"According to the other two unlucky men, Beria seemed to have been licking the blood from his wounds before being carried out of the basement."

Gorman spread his hands, "In the dark basement, an invisible beast was licking the blood around the wound. This was indeed enough to destroy his spirit."

“What an unlucky guy”

Wei Ran sighed insincerely, then changed the topic and asked, "Do I need to give Beria some deworming medicine?"

"I've already fed it."

Gorman said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Rather than taking deworming pills, you'd better give this big guy a bath later."

Looking at the blood-stained hair around Beria's mouth and face, Wei Ran shook his head helplessly, "I'll give it a bath later."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! He is really helpless. Compared with drinking some human blood, giving Beria a bath is a big project for him.

There is no other reason. Beria is too big, and he obviously doesn't like bathing - unless it is Wei Ran who takes a bath with him. Otherwise, even Suisui will bar his teeth and growl. As for Katenka

Let alone the sisters or Lola and others, they couldn't even drag Beria into the bathroom.

"Now let's get down to business."

Gorman moved closer to the hospital bed, pointed at the three unlucky guys wearing eye patches and said, "According to my interrogation, they are part of a temporary team, and they have taken on three businesses related to you at the same time."

"Three strokes?"

Wei Ran glanced at Gorman, and then looked at the unlucky men on the three hospital beds. Two of these three men were white, and one of them was the one who was bitten by Beria and became crippled.

The remaining one was an Asian. What particularly concerned Wei Ran was that this Asian man looked to be around 40 years old. His bare arms and even fingers outside the blanket were full of Japanese-style tattoos.

Tattoo.

"The first sale is worth US$200,000. Whoever finds and burns the album will have the money."

Gorman paused and continued, "The second business is worth 300,000 US dollars. Whoever finds the photo album and negatives and hands them over to the employer will have the money. And the third business, whoever can kill you, will

Can get $50,000."

"Only fifty thousand dollars?" Wei Ran asked dissatisfied.

Gorman glanced at Wei Ran as if he were an idiot and continued, "If anyone can let you prove as a historian that the photo album is a forgery and is worth $1 million if it is posted on the Internet."

"Gudu" Wei Ran swallowed in response, "If I film myself and post it on the Internet, can I get the money?"

"Have you and Beria, or you and Gorbachev, exchanged ideas?" Gorman joked angrily.

Wei Ran spread his hands indifferently, "So these three businesses are from different employers?"

"To be precise, they are different employers through different channels. Some are online, and some are offline."

Gorman raised his hand and pointed at the unlucky guy with the flowery arms, "He was one of the businesses he took over offline."

"Where?" Wei Ran asked.

"Okinawa" Gorman glanced at Wei Ran, "Tell me your guess."

"Although the silk-sucking executioner recorded in the photo album is still alive, as far as I know it is not far away from death. Its son is dead, its property has been seized, and its grandson, a congressman, is also under investigation now, so they

Cannot be the employer of any business."

"Go on" Gorman asked slowly.

"In the three transactions, some people wanted to destroy the photo album, and some people wanted to get the photo album."

Wei Ran smiled, "I guess these come from those kangaroo politicians who have close contacts with the murdered wine merchants, as well as the political opponents of these politicians."

"Any more?"

"Those who want to kill me or want me to prove that the album is fake are the ones who really care about the album."

Wei Ran said with almost certainty, "One million US dollars is not one million rubles. Maybe the evil deeds of the employer in this business were also recorded in that photo album."

"It's almost as good as my guess"

As Gorman spoke, he took out a rubber glove from his pocket and handed it to Wei Ran, "Don't forget, these people are all dressed up like the country's killer with a stick."

"Is it required by the employer?" Wei Ran took the gloves and asked almost certainly while putting them on.

"Demands from employers who want to kill you or make you prove that the photo album is fake"

Gorman casually pulled out a P22 pistol with a silencer and hand glue wrapped around it from the plastic box under the bed and handed it over. He gloated and said, "This outfit is worth 50,000 US dollars. It's the same as yours."

Their lives are equivalent.”

"Is this the same business that this unlucky guy with flowery arms got from Okinawa?"

"You are really my most satisfied and proud student," Gorman said with a smile.

"Thank you for the compliment." Wei Ran paused and said with a sneer, "It seems that the other party wants to confuse the audience."

"maybe"

As Gorman spoke, he lifted the blanket covering one of the unlucky people on the hospital bed, revealing the handcuffs that restrained his limbs. "What are you going to do with these three unlucky people?"

"Keep them, they are still useful."

Wei Ran looked at the pistol handed over by Gorman, changed the subject and asked, "How did they enter the country and how did they obtain these weapons?"

"Including those who were killed and those who were arrested, most of them were tourists entering the country through normal channels."

Gorman pointed to the middle-aged man with flowery arms sleeping on the hospital bed like a dead pig, "Only he and the other person who were killed came from Mongolia with weapons.

I mean, the two of them carried almost everyone's weapons, including some newbies, who were also hired by the two of them."

"intermediary?"

"Absolutely." Gorman smiled and nodded. "You can earn a lot of money by helping to carry weapons. If you recruit more people, you can also earn some extra money."

After speaking, Gorman asked again, "Where are you going to send these three bastards? Is it also that abandoned military base?"

“Do you have any recommendations for a better location?”

Wei Ran asked frankly. What he did at the abandoned military base in Inta could not escape the eyes of these old guys, and he had no hope of hiding it from them.

On the contrary, letting these old guys see what he is doing can actually make them feel more at ease than hiding it.

"I can definitely recommend a better place," Gorman gave an answer that surprised Weihan.

"Where?" Wei Ran asked subconsciously.

"It is said that it is not too far from your hot spring camp."

Gorman whispered as he walked out, "Mr. Nicholas asked me to recommend this place to you. This time you were attacked. He was worried that you would do something impulsive, and he was also worried that you were in the abandoned military building."

Children adopted by the base will attract the attention of interested people, and they are especially worried that the killer with a penis who is also imprisoned there will be discovered, so he found a safer and more hidden place for you."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! At this point, Gorman took out a sealed kraft paper envelope from his arms and handed it to Wei Ran, "Mr. Nicholas said, there is only

Fly a plane there, and the route is not that easy."

"What was used to do there?"

After Wei Ran took the envelope, he didn't open it in a hurry, but asked a more critical question.

"The place where Comrade Stalin secretly detained prisoners of war"

Gorman spread his hands irresponsibly, "Maybe so. I guessed it. Mr. Nikolay said that place was abandoned before Stalin died. If you want to do something, go there."

"You haven't been there?"

"I'm just a postman"

Gorman pointed at the envelope in Wei Ran's hand angrily, "Have you ever seen a postman who would open other people's letters?"

Don’t blue hats often do this kind of thing?

Wei Ran muttered secretly in his heart, collected the envelope, and left the basement with Gorman in front and Beria the dog behind him.

"Remember to give Beria a good bath"

Gorman left the basement and handed a basin of pet bath supplies to Wei Ran and said, "These are for Gorbachev. Remember to return them to my office after use."

"I know." Wei Ran accepted the washbasin and agreed hastily.

"At half past ten in the morning, go to the auditorium."

Gorman put down his last words and a set of clean clothes and shoes, and without waiting for Wei Ran to ask further questions, he hurriedly left the building and drove a golf cart to an unknown place.

Turning his head to look at Beria, who looked wary and bloodstained at his feet, Wei Ran shook his head helplessly and walked into the bathroom on the first floor, dragging his collar.

While howling like a killing dog, Wei Ran gave Beria a good bath at the great cost of getting his body soaked with dog hair and his mouth full of dog hair, and then patiently helped him dry his long, fluffy hair.

When he changed into the clothes that Gorman helped prepare and rushed to the main building with his dog Beria, he found that the place was decorated as it was when he was fired from the Hongqi Forest Farm.

Of course, there is still a difference. At least this time, Mr. Nicholas was not present. Instead, it was Ji Ma dressed as a human standing on the stage looking like a dog.

Looking at the audience, the people sitting there are not only Culp and Daria, whom I haven't seen for a while, and several other teachers, but also Maya and a group of beautiful seniors who belong to the studio.

Even Mr. Gorbachev, who looked like he was not a good dog with thick eyebrows and big eyes, wore a black suit and vest, and squatted on the chair next to Gorman in a decent manner.

However, compared to this rather grand scene, the following ceremony simply made Wei Ran feel dizzy.

"Now that everyone is here, let's not waste time."

As he spoke, Culp walked to the stage, stood beside Jima, handed over a bouquet of flowers with a smile and said, "Today is the day when Jima graduates, and it is also the day when the last student of the Red Flag Women's Defense School leaves the school. Everyone
To be continued...