"Clang!"

With a crisp impact sound, Wei Ran once again dug out a deformed bullet head from the wound on the bat's shoulder and threw it into the tray along with the hemostatic forceps.

"The shoulder blade is fractured. Fortunately, no major blood vessels were injured." As Wei Ran spoke, he took the needle holder prepared by Edelweiss and began to suture.

"Mr. Varta is still interviewing." Edelweiss said the information Wei Ran wanted to know. "His interview has been going on for four and a half minutes."

"Pay attention to your surroundings" Wei Ran also increased the speed of his hands as he spoke.

At 11:12 a.m., Wei Ran not only helped Bat finish suturing and bandaging his wounds, but also helped him put on the civilian clothes he had prepared in advance.

Almost as soon as Edelweiss was putting away the blood-stained medical waste, the blood bag hanging on the roof armrest was emptied.

"How do you feel? Do you want another pack?" Wei Ran asked, while he had already pulled out the blood transfusion needle for the bat.

"It would be better if you could add some wine or soak some khat grass in it." Although the bat who had woken up said weakly, he still had the strength to joke.

"Just wait until you fully recover to taste those with your mouth."

Wei Ran took the initiative and said without waiting for the other party to ask, "You have been unconscious for less than half an hour since I took you off the armored vehicle."

"So we are still in the refugee camp?" Bat looked around, "Where are the children? Where is my bag?"

"Packed in the back"

Wei Ran pointed to the cardboard boxes stacked behind the seats and the backpack on top of the cardboard boxes, and said in Arabic, "The children are here too, Hanwad, say hello to the bat."

"We were hiding inside, all seven of us were there, and no one was hurt."

In the hidden space disguised as a pile of cardboard boxes, Hanward and Dalal said in unison - like seven dwarfs.

"Okay, now keep quiet."

Wei Ran continued to speak in Arabic before the bat could speak, "We are in Mr. Varta's interview car, and I'm afraid we won't leave the refugee camp in a short time, so everyone must be vigilant. The danger has not been eliminated yet."

"This is your press pass."

Clara said, taking out a name tag from the pocket of the slightly larger director's vest and hanging it around Bat's neck, "Your current identity is Mr. Walter's driver and bodyguard, and Walter is Ying Shisekai.

Freelance journalists invited by the military to report favorably on them."

As if to explain something, Edelweiss mocked, "For this, the devils who should be made into lampshades generously paid ten thousand US dollars in cash."

"Backpack"

Hearing this, Bat became even more anxious, "Don't let those people find my backpack, it will cause trouble."

"And that camera bag," Wei Ran also reminded him.

"What's in there?"

While Edelweiss was talking, he had already lifted up the curtain between the driver's cab and the driver's cab, reaching out to pull over the camera bag placed by the co-pilot. At the same time, Weiran also picked up the backpack behind the seat.

“Here are photo negatives taken by hot air balloons in refugee camps.”

Bat took the backpack, opened it, took a look, and lowered his voice and said, "If you want to hide these negatives, no matter the Falangists or the Chairmen, they will not be willing to let the contents of the photos be published."

"give it to me"

Wei Ran said and took the backpack, then bent down to open the small door under the seat and handed it to the children who were hiding.

"This camera was borrowed from the military's special team. They might be able to recognize it." Wei Ran said, handing the camera bag Edelweiss handed him to Hanward.

He had just re-camouflaged the entrance and exit of the cardboard box, and Edelweiss, who had been staring outside, snapped her fingers and reminded, "Mr. Varta is back."

"Are you waiting for me to walk over?" Before Edelweiss finished speaking, Valta's mean shouting came from outside the car window, "Why don't you hurry up and bring the car over!"

"Let's go"

As Wei Ran spoke, he opened the car door and got out with Edelweiss one after another. At the same time, Bat also wrapped his head with a brand new Arab kerchief.

"You two go to the back"

Varta said before Wei Yan opened the car door, "Where is my bodyguard? Isn't it his job to drive?"

Before Edelweiss could say anything, and before Weiyan could catch Edelweiss, Bat also got out of the back seat and said angrily, "Sorry sir, I'm here."

"Hurry up and drive us around. I want to get the first-hand news. This will affect whether you will get extra bonuses!"

As Valta said, he pulled Wei Ran aside with a look of disgust on his face, opened the passenger door and got in, "You two go to the back compartment!"

He casually glanced at the soldiers with cracked chairs passing by, and happily pulled Edelweiss back to the rear compartment, which was still filled with the smell of blood and disinfectant.

"Can you still hold on?"

Waiting until the soldier who just passed by had gone away, and until the car started smoothly, Valta, who was sitting in the passenger seat, asked worriedly.

"no problem"

As the bat spoke, he took out a piece of chat grass from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth. This was what he had just taken out of his backpack.

"Tell me what happened last night"

Varta lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth. "By the way, take us around the refugee camp. Victor, don't you have a camera? Just take some pictures."

"I'll take pictures of everything I see."

As Wei Ran spoke, he had already taken out the two Nikon cameras under the cover of his vest. Fortunately, both cameras contained film and had not been used.

"Lend me one," Edelweiss said to Wei Ran.

After a moment's hesitation, Wei Ran handed the Nikon SP to the other party. His hesitation was not because he was reluctant to part with it, but he just didn't want Edelweiss to see everything outside the car window.

"Last night...a lot of people died."

Just when Wei Ran, Edelweiss, and even Mr. Warta each raised their cameras, Bat sighed, chewed the chat grass, and began to reminisce in a hoarse voice.

In his story, Wei Ran followed the last armored vehicle to evacuate the refugee camp, and he stayed behind to secretly guard the children in the cellar. It was his son who sent those precious horses back to the refugee camp.

Uncle Um.

Apart from this only difference, the rest is not much different from what Wei Ran has experienced personally.

Outside the refugee camp, which he had never experienced before, with Edelweiss' few words, she and Wei Ran treated the seriously injured sewing machine, but failed to save his life.

In order to return to the refugee camp as soon as possible, Varta took the initiative to contact his friends in the military early this morning, and obtained a press card that allowed him to come in and report, as well as an unexpected reward of 10,000 US dollars.

At this point in the conversation, Bat also slowly stepped on the brakes. Outside the car window, which was covered with flies, there was still an ambulance with its front blown up and an armored vehicle with a big hole in its side that had not yet been cleaned up.

There was also no time to clean up the corpses hanging upside down next to them, including those from the hot air balloon.

At this time, his body was already covered with flies, and the only thing that made everyone recognize him at a glance was the blue eyes of the rabbit riding on the rabbit that fluttered slightly with the wind that carried the strong smell of corpse.

"We have to find a way to dispose of his body..."

"Need not"

Bat didn't wait for Edelweiss, who was covering her mouth, to finish speaking, then simply shook his head, "No, let the Falangists do whatever they want with his body."

"You...what did you say?" Edelweiss subconsciously looked at Wei Ran sitting next to her with pleading eyes.

"I said, let the Falangists do whatever they want with his body."

As he spoke, Bat slowly stepped on the accelerator and continued to drive along the street while saying, "He was a warrior. To protect the people he wanted to protect, it was an honor to die on the land he protected. Even if he was hanged

There, for him, was glory.

Whether it's him or my Uncle Um, or me or even the kids, we're all equally prepared."

At this point, Bat took a deep breath and murmured to himself, "On the contrary, maybe we should think about sending the sewing machine couple home after leaving here alive, and what about those children?

manage."

"Do you have any ideas?" Valta, who had been silent just now, asked looking at the flies flying all over the window.

"I have a big house in Corsica, and the house I bought with a hot air balloon is next door. We even dug a tunnel between the basements."

Bat said firmly, "Let the children live there, I will take care of them when they grow up, and I will train them to be the best warriors, the best doctors, the best reporters, the best..."

"Painter" Edelweiss added, "Believe me, only painters can make people feel scared."

"Well, the best painter."

Bat smiled indifferently, "No matter what, I will raise them as my own children. When they grow up, they can choose to live in France as Frenchmen, or they can choose to return to Beirut as Palestinians."

, go back to Palestine and do whatever they want."

"I will help you"

Warta made a self-deprecating promise, "I will help you take care of those children. If they are willing to become reporters, I can be their teacher. Although I am a wart and am afraid of the painter's wart."

"Sorry, Mr. Varta." Edelweiss apologized quickly, "I forgot about you..."

"It doesn't matter"

Valta waved his hands indifferently, and pressed the shutter toward the car window while saying, "I was only the age of Rama when I luckily escaped from the concentrated trap. I spent most of my childhood in concentrated traps.

spent in.

But kids, look at what's happening out there!

It is no exaggeration. I have never seen such a miserable scene in any centralized company managed by Germans.

I began to wonder if, after the end of World War II, all the Germans who escaped justice came here to start a new business incognito."

"Definitely not like that"

Edelweiss, who was frightened by the many horrific corpses outside and the strong smell of corpses, turned pale and said mockingly, "Although my grandfather is an Austrian, he is no different from a traditional German. He is just as old-fashioned and lacks...

imagination.
To be continued...