War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 1570: The Broken Card Game Mutual Aid Association and Hela

With a false yet sincere apology, Wei Ran hung up the phone call which probably would have allowed Mr. Edward to catch the sunrise. He had just said with certainty that he was about to catch a plane, but then he turned over and continued to sleep soundly.

Unfortunately, just when he was about to fall asleep, Belia, who had heard the noise outside the door, could not wait any longer and pulled the door handle to open the door, pulling the quilt off Wei Ran.

"I can't take you out for a walk today."

Wei Ran, whose sweet dream was also disturbed, helplessly rubbed the huge dog's head that came close to him. Then he could only yawn and get up, changed his clothes, and walked to the first floor with Belia, who was shaking his head and wagging his tail excitedly.

However, what made Belia a little disappointed was that the person who took it out to play was not Wei Ran, but the new owner Lyubov who had been responsible for taking care of it recently.

Watching Liubov being dragged out of the house by the dog, Wei Ran, hiding behind the curtains, stretched comfortably, yawned, and sat back on the sofa in the small living room on the second floor, allowing Mrs. Samantha to bring him breakfast.

At the same time, in the basement of the library, the girls who had been assigned weapons were already sitting on the sofa, and with the help of their "partners on the Internet", they were monitoring and analyzing Edward's movements at any time.

On the screen hanging on the wall, Mr. Edward, who had just received a call from Wei Ran, had already sent an email via email, conveying the "bad news" he had received to that Messer. By the way, he also said that he would try to find a way through another friend this evening to see if he could arrange an appointment with "that historian" to meet at a suitable place in the near future.

Less than two minutes after Edward sent the email, on another surveillance screen, Messer also issued an order in an anonymous telegram group, "The scholars will leave by plane in half an hour. You have a two-day window."

"We have arrived in St. Petersburg and are preparing to take the afternoon flight to Kazan," said one person in the Telegram group.

"Do it as soon as possible." Messer tapped the screen and sent an urgent message.

"We will be able to reach Kazan in the evening, and we can start as early as tomorrow morning."

The avatar who had just responded made a promise, and then sent a second message, "Has the retreat route been arranged?"

"Go to Sochi, and someone will take you away when you get there." After saying this, Messer sent a phone number to the Telegram group.

On the same morning, Susu, who was still hungover, let the Kajianka sisters help her dress up and take her to the off-road vehicle and head straight to the airport. Before this polar town woke up, she took a waiting plane to the hot spring camp that she had built with her own hands.

“Is the network down?”

In the last row of a private plane preparing to land above the hot spring camp, Anfisa whispered into her sister's ear.

Anfia made an OK gesture and whispered into her sister's ear, "It was interrupted yesterday evening due to a technical failure. Now, apart from my laptop, not even a KB of data can be transmitted out of the camp."

Hearing this, Anfisa shook her head regretfully, "If we had known it was so safe here, we should have stayed with the boss in Kazan."

“You’re just itchy.”

Anfia ruthlessly exposed her sister's true plan, and at the same time she couldn't help but sigh, because she also wanted to catch mice.

As the Hela girls were waiting, time passed by minute by minute. In the surveillance video, Mr. Edward's mansion was also shrouded in rain.

By the evening, the rain showed no sign of abating, but a high-end car drove out of the mansion, ready to go to a card game.

"It's about to begin"

In the basement of the library, following a reminder from a Hela girl, the other girls looked over.

Somewhere in the UK, Charlotte arrived at the home of her poker friend Mr. Allen early in the morning accompanied by her friend, bodyguard and butler Matt. He also brought the lovely little boy Matthew with him.

A little later, Ms. Kate, also an old friend, arrived at Mr. Allen's house on time in the rain.

"The only one missing is Mr. Edward."

Charlotte glanced at the watch on her cuff, "Why hasn't he come yet?"

"Charlotte, are you already impatient to lose money to us?" Mrs. Kate, with her head full of silver hair, teased with a smile.

“I won’t lose money this time”

Charlotte said proudly, "Matthew is a math genius. He will definitely help me win all your chips."

"Then we have to be careful," Mrs. Kate, who also loves children, joked with a smile.

Of course, they didn't know that Mr. Edward, who was sitting in the car at this moment, was rear-ended by an ordinary car in the continuous rain and had to stop on the side of the road.

"I'm sorry sir, are you not hurt?"

Before the car stopped, a beautiful girl who looked less than 20 years old got out of the car behind. She was wearing a sexy hip skirt in this rainy weather and ran over hurriedly in high heels that should never be worn when driving.

Edward, who was originally a little angry, couldn't help but look over subconsciously. His driver also opened the car door and prepared to check the damage to the rear of the car.

However, just as the car door opened and he stepped out, the girl holding the umbrella apologetically opened the door for him, but the car behind him "slipped" next to this car as if it had forgotten to pull the handbrake.

At the same time, the sexy and beautiful girl had pulled out a CP99 "toy pistol" from her lower back, which was an almost perfect replica of the Walther P99, but was powered by a small carbon dioxide cylinder.

Before the driver could react, she had already pressed the muzzle of the gun against his lower back. By the way, her other hand also pressed the door lock unlock button on the driver's door.

As if it had been rehearsed countless times, the rear door of the car that slipped in from behind was pushed open from the inside, and soon after, two young men in suits and wired headphones came out smoothly.

"Click"

Before Edward in the car could react, one of the guys had already opened the door, got in and sat next to Mr. Edward.

"Hello again, Mr. Edward. Do you still remember me? (Chapter 1256)"

The young man in a suit who squeezed into the back seat of the car asked with suppressed hatred, and at the same time he unbuttoned his suit jacket, took out a Nokia candy bar phone connected to headphones from the inside pocket of his suit, and showed the cigarette box wrapped with tape on the back cover of the phone, and the red and blue wires that flew from the cigarette box through the speaker hole of the phone and into the inside of the phone.

"It's you!"

When Edward saw the other person's face clearly, his expression changed immediately. He asked in horror, "How come you are still alive!"

"It seems you have recognized me"

The young man shook the object in his hand with satisfaction and said, "There are 150 grams of RDX explosives in it. In order to prevent you from not knowing what RDX is, please allow me to explain it.

With the same volume, its power is 1.5 times that of TNT, so even though it is only 150 grams, it is enough to blow the car and the people inside into pieces.”

Just as he finished explaining, another young man in a suit got into the cab and locked the door. He also showed the same explosive he took out of his pocket. "Another good news. We each have a piece of this explosive."

Then he took out a device similar to a dash cam from his pocket, stuck it on the rearview mirror, and connected the power cord to the cigarette lighter socket.

A little earlier than this, the sexy and beautiful woman had already pointed the air pistol at the driver and got into the car next to her.

It sounds long, but in fact, from the time the rear-end collision occurred to the time the two cars got moving again, it was only more than 20 seconds at most.

“Now we can have a good chat.”

In Edward's car, the young man in a suit who got in first put the homemade explosive back into his jacket pocket while talking, and then handcuffed Edward's hands behind his back.

Only after he was sure that the old man had lost the ability to resist did he take out his cell phone from his pocket and connect it to something that looked like a power bank. He asked confidently, "You must have recognized the driver, right? That was my brother. You loved him the most and loved to torture him the most."

Without waiting for Edward to respond, the young man said, "Look, not only am I alive, he's alive too, so you'd better not resist, otherwise we don't mind doing to you what you did to us.

Also, I forgot to tell you that we are both infected with AIDS. Unless God is willing to kiss our dicks, we don’t have many years to live, so you don’t have to worry about the two of us still wanting to live. ”

After a long silence, Edward glanced at the phone on the passenger seat and asked coldly, "What are you going to do?"

"Don't worry, there is no option to answer questions in our mission."

The man sitting next to Edward said, taking out a cell phone without a card inserted, and showing Edward pictures one by one, "Do you remember these? You killed the liar named Herbert in order to find these things (Chapter 1348)."

It was not until Edward, whose face was pale, nodded that the young man in a suit sitting next to him said, "In the next few days, the two of us will serve as your bodyguards, assistants, and drivers. Now, what are you going to do?"

Before Edward could speak, the young man in a suit reminded him, "You'd better be honest. Even if you can escape our blast range, our friends will publish the ugly photos of you and your politician friends to the whole world."

  After uttering this real threat, Edward was completely desperate. If all his politician friends were dragged into this, he would lose the possibility of turning the tables. Even he and his family might be killed by their former allies!

"I'm going to join a card game organized by my friends," Edward said in a hoarse voice.

"I guess you ran into an old friend you haven't seen for many years, so I can only regretfully inform your friend that I have to cancel the appointment."

The young man sitting next to him said, having already picked up Edward's phone again and asked, "Who is your friend?"

"Alan," Edward swallowed, "his number is on my most recent call."

"You'd better act normal when you call," the young man in a suit reminded with a smile.

  At the same time, Edward was horrified to find that the mobile phone, which was less than half a meter away from his face, moved on its own, as if someone was controlling it, and found Mr. Allen's number and dialed it - even turning on the speakerphone for him!

"It's Mr. Edward's call."

In a beautiful manor on the outskirts of the city, Alan, who was sharing a cigar with Mr. Charlotte, was talking on the phone indirectly and also turned on the speakerphone.

"Edward, how long will it take you to get there?" Alan asked with a smile, "Now you are the only one missing."

"I'm sorry, Alan, I may not be able to attend the arranged card game."

On the phone, Edward said apologetically, "I just ran into an old friend I haven't seen in many years. I'm afraid we need to have a good chat."

"You can bring your friends along," Alan said generously.

However, what he didn't expect was that before Edward on the phone could even open his mouth, a soft moan came from the receiver that made his heart, which was no longer young, tremble - it was obviously a moan coming from a man.

Hearing the busy tone coming from his hand, Alan and Charlotte, who also looked stunned, looked at each other. The latter reacted and covered the ears of little Matthew beside her with both hands as if to make up for her loss.

"It seems that Mr. Edward really has no time this evening," Alan said with a smile.

"Then let Matthew take Mr. Edward's place."

Charlotte stopped covering Matthew's ears as she spoke, and asked kindly, "Matthew, what poker games do you usually play?"

"Fight the Landlord!"

Matthew uttered a particularly standard Chinese word and said excitedly, "Sister Koko taught us this. Aunt Monica, Uncle Tasi and I often play this game! The loser has to stick a piece of paper on his face!"

"In that case, let's play this poker game."

Mrs. Kate, who had just heard the enchanting sound, also joined the topic to ease the embarrassment.

While the three old guys were learning how to play Landlord with Matthew, the young man in a suit sitting next to Edward in his car put Edward's cell phone and the unknown device connected to it back on the passenger seat.

“Now I can answer your question.”

The young man patted Edward's cheek gently, but at this time, the old guy just trembled uncontrollably and did not dare to resist or even dodge.

"We are looking for you because we hope you can help us do something."

"What. What happened?" Edward asked carefully.

"We won't come to you without sufficient reason and preparation."

The young man sitting next to him paused and said, "However, our target is Mr. Ohad Mesir. You should know what we are going to do."

When Edward heard the name, he seemed to be stunned for a moment, and a look of horror appeared on his face. "You... Are you also his cargo? Are you looking for that ship?"

"Have you just realized that you've been deceived?"

The young man in the suit suppressed his confusion and asked back according to the prompts in the headset.

Without giving Edward a chance to speak, the young man continued in a nonchalant tone, "Of course, you can choose to help him, but if we can't accomplish what we want to do. Then I will find your son, daughter, and their children, and we will sleep with all of them.

You must not know that your son has also patronized our "business". You may not know that the children your daughter gave birth to are all your driver's."

"What can I get in return for helping you?" Edward, who was already covered in cold sweat, asked with a pale face. "I can grant you one wish, just one wish."

The young man sitting next to him hooked his arm around Edward's neck and whispered in his ear, "You can let one person live, anyone you choose, but you have to make a decision now."

"Me! Let me live! Please! Let me live!" Edward said without even thinking.

The young man driving the car raised his head and glanced at the device he had just installed on the rearview mirror, with a hint of sarcasm on his face.

"Let's start with your relationship with Mesir."

The young man, who still had his arms around Edward's neck, whispered in his ear, "Let's start with the simplest thing first. Let's see how much water there is in your words."

"Speak louder so I can hear it too." The young man driving the car reminded without turning his head.

"us."

Edward gritted his teeth and reluctantly, but not at all daring to, spilled out the sinful secrets one by one.

In Kazan, in the basement of the Time Library, Wei Ran, sitting on the sofa, listened expressionlessly to Edward's narration on the speakers and the translation of a girl named Hela not far away.

According to Edward's description, he and Mr. Ohad Messer met in Poland seven or eight years ago when they participated in a charity auction in the name of "commemorating the victims of World War II."

As the name of the event suggests, the attendees are basically all idiots.

Because he bought a valuable missing World War II oil painting at an auction that he really liked, Edward became friends with the seller of the painting, Mechel. Soon after that, he was brought into a small organization called the "Mutual Aid Association for Families of Victims of World War II."

However, this so-called mutual assistance does not mean helping those compatriots who are living in poverty, but rather uniting and leveraging their respective advantages to become "businessmen."

He is indeed a businessman. As the "vice president", Messer has an almost endless supply of "young goods".

However, when Wei Ran asked the young man in the car to ask who the president of the mutual aid association was through Miss Hela's translation, Edward shook his head and replied, "I don't know. Except for Mr. Messer, I'm afraid no one knows who the president is."

'New problems'

The young man in the carriage said as requested in the headset, "Is Mesir doing anything recently?"

"He is about to take action against a Chinese historian." Edward said.

"Chinese historian?"

The young man in the carriage asked, "What historian? When did he become interested in historians?"

"It seems that the historian may have something that could cause him trouble." Edward answered uncertainly, "It's the Chinese historian Victor who has been appearing on the online news recently."

"Tell us all your plans"

"I don't know much." Edward paused and told everything he knew.

"He has begun to suspect Mr. Mehill"

In the basement of the library, Apoli said with a smile, "Once the seed of doubt is planted, we just need to water it with questions one by one, and the seed will sprout and grow at an unimaginable speed.

You see, his attitude is much more proactive now. What do you think he is thinking? "

"He wants revenge?" one of the Hela girls said first.

"He wants to verify whether Mr. Messer approached him intentionally," another Hela girl gave the answer.

"Go on," Apoli said without comment.

"I haven't thought about it that much yet."

The girl was obviously not confident enough. "According to the information we know, he met those two men ten years ago, but he and Messer met by accident seven or eight years ago.

But just now, our megaphone directly mentioned the name of Ohad Mehill, and he began to doubt Mr. Mehill's purpose in contacting him."

“I don’t want forward-looking analysis results.”

Apoli looked at Wei Ran with a smile, "What about you? What do you think?"

"Is this considered a test?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.

"I don't like working with idiots, and I don't like protecting idiots even more," said Apoli with a smile.

"Didn't you work for that idiot Gorbachev back then?"

Wei Ran secretly complained in his heart, but said something else, "This girl is right. He wants to verify whether Mr. Mehill approached him intentionally, because at this moment, trouble has already come to Mr. Edward.

He had reason to doubt whether he had taken the risk on behalf of Mr. Mehill. Even if not, he would suffer heavy losses this time. So the only way he could choose to trade was…”

Having said this, Wei Ran paused, looked up at the young girls sitting opposite him and said, "The only advantage of the Warts is that they like to make deals. To them, everything, including their God, is a commodity to be sold."

"So?" Apoli asked with a smile.

“He wanted to make a deal.”

Wei Ran took a sip of the hawthorn leaf tea that Liu Bofu had made for him. "Ever since he started to reveal their plans against me, he has been planning to trade his own life with Mr. Messer, including the mutual aid society and the president behind the mutual aid society."

"Do you want to trade?" Apoli continued to ask.

"certainly"

Wei Ran spread his hands, "Why not?"

"Boss, what will happen after the deal is over?" A tall, fair-skinned girl asked seriously, gritting her teeth, "Will you kill him?"

"I am a historian"

Wei Ran spread his hands, "I can't do such a horrible thing as killing someone."

Seeing that the girl who asked the question had tears in her eyes, and seeing that the other girls around her also lowered their heads, Wei Ran added slowly, "After the deal between him and me is over, he and the two boys we support will all be free.

I believe that those two guys will give Mr. Edward, who has lost all his chips, an unforgettable memory. "

After saying this, the girls also raised their heads in surprise.

"you"

Wei Ran pointed at the girl who had dared to ask the question, "What's your name?"

"Lilia"

The girl answered in Russian and stood up subconsciously.

"Where are you from?" Wei Ran continued to ask.

“Vorkuta nomads.”

"Where were you from before?" Wei Ran asked before the other party finished speaking.

"Boss, I was born in Wall"

"What about dreams? In dreams, where do you come from?"

Wei Ran asked the question in a different way. He knew that the first lesson for these girls when they joined Hela was to forget everything in the past and never mention it again until they died.

Just one sentence made the eyes of the girl named Lilia redden. "In my dream, I also came from a nomadic tribe in Vorkuta. My father was a worker in the Chobora coal mine. His name was..."

"Okay, Lilia."

Anfisa's voice suddenly came from a small speaker in the basement, "Mr. Victor is your only boss and the only person you don't have to be on guard against, so answer any questions he asks sincerely."

"Where are you from?" Wei Ran asked again.

"Gaza," Lilia replied, lowering her head, "from Gaza."

"Did you join voluntarily?" Wei Ran asked the second question.

"right"

Lilia looked at Wei Ran and said, "Except for my sister, all my family members are dead, and my sister is disabled. We can't survive long in Gaza with just the two of us.

We both joined Hela voluntarily. Even if we can never meet again, I know she is well taken care of."

“His sister is in a networking group,” Anfisa explained over the speaker.

"What was your name before?" Wei Ran asked the third question.

Taking a deep breath, the tall girl replied, "Asma Saidra Usha".

"Usha?"

Wei Ran was stunned for a moment, "Is Wusha your last name?"

“Yes,” the girl took a deep breath again, “my last name before Hela’s ‘rebirth’.”

"Does your team have a captain now?" Wei Ran asked.

"Not yet," Lilith, or Asuma, replied.

"Behave well"

Wei Ran paused, "Asma is a good name. After this internship assessment, if you can become the captain of this team, you will get a brand new passport, and Lilith will be replaced by Asma in your current name."

After saying that, Wei Ran looked at the other girls and said, "Joining Hela does not mean that you will lose your freedom and completely forget the past. Instead, you will have the opportunity to get everything you dream of here.

You don’t even have to be loyal to me, as long as you are loyal to Hela, being loyal to Hela means being loyal to yourself, to your own dreams and to our common dreams.”

While Wei Ran was hiding in the basement and feeding chicken soup to the Hela girls, Edward also told him everything he knew.

"This seems to be a rare opportunity, but it requires urgent planning."

The young man sitting next to him said to himself, "Mr. Edward, do you see where we are going?"

"I found out," Edward nodded, "I'm at my holiday villa in the suburbs."

"We'll be staying here for the next few days. Is that okay with you?"

“No comments”

Edward, forcing a smile, said quickly that he didn't see any chance of a comeback, especially when the car stopped at the door of the holiday villa surrounded by pastures, where several young girls he had never seen before were already waiting.

"Boss, someone is coming over here."

In the basement of the library, one of the Hela girls pointed at a screen that was sounding an alarm and spoke up.

A little earlier than her, the dog Belia, who was originally lying at Wei Ran's feet, also stood up suddenly.

Unfortunately, before it could utter a threatening whimper, Wei Ran covered its thick mouth with his hands and skillfully stuffed a piece of beef jerky into its cheek.