War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 1902 The Gears of the World Are Turning Slowly
While Wei Ran was still whiling away the time by the warm fireplace in his private campsite, Anfisa, who had been driving home first, had already urgently called the construction team leader to make a series of arrangements.

When she drove her car into the library's courtyard, a huge screen had already been set up in the open space of the winery across the villa's yard, and a projector was showing a live feed of a person hiding in a window in a room across the street who was monitoring the area.

"This bastard!"

The people who were still spying on the area with binoculars were so frightened the moment the projector started working that they immediately dropped their binoculars and cameras and ran downstairs as fast as they could.

Meanwhile, on another screen erected in the open space of the distillery, an inconspicuous van was clearly projected from across Lake Kaban, spying on the area.

This was undoubtedly a mockery that sent chills down the spines of the onlookers. What chilled them even more was that no one, not even the police, stopped them as they ran all the way until it was completely dark, as if envoys were not to be killed in a war between two countries.

Unfortunately, these spying people probably hadn't heard of this saying, but the fear of being exposed was very real—just when they thought they were safe, their photos were projected onto the wall not far from the window.

This kind of manipulation undoubtedly convinced the observers that the person manipulating them was definitely not the historian or even his close associates—they simply couldn't have done such a thing.

So who could it be?

Amid growing misunderstandings, these voyeurs rushed to the airport overnight, hastily bought a ticket for the next available departure, and left the Russian Federation.

After using this little trick to get rid of the spy, the two screens in the distillery were not removed; instead, they started playing a movie starring that bastard, Jima.

Moreover, the workers who finished their work even spontaneously nailed together several long benches with scraps of wood and lit several bonfires.

Even more enthusiastically, those pink-clad young women brought several large boxes of free vodka, as well as pickled cucumbers and tomatoes that Wei Ran had made last year, along with other snacks to go with the drinks—including leftover sausages from home and a box of sausages that they had specially bought.

With wine, food, and free movies, the workers, eight and a half out of ten of whom were already heavy drinkers, were naturally in no hurry to go home. So, you punished yourself with a drink for losing a nail, and I punished myself with a drink for wasting a shovel of sand. Each of us punished ourselves with a sincere heart.

However, the bonfire celebrations of these workers and even the gang members who had already become close to them were interpreted by those who deliberately omitted them from being exposed as “swearing to protect Her Majesty the Queen and her good knights to the death.”

Regardless of how these prying eyes interpret it, to Wei Ran at this moment, these are just the most insignificant and unworthy of attention, minor troubles.

That evening, Qin Er Shi hurriedly returned to China on a red-eye flight, and before boarding, he urgently met with Zhong Zhen, who had just received an email from Anfisa.

That same evening, after flying back to St. Petersburg, Ninner rushed back to Fish Island and immediately took Olga's parents and his most trusted Aunt Dalia for a long talk by the fireplace.

That same evening, on the rooftop of the Parade Jewelry store in Paris, France, Alain, the chief designer, also opened an email.

After reading the email, the once overweight man, who had now developed a muscular physique, enthusiastically typed in French and replied: "Thank you, Mr. Shoebill, I will give you a clear answer as soon as possible."

Greva also began his busy work that evening. Before it got dark, he sent his most trusted men with enough manpower to secretly go to Chicken Fu to find a gang worth cultivating.

Meanwhile, after having dinner with Mr. Kajik, Wei Ran's cheap mentor, Greva immediately took most of his belongings and confidants and boarded a fruit transport plane, leaving Kazan overnight for Vladivostok—he would not easily return.

No one knows what enormous changes took place on that night at the end of March, in places where the sun never shone.

However, on this day, Her Girls Entertainment, invested by American Aynia, was officially established in Okinawa.

Amidst a deluge of online reports, this company, barely established, has already launched a number of beautiful female singers.

On the same day, Hirano Haruto, a manga artist who had won a good ranking in a previous manga submission contest, also began updating a brand new story.

In this short piece, Hirano Haruto explicitly admits from the beginning that he is a descendant of war criminal Hirano Hiroto, and attaches some photos of Hirano Hiroto's crimes.

When these old photos were released along with the comic strip, they immediately attracted a lot of attention due to deliberate hype.

As Kazan was illuminated by the sun on the last day of March, a video appeared online.

On the shore of Lake Kaban, Wei Ran, who was about to drive the car to his doorstep, slowly stepped on the brakes and stopped the car on the side of the road.

After hanging up the phone with Anfia, Wei Ran opened WeChat and clicked on the news link that she had just sent him.

In this YouTube video, a white woman who looks no more than sixty years old is showing off a photo album.

This photo album also records the crimes committed by Hiroto Hirano during the war.

My mother's name is Betty.

The woman in the video said, "After World War II, she worked in Osaka as a translator and auditor."

This photo album was brought back from Osaka by her. After returning to the United States, my mother developed a serious mental illness.

Although it took her ten years to finally escape those nightmares, she never started a new relationship again for the rest of her life.

However, she adopted me after the Vietnam War began.

At this point, the white woman said, "Just this morning, my grandson, who is studying in Kyoto, saw those cruel photos in a comic book."

The photos that have been released are exactly the same as the photos my mother left behind.

What I want to say is that the stories that the brave cartoonist is about to tell are all true.

This is a sad story, but I believe it's a story that everyone must know.

It is foreseeable that the cartoonist's situation may be very dangerous.

I don't know what would happen to him if he were recruited, but if he were in the United States, he might be murdered.

At this point, the old lady picked up a police uniform and put it on, then picked up a shotgun and loaded it with a "click".

"But please don't worry, and those bastards who are planning to murder that cartoonist, please remember this."

If that cartoonist fails to tell the story of that war demon in his comics, I will release all the photos in the album my mother left behind.

Finally, I work as a border patrol officer in Alaska, and you're welcome to come here and steal my photo album.

I forgot to mention, I've already scanned the photo album into a digital version and sent it to my friends.

At this point in the video, the camera zooms out, revealing dozens of other police officers beside the white policewoman, each armed with various American-style long and short slingshots.

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The feisty American sweetheart that Hirano Hiroto planned to kill before he died?
Wei Ran was in a daze for a moment before he matched the woman's mother in the video with the person he had met in his "memory".

Just then, the same video was forwarded to Qin Ershi via WeChat, along with the comment, "Did you arrange this?"

"It's a coincidence."

Wei Ran sighed. He didn't expect Hirano Yoto to update his new manga so quickly, and he was even more surprised that there was "circumstantial evidence" jumping out on his own.

But in any case, this is clearly a good thing.

I thought it was your doing.

Wei Ran responded to Qin Er Shi in this way, then stepped on the gas again and drove the car back home.

Regardless of the controversy this incident sparked online, it had absolutely nothing to do with Wei Ran, who had already distanced himself from the situation, at least on the surface. However, even so, he casually instructed Hela to maintain the video's popularity online in a sufficiently mild manner.

After habitually deleting his chat history with Anfiya and Qin Ershi, Wei Ran drove home.

Because of the previous delays, Sui Sui had accumulated enough work to keep her busy for many days.

And for this reason, Wei Ran, who couldn't offer much help, once again became a de facto idler.

As for the investigation into Spanish wrestler Miguel that he had been working on for over a month, he was still in no hurry.

With nothing else to do, he took a shower and changed his clothes, then went for a walk around the underground air-raid shelter.

According to Sui Sui's plan, this underground air-raid shelter corridor, which is about 100 meters long, will also serve as an underground parking garage in the future. Therefore, a ramp leading to the underground air-raid shelter corridor is currently being built at the winery.

This decision was indeed more meaningful than the original purpose of the air-raid shelter.

After all, driving the car directly in would allow one to avoid a significant number of prying eyes and return home directly, while driving away would naturally allow one to confuse others and sneak away from home.

"I don't know how much longer I'll be staying here."

Wei Ran sighed inwardly. He was still a PhD student, and a PhD was not like being in sixth grade.

In other words, he might graduate in two or three years, but he could also be held back by something and have to delay his graduation by a few years.

But as he made more and more mistakes, his desire to return to China and live there permanently grew stronger.

Patting the huge dog head that Beria was rubbing against at his feet, Wei Ran skillfully passed through the air-raid shelter, climbed the stairs and crawled out of the kitchen. Then, he dragged the dog, who seemed to sense something was wrong, and struggled into the bathroom on the first floor.

On the last day of March, at Lake Kaban in Kazan, Wei Ran spent almost the entire day washing all of his pets, and then set up a large pot and stewed a big pot of artificially raised wild boar.

On the same day, after a full day of communication with Qin Ershi, Zhong Zhen rushed to the airport with his little bell and boarded a flight to Bangkok, leaving Hangzhou.

On the same day, another group of girls, only sixteen or seventeen years old or even younger, secretly boarded a fruit transport plane disguised as tropical fruit and flew to Inta, eventually being sent to the secluded Mine Camp No. 52.

This time, the Hella reserves recruited through various means are mainly of Eurasian or even Asian descent.

The abundance of Japanese and Hakka in their speech further hints at their origins.

"Snapped!"

Just then, a girl wearing white camouflage and a white mask raised a starting pistol and pulled the trigger above her head.

The crisp gunshot startled the rookie girls at first, but they quickly quieted down and spontaneously began to line up—something they had done countless times during their journey of more than half a month.

“I’m sure someone has asked you more than once if you regretted it or if you wanted to quit,” Hela said in English, holding the starting pistol.

After her companions translated her words into Japanese and Hakka respectively, she continued, "This is the last time we're asking you, and it's your last chance to leave alive with a sum of money."

After waiting for my companion to finish translating, I counted down for three seconds with my fingers.

The young woman, Hela, put the starting pistol in her pocket and then pulled a small, beautiful P99 pistol with a silencer from her leg holster, loaded it with a bullet, and said, "From now on, the price you pay for choosing to withdraw will be your life."

From this moment forward, you will undergo two to four years of training at the cost of losing your nationality, ethnicity, name, and everything else.

The better the performance, the longer the training period, and consequently, the better life they can lead after the training.

After her companion finished translating, the Hela girl continued, "For the next six months, you will be divided into groups of three and each will learn English from a language teacher."

This is the first round of selection; those who don't pass can graduate and start a new life.

The young woman named Hela did not mention what her new life, which started so hastily, would be like, nor did she even remind her to study hard.

But the more this is the case, the more these young women, who have persisted to this point and still haven't given up, are secretly on edge.

"boom!"

With a gunshot that was mostly suppressed by a silencer, these girls began their training.

Meanwhile, another group of carefully selected girls were sent to the succubus training ground for the final selection.

How many Hella girls are there in this batch?

On the shores of Lake Caban, in the office on the second floor of the Time Library, Anfia took advantage of Sui Sui's downstairs activity to ask in a low voice in Italian.

"There are 101 in total this time, and Han has 72 of them. Among them, 20 of them are American soldiers. They were all recruited on a 50/50 basis."

The rest are all from Indonesia, all of Chinese descent, and all speak some Mandarin.

Anfisa glanced at the time displayed on the corner of the computer screen and said in a low voice, "They should have already started their training by now."

"Do you really think the boss has no interest in the Far East?" Anfia whispered to her sister.

“Quite the opposite”

Anfisa shook her head and whispered in her sister's ear, "I bet the boss is really interested. This time, almost all the girls are being selected with the goal of making them entertainment stars. You don't really think our boss is a playboy, do you?"

"So the war has already begun?" Amphia murmured to herself.

"Yes, it has already begun."

Anfisa whispered in her sister's ear, "Once Ania helps Hesha get back on her feet, the succubi will start investing in Japan's entertainment industry."

"As long as our Hella girls infiltrate sufficiently, we can convey certain values ​​through them."

So this is considered a color grid.

"This isn't a destiny, this is more like a call to action, yes, a pink call to action."

"Who would refuse to hear what a pretty girl has to say?" Anfisa said.
When enough pretty enough girls say something is wrong, there will definitely be enough men with prostates in their brains who will lose their minds and stand up to them.

"Wars start because of women, yet women are told to stay away?" Anfia said with a smile. "My mother always said that when she was alive."

“All we have to do is put it into practice,” Amphisa murmured eagerly.

Will the boss agree?

"Are we supposed to wait until the boss needs them before we start training them?"

Anfisa's question made Anfia decisively put aside her last bit of worry—who would refuse a beautiful girl's suggestion? Especially a girl as beautiful as herself.