War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 530 Watermelon Beer and Submachine Gun
At the excavation site under the bright sun, the bodies of the commander Roman and the driver Vajim had been cleaned up by the soldiers and placed on two white cloths according to their physiological structure.

At the edge of the excavation site, Wei Ran followed the guidance of the phone to find Dalia who had arrived at some time, and followed her silently into the car parked on the side of the road.

"Found it?" Dahlia asked while starting the car.

"I found it." Wei Ran nodded, "and found the key information."

"Good luck," Dalia exclaimed.

"It's really good luck." Wei Ran nodded in agreement, but didn't know what to say for a while.

"Do you want me to help you change the ticket again?"

Dalia glanced at Wei Ran, who was in the co-pilot position, and continued after a short pause, "There will be a flight from Belgorod to Egypt tomorrow morning, and when you arrive there, someone will even wait for you at the airport and take the You take it to the shoot."

"Is there an urgent job over there?" Wei Ran looked at the former and asked.

"Not urgent"

Dalia responded with a smile, "However, if you take this flight, when you land, there will be a vehicle that purchases supplies to take you to the shooting site, otherwise you have to go by yourself. In addition, according to Anna Said, the Mr. Edward who went with you recently has been asking about your itinerary."

"He really went?"

"I went at the invitation of Mr. Charlotte." Daria explained indifferently, and then asked again, "So do you want to change the flight?"

"Change it, just change it," Wei Ranhun said indifferently, the matter here is over now, and it's time to go to Egypt.

As for the investigation commissioned by Edward, Wei Ran is not in a hurry, he just wants to relax his tense nerves first, let himself rest and rest.

While chatting all the way back to the city, Wei Ran had a late lunch with Mr. Dalia, who immediately drove Wei Ran back to the hotel in the car he rented before.

"Go to the airport by yourself tomorrow morning. I will send you the flight information later. I will also return the car for you." Dalia stepped on the accelerator and walked away before she finished her sentence.

Watching the car completely disappear from sight, Wei Ran turned around and walked into the hotel, leisurely returned to the rented room, took his luggage and went downstairs to check out again, randomly changed to a hotel not too far from the airport live in.

In the early morning of the next day, Wei Ran rushed to the airport ahead of schedule according to the flight information sent by Dalia, and boarded the plane to Matruh, a coastal city in Egypt.

The port of Matruh is definitely considered the geographical hub of North Africa. Not to mention, during the Battle of Alamein, Rommel set up his headquarters here, and even left a record about General Rommel's treasure. rumor.

Of course, rumors are rumors after all, not to mention that historians like Wei Ran don’t believe them, but ordinary people with a little bit of brains will probably laugh it off, and it’s just anecdotes to pass the time.

Now, the city has become a veritable tourist attraction, and July coincides with the peak tourist season, so before the plane that Yi Weiran took landed on the airport runway, he saw almost everything through the porthole. Tourists packed every inch of the city's beaches.

However, compared to what he saw in the sky, when he left the airport with a small amount of luggage and met a young man who was holding a pick-up sign with his name written in Russian, what he saw next was different. It's another scene.

Objectively speaking, this seaside city is indeed beautiful, but there are definitely a lot of rubbish and fat people begging on the streets. Of course, more of them are white tourists from European and American countries, and chasing these tourists to sell various specialties of hawkers.

It's a pity that the mixed-race guy in charge of picking up the plane doesn't seem to speak Russian.And the only reason Wei Ran could believe him was the phone call from Mr. Culp when he landed.

Led by this young man, Wei Ran got into a sand-colored Toyota pickup and drove through the streets to an unknown destination.

The car drove slowly for half an hour, and finally stopped in the parking lot of a holiday hotel less than 200 meters from the coastline.

From a long distance, he saw his overly ostentatious armored pickup truck, and beside this pickup truck, there were parked one on the left and one on the right. Although it looked very new, it was also somewhat outdated Ural 4320 truck.

"It's a good thing there's no hail rocket launcher on it."

Wei Ran muttered to himself, one of the two cars was carrying a stainless steel oil storage tank, and when it got closer, it could still smell the faint smell of diesel.

The other car was carrying a refrigerated container. As for what's in it, I'm afraid you can only find out if you open it.

When he wandered around here and finally stood at the front of his armored pickup truck, the young man who brought him had already handed over the keys of the armored pickup truck, and even gestured to Wei Ran to open the pickup truck. come out.

Although he didn't know what the other party was going to do, Wei Ran happily opened the car door and got into the cab, started the car and drove out of the parking space.

When he stepped on the brake, the young man immediately gave a thumbs up, followed by a stop sign, and then ran away without a trace.

"That bastard Karp did it on purpose? Can't you send someone who can speak Russian or German?"

Wei Ran muttered to himself, and then simply opened the glove box of the co-pilot's seat, and took out the briefcase that Edward gave him at the beginning.

After a general inspection, he saw that the broken telescope was still in the bag, he was relieved, threw the briefcase on the co-pilot's seat, and waited patiently for the young man to come back.

In less than 10 minutes, the young man drove into the parking lot on a gasoline tricycle with Chinese characters on it, and the driver was an old man in local clothes.

Seeing the young man waving at him again, Wei Ran had no choice but to open the car door and jump down.

To his surprise, the young man enthusiastically handed over two small baskets and a plastic bag.One of the baskets contained a large bunch of dates with crystal drops, and the other basket contained dried dates.And what was contained in that plastic bag was a loose white Arabian robe, a pair of slippers, and a soft khaki-colored Arabian square.

After he delivered this small gift into the compartment, the young man immediately beckoned the tricycle to stop at the rear of the armored pickup.

Under Wei Ran's watchful eye, the old man driving the three-wheeler lifted off the wet blanket covering the cargo bed, revealing one after another big dark green watermelons!

The young man smiled at Wei Ran, turned around and ran to the side of the Ural truck next to him, and took out an air mattress and a worn-out diving cylinder from the co-pilot's seat.

With the help of Wei Ran, he put the inflatable mattress in the cargo bed of the armored pickup truck. After filling up the air with the gas cylinder, he immediately asked the old man for help, and moved the watermelons in one by one.

However, after the three of them loaded all the watermelons into the cargo compartment of the pickup truck, there was even a layer of cardboard boxes on the bottom of the cargo compartment of the three-wheeled motorcycle.

After receiving the cardboard box from the old man, although Wei Ran couldn't understand the Arabic text on it, he could recognize it as a box of beer from the pattern on it.

After emptying the beer in the three-wheeled motorcycle, the young man and the old man left the parking lot again, leaving Wei Ran blankly looking at the trucks on both sides and the contents in the cargo compartment.

After about 20 minutes this time, the young man came back again on a three-wheeled motorcycle.

The things that were sent into the cargo hopper this time did not change much, except for a few large bunches of fresh dates, the rest were boxes of various beverages and more beer!
Until the cargo box was completely full, the young man finally handed a stack of Egyptian pounds to the old man with satisfaction, and then quickly fixed the canvas door curtain of the armored pickup truck.

Until the old man drove the three-wheeled motorcycle away, the young man pointed to the cab of the armored pickup, and then he himself opened the heavy door of the rear compartment.

After Wei Ran sat in the driver's cab and closed the door, the mixed-race young man immediately opened the tattered waist bag that had never left his body, and then pulled out a miniature Uzi submachine gun and two magazines, one long and one short, and handed them to Wei Ran. Wei Ran subconsciously turned his back!

Looking at the other party's nervous and sincere eyes, Wei Ran hesitated for a moment, and finally took the weapon from the other party's hand.

Until this time, the young man reached into his pocket again, then took out a small note and handed it to Wei Ran.

Opening the note, Wei Ran shook his head dumbfounded. There was a typo printed in Chinese on the note, "Follow me, I will go to the shooting site for you, and nod if you need to eat something wrong."

Seeing that Wei Ran put away the note, the young man gestured to eat something in his mouth, until Wei Ran shook his head again, then he took out a button and dialed the phone, using Arabic words that Wei Ran could not understand. What did the language say.

A moment later, an old man with a beer belly and a bald head came out of the hotel, waved enthusiastically in Wei Ran's direction, then took a bunch of keys from his waist, and opened the car that was pulling the oil tank. truck door.

At the same time, the young man who was originally in Wei Ran's car also opened the door and got into the cab of the truck pulling the refrigerated containers.

A moment later, the two trucks roared their engines and blared powerfully, and slowly drove out of the parking lot one after the other.

"Didn't you come to make a movie?"

Wei Ran glanced at the submachine gun and two magazines placed on the co-pilot's seat, hesitated for a moment, and unloaded the long magazine with a capacity of 32 rounds mounted on the gun, and then emptied the chamber. The magazines, and the weapon itself, were all tucked into the crevice under the seat.

He didn't start the car until he was sure that these things he didn't need would come out, and then he followed the two trucks that were obviously waiting for him and left the parking lot.

(End of this chapter)