Chapter 7 Chapter 5 Allies

Mohammed took the first Air Andes flight to Mexico City, where he waited for British Airways Flight 242 to London.He felt safe at the airport because no one asked your name no matter what you did there.He chooses food carefully, because Mexico is a country that does not believe in Allah, but the British Airways VIP room saves him from some uncivilized treatment, and the numerous armed police guarantee that people like him will not come out to kill the scenery, as before .He picked a corner seat some distance from the window, and read a book he bought at a store at the airport, so as not to be bored to death.Of course, he never reads the Koran in a place like this, nor does he read anything about the Middle East, in case anyone asks him a question.No, he had to act like any professional intelligence officer and act appropriately to match his cover, so that he wouldn't suddenly die inexplicably like the Jew named Gringold in Rome.Muhammad was even careful about going to the toilet in case someone tried to set a trap waiting for him there.

He doesn't even use a laptop, even if he has the chance to use it.He thought it best to sit there like a big fat man and not even move.In twenty-four hours he would be back on the Continent, and it dawned on him that he had spent more time in the air than anywhere else.He has no home, only a series of safe houses, and those houses have a sense of reality that cannot be ignored.Saudi Arabia has been denying him entry for five years; Afghanistan can't go either, so it's weird that the only places he can feel safe are those Christian countries in Europe, where Muslims have not only A painstaking attempt to conquer those countries failed in the end.Those countries are so open to outsiders that they are suicidal, and it takes only mediocre skills to disappear over the vastness of Europe; in fact, if you have money, you hardly need any skills at all.These people are suicidally open, afraid to offend those who want to see them and their children die as soon as possible, and have their culture completely destroyed.It was a pleasing sight, Muhammad thought, but he was not living in a dream.Instead, he's trying to make his dreams come true.This effort will outlast his lifetime.Maybe it's a pity, but it's true.However, it is better to be able to work hard for a goal than to work hard for personal interests. There are enough people in this world who only care about themselves.

He wondered what the would-be allies, who certainly weren't real allies, would say or think after yesterday's meeting.Oh, yes, they have common enemies, but that doesn't meet all the ingredients needed to constitute an ally.They might prepare something, but that's about it.In any operation, their people will not reach out to his people.Throughout history, mercenaries have never been a group of soldiers with actual combat power. If you want soldiers to be brave and good at fighting, you must have faith.Only those who have faith in their hearts will take risks, and only faith can make him fearless.What has he to fear when Allah is on his side?There is only one thing, he secretly admits in his heart, failure, failure is not an option that he can accept.The obstacles that stand between him and success are things he needs to get rid of by whatever means, but they are just things, not human life or soul.Mohammad fumbled in his pockets for a cigarette and lit it, at least from this point of view Mexico was a civilized country, although he didn't want to speculate on what the Prophet would say about tobacco.

It's easier to drive, right, Anzo?Brian teases his brother as they cross the finish line.For the Marines, running three miles was nothing, but for Dominique, who had just gotten the best score on the FBI physical fitness test, it was a bit over his limit. Listen, dumbass, Dominic gasped, I just need to outrun the suspect I'm after. The Afghans will kill the shit out of you.Brian was running backwards now so he could get a better view of his struggling brother. Maybe.Dominique concedes, but Afghans don't go to Alabama or New Jersey to rob banks.Dominique had never outmatched his brother physically in his life, and that Marine guy kept him in better shape than the FBI, but how good was he with a pistol?Finally finished running, he walked back to the house in the manor.

Have we passed?Brian walked into the house about the time Alexander. Easy ride, both of you.This isn't Ranger training school, man, and we don't expect you to make the Olympic team, but when it comes time to go out on the field, running away is a pretty good ability. That's what Honny (pronounced honey) the Master Chief used to say back in Quantico.Brian agreed. who?Dominic asked. Nicholas.Hanny, Gunnery Sergeant First Class, U.S. Marine Corps.He may have been laughed at countless times for his last name, but no one would dare to laugh at him twice.He was one of the instructors at the basic training school, and he was often called Nick the Bitch.As Brian said, he grabbed a towel and threw it to his brother. He was one of the toughest guys in the Marine Corps, but like he said, running away is a necessary skill for infantrymen.

Have you ever been like this? I have only been on the battlefield once, and the period is only one or two months.Most of the time we're staring at the goats below to see if they're going to have a heart attack climbing those damn hills. Is it that bad?Um? worse.Alexander intervened to say that fighting a war is a child's play, something no reasonable adult would do.Operator Caruso, you know, once you go to the battlefield, you also have to carry sixty-five pounds of equipment on your back. That must be interesting.Dominique said to his brother, without the slightest disrespect.

It was so much fun.Alright, Pete, is there anything else interesting in today's project? Let's take a shower first.Alexander suggested that he was pretty sure both men were in pretty good shape, although he hadn't doubted that before, and it wasn't that important.He had said that they were able to investigate difficult things, important things. The dollar will take a hit.Little Jack told his new boss. How serious is it? Only a little bit.The Germans will not have enough dollars to support the euro, about half a billion dollars. Will it be serious?Sam.Granger asked. you ask me?Little Jack asked back.

That's right, you have to have your own opinion. Although it may not be correct, you must explain it well. Jack Jr. handed over the intercepted communication and said: This is a guy named Dieter talking to his French partner, and he made the whole thing sound like a routine transaction, but the interpreter said there was something in his voice. A little sneaky.I can speak some German, but not good enough to hear the nuances.Little Jack told his boss, I dare not say I understand why those Germans and French are involved in plots against us. It's in Germany's current interest to keep the French happy, and I don't see any long-term two-way alliance.Basically, the French are afraid of the Germans, and the Germans look down on the French, but the French are ambitious.That said, they've always been like this.Let's look at their relationship with the United States, it's kind of like a brother or sister about twelve years old, although they love each other, they can't get along well.The relationship between Germany and France is much like that, but much more complicated.The French often give each other some color, and the Germans will turn to the French after they have regrouped.Both countries are full of grudges, so it has become the doomed curse of Europe.There's a whole lot of history about the feud between the two countries, and neither can get over everything.

What does that have to do with this?asked little Jack. Not at all in a direct relationship.But if it is used as background information, maybe the German banker wants to take the opportunity to get close to this guy, so that he can use it as a pre-buried pawn.Maybe the French deliberately made the other party feel close enough to them, so that the French Central Bank could have a way to take Berlin.It's a fun game, you can't hit your opponent so hard that they won't play with you anymore.You can't just go about your business and make enemies everywhere.Anyway, it's like playing poker with your neighbors. If you play too well, you'll make too many enemies among your neighbors, and it's much less fun to live there because no one wants to come to your house to play.If you're the worst guy at the table, everyone else will band together to take advantage of you in the best way possible, not enough to hurt you, but enough to make them think how smart they are.So what happens is that everyone borrows some money from each other in their game, so they're still pretty friendly with each other.No one here is so bad that it only takes a general strike to cause a major national financial crisis, but if that happens, you need friends.I forgot to tell you that these central bankers think the rest of the continent, etc., are rednecks, including several government leaders.

What about us? American?Oh, we're mean, ill-educated, lucky bumpkins. Don't you still have a big pistol with you?asked little Jack. Yeah, rednecks with guns are always going to make the aristocracy nervous, Granger swallowed a smile and agreed, they still have class crap out there, they don't quite get it, how badly blocked it is They develop in the market because the big guys rarely come up with really fresh ideas.However, that's not our problem. Oderint dum mentuant, Little Jack thought to himself.He still remembered that these few words were drawn out, it should be Gaias.The motto of Emperor Caligula, meaning as long as they are afraid of me, let them hate me!Has civilization not progressed in the past two thousand years?

What is our problem?he asks. Granger shook his head and said: That's not what I meant.I mean, they didn't like us that much; they never really liked us, really, but they couldn't live without us.Although after the fall of the Soviet Union, some of them began to think that they could live without us, but if they really tried, reality would hit them hard enough to break their heads.Don't you confuse what the privileged class thinks with what the people think, that's their problem, they think the people will follow their lead, but it doesn't.The people will only follow their own pockets. If the people are given enough time to think about it carefully, even a random Zhang San and Li Si on the street can figure this out. So, the park is just about making some money out of their fantasy world? you are right.I hate serials, do you know why I hate them?He saw the blank look on the other person's face, little Jack, because the series reflected the reality too accurately.Real life, even at this level, is full of bullshit and arrogance.The power that makes this world go round isn't love, or even money, it's bullshit. Hey, I've heard people my age sneer, but Granger raised his hand to interrupt him, "It's not cynicism, it's human nature, the only thing that hasn't changed in the past 10,000 years of history, and I doubt it will change in the future. Of course, human nature has The good parts, like nobility, charity, self-sacrifice, even sometimes courage, and love. Love does count, and it counts a big part. But with love comes envy, longing, greed Wait for the seven deadly sins. Maybe Jesus just knew what he meant, right? Is this philosophy or theology?I thought it was supposed to be for intelligence work!Young Ryan thought to himself. I'll be fifty next week, too old too late to be wise, as some cowboy said a hundred years ago.Granger smiled. The problem is, by the time you know all this, you're too fucking old to do anything else. so what do you doConvert to another religion? Granger let himself laugh out loud for a few moments before turning to refill his coffee mug from his own coffee maker.At least I'm not crazy enough to set fire to a bush near my house.No matter how deep you think, you still have to mow your yard, put food on the table, and of course defend your country. So what should we do about the Germans? Granger glanced at the content of the communication again, pondered for a while, and then said: Do nothing, and it won't be now, but we must remember that Dieter has already scored one or two points on Claude's side. It is possible to profit from it within about six months.The euro is still too new for anyone to see how the currency will play.France believes that Europe's financial leadership will gradually be transferred to Paris, while Germany believes that it should go to Berlin.In fact, financial leadership falls to the country with the strongest economy and the most efficient workforce.That wouldn't be France, they have pretty good engineers, but the people aren't as organized as the Germans.If I had to bet, I'd bet on Berlin. The French will not like this perception. That's a fact, little Jack, that's a fact.Whatever the hell, Granger repeated, France had nuclear weapons and Germany didn't, at least not yet. Are you serious?Young Ren asked. All he got was a smile.no. Something they taught us at Quantico.Dominique said.They were in a mid-sized mall filled with a crowd from nearby Virginia State University. What did they say?Brian asked. Don't stay in the same place as your target.Try changing your appearance, such as sunglasses, a wig, or a jacket that can be worn backwards.Don't stare at the person, and don't turn to look elsewhere when the person is looking at you.It would be better if more than one operator can monitor a target, because one person cannot follow a trained opponent for a long time without being detected, and even under ideal conditions, a trained target is very difficult Followed, which is why there is a special surveillance team in every large investigative branch.These men were FBI employees, but they weren't sworn in, and they didn't carry guns.Some people call them the Baker Street Irregulars, like the young detectives in Sherlock Holmes. ), these people are like those people in Sherlock Holmes, they look like those homeless people, homeless people, or workers in overalls, but they don’t look like policemen.They may be dirty and may be begging on the street.I met some of these guys once in the New York office, they were in charge of organized crime and foreign counterintelligence investigations, they were the experts, but they didn't look like any fucking guy you ever met experts. Will hard-working people like it?Brian asked his brother, I mean surveillance work. I've never tried it myself, but from what I've heard, it takes a lot of manpower, like fifteen or twenty people to watch a target, plus cars, planes.Even so, really good villains can still get rid of us.The Russians are especially good at it, those bastards are well trained. So, what exactly do we do?Brian asked. Just learn the basics.Alexander told them, see that woman over there in the red sweater? Is there the one with the dark hair? That's it.Alexander confirmed, finding out what she bought, what kind of car she drove, and where she lived. Just the two of us?Dominique asked, you're not asking too much, are you? Have I ever told you that this is actually an easy job?Alexander said innocently.He handed over two radios and said, plug the earphones into your ears, and clip the microphone to your collar. The effective range is about three kilometers. Both of you have your own car keys.After saying this, he walked away and went to Eddie.Buy yourself a pair of shorts at Bauer's casual clothing store. Welcome to this shit.An Zuo.Brian said. At least he gave us a mission briefing. Really short, okay. Their goal is to walk into an Ann.Taylor's women's clothing store, so they both headed that way, and bought a large cup of coffee each at Starbucks to cover their lingering demeanor. Don't throw away the cup.Dominique told his brother so. Why?Brian asked. Just in case you feel like peeing.This sick world has a way of knocking down your carefully laid plans like that. That's the actual lesson taught in one of the classes at the training school. Brian didn't say anything, but it sounded quite reasonable.They took turns putting on their radio headsets and microphones, making sure each other's radio was functioning well. Aldo called An Zuo, over.Brian called on channel six. An Zuo heard, brother.Let's turn off the radio for visual surveillance, but stay within sight of each other, shall we? Makes sense.Well, I'm going to walk over to that store. 10 | Four.It means the same as what you said.bro.Dominic turned his head to see his brother leave his position.He then sat down and sipped his coffee, looking at the target out of the corner of his eye, never looking directly at her, keeping his gaze at a twenty-degree angle to her direction. what is she doingBrian asked. It looks like picking out a shirt.The subject is about thirty years old, has shoulder-length brown hair, and looks quite attractive.She wore a wedding ring without diamonds, and a cheap gold necklace, probably bought at the Juerma mall across the road.She was wearing a pink blouse or shirt, black trousers instead of a skirt, black flat shoes that matched well, and a rather large leather bag.She seemed less alert to her surroundings, which was good for them.It looked like she was alone.She had finally decided which smock to buy, and it appeared to be a white silk smock.She paid with her credit card and walked out of Ann.Taylor Clothing Store. The target is moving, Aldo. Seventy yards away, Brian's head popped out, turned in his brother's direction.Tell me the situation, Anzo. Dominique raised his coffee cup as if to take a sip.She's turning left, heading your way, and you'll be able to take over in a minute or so. Got it, Anzo. . It was a good thing for them to park each other's cars at different ends of the mall before.At this point their target turned to the right, heading out the door towards the parking lot. Aldo, come closer to copy her cards.Dominic ordered. What? Give me her license plate number, describe what her car looks like, and I'm walking towards mine. All right, got it, buddy. Dominique didn't run to his car, just walked as fast as the situation allowed.He got in the car, started the engine, and rolled down all the windows. Anzuo called Aldo, over. Received, she was driving a dark green Regal station wagon with a Virginia license plate number Whiskey｜Kiro｜Romeo WKR｜619.A man was driving, starting the engine, heading north.I'm walking to my car. Received, Anzuo began to follow.He drove as fast as he could, bypassing the Sears department store at the east end of the mall, reached into his coat pocket, took out his mobile phone, dialed the inquiry number and asked for the number of the FBI's Shalosville office, and the phone company answered it for him. I got on the phone and charged him an extra 50 cents for the service.Listen, this is Special Operator Dominic.Caruso, my ID number is 165821, I need you to help me check the license now, Whiskey｜Kiro｜Romeo WKR｜619. I don't know who is on the other end of the phone, but the other party will definitely enter his ID number into the computer to confirm Dominic's identity. Mr. Caruso, what are you doing so far from Birmingham? I don't have time to explain to you, please check the license plate for me. receive.Well, this is a Regal, green, one year old, and the registered owners are Edward and Michelle.Peters, at number six Riding Hat Lane, Sallowsville.That address is located on the west side of the city, just before entering the city.Need to know anything else?Need support? Need not.Thank you.This way I can handle it, Caruso finished the call.He hung up the phone and radioed the address to his brother.The two of them immediately did the same thing, entering the address into the car navigation computer. It's called cheating.Brian said, typing in the address with a smile. Good guys don't cheat, Aldo, they just get the job done.Alright, I can see the target now, she's heading west on Branch Shade Road.Where are you? Fuck almost five hundred yards behind you!I hit a red light. Well, just sit there and wait.It appears she is driving home and we know where her home is.Dominique moved to within a hundred yards of the target, but kept a pickup truck between him and the target's car.He had rarely done this kind of thing before, and it surprised him how nervous it was to do it. After 500 feet prepare to turn right.The computer notifies him. Thank you dear.Dominic murmured. The Volvo then took the corner suggested by the computer.So, this trick doesn't look bad, does it?Dominic took a breath and slowed down a bit. Brian, it looks like she's going straight home.Come in with me.he said on the radio. Got it, I'm driving in with you.Do you know who this woman is? Michelle.Peters, DMV says so.The Regal turned left, then right into a cul-de-sac and into a driveway leading to a modest two-story house with a two-car garage and white aluminum siding.Dominique parked on the street a hundred yards away and took a sip of coffee.Brian showed up thirty seconds later, parked half a block down the road. See that car?Dominic called. see.An Zuo.The marines stopped for a while, what are we going to do now? Come and have a cup of coffee with me.A female voice suggested to them that I was the woman in the pluto car.That voice indicated his identity. Oh shit.Dominique whispered away from the microphone.He stepped out of the Mercedes and waved to his brother to get out too. After the two were reunited, the Caruso brothers walked together toward Number Six Riding Hat Lane, and as they stepped into the driveway, the door of the house opened. We were designed from the ground up.Dominique said softly that he should have seen that from the beginning. Yeah, obviously playing us for fools.Brian thought so. Not necessarily, said Mrs. Peters at the door, but you know it's cheating to get my address from the DMV. No one told us anything about the rules, ma'am.Dominique told her. No, not very often.Then again, there are no rules in this line. So you've been listening to our conversation on the radio?Brian asked. She nodded and led the two into the kitchen.That's right.That radio is encrypted so no one else can hear what you're talking about.What do you guys think of the coffee? Did you spot us from the start?This time it was Dominic who asked. No.I didn't cheat with the radio.Let's just say it's not that common.There was a charming smile on her face, which made both of them feel that their self-esteem had not been hit so badly.You are An Zuo, right? yes ma'am. You're getting a little too close, but only really sharp-eyed targets will notice, especially in such a short amount of time.The model of your car also helped me a bit.Although there were plenty of mini Mercedes in the area, the best option would be a pick-up truck, a dirty pick-up truck.Many country people never wash their cars, and some university teachers and students have also learned this habit, so that they can integrate themselves into the community, which has a certain flavor of that.If he's going on Interstate 64, you'd better have a plane and a urinal.Unobtrusive surveillance is supposed to be the hardest job in the business, but you two boys should already know that. Peter.Alexander opened the door and entered.How are they doing?he asked Michelle. I'd give them both a B. Dominique suddenly felt that she was really generous. Also, forget what I said earlier.It was smart to call the FBI and find me through the DMV. Doesn't that count as cheating?Brian asked. Alexander took up the words: The only rule is to complete the mission without being detected or killed.We do not calculate points for performance while on campus. Only those who died.Mrs. Peters emphasized that even Alexander was obviously not happy to hear it. Hearing this made Brian's stomach twitch.Well, folks, I know I asked this before, but what the hell are we training for now?Dominic's reaction was similar. Be patient, guys.Alexander warned them. All right.Dominic nodded and gave in, this time I will listen to you.Still won't last long.He didn't add this sentence. So, you're not going to investigate this matter?Little Jack asked as he was about to get off work. We can, but the time spent is not worth it.We can earn at most 200,000 yuan, maybe not that much.Having said that, you can spot this, and the performance isn't too bad.Granger said approvingly. How many messages like this pass here every week? One or two, if there are four, that week will be considered busy. How many of these would you take action on? One out of five, we do these things very carefully, but even then we are always in danger of being discovered.If those Europeans saw that we guessed far better than they did, then they would look up how we did it.However, they may check their own people first to find out who leaked the secret.That's what they'll think about.You see, just because of the way they operate themselves, there is so much room for conspiracy theories, the game they play is somewhat against this kind of thing. What else do you pay attention to? Starting next week, you'll have access to confidential accounts, or digital accounts as they're known, because they're originally identified by numbers.Due to computer technology, we mainly use code names now.However, they may also have learned this from the intelligence community.They often hired intelligence agents, but not good ones, and the good ones shunned the job of managing money, mostly because the senior intelligence officers were a bit snobby and often felt that money was not important enough.Granger explained. Speaking of confidential accounts, will they find out whose it is?asked little Jack. Usually not.Sometimes it's done entirely in code, sometimes we're able to eavesdrop on internal bank communications, but not often, and these bankers never talk about their clients in internal documents, at least not in writing.But I'm pretty sure they gossip over lunch, you know, a lot about it, and they don't really care where the money comes from, whether it's the Jews who died in Auschwitz or Brooke Lin's mafia boss, all the money is fresh off the printing press. If you give this information to the FBI We can't because it's not legal, and we won't because then we'd lose track of those jerks and their money.From a legal point of view, there is not only one judicial system. For some European countries, let’s put it this way, banks are very profitable, and no government has ever given up this kind of taxation.Dogs don't bite anyone in their house, and they don't care what happens a street away. I wonder how much my dad remembers about that? I bet, not too much.Granger said. Almost none.Jake Jr. agrees, so you're using these secret accounts to track the bad guys and where their money goes? That's what it is, it's a lot harder than you think, and when you catch them, it's a big win. So you just want me to be a bird dog? That's right.If you behave well enough.Granger added. Mohammad was almost directly above them at this time, and the long circle flight from Mexico City to London would pass very close to Washington, D.C. He looked down from an altitude of 37,000 feet, and the capital of the United States lay like a It's like a map.Had he been part of the Martyrs, he might have climbed the spiral staircase to the upper deck of the plane, killed the pilot with a pistol, and sent the plane into a dive.But that sort of thing has been done before, and now that the cockpit doors are protected, maybe an armed policeman in the business class up there can stop the whole operation in time.To make matters worse, there may be armed soldiers in plain clothes.Mohammad never had much respect for the police, but he learned the hard way not to treat Western soldiers lightly.In any case, he was not a member of the Martyrdom Corps anyway, but he admired those jihad fighters very much.His ability to find out information made him too valuable to be sacrificed in that noble operation.That's a good thing and a bad thing, whether it's good or bad, that's reality, and he has to live in the real world.When Allah writes him on his notepad by himself, he will see Allah and enter the paradise of Allah.Currently, he will be tied to this seat for another six and a half hours. Would you like some wine?gentlemen.asked the air hostess with pink cheeks.What a reward she will be in the Paradise of Allah. Ah good.Thanks.He answered in the purest Cambridge English.Alcohol was forbidden in Islam, but not drinking seemed suspicious, and it reminded him again that his mission was too important to take any risks.He often told himself that at least the Prophet Muhammad had approved of him, even if his conscience was a little flawed.He drank his drink quickly and adjusted his seat.Alcohol, although against the teachings of Islam, really helped him fall asleep. As far as novices go, the twins pass, Michelle said.Rick.Bell told his boss. Do you mean track training?Handley asked. yes.He didn't have to explain to him that a proper training session might require eight or ten vehicles, two planes, and twenty operators.The fact that the Park doesn't have any way to use those resources, but the Park has more leeway against its goals, has both advantages and disadvantages.Alexander seemed to like them very much, saying that they were both clever and quick minded. Good to know.What else happened? Rick.Pastenak said he discovered something new. What is it?Handley asked. Curare, an artificial derivative of succinylcholine, paralyzes voluntary muscles almost instantaneously, leaving you dead breathless.He said it was a terrible way to die, like being stabbed in the chest. Can it be traced out?Handley asked. That part is the good news, the body's enzymes break down the poison into acetylcholine very quickly, so there's a good chance it won't be detected, unless the target of the assassination happens to be in a top-notch medical center, which has to be just right There was a great pathologist, and he knew he had to find something unusual.The Russians have done this before, can you believe it?Back in the 1970s.They had thought about using it on the battlefield, but that idea proved impractical, and it's more surprising that their National Security Council (Editor's Note: KGB) didn't use it.This stuff works a lot like a severe heart attack, even after lying on the floor for an hour. How did he get that thing? One of his Russian colleagues met him in Colombia, and it turned out he was a Jew, and Rick got him to start confiding in him, and he told Rick so much that Rick could develop a set of injections in his lab. equipment.Everything was perfect. You know, it's amazing how the Mafia never got through this.If you want to kill someone, just hire a doctor to do it. Because it doesn't fit with the committed relationship most of them have with each other.None of them are in Conte.Fitzgerald's brother (Annotation: Count Fitzgerald Financial Investment Company, the largest underwriter of U.S. government bonds), this guy will go to the ninety-seventh floor building on a Tuesday morning Razed to the ground. Is this derivative any better than what we already have? Better than anyone's, Gray.He says it's almost 100 percent reliable if used properly. Is it expensive? Bell shook his head.Not expensive at all. Tried and really works? Rick said the thing killed six dogs, big dogs, clean. OK, then approve it. Got it, boss.應該可以在兩星期內拿到它們。 外面現在怎麼樣？ we do not know.貝爾垂著眼皮承認道，有個蘭格利的傢伙在備忘錄裡說，我們給對方造成了足夠的傷害，就算沒有讓對方關門大吉，也會讓對方的行動慢下來，可是每當我看到這種東西時就會變得很緊張。就像你在市場崩盤前都會聽到市場是沒有成長極限之類的屁話。驕兵必敗。米德堡沒辦法在網際網路上追蹤他們，那意味著他們變得比較聰明了。市場上有很多很好的加密軟體，有兩種連國安局都還無法破解，至少沒辦法可靠地辦到，他們用大型電腦每天跑上好幾個小時來破解那兩種軟體。就像你經常說的，葛瑞，最聰明的程式設計師已經不再是為山姆大叔（編註：指美國政府）工作了 他們都在發展電動玩具。漢德雷幫他說完沒說完的句子。政府從來就沒有足夠的薪水吸引最優秀的人才，這是永遠不會改進的。所以，你就是覺得不對勁？ Bell nodded.除非他們死了，埋到地底下，外加有根木樁釘進心臟（譯註：對付吸血鬼或殭屍的方法），否則我對他們永遠沒辦法安心。 要把他們一網打盡有點難，瑞克。 Exactly.