Chapter 24 twenty three

He carefully studied the situation before him. He had to calculate angles, map out escape routes, watch out for pedestrians strolling on sidewalks and traffic on Fifth Avenue.He absolutely cannot fail, because there are too many things pinned on his success, and, based on the consideration of some personal interests, he has to let Charles.Grady died today. At midnight last Tuesday, the local militia Jedi.Barnes suddenly appeared at the door of the great house that Reverend Swenson served as his home and church.It is said that Andrew was raided by the state police a few months ago.After Constable's patriotic meeting, Barnes hid in the camping area deep in the forest of Kendong Falls.

Give me coffee.Barnes said bluntly, fixing his ferocious, fanatical eyes on the terrified priest. At that time, the rain was beating intermittently on the tin roof, and Barnes, who had a strong physique, was always cautious and solitary, had gray crew-cut hair and indifferent eyes, leaned into the pastor's ear and said: I want you to do something for me, ralph. What's up? Stretching his feet, Barnes looked at the altar that Reverend Swenson had nailed with plywood and carefully painted with a thin layer of varnish.Someone violated us and sued us.This man is one of them. Pastor Swenson knew that Barnes was referring to an ambiguous coalition that included the federal government, state governments, journalists, non-Christians, party members, and some intellectuals (as for us, any , and must be white).The chaplain wasn't quite as fanatical as Barnes, and he didn't have his muscular build, which almost scared his soul out of him, but he certainly believed that there was some truth in the ideas these men were spreading.

We must stop him. stop who? A New York City prosecutor. Oh, the one who sued Andrew? it's him.Charles.Grady. What do you want me to do?Reverend Swenson asked, thinking he was going to ask him to write a lobbying letter, or give a righteous sermon.kill him.Barnes put it simply. What? I want you to go to New York and kill him there. oh god.No, I can't do that.He tried to calm himself down, even though his hands were trembling already, he spilled some of the coffee in his cup and onto the "Hymnbook".The main question is what are the benefits of doing this?This can’t help Andrew.What's more, they all know that he is the person behind the scenes, and doing so will only make the situation worse

It had nothing to do with Constable, he was irrelevant, it was done for a greater purpose.We have to say to the world, you know, like those assholes in Washington always say at press conferences, we're going to send them a message. Forget it, Jedi.I can't help it, it's just crazy. No, I think you can. However, I am a pastor. You go hunting every Sunday, which is another way of looking at murder.And you've been to Vietnam and killed enemies if all the stories you've told before are true. That was thirty years ago, the pastor yelled anxiously, not daring to meet the eyes of the man in front of him.I will never kill again.

Dare I say it, Clara.The Simpsons would want you to go.As soon as this sentence came out, the two immediately fell into silence.After a while, Barnes said again: Weakness will kill you, Ralph. That was last year.Winnie.When Simpson came home from his daily farm work, he accidentally found his thirteen-year-old daughter doing that work with the pastor on the side of the playground built by the pastor himself behind the church.He was going to rush to the police, Jedi.Barnes stepped in to settle the matter.Only then did Pastor Swenson realize that the reason why Barnes had meddled in this matter was just to control him.please look at

Clara wrote a letter that just happened to be on me.Did I mention I asked her to write it last year?Anyway, she wrote the baby letter, and described the characteristics of your private parts in great detail. I personally don't want to read it, but I guess the jury will be very interested. You can't do that.no no I don't want to argue with you, Ralph.Here's the thing: if you don't agree, then next month you're going to go to jail and do with niggers what you did with Clara.how?What are your options now? Damn. I take this sentence as willing.That being the case, I will tell you the detailed plan.

Barnes gave him a pistol, the address of a hotel, and the location of Grady's office, and drove him to New York City.A few days ago, as soon as Pastor Swenson arrived in New York, he spent several days on investigation and confirmation.He walked into the state capitol on a Thursday afternoon, and with his slightly bewildered expression and his old clergy attire, he walked through the capitol almost unimpeded, wandering around until he was in a deserted long corridor Found a broom cupboard so far.He hid in a cupboard until midnight before sneaking into Grady's office to find out that the prosecutor was going to the community elementary school tonight with his family, his daughter, the youngest in the band, for a music recital one of the performers.

At this time, the pastor stood uncomfortably in front of the school gate, with a weapon on his body, his whole body tensed up like a cat, watching the bodyguards outside the car talking to the prosecutor Grady sitting in the back seat. .He had planned the operation, to shoot Grady and his bodyguards with a suppressed pistol, and then lie on the ground with the crowd, screaming that someone was driving by and had suddenly drawn a gun and shot at the car.In the chaos, he could definitely take the opportunity to escape.Now, he wanted to say a prayer, but the problem was that although Grady was the devil's helper, it seemed difficult to ask our heavenly Father, the Lord, to help him kill this unarmed white Christian.So, he decided to recite the "Bible.Chapters of Revelation.

□□□ I saw another angel come down from heaven.He holds great power, and his light shines on the earth □□□ Reverend Swenson paced up and down, thinking he couldn't wait any longer.Nervous, so nervous, he just wanted to get back to his flock, his farm, his church, and his popular sermons quickly. Also, go back to Clara.simpson.Now she is almost fifteen years old, no matter from which point of view, it should be much fairer than before. □□□ He shouted loudly: Collapsed!Babylon the Great has fallen!She became a den of demons, a den of evil gods □□□ He thought of Grady's family.This prosecutor's wife has done nothing wrong, and although she is married to a sinner, she is not the same as a sinner or those who work for a sinner.No, he must spare Mrs. Grady.

Unless she notices him and realizes he fired the shot. As for the little girl Barnes had told him about, Chrissy, he had no idea how old she was or what she looked like.Maybe, she would like living in Kendong Falls, maybe. □□□ All the beautiful things you crave are gone, all the glory and wealth are gone, and they will never be found again □□□ This is now, he thought, just do it, do it, do it, do it. □□□ And a strong angel lifted up a stone as big as a millstone, threw it into the sea, and said, "In the same way Babylon the great city will be cast down, and it will never appear again."

□□□ He thought, Grady, I already have the Stone of Retribution, a Swiss pistol.As for the sender of the message, it was not an angel from heaven, but a representative of all right-thinking Americans. He stepped forward. The two bodyguards were still looking elsewhere. He opened his briefcase and produced a map from Rand McNally's bookstore and the pistol.Hiding his weapon in the brightly colored map, he approached the limousine cautiously.Grady's bodyguards were standing together on the sidewalk now, their backs turned to him.One of them bent down and opened the door for the prosecutor in the car. six meters away Pastor Swenson secretly said to Grady, may God have mercy on you At this time, heaven suddenly collapsed directly on him. Get down!Get down!Fast, fast, fast, fast! Six men and women, and a hundred demons, grabbed Pastor Svensson by the arm and slammed him to the sidewalk.Don't move, don't move, don't move! One snatched his gun, another his briefcase, and another pinned him by the neck, pinning him to the pavement like the weight of the city's crimes.His face was ground on the concrete floor, and there was a sharp pain in his waist and shoulder sockets.His hands were clacked by the handcuffs, and all the pockets on his body were turned out. Pastor Swenson was pinned to the ground, and saw the back door of Grady's car opened, and three police officers came out, all wearing helmets and bulletproof vests. head down, head down, down christ our lord in heaven He saw a man's feet approaching him.Compared with the vicious and rude and disgusting police officers around him, this man seemed quite polite.He said in a thick southern accent: Sir, we are going to turn you over now, and then I will read your rights.If you understand, please let me know. Several strips turned him over and dragged him from the ground. The pastor was taken aback. The man speaking was the man in the dark sport coat he thought had been following him in Washington Square.This person is accompanied by a blond man with glasses, who seems to be the person in charge of the follow-up operation.There was another person standing next to them, and he was the black man who had just come to ask him when the concert started. Sir, I am Detective Bell, and I am going to read your rights now.are you ready?Great, let's get started. Bell examines the contents of Reverend Swensen's briefcase. A spare magazine for an H&K pistol; a yellow blotter with some horrible-looking sermons scribbled on it;Also in the briefcase was a battered Gideon Bible with the name and address of the hotel printed on it: Adelphi Hotel, 232 Broadway, New York, NY. Well, Bell thought cunningly, it seems that we can add another crime of stealing the "Bible". However, the contents of the briefcase could not directly prove that the assassination of Grady was related to Andrew.Constable had anything to do with it.Disappointed, he handed over the evidence to his subordinates for registration and processing, and then called Rhyme, saying that the temporary operation to save his life had been successful. Not long ago, after Rhyme asked Bell to wait a few more minutes, he continued to study this second version of the field report carefully, and Mel.Cooper was also investigating the fibers found in Grady's office at the same time.Finally, Rhyme made some inferences after racking his brains.According to the traces of footprints in the office, it can be judged that the intruder had stood still for some time in a certain place, and this place was in front of the secretary's desk to the right.According to the office inventory, there is only one important thing on the secretary's desk, the calendar.And this calendar only records one thing this weekend, and that is the music recital held in the community elementary school. This means that the criminals who broke into the office have undoubtedly noticed this matter.Rhyme also boldly speculated that the premeditated attacker may have disguised himself as a priest or clergyman.With the help of an FBI database, Cooper traced the black fibers and dyes to a weaving factory in Minnesota.Cooper and Rhyme learned from the factory's website that they specialize in making black gabardine fabric for garment factories that sew clergy clothing.This alone is not enough to infer the above conclusions, but Rhyme also noted that the white fibers found by the forensic personnel at the scene were polyester mixed starched cotton, which came from an extremely light white shirt, which was consistent with the Clergy shirt with stiff collar. As for the only red satin fiber, it may have come from a satin bookmark on a book.The book may be old and in hardcover, such as the Bible.Years ago, Rhyme investigated a case in which a professional killer hid poison in a hollowed-out Bible; at that time, forensic personnel found similar red fibers in the killer's office. So, Bell asked Grady and his family to stay at home and not go out. Instead, several members of the emergency response team drove his car to the concert venue.As for other team members, they are deployed on Fifth Avenue to the north of the school, Sixth Avenue to the west, University District Road to the east, and Washington Square Park to the south. Sure enough, Bell, who led the team to deploy in the park, really found a priest who was hurrying towards the school with a nervous expression. Bell followed him at first, but after being spotted, he broke away immediately, and another member of the SWAT team took over and followed all the way to the vicinity of the school.Outside the school, a third SWAT member approached him with an excuse and asked him when the recital started, so that he could visually determine whether he was carrying a weapon at close range.However, the team member found nothing, and at that time there was no reason not to search him. But the suspect was still under intense police surveillance, and when he pulled a pistol from his briefcase and moved toward the bait, he was immediately overwhelmed by everyone. Originally they thought the man was pretending to be a pastor, but from the identification in Swensen's wallet, they were surprised to find that this man was actually a pastor (despite the poorly written sermons in the notepad in his briefcase).Bell ejected the magazine in the H&K pistol, pulling the smoothbore to clear the chamber.Isn't this gun too big for the church people?He said. I am a pastor. What's the difference? I am duly ordained. Very good but I want to know, I have just read your rights, but you can choose not to remain silent.Honestly, sir, it would be easier if you would admit what you just did and confess.Tell me, who told you to assassinate Mr. Grady? is God. Well, Bell said: OK.But besides God, is there anyone else? That's all I'm saying, and it doesn't matter to you or to anyone else.My answer is only one: God. Well, well, we're going back to the police station now and see if He's going to make a decree for you to bail.