emissions, not to mention improved suspension.”

"You actually have better choices," Wei Ran said subconsciously, "such as Iveco, such as Unimo..."

“It’s just the best choice”

Aladdin said with a smile, "In the Gaza Strip, what we need is an off-road vehicle that can quickly shuttle through the ruins. It does not need a complicated computer system, nor does it need an overly eye-catching appearance. This can give us

Reducing many unnecessary maintenance costs can also help us avoid many unnecessary dangers."

Having said this, Aladdin patted the car door lightly, "And in our childhood memories, this is what an emergency vehicle should look like."

"yes..."

As Wei Ran spoke, he switched gears and increased the speed of the car. He almost ran out of words and said, "We should at least change to an automatic transmission. This will at least make driving more convenient."

"You must have never driven an emergency ambulance."

Aladdin lit a cigarette with a smile, "Manual transmission is the first choice for emergency vehicles."

"I've never driven an ambulance before"

Wei Ran smiled absently, "Aladdin, you look more like an experienced off-road vehicle driver."

"I'm still a general practitioner"

Aladdin smiled and said, "These two identities do not conflict, especially in the dangerous Gaza, where everything is lacking, not only doctors and medicines, but also drivers, fuel and emergency vehicles."

“Same as decades ago”

"Yes, it's the same as it was decades ago."

Aladdin nodded subconsciously, and then fell into silence.

Obviously, this man who was no longer young was reminded of his childhood memories. He just didn't know that he was not the only one who was recalled.

While chatting about the car, Weiran drove the car back to the car modification factory with the help of the navigation system.

"Are you ready to leave now?"

Kurt, who had received the news in advance, was already waiting at the door, "I'm planning to have a good gathering tonight, and Hanward will bring his wife and children with him."

“Next time”

Wei Ran apologized and used the excuse he used when leaving the farm again, "I'm going to visit Mr. Yashar's parents' grave first. When I find the negatives of those photos, I will..."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Before he could finish his sentence, the phone in his pocket rang with a text message.

"When I find those negatives, I will come to visit you again." Wei Ran said with a normal expression.

"That's...okay"

Kurt and Aladdin looked at each other with their hands spread out, and when they looked at Wei Ran again, their expressions were much more serious, "Victor, finding the negatives of those photos is not as safe as you think, be careful..."

"I'll be careful"

Wei Ran shook hands with the other party again, "Mr. Aladdin just reminded me."

"I already regret it..."

"I've already received half of the commission."

Wei Ran said in a joking tone, "And I am about to receive the other half of the commission, so there is no possibility of regretting this job."

"Anyway, thank you for your willingness to help us." Kurt held Wei Ran's hand tightly and shook it solemnly, "You and your girlfriends are welcome to visit our farm at any time."

"I said, I only have one girlfriend." Wei Ran explained again in vain.

"You don't need to explain this kind of thing to us old guys," Kurt laughed and said, obviously not intending to believe Wei Ran's lies.

Without much exchange of pleasantries, Wei Ran got into the car he rented and left the modification shop while waving goodbye to the two old men, choosing a random direction and driving out.

When the modification factory behind him was completely blocked by the buildings along the way, he slowly pulled over, pulled the handbrake and took out his mobile phone.

The message prompt just now came from a spam text message, but Wei Ran knew that this spam text message meant that Sister Katenka sent him an email.

Instead of rushing to take out the authenticator to see what email the other party had sent, he drove away again. With the help of navigation, he stopped at the door of a local cake shop with a long history, bought a Sachertorte, and then

Bought a large portion of Mozart chocolate balls.

Carrying these small gifts, he drove the car to the entrance of a hotel. Wei Ran checked in unhurriedly, closed the curtains and checked the room very carefully. Then he took out his suitcase and put the two gifts away.

Put it in carefully.

He took out an extra food box and took out the authenticator. When he connected it to his mobile phone and logged into his mailbox and saw the email from Anfiya, his good mood disappeared and he frowned.

In this email, in addition to an audio clip, there are two photos and a text.

He didn't even have time to listen to the audio, let alone read the text. Just those two photos made him realize the seriousness of the problem.

The first photo was taken from a condescending angle before Weiran, Kurt and others walked out of the modification factory at noon yesterday and were about to get into the off-road vehicle.

The angle of the second photo was no different from the previous one, but what was captured was the moment when he drove the off-road vehicle back to the modification factory not long ago and chatted with Kurt at the door.

He was even certain that Anfiya sent an email at most two or three minutes after this photo was taken.

Almost subconsciously, he ducked into the blind spot in the corner and squatted on the floor. Then he continued to browse other contents in the email.

However, what he didn't expect was that the content of this email was actually related to one of his old clients - Mr. Edward, a rich and immoral man from the United Kingdom.

Speaking of which, since she accidentally met Mr. Edward in France last time and got all the clues about his disgusting things, Anfiya has used technical means to monitor the old man's communication tools for a long time (Chapter 1347, 1348, 1373

).

Now, the long period of monitoring has finally yielded unexpected results for everyone.

According to the description in this email, just last night, Mr. Edward received a phone call, and shortly after hanging up the phone, he sent an email.

What caught the attention of the monitoring program were several preset keywords mentioned in English on the phone call: "Victor", "Chinese" and "historian".

When Anphia, who was taking a hot spring bath in the castle, came online urgently, Mr. Edward had already sent the email.

What made Anfiya more vigilant was that the content of the emails sent by Edward were basically some information and photos about Weiran.

He even described in detail in this email the process of hiring Weiyan to help him find an airplane in the desert, as well as his objective evaluation of Weiyan.

Almost subconsciously, Anfiya's curiosity was aroused and she easily invaded the recipient's computer, followed the clues to find another account that sent him the email, and found a photo of her boss in it.

Weiran took out a pair of outdated but safe enough wired headphones and connected them to the authenticator. He turned down the volume and clicked on the call recording.

"Mr. Edward, it seems that you have been in contact with the Chinese historian Victor who appeared in the news recently?"

At the beginning of this recording, a man with a very magnetic American accent asked directly.

“It is true”

In the recording, Edward replied in a British accent, "Mr. Mayhill also wants to hire that Chinese to help you investigate something? I have a pretty good relationship with him, and I can introduce you to each other."

“No need for now”

The man named Mehir still said straightforwardly, "Send me a copy of his detailed information, and by the way, I can objectively evaluate his investigative capabilities."

"No problem" Edward asked in Hebrew, "Can I know what happened?"

"This Chinese is in contact with our target"

Mehir also switched to Hebrew, "If his investigative skills are strong, he might dig out some things that are very troublesome for us."

"What do you need me to do?" Edward asked without thinking.

"Send his information first."

"If we are going to take action against him, we may need your help then," Mehir said.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "This is my honor, Mr. Mehir." Edward said, "I will send you the information about the Chinese young man later."

The recording ends here. Obviously, it was Mr. Mayhill who hung up the phone first. This small detail actually implies that his status seems to be higher than that of Edward.

After putting away his headphones, Wei Ran, who was leaning against the corner, just snorted, then stood up with his support on the wall and lay on the bed again.

Obviously, the Mecher who is eyeing him is most likely from the Chair Crack or some wart organizations that have been secretly eyeing Kurt Holler.

He could even guess the approximate location of the candid photographer based on the angles of the two candid photos.

But...is it necessary?

Wei Ran stared blankly at the ceiling above his head and couldn't help but ask a key question. From 1982 to 2020, the span was almost half a century. If it were him, he could have chosen to kill all the suspects once and for all.

to resolve any potential troubles.

He had no doubt that he was fully capable of doing this by staring into Kurt's eyes. Not to mention anything else, as long as he could sneak into the second floor of the workshop and follow the pictures of the certificates in the glass display cabinet, it would be enough.

In fact, as long as the time is chosen well, a fire might be able to wipe out Kurt and all of them.

But since those who were always staring at them did not do this, it was obviously not out of kindness. In this case, their purpose was only those disappeared photo negatives.

Could it be that there is some extremely important, or in other words, extremely fatal key information hidden in those negatives?

It seems that this is the only way to make sense...

Just as Wei Ran was sorting out his thoughts, the cell phone he placed next to the table received another email from Anfiya.

He picked up the phone again and clicked on a new email, but a trace of murderous intent flashed across Wei Ran's face.

The unidentified Mr. Mayhill seemed to be preparing to kidnap Suisui to threaten him. At the same time, he also sent several people who seemed to be preparing to monitor him and to snatch the photo negatives if he found them.
To be continued...