded a shuttle bus driven by the ground crew alone, and left the airport.

It wasn't until getting off the ferry that Wan Qiu opened the door of a commercial vehicle and asked with a smile, "How do you feel?"

"Feeling?" Wei Ran smiled, "Compared to God's fish tank, Palau is more like an American bath tub."

"The ships of the U.S. Navy are really free here." While speaking, Wan Qiu also got into the car and closed the door.

"Have you bought the ticket yet?" Wei Ran asked while fastening his seat belt.

"Buy it, flight this afternoon."

Wan Qiu paused for a while, and waited until the car started to run, then said, "Mr. Wei, the second king asked me to tell you, please call him back when it is convenient for you."

"no problem"

As Wei Ran said, he had already pulled out his mobile phone, but the first one he dialed was Sui Sui, who had already arrived in the Philippine monkey country ahead of time.

"I saw it on the news"

As soon as the video call was connected, Sui Sui said happily, "The American reporter didn't mute your and Kou Kou's answers, but they made English letters for Brother Xia and Tan Tu's translation, I guess they must have done it on purpose. "

"Chinese and French are both working languages ​​stipulated by the United Nations. They should work together to make subtitles."

Wei Ran gloated and teased, and then asked curiously, "How are you doing?"

"We are riding a carriage in the ancient city of Vigan. It is very interesting here."

As Sui Sui said, she also switched the camera, showing the surrounding scenery and the carriage she was riding in, and then turned back, gesturing to the camera with scissors hands around her eyes and asking, "When are you coming?"

Seeing that Suisui made the safety signal agreed in advance, and Anfisa, who was sitting next to her, also waved towards him, Wei Ran secretly heaved a sigh of relief, scratched his nose to respond, and answered with a smile. Said, "For this afternoon's flight, I will be able to meet you in the evening."

"Where's Kou Kou? Isn't she coming?" Sui Sui, who was also secretly relieved, continued to ask.

"She doesn't have time these days"

Wei Ran said with a smile, "If there are no accidents, I guess she will be busy with reporters' interviews until the beginning of school."

"Then it can't be helped, but I will ask Ania to help bring her the present."

Sui Sui turned the camera around again, pointed to another carriage in front of her and said, "Ania and Anfeiya are in the carriage in front. She will also go to study in Paris in September. I just found out about it."

"I just found out now"

Wei Ran made a small joke, "Okay, I'm going to call the Second Emperor first, let's talk about the rest when we meet in the evening."

After hanging up the video call, Wei Ran first sent the flight information to Anfisa with the help of Wan Qiu, and then dialed Qin Ershi's phone number.

"What can I do for you?" Wei Ran asked after the call was connected.

Qin Ershi on the other end of the phone said helplessly, "There is someone who wants to meet you."

"Who?" Wei Ran asked subconsciously.

"Wait for Wanqiu to explain the details to you later."

Qin Ershi paused, and said with a hint of pleading, "Brother Wei Ran, it's a way to save face for my brother. No matter what, I must meet her, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to escape this beating."

"OK, no problem!"

Wei Ran happily agreed, and at the same time, he became more and more curious about what kind of existence it is that can make Qin Er Shi such a lawless and fearful person.

"From today onwards, you are my half-brother!"

Qin Ershi on the other end of the phone was obviously relieved, "I won't talk nonsense, wait for you to come back, and wait for that bastard Zhu Shi to come back, I will take you to find the most beautiful."

"stop, stop"

Wei Ran didn't give the other party a chance to finish his sentence at all, "Your arrangement will be waived, and we can talk about the rest when we get back. I'll talk to Wan Qiu first."

"No problem! No problem! We'll talk about it when you come back!" After Qin Ershi finished speaking, he took the initiative to hang up the phone.

"Stop the car"

Wan Qiu, who was sitting in the co-pilot, called the driver to stop when Wei Ran hung up the phone, then pushed the door and helped Wei Ran open the car door, and even helped to hold up a sun umbrella.

Seeing this, Wei Ran smiled, put his phone on the seat next to him, unbuckled his seat belt, and followed the other person out of the carriage to the shadow provided by a tropical tree on the side of the road.

"It's our boss who wants to see you"

Wan Qiu paused, and took the initiative to explain, "The boss of Manager Yang and I is also the second's little aunt."

"The second generation's little aunt?" Wei Ran looked at her in confusion.

"Yes" Wan Qiu nodded, but didn't know how to continue explaining.

"Let's meet then." Wei Ran said indifferently, "When? Where will we meet?"

"On the plane." Wan Qiu pointed to the top of her head, "This afternoon, she also happened to take that flight back to the Monkey Country of the Philippines."

"Okay, what's your boss's name?" Wei Ran asked casually.

"This." The girl named Wan Qiu looked at Wei Ran with a troubled expression, "Otherwise, after boarding the plane"

"Okay, I'll ask myself when the time comes, where are we going now?" Wei Ran nodded indifferently, not embarrassing this busy beautiful translator.

“Let’s go to the hotel and rest for a while”

Wan Qiu immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and while gesturing to Wei Ran to get into the car, he said, "We still have four hours before takeoff, and your luggage has been retrieved for you in advance, and you can take a shower in the hotel later take a break."

According to the other party's arrangement, he got back into the car and rushed to the hotel which was only three or four kilometers away from the airport. Wei Ran immediately turned on his laptop and began to browse today's local news.

Unsurprisingly, apart from the discovery of the remains of Captain Evans and others, the ceremony held on the destroyer Halsey, and the interview with himself and Koko, the headline news was followed by A "Man-eating Wendigo!" news in English.

Clicking on the news link, Wei Ran showed a satisfied smile on his face. According to this news report, the signboard at the entrance of Xiangtai Izakaya and the floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides had been smashed to pieces. There are all kinds of garbage, and there is a cordon around it. Outside the cordon, there are protesting crowds holding signs in English and even Japanese, police cars with flashing lights, and heavily armed policemen.

In the photos inside the izakaya, the disgusting shrine and tablet have been turned into fragments mixed with food scraps, and the photo frames that were originally hanging on the wall have also been damaged.

And under the camera, the Kano family, huddled together like quails with frightened faces, not only fear, but also a trace of indistinguishable shame, anger, and unwillingness after hope was shattered.

Browsing the English or Japanese comments under the news with a blank expression, watching those vicious abuses against the cannibals and the Kano family who falsified history, and even all the recruiters, as well as the cannibals such as "Better than Hanbang who can fabricate history Devil" and the like.

ended?
of course not!

Inciting hatred, creating contradictions, and provoking confrontation are just the beginning signals-just like those tricks used by Americans who have lost justice.

"This is an actual combat test for Hela, and it is also a public performance for the allies."

Wei Ran muttered silently, and slowly closed the notebook, together with the Hela organization hidden under the aurora, patiently waited for the further development of the situation.

In the evening of this day, Wei Ran returned to the airport under the leadership of Wan Qiu, and boarded the business class flight to Manila, the monkey country of the Philippines.

At the same time as the flight was taking off, Anfeiya, who was eating, drinking and having fun with Suisui in the ancient city of Vigan, the Monkey Country, also stared at the flight information to check the time, and posted an email that had been edited in advance.

"Ding!"

Just when Wei Ran's flight climbed to the predetermined altitude, the first floor of the Shota Izakaya was in a mess. Kano Chika's father, one of the owners of the Shotai Izakaya, also received a notification on his mobile phone.

First glance at the locked door and the windows sealed with wooden boards, and then look not far away, holding a circle of gauze on his head, but let the nephew who insisted on cleaning up the garbage, this half of his life has been proud of his grandfather's military exploits, The middle-aged man in Palau, who always wanted to return to his dream hometown of Nagasaki, took out his mobile phone and lit up the cracked screen.

He is the son of Kano Shota, the father of Kano Chinatsu, and one of the owners of this izakaya.

However, when he turned on the screen and saw a news headline pushed to his phone, he was stunned.

Subconsciously clicked on the news sent by this leg, the eyes of this man who was nearly fifty years old and had already lost his head also turned red.His hand also slowly grasped the slender and sharp Japanese-style sashimi knife that was casually thrown on the cooking table.

"cousin"

The man looked at the other owner of the izakaya, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "My grandfather, was he really killed?"

"No, don't believe that, it's fake, it's all fake!"

Another store owner who was cleaning the screen of the stage stubbornly argued, "They are heroes and a big day."

"Just pretend it's fake"

Kano Chinatsu's father glanced at his wife who was picking up postcards not far away, and then looked at his cousin again, "Mitsuhiko is actually your son, right?"

"You know." Kano Chinatsu's stepmother subconsciously covered her mouth when she realized that she had slipped her mouth.

"Snapped!"

At this moment, the crisp slapping sound of the hard-bristled brush accidentally dropped on the stage floor by his cousin easily shattered the last trace of reason in this man's heart!
"Ah!" Kano Chinatsu's father let out a desperate and angry roar, clenched the kitchen knife with both hands, and stabbed fiercely into his nephew's chest!

"puff!"

In the splashing blood, the red-eyed man pulled out his sashimi knife, swung his arm and swiped vigorously, and easily cut another wave of fatal wounds gushing blood on his wife's neck!
For a while, panicked screams and wailing, begging for mercy and even desperate cries came from the izakaya where they locked the anti-theft door themselves.