Alexander's speed was much faster than Weiran expected. At noon the next day, Weiran, who accompanied Suisui and others, had just put sisters Olga and Olena on the plane back to Petersburg, and received a message from Alexander.

Telephone.

"Victor, when do you plan to start the investigation?"

Alexander on the other end of the phone said, "Saveli has just rushed to the factory with the epoxy work. Also, I have bought the factory. Where did the professor go? I plan to put that

I’ve given this shabby factory to you, how about just putting it in the professor’s name?”

"Buy...bought it?" Wei Ran asked in shock, "What did you buy it for?"

"Don't you want it?"

Alexander on the other end of the phone asked in equal astonishment, "Did I misunderstand your hint?"

"What did I imply?" Weiran asked, dumbfounded, "I'm not usually in Volgograd. What do I want with that shabby factory?"

"Forget it, it's not important. That shabby factory isn't worth much anyway. Let's get down to business!" Alexander asked nonchalantly, "Where did the professor go? Why were his and Zhou's phones turned off again? Why were he and Zhou's phones turned off again?

Yes, when do you plan to start the investigation?"

“Thank you for your generous holiday”

Wei Ran pulled Suisui and said as he walked out of the airport, "He and my aunt went back to Murmansk early this morning with Saveli's father and Zoya's father, along with Zoya who went back to resign and pack her luggage.

Ya.

The professor is going to use this holiday to complete the historical investigation and research on the Brandenburg soldiers he discovered. At this time, I guess their flight has not landed yet."

"I started to regret giving him such a long vacation."

Alexander on the other side of the phone muttered something, and then brought the topic back with a hint of regret, "So when do you plan to start the investigation?"

"I will think about it," Wei Ran said vaguely.

"You're not going back to Kazan without completing the investigation, are you?" Alexander asked slightly warily, "I also arranged an interview, so you can't leave suddenly."

"And there's still an interview?"

"Of course there are interviews," Alexander replied matter-of-factly, or rather ask, why is he willing to spend so much money and energy doing these things?

"I will do it as soon as possible," Weiran promised again before hanging up the phone.

"Where are you going next?" Wei Ran asked Suisui.

"go home"

Suisui yawned, "Have a rest, we should also think about when to return to Kazan."

"Let's go back in the next two days," Wei Ran replied without any burden.

"Aren't you still going to help Mr. Alexander with the investigation?" Suisui looked at Wei Ran suspiciously, "Are you going to let him go?"

"It's not that bad," Wei Ran waved his hand and explained casually, "I can't help but run around the neighborhood these two days."

"Then let's wait for you!" Suisui said without thinking.

"Aren't you in a hurry to get back to work?"

"With those part-time international students, I feel so relaxed." Suisui said happily.

Chatting on this topic all the way, Wei Ran drove the girls back to his home on the island, and then rushed alone to the abandoned agricultural product factory where the gypsy people were once captured.

Far away, he saw some construction workers repairing walls and gates, and parked at the gate was the BMW car that Alexander gave to Saveli that had not had time to get the license plate.

"How's the new job?" Weiyan opened the door and got out of the car and asked Saveli, who was leaning against the car door and smoking.

“Much easier than my previous job”

After Savelli tried to give him some cigarettes and was politely refused, he waved him and led him inside while saying, "That thing was delivered half an hour ago. In addition, the boss seems to have bought it and is going to give it away."

for you."

"How much did it cost?" Wei Ran asked casually.

"Less than two million rubles"

Saveli replied, "I heard that this place used to process agricultural products and has been abandoned for a long time. Victor, why are you interested in this dilapidated house?"

"It's just a misunderstanding." Wei Ran grinned but didn't bother to explain, and followed him into the workshop where the gypsy people were originally imprisoned.

The workshop has been cleaned, and there is a circle of floodlights around it that can only be seen on the construction site.

A Ural 4320 flatbed truck was parked in the middle of these floodlight beams. At this time, the epoxy work was placed on the truck bed - the details illuminated by those dazzling beams of light seemed to appear.

Stained with a layer of halo.

"Mr. Alexander was worried that this thing would be stolen or destroyed if it was left here, so he arranged for several guards."

Saveli pointed outside the workshop, "They are usually outside and won't disturb your work."

"Where are the workers outside?" Wei Ran thought for a while and asked, "They are not planning to renovate the entire factory, are they?"

"They are only responsible for renovating the walls and gates," Saveli replied with a smile.

"What about you? Do you have to stay here with me?" Weiran asked as he looked around the Ural truck.

"I am only responsible for putting this thing in your hands." Saveli spread his hands, "Of course, if you need my help, I can also stay."

Wei Ran said as he walked out, "You can't help with this kind of thing. You can go and do your work first. I will inform Mr. Alexander directly when I have the results."

After exchanging a few words and greetings to send Saveli away, who was barely considered a friend, Weiran walked around inside and outside the still sturdy workshop, and then drove to a nearby town to buy some supplies that might be needed.

The materials in the metal book have been replenished.

Returning to the workshop again, Wei Ran turned off all the floodlights, then climbed into the cargo compartment, looked at the broken bones and weapons sealed by resin, and took out the metal book. Amidst the sound of turning pages, the metal quill also

Drawing began on the page.

It was a back figure, lying behind a birch tree that was only thigh-thick, with its whole body covered by the surrounding shrubs, and firing a Degtyaryov anti-tank gun in its hand.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Right in front of the barrel where the muzzle flash is spraying thinly, and the surrounding bushes are pushed away by the muzzle airflow, a tank and a gun can be vaguely seen.

A half-track armored vehicle, as well as a looming anti-tank cone.

While he was waiting, the metal quill wrote the beginning of the story under this pattern:

Role identity: Guerrilla gun repairman Victor

Return mission: Assist in destroying at least five tanks and armored vehicles, escape from the enemy encirclement, and take individual photos and no less than two group photos of all guerrillas.

Skill task: Clean the battlefield and collect at least 40 kilograms of individual weapons.

Skill Deprivation: Medical, German

When was the last time you were deprived of skills?

Before Wei Ran could figure out the problem, a strong white light swept over him, and soon after, he also saw something that could be used this time.

"I actually gave this!"

Wei Ran's heart skipped a beat. The first usable prop he saw was the Solothurn anti-tank gun that he had almost no chance of using!

Immediately afterwards, a Rolleiflex double-lens reflex camera, a Soviet army cape and the German marching boots that always appeared in matching colors appeared in the white light, as well as a fountain pen and a blues harmonica.

While he waited patiently, the return watch bound to the compass appeared in the white light one after another, as well as the engineer shovel, the British P44 kettle, the Nagant revolver and the paratrooper gravity knife, and finally appeared

wire cutters.

This is a bit troublesome...

Wei Ran frowned. Although he was given the anti-tank gun that he had always wanted, this time, the other hot weapons were only a revolver and not even a bayonet.

But thinking about my identity this time, I probably won't encounter any danger...

In his last wild thoughts, the white light gradually faded away, and the surrounding temperature did not change much. However, he smelled the unique smell of humus in the breeze blowing in front of him, and heard the soft rustle of leaves when the wind blew.

When his vision also recovered, he found that he was lying in a bush full of fallen leaves. There was no one else around him. Behind him was a large birch forest. Not far in front of him, outside the forest, was a forest that seemed to have happened.

The fire farmland was only a hundred meters away from me, and there was a winding dirt road in the middle of the farmland.

I habitually looked at my outfit. On my head was a tattered Budyonian hat with dead grass branches. On my upper body was a classic half-carded khaki summer pullover, and a tattered khaki summer pullover on top.

He was wearing a khaki sweetheart-neck sweater that was tattered and stained with fallen leaves. As expected, his lower body was a pair of khaki bloomers that matched the pullover. On his feet, he was wearing a pair of soaked oilcloth boots.

Compared to this suit of clothes that seemed to belong to the regular army, there was a marching bag issued by Germany in the early World War II still with maroon horse fur on the side and front of his body.

In this open military bag, there were only four bottles of Motolov cocktails, a trench lighter that had obviously been captured from the Germans, and an open German lunch box. What the lunch box contained was a set of five rounds.

A 14.5 mm caliber bullet fixed in a leaky clip!

Just from the black-painted warheads of those bullets, we knew that these were BS-41 tungsten core armor-piercing bullets.

But I don’t have an anti-tank gun, or to be precise, I don’t have an anti-tank gun that can fire such bullets. So, there are actually other people around?

He carefully looked around, but unfortunately, because of the cover of the bushes and because the terrain here was not high, he didn't find anything.

Even so, he also knew clearly that it was best to lie down at this time. After all, even if he left rashly, he would not know where to go.

After observing again, Wei Ran took out the Soviet cloak first. To his surprise, there was a German square box flashlight hanging on the inside of the cloak. The flashlight was painted in white and attached to the outside.

He recognized the leather holster at a glance. It was most likely a trophy captured during the last battle against the Brandenburg troops in the Arctic Circle battlefield.

It didn't seem to be there when I took it out...

Wei Ran muttered secretly and spread the cloak at the roots of the bush, then reached in with his left hand and took out the anti-tank gun.

Although the high-power sight that Weiran replaced it with was still there, the accompanying artillery frame did not appear. Accordingly, its ammunition reserve only had the magazine inserted in the gun body.

I took off the magazine and took a look. Fortunately, there were bullets in it, but unfortunately it was not armor-piercing bullets but high-explosive bullets.

Reload the magazine, crank the crank to push a bullet into the chamber, and cover the more conspicuous rear part with a cloak.

After observing for a while again, Wei Ran looked up at the still bright sunshine, and then took out the compass to determine the direction. After some estimation, he adjusted the return watch to roughly four o'clock in the afternoon, and
To be continued...