War Photographer's Notebook

On September 9th, the afternoon of the third day when everyone returned to Kazan from St. Petersburg, Wei Ran, who was thinking over and over again, finally dispelled his curiosity and did not go to Papua New Guinea for a photo album.

Frankly speaking, although he was interested in that photo album, he didn't really care whether that lucky Luke lived or died, let alone take risks for such a stranger who had only met once.

As for the photo album, it’s the best if you can get it, but it’s not a big deal if you can’t get it. Not to mention, are there still few photos recording the cruelty of war hanging in the time library next door?

As the boss, Wei Ran didn't care, and the Kajianka sisters who nominally stopped working for him naturally wouldn't waste time on this clue.

For them, October is just around the corner, and they are about to start closing the net against the recruited Beiwei family.After all, this is the real first battle of the Hella organization, so there is no room for distraction.

Not only sisters Katenka, Sui Sui was also busy kicking the back of his head, but Wei Ran was so idle that he could only scratch his itch—he was indeed scratching his itch, the camping the day before yesterday really allowed him to relax and adjust his mentality. But because Beria arched the tent door open, he was also bitten by mosquitoes in the wild.

Having nothing to do left and right, he simply asked Greva to borrow two thugs who were also idle, drove around the city in a van, and bought two oversized stainless steel steamers and one or two hundred ones. With the help and guidance of the little girl Lola, I tried to make all kinds of canned food in the yard.

Today, although there are not as many potatoes planted in this yard as last year, there are so many vegetables and the ghost ginger that he grew that he can't finish eating.

Even the hawthorn tree he transplanted, which was as thick as a wrist, had a lot of sour fruits.But what made him happiest was that several jasmine seedlings from Helen Island had grown in the flowerbed outside the window.

On the harvested vegetable field in the south of the yard, the charcoal fire in the fire pit is roasting the stainless steel steamer that has already emitted steam.

On the table next to it, the cleaned glass jars were neatly arranged one by one. The little girl Lola, who is quite talented as a cook, put the seasoning in the front with the seasoning jar, and the two punks were busy picking the freshly picked And the washed various fruits and vegetables were put in by category and filled with pure water.

As for a well-known historian, he needs to be responsible for such a complicated and extremely technically demanding job as putting on the lid.Of course, he also placed the canning jars on the steaming rack in the pot, and put the lid on the pot at the great risk of falling into the pot.

After a whole day of busy work, at noon, Greva purchased urgently and put them on the metal shelves in the basement of the library, and they were already filled with homemade cans by category.

"Boss, can we finish eating so many cans?" Lola, who had been busy all day and didn't go to sell coffee, asked cautiously while wiping her sweaty steamed bun face.

"If you finish eating, you must finish eating."

Wei Ran muttered to himself, but then turned his head and said to Greva, who was accompanying him behind him, "Greva, you have to do me a favor tomorrow."

"What's the matter?" Greva asked subconsciously.

"Put shelves all around this room against the walls"

Wei Ran paused, "Buy me another 50 bags of rice and 50 barrels of cooking oil, as well as various seasonings and put them here. Also, ask your friends if they can get all kinds of ingredients with a long enough shelf life. I can also help me buy cans. Buy a shelf, that’s all, and buy a few more barrels of fuel, and buy two extra generators to put in the room next door.”

"Gulu" Greva swallowed, "I, I'll go buy it tomorrow!"

"Tell me if you don't have enough money"

Wei Ran gave tips of [-] rubles to the two gangsters who helped each other and walked towards the gate. As for Greva, naturally he didn't need to tip, so that would be a bit insulting to him.

"It's over." Lola patted her forehead and whispered, "Is the boss crazy?"

"I'll go shopping tomorrow at noon"

Greva lowered his head, leaned close to Lola's ear and whispered, "Aurora must still be working overtime now, go and ask her, if she refuses to buy, send me a message immediately."

"Yes!" Lola's eyes lit up, and she ran out, "I'll ask!"

"Boss, Victor"

"To shut up!"

Greva didn't wait for the little brother beside him to finish speaking, and touched the back of his head, "You two don't sleep today, go and ask immediately, where can I buy cheap and high-quality things."

"Which things?" The little gangster asked with a blank expression on the back of his head.

"idiot!"

Another little gangster said as he walked out, "Of course it's what Boss Victor needs."

"It's not that I don't buy it. Crack!"

This little bastard in his early 20s hadn't finished speaking when the back of his head hit Greva's palm again.

It's a pity that Sui Sui, who just came back from Petersburg, unconditionally stood on Wei Ran's side this time, compared to Greva who knew how to live, and even made an additional list of reserve materials that needed to be purchased and handed it to Luo pull.

Another two days passed in a blink of an eye, and with the help of Lola, Greva finally brought his idle brothers to purchase all kinds of reserve materials, and additionally added them with the purchased vacuum packaging machine. A layer of plastic vacuum packaging is enough to fill the two originally unoccupied rooms in the basement.

While Wei Ran was trying to erase the horrible memory of hunger in various ways, on the afternoon of September 9th, An Feiya, who was busy in the office with Sui Sui, hurried back to the villa and found Wei Ran was cleaning a titanium alloy pistol by the early lit fireplace.

"What's wrong?" Wei Ran asked while assembling the parts on the small table.

"Just now, I got a call."

Anfeiya picked up the kettle on the table, picked up a beautiful cup, filled it with a cup of warm hawthorn leaf tea, poured half of the cup down first, and then said, "Call me, listen to the voice Young, the other party said he was Lucky Luke's younger brother, and wanted to come and make a deal with us."

"Who?" Wei Ran raised his head in surprise.

"Lucky Luke's younger brother," Anfeya repeated, "the lucky Luke's younger brother who died a while ago, at least that's what the other party said."

"Walk"

While speaking, Wei Ran had already picked up the suede blanket on his legs, got up and threw it on the recliner, and walked out the door, "How big does the other party sound?"

"The voice is very young, but it should have passed the voice change period. I guess it is between 17 and 20 years old." An Feiya paused and continued, "The other party asked to meet at the airport."

"Just called you?" Wei Ran opened the door and sat in the cab while speaking.

"Yes" Anfeya gave a short response while getting into the co-pilot, Wei Ran also started the car at the same time.

Before the armored pickup truck left the yard, Anfeiya, who had already fastened her seat belt, continued, "The other party's tone was trembling, nervous, and panicked."

"Sit tight"

Before Wei Ran finished his sentence, he stepped on the accelerator.Immediately, the armored pickup truck, whose electronic speed limit had been removed by Ji Ma, also picked up its speed, and rushed towards the airport outside the city at lightning speed.

At the same time, Anfeiya also opened her laptop, tapped the keyboard, and opened pages one by one from time to time.

When the car drove into the parking lot of the airport, Wei Ran asked while stepping on the brakes, "What did you find?"

"No valuable information has been found so far"

Anfeiya paused, "There is only one piece of news from yesterday. The deaths of the lucky Luke and others were classified as accidents caused by natural disasters, and the autopsy report in the police station was also falsified."

"This is where it gets interesting"

Wei Ran muttered, then pushed open the car door and asked while putting on a baseball cap and mask for himself, "Where is the person?"

"Airport"

When Anfeiya caught up, she also put on a light blue fisherman's hat, and pulled up the collar of her leather jacket by the way.

When the two of them arrived at the airport pick-up gate, they could see from a distance that there was a young man wearing a cowboy hat sitting in a dark place not far from the two-meter-tall airport worker. On the green hiking bag.

In his hands, he also held a mobile phone with a bright screen and a power bank connected to the mobile phone.

"That's the man"

An Feiya leaned against the railing at the airport, turned her back to the young man and whispered to Wei Ran beside her, "He said he was waiting at the airport, wearing flip flops, and holding a mobile phone in his hand. And a power bank, and a cowboy hat on his head."

"Take him to the car," Wei Ran said, turning around and walking into the distance.

After waiting for a while, Anfeiya turned around, took off her fisherman hat and waved at the young man who had been watching. At the same time, she also took out her mobile phone and dialed his number.

Without waiting for the call to be connected, the young man stood up immediately, first glanced at the phone screen, then at Anfeiya and her left and right, followed by the young man immediately picked up a dark green mountaineering bag He threw it on his shoulder, and ran over with his flip flops holding his shoulders.

"Ah!"

The young man sneezed before reaching Anfeya's side, then sniffled vigorously, and then said nervously in English, "I'm looking for Victor, you are the Victor faction." Did you come?"

"Believe it or not"

Anfeiya glanced at the young man's complexion, then turned around and said as she walked, "Come with me, I'll take you to see Victor."

Hearing this, the young man hesitated for a moment, finally gritted his teeth, hugged the mountaineering bag in his arms tightly, and under Wei Ran's peek not far away, he followed behind Anfeiya tremblingly, and walked obediently to the parking lot field direction.