"Explosives?" The man was stunned, "What explosives?"

"Pa!" Wei Ran stood up, picked up the whip and hit the horse's butt gently, and the horse immediately took a step forward, pulling the man forward.

"Hurry up... cough cough! Make him stop! I will die... cough cough! I will die!"

After slowly following the horse for a distance of six or seven meters, Wei Ran grabbed the reins and stopped the horse and asked again, "So who set the explosives?"

"We just want to get some animal skins in exchange for some money."

The man's entire face was suffocated at this time, and he was breathing hard as he replied, "Even if we are caught and imprisoned, we are already prepared, but we don't want to kill anyone, how could we get explosives! We are

If you want animal skins, you don’t want to catch fish in the Ural River!”

"So you didn't set up the explosives?" Wei Ran asked again, unwilling to give up.

"We don't know anything about explosives at all!" the man replied in a broken voice.

"Where is that van?" Wei Ran asked while untying the rope around the other person's neck, "Who is driving the car?"

"It's the person who buys the skins!" The man replied quickly, "We just need to call him and he will come and buy fresh skins."

After thinking for a moment, Wei Ran tied the man to a tree on the side of the road. He got on his motorcycle and ran in the opposite direction, chasing the van with all his might.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Hurrying slowly and taking shortcuts, it took almost twenty minutes before the van finally appeared directly ahead.

Upon seeing this, Wei Ran immediately increased the accelerator and continued to close the distance between the two parties. When he was about to overtake the other party, he waved vigorously to the people in the cab.

"What's wrong?"

The driver slowed down slightly and looked at Wei Ran warily and asked in Kazakh that Wei Ran couldn't understand but could guess.

"Hey friend!"

Wei Ran pointed at the rear of the car again and said loudly in Russian, "The bumper on the back of your car is going to fall off."

Hearing this, the driver slowed down again, stuck his head out of the car window and looked back. Wei Ran, who had been secretly observing the situation in the other car, immediately reminded, "On the other side! Friend, you have to

Look in the mirror on the other side."

Hearing this, the driver who had just stuck his head out immediately looked at the rearview mirror in the direction of the passenger.

Taking this opportunity, Wei Ran jumped off the slow-moving motorcycle, took two quick steps, put his hand through the window, opened the door of the van, and pulled out the driver who was turning his body back.

The cab!

"Peng!"

Wei Ran punched the driver behind the ear and knocked him to the ground. He reached out and touched the driver's body. When he saw that there was no weapon, he immediately grabbed one of his feet and kicked him away.

There was a crunching sound, and the severe pain caused by the dislocated joint made the driver wake up instantly, but then, Wei Ran gave him a gentle kick on the ribs on the side of the liver.

Under the second severe pain, the driver immediately wailed and curled up into a shrimp shape.

At the same time, the uncontrolled van also swerved off the roadbed and continued to move forward slowly and without hesitation.

After running all the way to catch up with the van, Wei Ran opened the door and jumped into the cab. He first took a look at the car behind him, and then immediately stepped on the brakes.

Without waiting for the people in the car behind him to fall to the ground due to the inertia, he turned off the engine and took out the car key. Then he rolled out of the cab as if there was a bullet in his butt. At the same time, he held the

There is also an additional Nagant revolver.

"Peng Peng Peng!"

Wei Ran slammed the car door with the pistol grip, then hid in the front of the car and shouted, "Open the car door! Get out of the car with your hands raised and lie on the ground! Otherwise I will not only burn the car, but also burn the car."

Those who were just dragged down will be burned to death together!"

This threat was indeed more effective than anything else. Within twenty seconds, the door of the van was opened from the inside.

Immediately afterwards, a little boy who looked to be about ten years old and wearing a blood-stained down jacket jumped out of the car and fell to the ground with a look of horror on his face. At the same time, he shouted in Russian, begging Wei Ran not to let him go.

Burn him and his father to death, let alone their car.

However, Weiran did not relax his vigilance at all. Instead, he walked around the Soviet-era car vigilantly and opened the door from the other side for a cursory inspection.

Although he could see clearly at a glance, he still frowned. In this carriage filled with the strong smell of blood, in addition to sheets of sheepskins, there were also many bloodshot fox skins in the middle.

After a general inspection to make sure that no one else was hiding in the compartment of the car, Wei Ran walked around behind the little boy, lightly stepped on one of his arms, searched his body, and took it away.

He picked up a greasy knife on his waist.

He randomly found a piece of sheepskin and cut it into long strips with the other party's knife. Wei Ran tied the child's hands and feet tightly without mercy, then took out a piece of sheepskin from the carriage and gently covered the child's hands.

face.

After finishing all this, he drove back to the roadside, lifted and pulled the chin of the man who was lame, then massaged his wrists, and then kicked him into the car.

Inside, he closed the car door and pulled him next to the child who dared not move.

He pinched the man's wrist in an unclear way, and after the man let out a scream, Wei Ran opened the car door, walked over to the little boy whose face was covered, and sat down on a table.

He asked on the sheepskin he took casually, "Little guy, what's your name?"

"Sherik," the little boy replied in panic, "you...what did you do to my dad? Is he screaming?"

"It's really him"

Wei Ran pressed the sheepskin on the other person's face and said, "Sherick, answer my question honestly. There won't be any problems with your father, you, and your car. Otherwise, I will take care of you."

If the whole family stays here, even if you won't freeze to death, you will be eaten by wolves."

"What do you want to know?" Sherrick asked with a cry.

"What did the man on horseback throw into your car just now?" Wei Ran asked the first question while turning on the recording function of his mobile phone.

Sherrick was silent for a moment, and finally replied in a panic, "Fox...fox fur."

"Very good. What a good boy. Now comes the second question."

Wei Rankang generously gave a meaningless compliment, and then asked, "Who is that horseman?"

"I don't know him," Sherrick replied quickly.

"It doesn't matter." Wei Ran deliberately paused for a moment, and then asked, "Where are you going next?"

"Go home," Sherrick replied in a panic, "We have to go home and deal with those fox skins."

"What happens after it's taken care of?" Wei Ran asked in a calm tone.

"No... don't know"

"Sherick, I wouldn't be so gentle when I asked your father the same question."

Wei Ran slightly increased the strength of his hand, "Every time I ask a question, your father will probably scream."

"I really...really don't know!"

When Sherrick answered this question, his tied body was also struggling hard, trying to break away from the sheepskin pressed on his face by Wei Ran.

"Okay" Wei Ran let go of his hand happily, "I'll ask your father."

"No! No!" Sherrick shouted in panic.

"That's your son?"

Wei Ran got into the back of the car, casually sat on a bundle of sheepskins and asked the driver. At the same time, he reached out and pinched the driver's dislocated wrist. The driver also let out a distorted scream in order to save face.

.

However, Wei Ran didn't ask any more questions. He just pinched the driver's wrist every now and then, and at the same time, he focused all his attention on Sherrick outside the car.

It was obvious that the father-son relationship between the driver and Sherrick was very good. He only screamed two or three times, and Sherrick cried out and replied, "Please, don't torture my dad! We really

I don’t know.”

"Or should I try it with your son?" Wei Ran leaned into the driver's ear and asked in Russian.

As soon as these words were spoken, the man immediately collapsed and said feebly, "It's... my wife's sister, Jia... Jialina."

"Who gave you those fox skins, and where will Jialina get them?"

"I don't know who gave it to me"

The driver, who was being grabbed by Wei Ran, shook his head, "I'm just responsible for tanning those fox skins. I don't know where Jialina will get them."

"Very good, when will she go to your house to pick up these things?" Wei Ran asked, playing with his pistol, "How many people will go each time?"

"I go there once a week, and every time she drives there by herself. The next time she picks up these things will be three days later."

"What about you? When is the next time you drive over to pick up the goods?"

"I don't know." The driver shook his head. "I won't know when and where to collect the hides until I receive a call from her."

"Only animal skins?" Wei Ran looked at the other party suspiciously and asked.

"Only animal skins," the driver nodded and added, "usually in the morning before the sun rises."

"How long have you been doing this?" Wei Ran asked casually, while he was fiddling with the cell phone he took out of the other party's pocket and looking through recent call records.

"Two...two years" the driver replied with difficulty.

"Where is your home?"

Wei Ran asked without raising his head, as if he didn't care about the answer given by the other party at all. But the more this happened, the more unsure the driver became.
To be continued...