War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 766

Early in the morning, Wei Ran and others bid farewell to Mr. Nicholas, and drove to the largest town on Goronid Island.

Before the car they were in was far away, a young man who looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old at most, hiding in the forest by the roadside, had already pulled out his mobile phone and dialed.

"What's the matter?" The person on the other end asked impatiently as soon as the call was connected.

"You guys better come here quickly"

The young guy reminded as he walked towards the motorcycle deep in the forest, "There is only one old man who looks very weak in that house now, and the rest are driving in the direction of the town. I guess they must go Have some fun in town."

"Is there such a good thing?" The person on the other end of the phone muttered subconsciously, and then said, "You go to the pier to the southwest and wait, we're leaving now."

"Can't you rent a fishing boat and drive directly here?" The young man asked impatiently.

"Are you an idiot? We are going to steal something. Do you think the person who sailed the boat for us is blind?" The other end of the phone scolded unceremoniously, "Anyway, hurry up and wait for us at the pier."

Listening to the busy tone coming from the mobile phone, the young man cursed to himself, picked up an off-road motorcycle from the bushes, started it, and drove straight to a cargo terminal in the southwest corner of Goronid Island .

At the same time, an unremarkable white van also left the ferry on the ferry pier in the northwest of Goronid Island, which was connected to Volgograd, and drove straight to the holiday farm bought by Professor Alexei.

In the car filled with the smell of tobacco, Karp and Teacher Dalia sat in the front and rear seats respectively. In the rear car were not only Teacher Anna and Gorman, but even Wei Ran's cheap tutor Kajik, And old Ivan, who was supposed to run the Aurora Tavern in the small town of Tula, was there.Not only that, but even the trunk is full of all kinds of gifts.

"With the addition of Comrade Apoli, this year's party will be more lively," Karp, who is in charge of driving, said with anticipation.

"Ivan, my current name is Ivan." The old Ivan who was sitting in the back row reminded helplessly, "Stop calling me by my previous name."

"Come on, who cares if your name is Ivan or Apolly."

Gorman pointed to the baby photo on the tablet screen and said, "Look, this is my grandson. Not only does he live in the United States, but his name is also Gorman."

"You were already showing off when you set off from Kazan." Old Ivan opened the window of the car and flicked the cigarette butts as he spoke, letting the cold wind mixed with some snowflakes blow into the car, taking away the lingering smoke and Cover up the chatter of the crowd.

It was only a few kilometers away from the pier to the destination. When Karp parked the car at the door of the two-story wooden house, Mr. Nicholas who heard the movement also opened the door and pointed to the garage next to him. Said, "Put the car in the garage, Victor's dog loves peeing on the tires so much."

"I must have learned from Victor." Gorman joked, opened the car door and jumped out first.

After the rest of the people got out of the car and took away the presents they brought, Karp drove the car into the garage and parked it. He glanced at the old-looking Soviet car next to him.

"What a handsome boy!"

Karp patted the cleaned roof lightly and praised, and then he took out his mobile phone to take a photo of the broken car that had been parked for an unknown amount of time, and then turned to Gore who was still chatting at the door Man and others beckoned, "Come and see, there is a GAZ24 here."

While talking, Karp also lifted the dusty hood of the car, but then he frowned.Because this car uses a V5.5 engine with a displacement of 8 liters.

In other words, this is a GAZ 24-24, and this model, in the Soviet era, was almost one of the exclusive cars of the KGB!

Quickly walking around to the rear of the car, Karp raised his eyebrows. On the trunk lid of this car, the kGB mark that should have been inlaid on it has long been removed and filled with black paint.

"This is our car." Seeing Gorman and Kajik walking into the garage, Karp immediately said, "This is a GAZ24-24."

Hearing this, Gorman, who was the first to walk in, stretched out his hand and opened the unlocked cab door, bent his head and looked in, "The dedicated communication device has been dismantled."

"There are no police lights, and a lot of things have been dismantled." Kajik, who opened the passenger door, took out a dirty photo album from the glove box while speaking.

This photo album is only the size of a palm, but there are no photos in it at all. Instead, there is a note like a ticket stuck on every page.

"Hohoo! Look at this! Tickets for the friendly match between socialist countries!"

Kajik shook the photo album in his hand, "Let me see, from 1973 to 1990, there are tickets for every game during this period! What a rich man!"

"Thanks to Brezhnev for that, if it wasn't for him there wouldn't be so many racing circuits."

Apoli, who came from the small town of Tula, walked into the garage while talking, and after observing the dirty engine, he said, "My father was a taxi driver at the time, according to my mother when she was alive. , he spends 5 rubles a week driving his taxi around the track until the last time his car goes off the track."

“What a sad story”

The old man Nicholas who walked in said with a smile, "When that idiot Brezhnev was in power, everyone really liked racing cars. No, no, no, just like Comrade Apolly said, I really want to thank you for this matter That idiot got everyone into racing, and even I went to the Bikernieki circuit in Riga so many times."

"My dad loved racing when he was alive"

Anna also walked in, pointed to the Soviet car in the garage with a cigarette and said, "I remember very clearly that he dreamed of owning a GAZ24, but unfortunately, until his death, he drove a small car. Broken Radha again."

"Who wouldn't want to"

Karp, who had been studying the trunk just now, patted the dust on his hands, "I guess this car was sold after the disintegration of the Soviet Union. At that time, the GAZ8 with a V24 engine was very popular."

"Okay, if you like it so much, you can talk to Alexei, maybe he is willing to sell this car to you."

Nicholas paused, let Mr. Daria, who hadn't joined the conversation, support him, and said as he walked towards the door next door, "Come in, I didn't invite you to look at the car. Also, Remember to put a lock on the garage door, Victor's stupid dog is so obsessed with peeing on the tires."

Karp and the others smiled when they heard the words. After restoring the car to its original state, they left the garage and locked the door. They followed Nicholas into a warm room.

While these people were chatting around the table, three Ural 4320 trucks also drove onto the pier one after another in the southwest corner of Goronid Island.

As the car door was pushed open, a long and rather strong blond man jumped down, walked towards the white off-road motorcycle by the side of the road with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Where is that plane?" The strong man asked from a long distance away.

"Where's the money?" The young man sitting astride the motorcycle asked, "One hundred thousand rubles in cash."

Hearing this, the strong man was very happy, he opened the satchel and took out a stack of banknotes and handed it to the young man on the motorcycle.

The latter took the money and counted it carefully, took out a few more and looked at the sun, then put all of them into his pocket, "Follow me, I will take you there now."

"Did you find the car you were looking for?" the strong man grabbed the handlebar of the motorcycle and asked.

"Not yet, only one plane has been found so far."

The young man on the motorcycle simply sat down again and reminded, "You guys said to get rid of the wreckage first, see if there is anything underneath, and then look for that car."

"That's right, lead the way."

The strong man let go of his hand while speaking, and the young man immediately turned on the accelerator and drove the off-road vehicle along the country road to Alexei's holiday farm.

"Head, what shall we do later?" A tall and thin man approached from behind and asked in a low voice.

"The old way"

The leading brawny man responded with a smile, "When the time comes, go ask for help. If the old guy is willing to help, lead him away. If he is not willing, find a way to make him fall and send him to the hospital."

"Misha, did you hear that?" the tall and thin man turned around and asked.

"I heard that" from the co-pilot position of one of the trucks, a fat woman who looked about 30 years old poked her head out and responded.

"Then let's go!" After the leading man finished speaking, he turned and got into the cab of another truck.

After a while, the three vehicles increased their horsepower and caught up with the off-road motorcycles that were waiting for them. Under his leadership, they drove straight to the intersection not far from the holiday farm that Professor Alexei bought and stopped.

"Continuing forward from here, as long as you turn left along the edge of the small birch forest, you can see the wooden house in the middle of the farm. I saw the things that were dug out at that time being sent into the building. The garage of the house."

The young man on the motorcycle put down his hand after finishing speaking, looked at the head of the strong man and said, "There is what you are looking for. This morning, the people in that house took a van to the direction of the town. Only one old man remained."

"It's none of your business here"

The leading strong man waved his hand like chasing flies, and threw a bunch of keys to the other party, "Go to the warehouse in Red Army City, the room on the second floor is yours, before your parents and wife are released by the police, You can live there forever, but there are two requirements."

"What request?" The boy on the motorcycle asked vigilantly after taking the key.

"First, don't take the gypsies to that warehouse." The strong man at the head said, gesturing with his fingers.

The boy on the "Roma" motorcycle corrected that although the term gypsies is more widely known, it is inherently insulting and discriminatory to them.

"No matter what it's called, you can't take your people to that warehouse."

"The second request" the boy on the motorcycle asked calmly.

"The second request, if there is one thing missing in that warehouse, I will ask your little wife to give me a child as compensation." Before the strong man could finish his sentence, the people around him burst into laughter and followed suit. All kinds of foul language came out.

On the other hand, the young man just turned the front of the motorcycle, turned the accelerator and drove straight to the pier where he just met these scumbags.

"Let's start!" The leading strong man yelled before the motorcycle could go far.

Following his order, one of the trucks drove straight into the ditch on the side of the road, and the fat woman named Misha also climbed into the co-pilot of the truck, who was familiar with the road. The not-so-big pillow was stuffed into the clothes on the abdomen. After some adjustments, the tall and thin man also took out a pack of expired blood plasma from his pocket and cut it open. Some of the clothes on the chest were squeezed, and in the end, all the rest were squeezed on the white overalls worn by the woman named Misha.

At the same time, another truck with a lot of hay in its cargo box had also stepped up its accelerator and drove past the road next to the exclusive farm ahead of time.As for the truck at the end, it had already been more than a hundred meters behind it, blocking the snow-covered country road.

"let's start!"

On the radio channel, following the order of the strong man at the head, the tall, thin man with blood on his hands immediately ran to Professor Alexey's holiday farm.

(End of this chapter)