War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 1664 Muddy Waters
Near noon, Kurt Holler and his group, as well as Zhong Zhen and Cha Xifeng father and son, hurriedly left Wei Ran's small villa with their full harvest without even having lunch.

In the waiting hall of the high-speed railway station, the fat man Yashar asked in confusion while waiting for the train, "Is the paper on protracted war that Mr. Victor gave us really useful? Didn't Mr. Jiang discuss it with us a few days ago?"

"He brought more than just a discussion on protracted war"

Aladdin, who had already realized something was wrong, took out the paper documents from the file bag and handed them to Kurt, "Or rather, this is just an excuse. Take a look, from the back to the front."

Hearing this, Kurt took the stack of bound A4 papers and flipped through it curiously.

Printed on the front of this stack of A4 paper is indeed On Protracted War, which was translated by Wei Ran himself.

For him, doing the unnecessary translation himself was more of a gift to the "children" instead of Edelweiss Clara.

But if you turn it over and read from back to front, the other side of this stack of A4 paper is printed like a wanted poster, with detailed information of a Jew on each page.

The information is detailed down to the specific address, phone number, photos, frequently used routes, and even the assets and family lists owned. In particular, it also lists the details and network of their buyers and sellers.

These were all dug out through Mesir. Some of them were found when Wei Ran was followed during a layover in Vladivostok not long ago, through the network of the wealthy man named Wart Tai, who was arranged by Anfia to make bathroom products.

Although Ms. Page had helped to solve part of the problem and shift the risk and attention to him, after Hela had been following the clues for such a long time, she still found many loopholes.

The most important thing is that most of the people on this list are in Europe!

After just a glance, Holler hurriedly closed the list and stuffed it into the file bag before Yashar looked over curiously.

In just a flash of thought, he understood Wei Ran's intention.

Obviously, with this list, when they and the young people they trained are murdered again in the future, they at least have a clear target for revenge!
Almost subconsciously, he reached for the USB flash drive in his pocket. Holler had a strong premonition that the USB flash drive might contain more detailed information about these targets!
Is this really something a historian can provide?
Among the people waiting for the high-speed train to depart, except for Yashar who didn't understand, everyone else couldn't help but ponder the same question, and subconsciously narrowed down the person who provided this information to the young man named Zhong Zhen.

"It seems that Mr. Historian has a completely different understanding of the protracted war than Mr. Jiang," Kurt Holler couldn't help but sigh.

"This is a guarantee of our safety," said Hanward, who also discovered the abnormality.

“But we are Doctors Without Borders, not...”

Before Aladdin finished speaking, the hot-tempered Mr. Holler switched to German, which Yashar could not understand, "Don't forget, you are indeed Doctors Without Borders, but I am not! Those children who retired from the extrajudicial system are not Doctors Without Borders either!"

"Don't be impulsive," Hanward advised, "Don't you understand?"

"What don't you understand?" Holler asked with a snort.

"Don't you understand why that young man would print these on the back?"

Hanward said calmly, "This list is our guarantee for a long-term fight. He is hinting to us that Gaza may not be big enough, but Europe is big enough."

"What exactly do you want to say?" Holler asked dissatisfiedly.

"Mr. Historian has provided us with a new direction for fighting, although it may not be suitable for us."

Hanward said as he retied the string of the file bag. "I'm not trying to stop you, but what should we do after we kill all these targets? Should we ask historians for a new list? We should think about how to get a new list ourselves."

"What are you talking about?" Yashar asked dissatisfiedly.

"Something that will bring you danger," Hanward said with a smile, "Yashar, we can't let you participate in these topics."

"All right"

The fat man Yashar wisely stopped asking questions, but he couldn't help but look at the collected file bags with curiosity.

Just as this group of people isolated Yashar from the chat channel, each of them was thinking about how to digest the gift Wei Ran gave them.

Zhong Zhen and Cha Xifeng, father and son, who had also left, were also talking about the cooperation they had just negotiated in Wei Ran's basement.

"Mr. Zhong, what do you think?" Cha Xifeng asked politely in Chinese.

"I don't have any ideas. I won't lose anything from this. In the future, I am even considering sending some of my people to join Doctors Without Borders to gain experience."

Zhong Zhen joked in a nonchalant tone, "If I have a reinforced company of Doctors Without Borders stationed by my side for a long time, I will sacrifice my own Doctors Without Borders to anyone who dares to cause trouble for me. If they get one or two injured, I will drown those bastards with my spit."

"Is this how Doctors Without Borders uses it?" Cha Ming, who was driving, muttered in amazement.

"Studying medicine can't save anyone, not even yourself. If you want to save people, you still have to rely on the barrel of a gun."

Zhong Zhen responded without saying anything else, and then changed the topic to Cha Xifeng and his son, "What about you? I guess you're not at a loss, right?"

“It’s just a few more mouths to feed”

Cha Xifeng said with a smile, "But I have made a lot of friends. Through them, my mine-clearing company can get more orders. I am even willing to send people to follow them, which is much safer than acting alone."

Hearing this, Zhong Zhen, who had been talking nonsense just now, just smiled and said, "Cha Ming'er, stop the car. I'll get off here."

Cha Xifeng, who originally wanted to ask something, wisely shut his mouth, and Cha Ming slowly pulled the car to the side of the road.

After waving his hand and watching the father and son's car disappear into the end of his sight, Zhong Zhen walked to the other side of the road, opened the door of a car and got in.

"What happened?"

Without waiting for the car door to close, Xia Shushi, who was sitting in the driver's seat, asked.

"Just as the beast guessed, Wei Daxianer was kidnapped and murdered again."

Zhong Zhen said with great joy, "I guess he got mad this time and is preparing for revenge."

"How to say?"

“During the National Day holiday, the Long March cultural relic you found, along with the fat man riding a rabbit and his Doctors Without Borders friend, were all invited.

Wei Ran asked me to send people, and he will provide long-term funding." Zhong Zhen said like pouring beans from a bamboo tube.

"That's it?" Xia Shushi asked nonchalantly.

"more than"

Zhong Zhen thought about it and said truthfully, "Cha Ming'er and I each gave 50 training places. Correspondingly, after those who have been trained return, each of them must get at least two heads to be considered to have completed the performance requirements, and it must be recorded on video, just like a bounty hunter."

"What else?" Xia Shushi became interested.

“He needs 21 disabled war orphans every year, and I, Old Cha and the Doctors Without Borders come up with that for him.

In addition, we also need war orphans who are good-looking and have no disabilities. This time we have selected young girls, 21 of them, and we will gather them from the three parties.

These will be brought along with the first batch of trainees and secretly delivered to his twin secretaries. I guess they are probably to replenish his blood."

"Anything else?" Xia Shushi handed over a ladies' cigarette and continued asking.

"I'll send someone to set up a trading company to help him purchase materials from the country and export them to Mr. Holler. It won't cost much."

After Zhong Zhen revealed what he knew, he took the cigarette, lit it, and asked curiously, "Speaking of this, are those beasts who broke the news on the Internet recently also involved? I think a lot of them are ghosts I caught."

"Don't ask if you shouldn't"

Xia Shushi paused, and added with equal delight, "I don't know the details, but those psychopaths we raised have done a great job this time."

"I saw it too. It was a mess over there."

Zhong Zhen said as he puffed his cigarette, "Who the hell could have thought that raising a mental patient could not only make money but also earn extra income? The person who came up with this idea must have a problem with his brain."

“Who says it’s not?”

Xia Shushi lowered his chair and said, "But he is making the situation more and more muddy. I think there will be some big moves later."

"What do you mean?" Zhong Zhen immediately perked up.

"I've done so much, invested so much, just to buy people? Not at all. I can't even get my money back."

Xia Shushi said confidently, "Just wait and see. One day, one of our great scholars may have to deal with something terrible. And when that happens, the person being dealt with may not even know who hit him.

To be honest, the mentally ill people that the beast's aunt is helping to take care of can't even get eight hours of sleep a day, and they are so diligent in making up conspiracies on the Internet.

Let’s not even talk about the rumors on all those conspiracy websites that have popped up in the English-speaking world about the US and Germany preparing to carve up Europe.

Just look at the Japanese, those revealing websites created by Hela that are harder to catch than pornographic websites.

Now even the outrageous rumor that Yamamoto 56 and Dong Tiao Yingji are not actually dead has become more and more credible. The latest version I saw over the wall this morning shows that the Japanese have already accumulated nuclear weapons and are preparing to attack the Koreans.

To say that Beast's aunt is also a ruthless person, I heard from Beast that these days his aunt not only stopped giving the mentally ill people their medication and provided them with enough cigarettes and alcohol, but she is also thinking about creating unique products to enhance her creative inspiration. "

After Xia Shushi said this long string of "Gulu" revelations, Zhong Zhen couldn't help but swallow his saliva. For a moment, he even had the illusion that he was still too naive and too kind.

Obviously, with so much spam bombarding the internet, the cost of refuting the rumors alone is enormous.

Besides, when it comes to refuting rumors, how can everyone believe it immediately after you refute it? It just makes the rumor more confusing.

"I'm still a little confused. What's the use of this?" Zhong Zhen couldn't help but ask.

“But it’s useful.”

Xia Shushi said very clearly, "Let's not talk about the fact that he wants to completely muddy the waters. As far as the war of public opinion is concerned, when someone throws shit on your head, you have to do more than just wipe the shit off your face. You also have to..."

"Oh——!" Zhong Zhen suddenly realized what was going on before the other person could finish. He slapped his thigh and said, "Do I have to slap him in the face?"

"You have to ride on the other person's shoulders and give him a hot poop."

Xia Shushi's metaphor became more disgusting, and his voice became lower. "Now that he has fanned this evil wind, there are many more orders on the shoreline for sale of information on conspiracy plans of European countries."

Zhong Zhen's eyes widened when he heard this, "It's him too?"

"Anyway, I estimate that Hela has made a lot of money from these intelligence businesses," Xia Shushi said confidently.

"No, is there anyone buying it?" Zhong Zhen asked in disbelief.

“You don’t need to check your university degree when you go online.”

Xia Shushi said nonchalantly, "No one said there are no idiots in the shore network, right? Besides, they are not really stupid.

No matter how fake the news is, as long as you mark it as bought from the shore network after buying it, you can make a lot of money even if you make a video and post it online to attract people's attention, and you can also make more real idiots believe it. And this kind of self-production and self-sales, left hand and right hand to make money by posting videos, there may be his people, this kind of cash is probably faster than money laundering. "

"gollum"

Zhong Zhen couldn't help but swallow his saliva again, "Is Wei Daxianer really a historian?"

“Not really”

Xia Shushi had no doubt about this, "His professional ability is obvious to all and beyond doubt."

"But those"

"To be honest, it's just a business he invested in."

Xia Shushi said in a more serious tone, "You must remember that he is just a historian, nothing else.

No matter what, we are all on the same tightrope. If nothing happens to him, we can all have enough soup to fill our stomachs."

"I'm not stupid"

Zhong Zhen took a puff of his cigarette and said proudly, "I have a lot of mental patients too. Damn it, I'll have to give those mental patients who are slacking off a few times later. It would be a waste if I don't make this money."

"You do things much more conveniently than I and the animals," Xia Shushi hinted bluntly.

While these two scumbag brothers were making up stories, Wei Ran had already taken the Kajianka sisters to clean the basement of the small western-style building, and personally drove the sisters to the high-speed rail station.

Now that everything was done, Wei Ran felt a little relieved when he returned to the small western-style building. He strolled around for a while, bought a cheap laptop and two external hard drives, and returned to the small western-style building.

Wei Ran removed the laptop's network card himself, and didn't even bother to install the outer casing before turning it on.

While the system was booting up, he took out the hard drive containing biological research data from the lunch box and connected it to the computer.

Perhaps due to overconfidence, there is not even basic encryption measure in this hard drive.

Looking at the screen full of densely packed files, Wei Ran was too lazy to look through them carefully and directly copied them to a mobile hard drive.

This was not the end. He then took out a USB flash drive that he had asked for from Anfia and connected it. He opened the encryption tool inside, which might have been designed by Anfia herself. He first scanned the seized hard drive to make sure there were no hidden files. Then he erased the copy record just now, and then encrypted it and set a password that he could not remember and had no intention of remembering.

Everything was ready. Wei Ran placed the two mobile hard drives on the upper and lower layers of the lunch box respectively. Then he took out the wire cutters and violently removed the hard drive, memory and even the CPU of the laptop and cut them into pieces.

After making all the necessary preparations, Wei Ran put the scrapped laptop wreckage into the computer bag that had been sent to him. He then took out the guqin Yaoguang, sat under the ginkgo tree that had lost all its leaves, and played the few songs he knew to calm his mind.

Next, he just needs to wait patiently, wait for things to ferment for a few months, wait for the right time for Ms. Naile to see the light of day again, and then secretly send the newly encrypted original information to the embassy.

At the same time, Anfisa, who was already on the high-speed train, also sent an email through the authenticator.

Within five minutes, Ninel, who was far away in the United States, was awakened by the spam message alert and quickly logged into his secret mailbox.

However, when Ninel saw the email he had just received, he could not help but curse in his heart, "This scumbag's taste is getting worse and worse! How come he even wants Indians!"

Although he had many dissatisfactions, Ninel still made a phone call after some selection considering the recent good profits.

Less than half an hour later, a serious criminal whom he had recently bought from prison and brought to the United States knocked on the door.

"Sir, what can I do for you?" asked the serious criminal who had caused more than ten deaths and injuries very politely.

"Your loyalty assessment mission is here."

As Ninel spoke, he took out two stacks of cash from the refrigerator and handed them to the other party. "Let's go to Niu Niu Country now. I need you to help me do something. If there are no mistakes after the task is completed, you will be one of us."

"Aren't you afraid that I will run away?" the serious criminal asked bluntly.

"You can try," Ninel waved his hand nonchalantly, "Go ahead, I hope you'll be on the streets of New Delhi the day after tomorrow morning."

The serious criminal opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, put the two stacks of cash in his pocket, turned around and left the room.

Less than five minutes later, another person walked into the room without even knocking.

"Keep an eye on him," Ninel said, yawning, and handed the other person a phone card that he had never used.

The man didn't say anything, took the calling card, turned around and left the room.

On the same day, Uncle Chabu, who had met Wei Ran briefly, also waved a stack of delivery notes and took away a large amount of arms from a warehouse in Wukelan.

"According to the agreement, you can take all these goods away, but you have to tell me where you got the delivery note." A white man in a suit said in the shadow inside the warehouse door.

"no problem"

Uncle Chabu took a thick cigar from the assistant beside him and let the assistant light it for him. Then he lowered his voice and said in a puff of smoke, "Nale, it's Ms. Naale, but I don't know who her employer is. You need to check it yourself."

"Naile? That German woman?" the white man in a suit asked in surprise, "Is she still alive?"

"At least she was alive when I bought these delivery notes"

Uncle Chabu said, "The night before there was a fire in the sanatorium of a good friend of mine, I was visiting my friend in Moscow at the time."

"How did you find him?" the man in the suit asked suspiciously.

"No, no, no, you made a mistake."

Uncle Chabu shook his fat hand holding a cigar. "She contacted me. She wanted to sell some bills of lading at a low price to change the route. Of course, I had no reason to refuse, so I arranged for her to go to Belgorod and bought these bills of lading."

"Where is she now?" asked the white man in the suit.

“It’s another deal”

Uncle Chabu said, "There is one thing I don't need to hide from you. The parts transactions and NGO information that were recently exposed were bought from her by my friend."

"Is that all? Did you buy anything else from her?" asked the white man in the suit a little nervously.

"You mean she has something more valuable hidden on her?" Uncle Chabu asked sharply.

"Answer my question first," said the white man in the suit.

"We took off all her clothes but didn't find anything else."

Uncle Chabu narrowed his eyes and said, "I know where she escaped to. Do you want to trade?"

"What do you want?" the white man in the suit asked bluntly.

"I wonder what other incredible things she took away," Uncle Chabu asked curiously.

"You really don't know?"

“Don’t waste time”

Uncle Chabu waved his hands impatiently, "If I knew what I was taking away, there would be no need to offer such conditions for negotiating the price, so why not be more straightforward."

“Let’s change the way we trade.”

The man in the suit said, "I want to buy Ms. Nale's goods, how about the same value as these bills of lading?"

"Do you want to die or live?" Uncle Chabu asked excitedly.

“Of course it’s alive.”

"let it go"

Uncle Chabu waved his hands and said, "This is a trade trap. If she were alive, I would definitely ask her what you are looking for and then kill her. I don't want to inherit her troubles, so how about we both take a step back?"

"How do you want to deal?" the man in the suit asked again very patiently.

"How about letting me use those delivery notes again?" Uncle Chabu said with a loud mouth.

"Let's play a game"

The man in the suit rolled up the delivery note in his hand, leaving only the corners exposed. "You can take out three of them. You can take whatever it is, but you have to tell me where she went."

"Five," said Uncle Chabu greedily.

"make a deal"

The man in the suit said simply, "Which one do you want?"

"Give me every other card, starting with the one closest to me." Uncle Chabu said expectantly like a veteran gambler.

Hearing this, the man in the suit took out five delivery orders belonging to Uncle Chabu, and then put the ones that were not picked into his pocket, "Where is she?"

"The night after the fire at the sanatorium, I flew her from Belgorod to Azerbaijan on my private jet and arranged for her to be taken on a transport plane to Morocco."

Uncle Chabu took the bill of lading and flipped through it while saying, "As for where she boarded the cargo ship in Morocco, I have no idea. I didn't know she was so valuable at the time. Damn it, why is my luck still so bad? What kind of scrap metal is this?"

"You choose it yourself"

The man in the suit said nonchalantly, "I'll go look for it. I hope you didn't lie to me."

"There's no need for me to lie about something so insignificant."

Uncle Chabu said, "Also, since my good friend has unfortunately passed away, how about letting me handle your business with him?"

"no problem"

The man in the suit agreed straightforwardly, and said as he walked out, "It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Boroshenk."

"It's been a pleasure working with you, Mr. Maxim."

Uncle Chabu responded nonchalantly, and then anxiously called on his men to pick up the goods with the new delivery note.

"The water has been stirred up and is becoming increasingly muddy. Now it all depends on who can catch the fish."

Uncle Chabu watched the man in the suit get into the car parked not far away with his peripheral vision. His fat face was filled with a look of displeasure as if he had "not drawn a good hand", which concealed all his inner expectations.