War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 1572 A Person Lying Down

On the morning of the day when Sui Sui and others were "successfully" kidnapped, Wei Ran had already returned to the house next door just after daybreak.

Before he came back, the Hela girls who worked for Sui Sui and secretly protected her had helped restore his and Sui Sui's bedroom and the accompanying bathroom, especially Sui Sui's dressing table, to its original state.

While he was busy catching up on his sleep, Mrs. Samantha and the dog Belia hid in the basement of the library.

At the same time, in the basement of the Time Film Studio, a total of 13 captives who were blindfolded, gagged, and had their limbs and tendons cut were given perfunctory treatment. After being ensured that they would not die, they were stripped naked, photographed for records, and then blindfolded again and thrown into the basement.

As the saying goes, while some people are idle, others are busy. At Kazan Airport, 14 beautiful girls, dressed differently but each more simply than the other, have boarded the same flight to Ulaanbaatar.

This time, no one followed them, and each of them had a considerable amount of funds for activities.

But until the flight took off, no girl chose to take another flight to escape Hela. They didn't know that this was actually the first test they had to complete.

Of course, they were not the only ones busy. The Hela girls far away in the UK also sat on both sides of the negotiation table with Edward's driver.

As for Mr. Edward, who was still handcuffed in his holiday villa in the suburbs, his value at this moment was not even more useful than his mobile phone.

Inta, who had just woken up from a hangover and had no idea what was happening outside because of the network outage caused by the snowstorm, greeted the girls from the Golden Fleece Organization with peace of mind and took a transport vehicle converted from a mine train, heading straight to the hot spring workshop not far away. While enjoying the private hot spring, they continued to plan the big deal they were about to negotiate.

At noon that day, the girls who had safely arrived in Ulaanbaatar had just walked to the airport pick-up gate when they saw Mr. Kalp wearing a Mongolian robe not far away.

The two sides didn't say hello at all, and the girls even kept their distance from each other, leaving the airport far behind Karp and getting into an old minibus with thick curtains drawn inside in batches.

"The trap was set at a winter pasture outside Ulaanbaatar. There are only two pieces of key intelligence."

As Karp spoke, he distributed gun boxes to the girls one by one, "First, the network team has released false information through the kidnappers' mobile phones, and the historian will rush to the trap location from China tonight.

Mr. Messer has set off after receiving the news. His flight will arrive at noon tomorrow and he is expected to enter the trap tomorrow afternoon or dusk.

Secondly, it has been confirmed that the target person, Messer, is also accompanied by a team of 14 people responsible for security.

Finally, your mission is to leave no one alive except the target person, Mesir, and to clean up all traces and body features."

Culp clapped his hands and said, "Okay, that's all I have to say for now. Girls, have a nice trip."

Before he finished speaking, he had already walked to the driver's seat, sat down, skillfully started the car and left the airport.

It was not until this time that the girls opened the gun boxes they had been given.

These gun boxes were large and small. The larger ones contained civilian hunting rifles with scopes, while the smaller ones contained silent Makarov pistols. Looking at the thick oil mud on these pistols, they had no doubt that these weapons were left over from the Soviet era.

In addition to these, there are also several stacks of bulletproof vests and several plastic boxes in the bus.

In addition to night vision goggles, these boxes also contained several Chinese-made drones and spare batteries, as well as two signal jammers that were obviously provided by Anfia.

About an hour later, the minibus stopped at the edge of a yurt surrounded by pastures.

In addition to four or five yurts, the pasture also had a large pile of wool randomly stacked and covered with canvas, as well as a tattered Soviet van and an equally tattered Ural truck with a canvas canopy. On the hood of the truck, the Soviet Air Force logo could be vaguely seen.

In addition, there are herds of sheep in the sheepfold of this pasture, a dozen beautiful Mongolian horses in the stable, and a large amount of hay and various farm tools piled in the dilapidated hay barn opposite.

"Are there any other people here besides us?" asked Asma, a girl from Gaza.

"The ranch owner will be back in the evening about three days later."

As Karp spoke, he opened the car door and handed Asma a satellite phone. "When you finish your work, call the only phone inside and I'll come pick you up."

"Okay," Asuma reached out and took the phone.

"One last reminder"

Before the girls got off the bus, Culp said, "The guys you captured earlier all served in the 269th Special Forces before they retired. They were from the same squad. Simply put, their coordination is much better than yours, and they have more experience."

Before the girls could show any joy on their faces, Culp continued, "Wake up, I'm not praising you.

Girls, you were lucky enough to capture those people alive only because you had the advantage in firepower and intelligence."

After a pause, Kapur said, "But the next battle will not be so easy. The enemies you face are equal in number to you, but they have more combat experience and a lower bottom line. Maybe this time their firepower will be stronger than yours."

Seeing that the girls were finally getting nervous, Karp said with a smile, "Kill the enemy, capture the target person, and survive. Okay, get out of the car."

Hearing this, the girls in the car looked at each other. Asma, who was holding a satellite phone, spoke first, "Let's go. I'm not afraid of them!"

With someone taking the lead, the rest of the girls also perked up, carrying their weapons and equipment in one hand and their suitcases in the other, and walked out of the minibus.

Before the last girl got off the bus and could even stand firm, Kalp had already driven the minibus away from the ranch as if fleeing for his life.

The girls looked at each other, and Asuma was the first to speak, “First check the guns, then send a few people to check the buildings.

Yulia, go see if the truck can start. If it can, how about hanging something on the back to erase the ruts of the minibus?"

"Let's move! To survive!" said the girl named Yulia, clapping her hands.

Without any hesitation, many girls let go of the suitcases in their hands. Several of them who were given the silent Makarov pistols randomly aimed at a target and pulled the trigger. They also caught the ejected bullet shells and put them in their pockets with experienced movements. At the same time, they also walked towards the yurts and other buildings in groups of two with their guns raised.

At the same time, several other girls also walked towards the Ural truck, started it successfully, hung some sundries on the rear of the truck, and drove along the ruts left by Kalp towards the ranch gate, erasing the ruts left by the minibus.

Without waiting for the truck to return to its original position, Asma, who had just installed a signal jammer on the roof of the barn, had already hidden the second jammer in the gap of the wool felt of a yurt, and took off his leather jacket and hung it there as a cover.

When the girl, who was only wearing a belly-revealing T-shirt on her upper body, jumped down, the other girls gathered around her.

"There were no people or dogs in the surrounding buildings, but there was a table of steaming food in the yurt."

One of the short-haired girls took off her windbreaker, the skirt underneath and the high heels while she was talking, leaving only the black cycling suit she was wearing.

She bent down and took out a set of khaki camouflage clothes and a pair of desert-colored combat boots from the suitcase and put them on. She then took out a khaki knitted hat and wrapped it around her hair before putting on the bulletproof vest.

The other girls were also changing clothes, but changing clothes did not affect the information sharing between them.

"I found two fuel generators, one large and one small, a 55-horsepower tractor with a lawn chopper attached, and about five barrels of diesel totaling more than liters in the corner of the barn," said a girl who was also busy changing clothes.

“I just found a walkie-talkie.”

The girl named Yulia pointed to a yurt not far away and said, "It's in that car. There are as many people as we have. There are also several telescopes and a large speaker. I have tried them and they all work. They can also be connected to mobile phones via Bluetooth."

“Drones can fly”

Another girl who had already changed her clothes and was sitting on a suitcase putting on her boots said, "The surrounding terrain is open and not very undulating. The highest point is a small mound more than 600 meters away, but the terrain there is not much higher than here."

"How many hunting rifles with scopes do we have?" Asuma asked after changing his clothes.

"Four"

A girl replied that the so-called "shotgun with a scope" was just a Soviet-made SKS semi-automatic rifle equipped with a scope.

Fortunately, in addition to these shotguns, they also have five pump-action shotguns and a silent Makarov pistol, so almost everyone has one.

"In this case, the four snipers cannot take action first."

Asuma thought for a moment and said, "How about the ones using pump-action shotguns take the initiative? Crossfire, kill as many as you can. After they open fire, the snipers will be responsible for eliminating the threat or dealing with the enemy snipers."

"I think it's ok"

The girl named Yulia agreed, "If we can eliminate half of the enemies in the first round, then we will have the firepower advantage. While the enemies are distracted by the snipers and shotgunners, the pistol group can open fire."

“Let’s try it first.”

The short-haired girl who shared the information first said, "By the way, check the guns and the ammunition."

"You can also try to see if the signal jammer has any effect on satellite phones and walkie-talkies."

"Then let's get started!"

Before Asuma finished speaking, the girls, who had already changed their clothes and shoes, packed their suitcases as quickly as possible and hid them all in the haystack. A moment later, accompanied by a few sporadic gunshots, the girls also completed the calibration of the SKS guns and the inspection of ammunition.

When the gunfire stopped, the girls distributed the walkie-talkies, and after establishing the communication channel, they immediately turned on two signal jammers.

As the jammer was activated, the radio channel was immediately filled with noise.

After turning off the signal jammer with the remote control, Asuma said, "Okay, everyone, assign positions and start the exercise."

Before the words were out, the girls immediately dispersed, some hid under the car, some crawled into the wool pile, some hid in the hay bin, and some even hid in the sheepfold.

While the girls were busy preparing surprises for the visitors, Mr. Messer was reviewing all the details with his eyes closed in the business class of a flight to Mongolia.

Before leaving, Edward finally persuaded the historian to stay in Mongolia for one more day to wait for him as he requested.

  But what made him alert was that Edward actually bought the earliest flight. This was not normal! The old man would never take the initiative to take risks unless the rewards far outweighed the risks!

Based on his understanding of Edward over the years, he was almost certain that Edward was already interested in what the historian had - he was even unwilling to reveal the location of the hotel where the historian was staying! Instead, he vaguely said that he would go over and personally hold the historian back!

Fortunately, before he set off, the first group of kidnappers accidentally learned the specific detailed location from the "trip report information" sent by the historian to the girls.

  The most important thing is that the stupid and arrogant Chinese man also figured out the purpose of his next trip to Paris!

“Go to Paris and visit the headquarters of Doctors Without Borders and make a big news!”

These were the original Chinese words that the young Chinese man sent to the girls. The kidnappers he sent did not even translate them, but directly took a photo and sent them to him via the telegram group.

It was also for this reason that Mehill almost used "interrupting business cooperation" as a bargaining chip to make Edward delay his trip to Mongolia for a precious day.

  Edward is too greedy. He even wants to pry into my secrets!

Mehill snorted in his heart, and began to think about how to frame Edward for the crime of killing the Chinese scholar.

  Just pretend that Mr. Edward was bought by the US government.

After careful consideration, Messer made a decision. If anyone was to be blamed, it was the Chinese scholar who was so good at causing trouble.

Once Edward and that Chinese historian are dead, those beautiful girls can be sold for a good price.

Messer, who is quite good at managing his life, couldn't help but start thinking about whether to organize a themed auction with those beautiful girls.

Of course, he didn't know that while he was flying in the sky, Edward's driver had already reached a deal with Hela, the girl who kidnapped him.

Soon after, Edward and his son would each be killed in a revenge murder, leaving his daughter to inherit the entire estate.

And he will become the legitimate husband of Edward's daughter.

  This is undoubtedly the best result for this driver, perhaps.

Time passed quickly and it was that afternoon. Wei Ran's social account posted a photo located at China's Capital Airport. The photo was taken of the flight information screen, which happened to show the check-in information for a flight to Ulaanbaatar.

Even Xia Shushi, who helped log into the account to post this dynamic, followed Wei Ran's request and casually helped to match a murderous poem that was inexplicably particularly suitable for a certain general prostitute: "Drunk on the lap of a beauty, awake holding a murderous sword. I don't ask for a priceless jade, but I ask for the right to kill!"

By this time the next day, when Messer saw the updates posted on Wei Ran's social media account and temporarily found a translator to explain the story to him remotely, he was already at an airport in Hanbang waiting for the last connecting flight to take off.

Is this a decision to go against us?

Having completely misunderstood, Messer snorted coldly, but did not take Wei Ran seriously at all. He called upon his men around him to start the last leg of the voyage.

That evening, Meshir and others landed safely in Ulaanbaatar.

After a short wait, several of his men drove over in an off-road vehicle that they had rented in advance, picked up Messer and others, and left the airport and the city directly.

Halfway through the journey, a Soviet-era van flashed its lights at them at the rhythm they had agreed upon on the dark web.

Soon, one of the SUVs stopped beside the van, rolled down the window and shook a wad of cash in its hand.

Seeing this, the people in the van reached out to take the stack of cash and checked it carefully, then handed over a few travel bags through the window.

Without waiting for the window to be raised, the van turned off the road built with the help of the Soviet Union and drove straight into the depths of the vast grassland next door.

In the off-road vehicle, Messer took a TT33 pistol handed over by his men, skillfully disassembled it into parts and checked it, then reassembled it as it was, took out the magazine, and checked the bullets one by one.

At the same time, several other off-road vehicles also came up and passed pistols and AKM assault rifles taken out of travel bags and two disassembled SVD sniper rifles through the car windows.

"Captain, shall we start the fight right away?" A man who looked to be in his 30s in the off-road vehicle asked as he turned around and checked the weapons he had just obtained.

"Just do it"

Mesir said nonchalantly, "Capture the historian and kill the rest. I have to go back tomorrow at noon. You take the others and stay here. When Edward arrives, let him bear the wrath of China."

"Yes!" The man sitting in the passenger seat responded simply in Hebrew.

More than an hour later, several off-road vehicles drove to the edge of the pasture according to the GPS navigation.

Taking advantage of the setting sun which had not yet completely sunk into the horizon, the four snipers in several cars almost subconsciously noticed the only high point in the terrain in the distance.

Raising the telescope to take a look, they could clearly see in the reflection of the setting sun that there seemed to be a truck parked there.

“Let’s occupy the high ground.”

Before the four snipers finished their words, they pushed the door and got out of the car in no particular order, walking quickly over with their weapons in hand.

As the distance got closer, the four men became more alert, but soon they noticed that the hood of the truck had been opened, some parts had been removed, and there were some oil stains and wrenches scattered around.

Going around to the rear of the vehicle, there were a few bundles of hay scattered in the dirty cargo box that seemed to be used as seats, and a few yellowed sheepskins were spread on top of them.

Compared to the cargo tarpaulin on the right side facing the yurt, the tarpaulin on the left side is tattered and covered with holes of various sizes.

After carefully inspecting the cab and the bottom of the vehicle, the two sniper teams breathed a sigh of relief.

Soon, the rest of the people, including Messer's radio headsets, received the news that the two four-man sniper teams were in place.

"Encircle them from three directions and drive the people on that farm towards the sniper team." Messer gave the order while holding the transmitter.

Shortly after he released the firing button, the doors of all the off-road vehicles were pushed open, and the remaining 10 people also carried their weapons, crouched down and began to attack the buildings in the center of the ranch.

As for Messer, he had already leaned his upper body out of the sunroof of the SUV, holding up a telescope and watching the excitement.

"coming"

At the same time, in the hay warehouse of the ranch, Hela, who was in charge of operating the drone, also issued a reminder via radio and reported the location of each enemy.

As the distance got closer, the men who were quietly approaching the yurt also heard a loud and unpleasant Chinese song coming from a yurt with a light on. It was also incomprehensible but inexplicably beautiful.

In fact, as the distance got closer, they not only smelled a strong smell of sheep, but also saw a flickering bonfire burning in a tattered oil barrel at the door of the yurt where the unpleasant singing was coming from.

The leading man made a few gestures without even turning his head, and the others dispersed tacitly, preparing to clear out the yurts one by one.

  Almost at the same time, the Hela girls hiding in various corners also heard the scratching sound coming from the headphones. This was the signal to fire! It was also the signal for the signal jammer to be activated!

But the first thing to move was the grass not far from the front of the truck on the commanding heights a few hundred meters away.

  As the grass was lifted up, the two Hela girls silently crawled under the car, then slowly stood up from the left side of the truck, poked the muzzles of their silenced pistols into the large and small holes on the tarpaulin, and decisively pulled the trigger!

Amid the faint sound of gunfire, two people who were sitting on straw bales in the cargo box and aiming their guns in the direction of the yurt were shot in the head one after another!

Almost at the same time when the bullet shells hit the truck tarpaulin with two muffled "puff" sounds, the other two observers subconsciously leaned sideways, turned around, and then accurately caught the bullets shot by the two girls at close range with their chests.

After quickly putting away their guns, one of the girls climbed onto the cargo bed nimbly, placed the SKS with a scope on her shoulder on the tailboard, and aimed at Messer standing in the sunroof of the SUV.

The other Hela girl pressed the transmit button on the intercom and gently scraped the transmitter with her finger to send a signal.

  At one point, in the pasture, the barrels of several shotguns were poked out from the wool pile, through the curtain of the yurt, or from under the trough of the stable, aiming at the intruders who had not yet dispersed and pulling the trigger!

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Amidst the almost deafening roar, five enemies were shot in the lower back, the back of the heart, or even the back of the head, and lay flat on the ground.

Before the survivors of the surprise attack could turn around and fight back, three SKS rifles opened fire almost simultaneously from the direction of the hay bin, killing three more people in just one round. At this point, there were only the last two left alive in the ranch.

  Under the unprepared situation of being attacked from both sides, the two men subconsciously relied on their years of tacit understanding and pointed their guns at the two directions from which the bullets were coming!

Unfortunately, before they could pull the trigger, two silenced Makarov pistols were exposed from the bottom of the tractor and the van less than five meters away, and the bullets fired by them hit the chests of the last two men.

"puff"

The last two enemies fell to the ground with their bodies limp. Before they lost consciousness, in the yurt not far away, which was lit and filled with the aroma of barbecue, a new song just ended its rather pleasant prelude, and continued to sing the Chinese ballad that they could not understand at all, with that unpleasant, hoarse voice:

  There is a person lying on Ping An Avenue~~

The false teeth fell on the roadside with a grin on their mouths