War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 216 Out of the City
There are a lot of things in the hard cowhide bag. In addition, there are more than a dozen small cardboard boxes and a camera with a hard cowhide jacket.

Randomly picked up a cardboard box and looked at it. Just based on the pattern on it, I knew that it should be filled with film.Looking at the models above, what made him even happier was that these 120 films could also be used on his Rollei SLR!
Turning his head to look at Boss Qiu who was honestly facing the wall, Wei Ran picked up the rangefinder camera from his hard leather bag and looked at it. The red window behind him showed that seven or eight photos had been taken.Continuing to flip through it, this bag also contains two gold bars the size of disposable lighters from later generations, a newspaper, a roll of silver dollars wrapped in red paper that is as long as chopsticks, and two cartons of pistol bullets.As for the remaining bottles and jars, they seemed to be all kinds of chemicals for developing photos.

After thinking for a moment, Wei Ran took out the food box in the metal book, took out half of the chocolates wrapped in tin foil on the second floor, wrapped them in newspaper and put them in a hard leather bag, and then put all the film rolls he had found before into it.

Putting away the food box, he put all the valuables he had just looted into the hard leather satchel with the plaster flag printed on it, and then whispered in the ear of the trembling Boss Qiu, "Lean against the wall and open your eyes." , Put on your clothes, dare to look and shout, goug your eyes out and stuff them in your mouth!"

Boss Qiu, with his eyes closed, turned around slowly while supporting the wall, carefully opened his eyes, took the clothes thrown by Wei Ran and put them on his body tremblingly, and then stepped on the pair of clothes There are still cloth shoes with broken bricks inside.

Taking advantage of Boss Qiu's dressing time, Wei Ran lifted the corner of the curtain and took a look outside. In the hall outside, there were two people holding box cannons, sitting lazily on both sides of the Eight Immortals table with their chests and belly exposed A traitor who eats green radish while drinking tea.

In addition, at the entrance of the bathhouse, there are two traitors who also stand guard with a box cannon on their waists.This is not over yet, outside the bathhouse, there are still a sidecar motorcycle, several bicycles and a rickshaw parked. The driver of the rickshaw is sitting on the steps at the entrance of the bathhouse, smoking a dry cigarette.On the other side of the street, Uncle Zhou was still sitting at the breakfast stall, eating breakfast in a leisurely manner.

Putting down the curtain, Wei Ran grabbed Boss Qiu by the back belt and pushed him to the side of the door. He pressed the pistol with the silencer against his back first, and then whispered to his ear, "Find an excuse, put the Those two tea-drinking traitors tricked me in."

Boss Qiu swallowed his saliva, carefully raised his hands and rubbed his face vigorously, then put half of his head out of the curtain to look, and shouted in a panic, "Er Hu, Xiao San'er, come in and help me! Dad slipped and fell!"

The two traitors who were drinking tea were startled when they saw Boss Qiu coming out from behind the curtain, and when they reacted, they immediately put down the teacup and pistol in their hands, and asked with concern as they walked into the bathhouse, "Second Lord, is everything okay?" Come on! Eldest young master, why are you in the mood to take a bath today?"

"I don't know why my dad called me here? Why do you two talk so much? Come in and help! I can't help myself." Just as Boss Qiu finished speaking, Wei Ran grabbed his belt Pulled back.

Pointing to the bottom of the wall, Boss Qiu obediently squatted down with his head in his arms, while Wei Ran waited by the wall with a bayonet in one hand and a pistol in the other.After only one or two breaths, the two traitors hurriedly opened the curtain and walked in.

"Second Master, you didn't"

One of the traitors closest to Wei Ran felt a sharp pain in his chest before he finished speaking, and then he was pulled and fell slowly to the ground.

Wei Ran let go of the bayonet that pierced the opponent's chest, dragged the corpse's arm forward, and moved to the back of another traitor whose temple was pressed against the gun, held his chin and pulled it hard, with a crisp click With the sound of the bar, he easily twisted the neck of the second traitor.

When the two corpses fell to the ground one after another, Wei Ran opened the curtain and took a look outside. Seeing that the two guards hadn't noticed at all, he walked to Boss Qiu, took out a belt from the pile of clothes, and put him on the ground. hands tied.

Looking around, Wei Ran picked up a pair of trousers who didn't know who it was, and covered Boss Qiu's eyes and tied them tightly.

Taking out a pistol from the hard cowhide bag and loading it with bullets, Wei Ran opened the curtain, walked to the door with big strides, and then took out two pistols and pointed them at each other with a smile under the puzzled eyes of the two traitors standing guard. up their stomachs.

"Don't raise your hands, put your cheeks on your hands, and follow me inside."

Those who can be traitors and are willing to stand guard for others are naturally not tough masters.Without even thinking about it, the two raised their hands and dragged their cheeks. The two black faces that were about to be deformed by the slap tried to make a disgusting flattering expression. Following Wei Ran's turn, they turned around step by step, and then they were pointed at by the gun. Withdrew into the bathroom.

Halfway through, Wei Ran took the time to glance at the old man behind the counter, but the other party had already shrunk under the table, clearly not seeing anything.

At the same time, Uncle Zhou on the opposite side of the bathhouse had already secretly grasped the handle of the box cannon, looking at the situation at both ends of the street vigilantly.

Besides, in the bathhouse, the two traitors on guard just came in, they tripped over the corpses on the ground, and Wei Ran, who was pointing a gun at them, would not give them a chance to stand up, went up and kicked them accurately. position behind their ears.

After the two traitors passed out, Wei Ran put away the two pistols in his hands and directly broke their necks.

For a while, the steamy bathhouse was already full of corpses, but Wei Ran looked calm on the other hand.In his eyes, these traitors are even more hateful than those evil little devils. Killing them so happily, or killing them so bloodily, will not bring him any psychological burden at all.

Even, if conditions did not allow it, he would have thought about using all the torture courses he had learned at the Hongqi Forest Farm on them!
Looking at Boss Qiu who was still trembling in the corner for the last time, Wei Ran put away his pistol unhurriedly, then took off all the holsters and bullet bags on the waists of the four traitor corpses, and went to the hall outside to get them. After walking away, the two box cannons placed on the table of the Eight Immortals were carried together with the hard cowhide satchel in his hand.

"Let's go." Wei Ran grabbed Boss Qiu and left the bathhouse with a hard leather bag in one hand.

Before going out, Wei Ran took off the pants on Boss Qiu's face and the belt on his hand, and picked up the motorcycle parked at the door with his chin, "Can you drive that thing?"

"No!" Boss Qiu replied with a sad face, "I want to learn, but my legs can't reach the ground."

"Go and sit honestly on the sidecar." Wei Ran pressed Boss Qiu's shoulder and reminded, "Our people are sitting at the breakfast stall opposite, so be honest if you don't want to die."

Boss Qiu, who was under control the whole time, nodded tremblingly, walked out of the bathroom with difficulty while holding on to the door frame, and climbed into the sidecar of the motorcycle stumblingly.

On the other hand, Wei Ran didn't go out in a hurry, but walked to the counter, took out a roll of silver dollars from the hard cowhide satchel and handed it to the old shopkeeper, "Take the money and change your life, don't say anything." Say, don’t look at what you shouldn’t. Can you understand?”

"understand!"

The old shopkeeper hurriedly opened the drawer, picked up the money wrapped in a towel just now, thankfully took the roll of silver dollars in Wei Ran's hand, walked out of the bathroom without thinking, and sat on the waiting room at the door. Rickshaws go in the direction of the south gate.

Before the coachman could run, Uncle Zhou had already torn off the white cloth cover on the bamboo pole, stuffed it into his chest in a mess, and then rode on a bicycle parked at the entrance of the bathhouse and chased after him. Wei Ran said in a low voice as he brushed past each other, "We meet at the lotus pavilion outside the south gate."

Wei Ran nodded incredulously, stepped on the motorcycle with the plaster flag hanging on it, started the car after some simple research, turned around and drove towards the dilapidated alley where he lived last night.

When I came here, I walked for more than half an hour on my feet, but it took me less than five minutes to ride a motorcycle.Wei Ran parked his motorcycle at the entrance of the alley, and said to Boss Qiu, who was sitting obediently on the sidecar, "Go to the yard and call out the one with the injured thigh. As long as you send us out of the city, today's matter will be over. In the future, you As long as you don't become a traitor, kid, I'll let you go."

How could Boss Qiu dare to say anything else at this time?Rolling and crawling, he got off the sidecar, stumbling on tiptoe to the end of the alley and pushed open the false wooden door of the small courtyard.Not long after, Han Shoutian, who had been hiding in the yard for a long time, limped out with a box cannon.

"Brother Han, sit behind me," Wei Ran hurriedly greeted.

Hearing the words, Han Shoutian quickly hopped a few steps forward on one leg, hurriedly got on the motorcycle and asked, "How is the situation at the bathhouse?"

"Everything is going well, cover your face, let's go to the lotus pavilion outside the south gate now" Wei Ran replied, handing the hard cowhide bag that had been carried on his shoulder to the other party, and then picked up the pistol and urged Boss Qiu to hurry up boarding.

Han Shoutian was stunned when he heard the place name Hehuating, and then he took the hard leather bag and carried it on his shoulder.

When Boss Qiu reluctantly climbed onto the sidecar, Wei Ran immediately turned the accelerator and drove the sidecar motorcycle to the direction of the south gate.And Han Shoutian, who was sitting behind him, took over the job of pointing a gun at Boss Qiu secretly.

Amidst the roaring sound of the engine, Wei Ran deliberately drove the sidecar motorcycle on the street with arrogance.

Until the gate of Nanguan City was approaching, Han Shoutian stabbed Boss Qiu in the sidecar with the box cannon in his hand without warning.

The latter gritted his teeth, straightened up reluctantly, and arrogantly waved his short arms and shouted loudly, "Get out of the way! Master Delay ran into you and killed you!"

"Where did Qiu Dalang get the iron donkey?"

"I'm sure Er Mazi traded his daughter for it!"

The two puppet soldiers defending the city made some envious remarks and didn't take it seriously, allowing the motorcycle to drive out unimpeded.

After all, everyone in this city who is not blind or deaf knows that Qiu Er Mazi and the little devil are almost wearing a loincloth when they are good. Naturally, no one will open their eyes and dare to provoke his young and arrogant son.

Unimpededly driving the motorcycle out of the south gate, Han Shoutian immediately directed Wei Ran to a dirt road with lotus ponds on both sides.After driving along this dirt road with potholes for half an hour, when the county town behind him could hardly be seen clearly, Wei Ran abruptly turned the motorcycle onto a side road, and then braked and stopped on the side of the road. .

(End of this chapter)