War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 1093 The Gunner's Declaration
At 51:[-] in the evening, Wei Ran threw the stolen bicycle into the sea, stepped on the trestle of the pier to board the old freighter, and exchanged an ordinary-looking card for a job as a sailor at the same time.

In the parking lot by the beach, a homeless man with needle holes all over his arms and smelling of alcohol walked straight to Wei Ran's parking lot as usual.

Compared with training cats and dogs, training people is undoubtedly much simpler, so it only took four days, and the cost of a Japanese curry rice, a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of wine every night, successfully made the original The homeless man, who was laying the floor in a nearby park, came to the parking lot on time at [-]:[-] every night to look for Wei Ran's car.

The first time Wei Ran made this carefully selected homeless man willing to come to the parking lot, he used the excuse of needing a helper to change his tires.

Taking advantage of the tire changing time, he also had a delicious dinner and became friends with the other party.

After using alcohol to guide the homeless man to talk about how he used to be, how he was down after the company went bankrupt, and other random stories, Wei Ran also suggested that if he needed, he could come here every night to help He cleaned the car and got a dinner by the way.

After confirming that this man was greedy enough with two banknotes deliberately thrown under the car door, Wei Ran became more and more enthusiastic about this homeless man. The arrogance of the great man.

As the saying goes, promoting Mien, fighting Miqiu, this truth is not to say that there is no fault in China, but it is a solid truth in Australia, where the descendants of criminals are everywhere.

Because of this, when the homeless man who was cultivated by Wei Ran saw the concealed car door and the scattered banknotes in the car, the homeless man who once boasted that he was an executive of a certain company did not hesitate at all. Then he got into the car and frantically picked up the banknotes that were visible to the naked eye, but at the same time his hand was cut by some broken glass scattered on the rear seat.

But compared to that little pain, the thicker and thicker banknotes in his hand made the eyes of this homeless man who smelled of alcohol and sweat and body odor grow stronger and stronger.

Exiting the car and looking around, the homeless man looked at the car key inserted in the keyhole.By the time he made a decision in accordance with his heart, his body had already sat in the driver's cab, slammed into the door with a "bang", turned the keyhole to start the car, and drove this off-road vehicle roaring left the parking lot.

At the same time, Wei Ran, who had already changed into the freighter's overalls but did not take off his mask and baseball cap, just changed into a pair of white gloves, also noticed the spam text message he had just received.

He didn't even need to click on it, let alone take out the authenticator to log in to the mailbox. He knew that this email was notifying him that the rented car had started to move.

And this absolutely accurate positioning information was intercepted by Anfeiya after she hacked into the car rental platform of the car rental company.

At this point, he didn't have any worries, and walked slowly into a dirty cabin, found an unoccupied place, took out the food box, put the P22 pistol in the waterproof bag together with the unused All the magazines and other things were put in.

Not long after, the freighter also left the pier in the dark and slowly headed for New Guinea.And the off-road vehicle rented by Wei Ran has already left Darwin Port with a homeless man who started to dream.

As for the edge of the beach, the old couple were still sitting on the bench leaning against each other, wearing the same big towel, head to head, quietly looking at the direction of the beach in the distance.

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In the middle of the night, Wei Ran tied the clothes he was wearing when committing the crime and a large wrench he picked up with iron wire, put them in a sack and threw them into the dark sea.

A little earlier than this, the old couple who hadn't returned home for a long time were finally discovered by the bodyguards who came out to look for them.

Soon, the edge of the beach was surrounded by the police with a cordon. Not long after, the two corpses that had already ossified were also caught in the shutters of the surrounding reporters who came after hearing the news. He was put on a stretcher and put into a car to be taken away.

A little earlier than this, half an hour after Wei Ran killed the two old couples, on the top floor of the abandoned military base at the eastern foot of the Ural Mountains, a huge meeting room that was cleared temporarily and urgently has been transformed into a strong enough cell.

But in this cell, only Chiba Genan, who returned to Russia instead of Wei Ran, was locked up.

And outside the solid steel railings, Anfeya was still sitting on a Soviet-style single sofa.

The girl crossed her legs, and on the table in front of her was an electric shock device, but her hands were busy folding a piece of A4 paper full of Chinese characters into a paper airplane.

"Tom"

Anfeya paused, and while aiming at Chiba Katoo in the steel railing with the folded paper plane, she asked in English, "My boss asked me to ask you if you want to be an anti-French silk-absorbing hero."

"What do you want me to do?" Chiba Genan, who realized something was wrong, asked cautiously - even though his name was not Tom at all.

"This is your speech," Anfeiya said, lightly tossing the paper airplane in her hand.

Under the gaze of Chiba Genan, the paper plane passed through the cracks in the steel railing lightly, and finally flew to his feet slowly. Before he could pick up the paper plane, Anfeiya said, "Wait!" Next, I will take you to change clothes and make up, and then I need you to shoot a video."

"Like Taliban being responsible for 911?" Chiba Genan asked feebly. Although he hadn't had time to look at the contents of the paper airplane, he had already guessed the general idea.

"No, no, of course it's different. We represent justice."

Anfeiya stood up slowly, "You can also refuse, we just need someone to stand up and condemn Fa Susi, if you don't want to be the hero, let Jerry next door be the hero."

Hearing this, Chiba Genan subconsciously looked at the wall outside the iron railing not far away. There was a glass window no more than one meter square on the wall.

On the other side of the glass window is also a railing, and inside the railing is the half-race girl Jerry who is looking at this.

Taking a deep breath, Chiba Genan nodded resignedly, picked up the paper airplane at his feet with great effort, unfolded it and said, "I need to familiarize myself with the speech."

"You have 2 minutes." Anfeya said, put on the hood, opened the door and walked out of the conference room that turned into a prison cell.

Outside the conference room, apart from four Hela girls wearing white hoods, there were 14 teenagers also wearing white hoods, uniform hunting suits and high-waisted boots.

"Later, you will be responsible for escorting a prisoner to meeting room 5"

Anfeiya closed the door behind her, and knocked on the LCD TV hanging on the wall, "You have seen what this scum did on the TV just now, so put away your weak and useless sympathy, we Everything you do now is punishing the cancer in this world."

"Yes!"

The 14 teenagers from all over the world responded in kind with childish but uncluttered voices.

He nodded towards the girl Hela next to her, and the latter immediately opened the small metal box on the trolley beside her.

There is nothing else in this box, only 14 PSS micro-sound pistols that are still equipped in the former Soviet Union countries, and boxes of SP4 silent bullets.

There was no need to issue an order at all, these teenagers lined up, each took a pistol and a box of bullets and returned to the line, ejected the empty magazines very skillfully, pressed the bullets in one by one, and then pushed the bullets to load. Prepare.

Seeing this, Anfeiya took over a neat suit, a black balaclava with only eyes exposed, and a black hat with Shrike, Tom and Jerry from a Hela girl. motorcycle helmet.

Turning around and walking into the room, one of the Hella girls used wire cutters to open the thick wire that fixed the iron door.

After Anfeiya put the clothes in her hand on the carpet and took a step back, the girl Hella who was holding the wire cutters pulled out a wrench and threw it to Chiba.

Picking up the wrench that almost hit him, Chiba Genan unscrewed the bolt on the iron ring that stuck his ankle, and then obediently pushed the wrench against the floor to the feet of the Hela girl.

From being sent on the plane to here, both he and Jerry next door have resisted more than once, but each time, in return, they only get electric shock devices pressed all over the body, and all kinds of minor injuries. But the punishment is extremely painful.

Fortunately, training people is much easier than training animals, so although it didn't take long, both Chiba Kato and Jerry next door have successfully learned to obey.

When the girl from Hella picked up the wrench, Chiba Genan took off the hospital gown under Anfeya's indifferent gaze, and honestly changed into the full set of underwear and suit that fit him perfectly. As well as leather shoes, ties, and pocket squares.

In the end, he put on the black hood that only exposed his eyes. Chiba Genan picked up the motorcycle helmet and observed it carefully. Finally, with a wry smile that only he knew, he put the helmet on his head.

"You may have lost your freedom, but as long as you cooperate well, you will live a completely different and meaningful life."

After Anfeiya finished speaking, she turned around and walked out of the cell, seemingly not worried about what Chiba Genan, who had lost his restraint behind him, would do.

Taking a deep breath secretly, Chiba Genan tightly grasped the paper airplane full of words, wisely kept a distance of three meters away from Anfeiya, and walked out of the cell step by step, and then, he was caught A total of 14 thin figures wearing headgear surrounded the middle with pistols in hand.

"I would like you to do something"

Anfeiya, who was walking in front, seemed to be egging him on, "These kids haven't killed anyone yet, and they've only received less than a month of training, so Mr. Tom, this may be your last chance to resist."

"never mind"

Chiba Genan lowered his head in resignation, and obediently followed the dangerous woman walking in front, walked along the corridor to the other end of this floor, and entered a room at the end.

This room is extremely neatly arranged, with a solid wooden display rack that goes straight to the ceiling on both sides and the wall facing the door.

On these display shelves, there are sets of Korean comic books and figures of various anime characters. In addition, there are posters of various girl groups, various knives, several boxes of Korean soju and several Buttoned photo frames, plus a variety of cups.

And on the only table, there was a Walther P22 pistol with a screwed silencer and black hand glue wrapped around the silencer.

In a transparent acrylic box next to the pistol, there are .22LR bullets with dyed or undyed bullets, rolls of hand glue of various colors, and empty magazines.

"Go to the chair behind the desk and sit down," Anfeiya ordered in English.

After a little hesitation, Chiba Genan went around the table and sat on the chair prepared for him.

She took out a high imitation Panerai watch showing the local time in South Korea from her pocket and put it on the table, Anfeiya then took out another piece of paper and pushed it to the other party, "This is the little action you have to do next, first Put your watch on."

After taking the paper and glanced at it, Chiba Genan fell into despair.

This piece of paper required him to do only three things when he was speaking, pretending to show the time on the dial unintentionally, pressing bullets in the magazine according to his usual habits while speaking, and replacing the silencer with a new one. Hand glue.

"Let's do the first rehearsal first"

Anfeiya opened the camera on the wall on the side of the door while speaking, "This time you can read the manuscript and do what you are asked to do. Remember to use Korean with a few Japanese words in between. This time you have 5 minutes."

After finishing speaking, she simply left the room and closed the door.

Subconsciously looking around, Chiba Genan picked up the P22 pistol and pulled the slide, then skillfully disassembled it and checked it again.

What made him unbelievable was that this pistol did not lose any parts at all, and at the same time, all the numbers of the gun were also thwarted.

Subconsciously picked up a bullet, but he regained consciousness immediately, and then put on the watch resignedly, while pressing the bullet in the magazine according to the usual habit, which had no propellant but was differentiated with paint, while Read the manuscript on the table in Korean:

"Friends from all over the world, maybe you have noticed the murder at Mindil Beach, Darwin, Australia in the news, if you haven't seen it, at the end of the video, I will attach a related news link .

Now, I need to explain to myself the motive of this murder.

I'm a freelance gunslinger living in the shadows where the sun never shines, and every penny of my money comes from murdering every innocent being bid.

It doesn't matter whether he is young or old, male or female, whether he is a hamster, a recruiter, or a Chinese, a Filipino, or an Australian, as long as there is a bid, I will find and kill him.

Like this time, initially the couple hired me to kill a couple of young kids who shared a photo album, as did they originally kill a buyer who tried to buy that photo album.

In the beginning, it was just a business, and I admit that I killed some of the children, but the murder of the children was not the reason I killed my employer.

The real reason is that I inadvertently learned that the photo album records the process of massacring Australian and British prisoners of war by a nuclear recruiter during the Sandakan Death March during World War II.

That's right, my employer, his father is the Sergeant who is also an executioner, and that Sergeant is still alive today, and his grandson has even become an independent member of Parliament in Australia.

I don’t want to quarrel with that sergeant who is the damned demon, and I’m not curious why Australia, which was also invaded by recruiters and massacred surrendered soldiers, would allow a descendant of recruiters to serve as them Parliamentarians of this country.

But as a former Hanbang person, I keep in mind the 37 massacres carried out by the nuclear army on our land during World War II, and the at least 8 innocent people who were taken away by the nuclear law to serve as comfort women woman.

I admit that I am an executioner who survives by killing. I admit that I have killed men, women, old people and children. I even helped a woman who was broken in love kill the husky raised by her ex-boyfriend.

I admit that I may be a demon like Zhao Douchun, but even so, I am ashamed to cover up his crimes for an executioner who once slaughtered 160 prisoners of war.

When I am still alive in the future, I will still make a living by killing people. Maybe the next one I kill will be you in front of the video, maybe I will be killed by someone or caught by the police in the next second.

But even so, I don't want to be an accomplice of False, let alone cover up his crimes for a False who is still alive.

At the end of the video, I will post the photo and address of the surviving Frenchman, as well as the identity information of the Australian Independent Member of Parliament.

As for the photo album, sorry, it is not in my hands at the moment, but for those children who risked their lives to protect that photo album, please rest assured that I will not do anything to you again. "

After reading the manuscript, Chiba Genan also just replaced the silencer with dark blue hand glue, and on the manuscript paper in front of him, there was also a row of five magazines full of bullets.

Just when he was staring at these things on the table in a daze, the door covered with a thick layer of sound-absorbing cotton was also pushed open by Anfeya from the outside, and in her hand was a steaming meals.

"This is a reward for you. After eating, you have 10 minutes to rest, and then we will conduct the second rehearsal." Anfeya also took away the camera that was still working, and helped Chiba Genan closed the door.

Dazed for a moment, Chiba Genan looked at the food on the table, then at the decorations around him, followed by a long breath, slowly took off the motorcycle helmet and headgear, picked up the With a wooden spoon, he scooped up a big mouthful of soft stewed beef and put it into his mouth.

In the next few days, Anfeiya asked Chiba Genan to rehearse his heroic scenes in front of the camera over and over again.

And the real murderer, Wei Ran, also successfully left Australia and boarded the land of Indonesia after some twists and turns, and then after hiding for a while, he was first pushed onto a shelf in the form of goods and flew back to the monkey country of the Philippines. Then, as a tropical fruit, he was pushed into an Il-76 transport plane that often flies here to transport fruit by air in recent days.

When he finally stepped out of his family's transport plane as an unarmed historian and stepped on the abandoned Soviet-era runway near the Inta Hot Springs camp, which was refurbished by Spike, an edited and voice-changed The video was also sent to the Internet by a Ukrainian girl who was recruiting to study abroad, using a mobile phone discarded by a drunk in a bar.

However, compared to the waves caused by this video, Wei Ran, who just got off the plane, paid more attention to another matter.

"Dmitry, how much money have you lost these days?" Wei Ran looked at the boxes of tropical fruits carried out of the cargo hold by the hunters, and asked in pain.

"Losing money? Why are you losing money?" the chatty captain Dmitry asked in confusion.

"You haven't lost money after flying so many times these days?" Wei Ran said, pointing to the Il-76 transport plane beside him.

"This is a transport plane"

Dmitry said proudly, "Although the airlifts are tropical fruits, this is Siberia. We won't lose money, we just earn less."

(End of this chapter)