When the white light faded again, Wei Ran found himself once again at the farm in Clara Edelweiss's dream.

Habitually raising his head to glance at the carefree girl in the distance, Wei Ran took a deep breath and looked down at the metal book on the table.

Act 4

Role identity: Red Cross doctor Victor

Return mission: Kill at least two militants with cold weapons, rescue the captives, assist partner Kirill in completing the operation, and arrive at the refugee camp.

Red Cross doctor?

Wei Ran was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but look at Clara in the distance again.

But soon, a rich white light swept over him, and he also saw the things that could be used this time, a Mauser bayonet, an eating knife, a medical kit, and that's all.

grass...

As Wei Ran cursed, the white light began to dissipate, but before he could see everything around him clearly, he heard a series of dense and deafening gunshots, explosions and even screams!

Blinking quickly to regain his vision, he realized that he was in the cargo bed of a truck with a tarpaulin.

He recognized it at just a glance. It was a Ural 4320, which was most likely a legacy from the Soviet-Afghan War.

There were many women, children and elderly people crowded in the cargo bed of this truck, and two injured men were also lying there.

Their wounds had been initially bandaged and treated, and they even had a bag of plasma hung on the roof of the shed, but even so, their condition was still not good.

He looked down at himself. He was wearing a blood-stained white coat, and slung over his shoulder was a Soviet medical bag with white paint and a conspicuous red cross. In the pocket of the white coat, he also touched the Italian-made

Micro camera.

Where did this special code come from?

Before Wei Ran could turn around and take a look inside the cab, the truck suddenly stopped with a creak.

"Da da da!"

The harsh gunfire caused the men, women, and children in the cargo compartment to subconsciously let out a half-shriek, but they skillfully covered their own mouths and even the children's mouths with their hands.

After separating from the crowd and walking to the back of the car, before Wei Ran could even open the curtain, a hand from outside opened the door curtain and shined the dazzling beam of a flashlight into the cargo compartment.

Looking back along the arm with squinted eyes, a militant wearing a turban showed only a pair of cold eyes. Behind him, under the dim sky, there was another militant holding an AK rifle and firing.

Smoking.

"You, come down." The militant said in Persian toward Wei Ran.

"We are Red Cross doctors, and the people in this car are refugees."

Before Wei Ran could speak, Kirill's voice came from outside the carport. However, before he could finish his words, he let out a scream along with a muffled sound.

"come down"

At the door of the cargo compartment, the militant raised his gun as he spoke and pointed the gun at Wei Ran.

"I'll come down right away, but when your flashlight shines on me, I can't see anything. I'm highly short-sighted." Wei Ran stammered in Persian.

Hearing this, the militant snorted, finally removed the flashlight and took a step back.

Seeing this, Wei Ran blinked his eyes deliberately, then pretended to be clumsy and jumped out of the car, accidentally falling down.

As expected, his embarrassed look made the militant laugh, but it also made Wei Ran, who fell down, see clearly that there were three militants in front and behind the car.

At this time, Kirill seemed to have been hit by a gun butt. He was leaning on the tire on the side of the cargo bed and wailing. Behind him, an armed man was about to climb into the cab of the truck.

On the passenger side, it seemed that someone also jumped out of the cab and was being questioned by an armed man.

"Where are you doctors from?" asked the militant who asked Wei Ran to get out of the car.

"Kabul"

Kirill answered the question on behalf of Weiyan, "We are preparing to take these refugees out of Kabul and go to the refugee camp in Peshawar."

"Let these people get off the truck, your truck has been commandeered by us." The militant at the back of the truck said, already raising his weapon towards the cargo bed.

"Please don't shoot"

Wei Ran immediately said, "Where are you going? We can send you there. This is a Red Cross transport vehicle for wounded and refugees. It can take you anywhere safely."

As he spoke, he also put his hand into his pocket, "Also, in addition, I have a small gift for you. My friend, please be sure not to shoot. They are just innocent children and old people.

"

With that said, Wei Ran walked up to the other party, took out the miniature camera and handed it to the other party, "Please accept it, this is a gift for you."

"What is this... poof!"

The militant finally put down the AK rifle he was holding horizontally, stretched out one hand to pick up the delicate object in Wei Ran's hand, and at the same time let the flashlight held in the other hand shine into Wei Ran's palm.

.

Just when he touched the camera, a Mauser bayonet suddenly appeared in Wei Ran's hand, and before the other party could react, he stabbed it in along the gap between the sternum, and just lightly cut it out.

It broke his heart.

"Here's the camera, friend."

As Wei Ran spoke, he released his bayonet and took the flashlight from the opponent's hand, and then pulled off the rifle.

Without turning off the flashlight at all, Wei Ran took the gun and pulled the trigger above his head to fire a bullet. At the same time, he walked quickly towards Kirill, handed the weapon to him, and pointed to the other side of the car.

One side.

After getting the hint, Kirill immediately rolled under the chassis. Weiran walked to the driver's side holding a dazzling flashlight.

"Did you find anything good?" Wei Ran asked in Persian.

"Found some cigarettes and..."

The armed man, who was mostly in the cab, didn't even finish his words before Wei Ran pulled him off by his belt.

"Bang!"

Amidst the screams of this militant, a gunshot was heard from under the chassis, and the screams of another militant were heard from the other side of the car.

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Before the gunshots dissipated in response, Wei Ran had already kicked the militant he had dragged down behind his ear.

Stepping past the body, Wei Ran walked to the other side and saw the Red Cross doctor named Marcelo. He was shot in the arm and dropped his weapon. He sat on the ground and screamed.

militants, and even Kirill who had just crawled out from under the car.

"Crack!"

Before the two men could speak, Wei Ran kicked the militant in the back of the head. The latter immediately became quiet and fell to the ground with a plop.

"Did you kill him?" Marcelo asked in disbelief.

"No"

Weiran denied it, "He just fainted. I think we need to get out of here quickly."

"Yes, that's right, get out of here."

Marcelo reacted and quickly climbed into the cab, "Not only do we have to leave Kabul, we also have to leave Afhan."

"Wait for me a moment"

As Wei Ran spoke, he took off his white coat and threw it into the passenger seat. Then he walked around to the driver's side and squatted in front of the militant who was kicked to death to look at him. Then he put on the other person's burqa and returned to the driver's side.

He took off his scarf and wrapped it around his face, and imitated the other person and tied a blue cloth strip on his right arm.

After picking up the opponent's rifle, Wei Ran looked around and then noticed a motorcycle lying on the roadside that seemed to have a flat tire.

He walked to the back of the car and pulled out the bayonet from the corpse's chest, and took off the cloth strip on his right arm. Wei Ran went back to the passenger seat and took off the cloth strip on the corpse's right arm.

"Marcelo, you go to the back."

Wei Ran opened the passenger door and said, "Let me handle it if you encounter such a problem later."

"Alright"

Marcelo left the cab without saying a word, jogged all the way around to the back of the car and climbed in.

After he patted the window, Kirill immediately stepped on the accelerator and drove the truck, with a red cross painted on the hood and tarpaulin, along the road again.

"How far do we have to go?"

Wei Ran asked, taking a look at the Wrigley watch on the other person's wrist. The time displayed on the dial was early five o'clock.

"If we don't get stopped again, we can reach the refugee camp near Peshawar before dark," Kirill replied.

“It seems there is still a long way to go”

As Wei Ran spoke, he took apart the AK74 rifle he picked up, and after careful inspection, restored it to its original state.

"You have changed so much in these years in Afhan," Kirill sighed.

"yes..."

Wei Ran smiled, fixed the weapon on the armrest in front of him, and at the same time looked at everything in the cab of the truck.

The only special thing here is that there is a woven rattan basket between the two of them. In addition to the naan breads next to each other, there is also a small pot of cooked mutton and a Soviet oil stove.
To be continued...