Chapter 1088 of the Notes of a War Photographer: The free gunman who lost his freedom and traces hung up the phone. Wei Ran piled all the clothes he had taken off the unlucky man into the wash basin, and then took the seized pistol and spare parts.

The magazine sat on the table in the living room again.

After a rough inspection, he finally discovered the differences between these bullets.

To put it simply, those bullets with blue paint on their bullet heads are all highly charged bullets. A more straightforward explanation is to increase the amount of powder charged in the bullet to give the bullet greater penetrating power.

, but it also reduces the stopping effect of the bullet.

The remaining bullets that are not painted with sky blue paint are reduced-charge bullets.

The power of these bullets is naturally smaller, but because of the weakened power, the stopping effect is somewhat stronger.

It was really hard to tell which of the two types of bullets was stronger or weaker, but at least he could be sure that the warheads in Luke and his partner's brains were most likely shot by this reduced-charge bullet.

Not only that, even the magazine is loaded in the order of one strong charge and one reduced charge. From this small detail, you can also see the strength of the man of the same age who is still lying in the bathtub.

Confidence, prudence, rich experience, and, of course, the distinctive execution method.

All this undoubtedly implies that the unlucky guy who was shocked and greeted unconsciously was most likely a professional eater of this bowl of rice.

After thinking for a moment, Wei Ran used wet wipes to reload the bullets into the magazine in the original order, and then put the pistol and the remains of the two bullets that had just been disassembled into the food box.

He had just finished his work here when the doorbell rang outside the room, and soon after, Wan Qiu called.

"Doctor Wu, what you want is already at the door of the room." Wan Qiu said softly, "Do you need us to do anything else?"

"Prepare four of the largest aluminum alloy suitcases for me. They can be delivered before dark." Wei Ran said with a smile before opening the door, "That's all for now."

"OK"

Wan Qiu simply hung up the phone after saying that, and Wei Ran waited for a moment before opening the door and carrying the two large buckets of 10 liters of hydrogen peroxide into the bathroom.

After locking the door again, Wei Ran first poured one of the buckets into the wash basin with the broken clothes, and then threw the blood-stained towel into it.

After the blood stains on the towel on the clothes were oxidized, he used the towel to carefully wipe away the blood stains on the floor at the door, and finally poured some more hydrogen peroxide on the floor.

After dealing with the blood stains left by the unlucky man, he used the other party's razor-sharp folding knife to gently cut a long and slender wound on his face. But then, he poured a cup of hydrogen peroxide into his face.

He slowly fell onto the wound where blood was pouring out.

Under the stimulation of severe pain, the unfortunate man finally regained consciousness. However, he suppressed any screams.

"do you know Chinese?"

Wei Ran asked in his native language while restoring the other person's jaw to normal. As expected, the other person didn't respond at all.

"It's been a long time since I met someone as tough as you." Wei Ran poured the remaining half cup of hydrogen peroxide onto the wound on the other person's face, then stood up and left the bathroom.

After a while, he walked back to the bathroom carrying a retro-style metal medical box. While slowly preparing for the operation, he said in Chinese, "To tell you the truth, although I am a historian, I am also a plastic surgeon.

I hope you will be satisfied with my workmanship."

After a short pause, Wei Ran picked up a disposable morphine syringe and said, "Next, I am going to change your gender. Although the conditions here are indeed a bit crude, if you can survive, I will give you a gender after a while.

You get a pair of older brothers, and then I will sell you to a friend of mine, and he will arrange a new job for you where you can enjoy happiness every day."

After saying that, Wei Ran, who looked crazy, put on his mask and, regardless of the opponent's struggle, stuck the maple in his hand into the opponent's thigh.

After waiting for a moment, Wei Ran picked up a hemostatic forceps and clamped the opponent's skin. Seeing that the opponent didn't respond, he immediately picked up a scalpel and said, "Look, I'm still a very good person. If it were someone else, I wouldn't be able to do it."

I’ll give you an anesthetic.”

"What do you want to know?" The man lying in the bathtub finally got scared and asked in Chinese that emphasized the weirdness.

"You can say whatever you want."

Wei Ran said with a smile, "For example, what is your name, where are you from, what organization do you belong to, where are your other two companions, who is your employer, what are the secrets in that photo album, etc."

Gently tapping the scalpel and hemostatic forceps in his hand and putting them aside, Wei Ran turned on the ventilation in the bathroom, then turned on the speakers in the room to randomly play a piece of heavy metal music, and then returned to the bathtub.

He said with a smile, "I can guarantee that you will survive, but whether you live in heaven or hell depends on you. I will continue to operate on you until you tell me that I am interested.

I won’t stop until the content.”

After saying that, Wei Ran had already pulled the opponent's dislocated legs out of the bathtub, tied a piece of gauze to the handrail beside the bathtub, then picked up the scalpel again and made a slight cut on the opponent's thigh.

"Stop! Stop!"

The unlucky guy yelled in panic. Seeing that Wei Ran didn't stop at all, he immediately sped up his speech and said in Chinese with a weird accent, "I am a man with a stick, and my name is Cui!"

Before the man could finish his words, Wei Ran stabbed his arm with a scalpel and reminded him in a cold tone, "I'm not here to listen to your story, so you'd better tell the truth."

After saying that, he pulled out the scalpel again and continued to slowly cut open the other person's skin.

"Recruiter, I am a recruiter! My name is Chiba Kao!"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The man said in panic, "I didn't lie to you! My father is a recruiter, but my mother is a penis sucker!"

"You'd better say something that interests me," Wei Ran reminded while busy, "otherwise how can I stop?"

"I'm a freelancer, codenamed Shrike!"

Chiba Genan spoke faster, "My partner is in Kazan now, ready to kidnap your girlfriends or directly steal the photo album."

Girlfriends?

Wei Ran's subordinates whose innocence had been sullied for no reason could not help but speed up, and Qianba Genan continued to speak more and more nervously, "She is a commercial spy, good at stealing commercial secrets, and she is a mixed race! She is about 1.6 meters tall.

, long hair! I don’t know her name, I only know her code name is Jerry, the Jerry in the cartoon!”

Seeing that Wei Ran still didn't stop, Chiba Genan didn't dare to stop either, "I only have this one companion this time. I don't know who my employer is. I just know that I have to take the album back and give it to him!"

Seeing that Wei Ran still didn't stop, Qianye Genan almost collapsed and begged, "I'm telling the truth, I don't have anything to hide! Stop it! Stop it!"

"Give me another five minutes and I can help you peel off the bird's skin completely."

Wei Ran stopped what he was doing with great regret, and while letting the blood-stained scalpel flexibly spin around on his fingertips, he asked, "It's my turn to ask questions next, but I accidentally cut off a blood vessel just now."

, so you'd better answer faster."

Ignoring the desperate expression on the other person's face, Wei Ran slowly poured a glass of hydrogen peroxide and asked with a smile, "Did your employer ask you to come to me, or did you do it on your own?"

"It's the result of discussion between my partner and I!"

Chiba Kao replied in Chinese very quickly, "Our employer only asks for the photo album and does not care about our specific actions."

"Next question"

Wei Ran poured the hydrogen peroxide in the cup onto the wound on the opponent's arm that was poked by the scalpel, and asked slowly, "Where should I send the photo album after I get it? Which is your partner's contact information?"

“After getting the photo album, I sent it to a hotel in Melbourne!”

Chiba Kao suppressed the severe pain and screams in his arms and answered as quickly as possible, "My partner's cell phone number ends at 22, stop it!"

"Call your partner"

Wei Ran said with a smile, "Tell her that you have caught me, tortured me and hid the photo album in the darkroom at the end of the basement of the library, and the library guards only work until 3:30 in the morning."

After a pause, Wei Ran poured another glass of hydrogen peroxide and said, "If you can catch your partner, you have a chance to survive. If you can verify from her mouth that what you said is true, you won't have to continue to be tortured."

Already.

Of course, I may not be able to let you go, but at least I can arrange a fairly safe teaching job for you."

"I agree, I agree!"

Chiba Kao hurriedly agreed.

"Finally, where is your destination?" Wei Ran asked the last question with a smile, "Of course, there is also your means of transportation."

Naturally, Qianba Genan would not hide this small problem and informed Wei Ran one by one with great pleasure.

Seeing this, the latter took the other party's satellite phone and found his partner's number, "What are your contact habits?"

"Send a message first"

Chiba Kao glanced at the dark red blood flowing from his thigh into the bathtub, and spoke faster, "The content is the current time minus two hours and 17 minutes."

Hearing this, Wei Ran first edited the time and showed it to the other party. After confirming that there was no problem with the format, he straightened up and added an extra sentence in Russian and sent it to Anfiya's phone, and then dialed Anfiya's number.

, and then placed it next to Chiba Kao's ear.

"Run, I've been caught, contact the boss." Chiba Kao put on his stick in his mouth and reminded him with a normal expression, and then he bit his tongue and committed suicide.

However, before he could use any strength, Wei Ran had already held his chin and pushed hard again, easily pulling open the joint of the mandible.

"Although I don't understand what you are talking about, your partner has been arrested and is a mixed-race woman."

On the other end of the phone, Anfiya, who had been warned in advance, said slowly in English, "This is Russia, you should find a white girl to be more natural."

After saying that, Anfiya hung up the phone, and Qianye Genan's face was already full of despair.

"You were guiding me to contact your partner from the beginning, right?"

Wei Ran threw the satellite phone aside and asked with a smile, "Is that why you answered so many messages so happily, just to gain my trust and get such an opportunity?"

Seeing that Chiba Genan still didn't speak, Wei Ran paused and continued, "I will cut you into large and small parts until only the trunk is left alive. If I don't get the information I want, I will

Use the same method after you catch your partner."

At this point, Wei Ran stopped, suddenly changed into a useless cunt language, and asked into the other person's ear, "Isn't that mixed-race woman more than your partner?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Qianye Genan's body trembled. However, before he could say anything, Wei Ran straightened up and said, "I have changed my mind. The friend I just mentioned probably has a lot of people under him."
To be continued...