Weiran didn't have to wait long. At noon on the 10th, Ninel responded to the email. The content was extremely simple, just saying "Where is he?"

Without hesitation at all, he sent Nineel the address of Mr. Brad Downey's hotel in Kazan that he had asked from his little sister.

This time, Nineel only took half a minute to send back the email - "Don't let him get away."

"What about knitting?"

Wei Ran muttered secretly, and then called the little girl in charge of this matter over and gave detailed instructions.

Although these little girls are amateurs as security guards, it is very appropriate to leave the surveillance to them.

This is Kazan, almost the base camp of the "Inta Athletes". These gangs don't have to work hard to keep track of them in person. They just have a casual chat with the hotel manager where Brad Downey is staying and deliver a box.

The best-selling tropical fruit directly took over the hotel's monitoring system.

Not only that, they even arranged for their companions to pretend to be cleaning staff, and in the name of cleaning the room, they hid a bug under the sofa in the room.

The progress of the matter was originally expected by Wei Ran to be quick and simple. On the evening of the 10th, a tall and strong white man who looked to be only 50 years old at most and still smelled of alcohol hurried to the library.

"Hello, Mr. Victor, I am Grant Downey." This middle-aged Caucasian man said in English while shaking hands with Wei Ran warmly.

At the same time, a strong man who followed him and looked about 1.9 meters tall also translated this English sentence into Russian that Wei Ran could understand, but with a strong Ukrainian accent.

No need to ask, this strong man translator must have been sent by Nineel.

"Hello, Mr. Grant." Wei Ran shook hands with the other party and said, "Please take a seat."

"I'm causing trouble for you"

Grant said extremely apologetically, and after the strong man beside him finished translating, he said, "Please help me contact Mr. Fidel to prove my identity."

Hearing this, the brawny translator nodded, took out an outdated BlackBerry phone and broadcast a series of numbers, and said in English, "We have arrived at Mr. Victor's library, okay."

After saying this, the strong man respectfully handed the phone to Wei Ran and said in Russian, "Mr. Victor, please answer the phone."

After taking the phone, Wei Ran, who had become a part of the play, said seriously in Russian, "I am Victor."

"Hi! Victor! I'm Jenny! Fidel's best friend!"

On the other end of the phone, Nineel's perverted partner Aniya said enthusiastically in Russian, "Mr. Grant is the son of Fidel's good friend. His words are credible. He and Fidel are also very good friends. He

He is the one who comes to meet you on behalf of his father."

"Okay, I understand. Please say hello to my friend Fidel for me," Wei Ran said.

"If I have the chance to meet him, I will convey it to you, but now I am studying in France." Ania, no, Jenny said enthusiastically, "I leave the affairs of the Downey family to you, Victor, look

For Fidel’s sake, please help them.”

"Fidel's friends are my friends, and I will do my best."

Wei Ran vowed to make a high-sounding promise, and at the same time, the strong man sitting opposite also translated Wei Ran's words into English.

After hanging up the phone politely, Wei Ran returned the phone to the strong man opposite and said, "Mr. Grant, before we get down to business, could you please explain what happened?"

"I do need to explain"

Grant said, but he took out the things that Wei Ran had just seen in the morning from his briefcase and placed them on the table.

"The Brad Downey you met this morning is my half-brother, the child left by my father during the Vietnam War and a more difficult woman."

Grant explained, "He had been helping in the antique store run by my father, and my father originally planned to leave the antique store to him to run after he retired."

After the strong man finished translating, Grant continued to explain, "Just about half a month ago, our father was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, and he didn't have much time left to live.

But he wanted an answer before he died, he wanted to know whether my grandfather really participated in the bombing of Tokyo, and he wanted to know whether the cigar and the signature on the photo album were really left by General LeMay."

Once again leaving enough time for the translator, Grant continued, "This is also related to the division of inheritance. He hopes that his inheritance will be divided fairly between me and Brad."

"I don't know if I should be curious"

Wei Ran waited for the strong man to finish translating and said, "Mr. Brad who came here this morning doesn't seem to care about those signatures. He..."

"Of course he doesn't care, he wants to find our grandfather's amulet."

Grant sighed and without reservation took out two photos from his bag and placed them on the table, "Please take a look."

Still waiting for the strong man to finish translating, Wei Ran picked up the two photos.

In the first photo, there is a shirtless handsome blond guy wearing World War II American military trousers. In his left hand, he is holding a huge coconut crab, and in his right hand, he is pulling the necklace hanging around his neck to his mouth, as if he is talking.

Kiss a small disc hanging from the necklace.

Looking at the second photo, the protagonist in this photo is the young man stepping on napalm that Wei Ran saw in the photo album in the morning. He is standing side by side with the handsome guy in the previous photo.

, in the latter's hand, he was once again holding the small disc that was kissed in the last photo.

It was also in this photo that Wei Ran finally saw clearly that the small disc was an ordinary-looking coin.

But compared to the coin that seemed to be the key, Wei Ran also noticed that the two handsome blond guys seemed to be quite similar in appearance, just like...blood brothers.

"The one holding the coconut crab is our grandfather Brad"

While Wei Ran put down the photo, Grant explained, "The other is a biological brother who is five years younger than our grandfather. His name is Grant. My half-brother and I are named after these two brothers."

"They are indeed brothers..."

Wei Ran muttered secretly while the strong man translated, and then asked, "That coin is the amulet? Is there anything special about it?"

"It's truly our grandfather's talisman, and it's special enough."

Grant paused and took out the third photo. This photo showed the front and back of a gold coin, and the photo was clear enough to see every texture clearly.

"This is a photo of the same gold coin that I found on the Internet and printed out in advance," Grant explained. "My brother Brad, he cares about this gold coin."

"Is this gold coin very special?" Wei Ran asked after the translation was finished. He had no interest in coins, so naturally he couldn't tell what was special about the gold coin in the photo.

“Very special indeed”

Grant said, "This is a corolla-headed double eagle gold coin minted in Philadelphia in 1849. The only one currently in existence is collected by the Smithsonian Institution. If it is sent to auction, even in the worst case, at least one can be sold.

Ten million dollars.”

"You mean, your grandfather had such a precious gold coin?" Wei Ran frowned after listening to the translation.

"Our grandfathers were originally from Philadelphia."

Grant explained, "While he was alive, he said more than once that he once owned such a gold coin, but he never mentioned that he had participated in World War II. It was not until he died that my father discovered it among his belongings.

Got these things on the table.”

"Can I ask a question?" Wei Ran asked patiently after the translation was finished.

"Of course." Grant nodded.

"Your grandmother is a recruiter?" Wei Ran asked.

"Not really"

Grant shook his head, "My grandmother is from Germany, but my brother Brad, his wife is really a recruiter."

"No wonder" Wei Ran muttered secretly.

"My brother has always wanted to find the legendary amulet" Grant said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"Can I ask a second question?" Wei Ran said after waiting for the translation to finish again.

With Grant's permission, he also asked the most critical question in Russian, "Do you know anything about the experience of your grandfather's brother, Mr. Grant?"

"He fought in the Moss War, but he didn't survive," Grant said. "There wasn't even a body left."

"Okay, next question."

Wei Ran still waited for the strong man to finish the translation before he said, "Mr. Grant, what investigation are you going to entrust me with on your father's behalf? And how are you willing to pay for it?"

"My father and I have no interest in that ridiculous gold coin."

Grant said, "I hope to fulfill my father's wish and find evidence that the signatures on the photo album and cigars were left by General LeMay, and also find a way to verify whether my grandfather participated in the bombing of Tokyo."

"If you just want to prove the authenticity of a signature, handwriting identification is enough."

Wei Ran waited for the translation to finish and said, "Also, is there no information about your grandfather in the public records of the US military?"

"can be found"

Grant said, "My grandfather joined the army in 1942 and served as a bombardier in the 3rd Bomber Division. He participated in the air raid on Regensburg in the summer of 1943."

At this point, Grant paused and waited patiently for the strong man next to him to finish the translation before continuing, "But he retired at the beginning of 1943."

"Retired?"

Wei Ran took advantage of the translation time to think briefly, and then asked, "What about after you retire? What is your grandfather's occupation?"

"After he retired, he took over the family's pawn shop."

Grant said, "The pawn shop was left to my grandfather by my great-grandfather, who in turn left it to my father. If there were no accidents, it would have been left to my brother Brad soon after.

Run with ethics.”

"Why isn't it you?" Wei Ran asked curiously after the translation.

"I have my own business," Grant explained with a smile, "and I have no interest in antiques."

"Okay, last question."
To be continued...