Chapter 18 Chapter 16 Horse Hunting

For most people, Sunday is a day of rest, and the situation in the park is about the same, with the exception of security personnel.Gray.Handley firmly believes that perhaps God's arrangement is justified. Working seven days can actually increase a person's productivity in a week by far less than 16.67%.At the same time, it will also make people's minds lose the ability to think freely, or they can't do anything. But today is different, of course.Today was the first time they planned a real covert operation.It has only been nineteen months since the establishment of the park, and most of this time has been used to establish their cover identity: the trading and arbitration company.His department heads took the train to and from New York many times to meet their counterparts in the normal world, and though it seemed slow at the time, in retrospect, it was fast, and they had built their reputations in the financial nation.Of course, they show little to the outside world of their real achievements, including currency trading and some carefully selected stocks, and sometimes even insider trading of companies that have been kept in the dark.Remaining completely private is the biggest goal, but since the park must be self-sufficient, it must also generate real income.During World War II, the U.S. government turned to lawyers to form a secret intelligence unit, and the British government turned to bankers.These units in both countries are very good at damaging and stabbing the enemy.It must have something to do with their view of the world, Handley thought as he sipped his coffee.

He looked at the others: Jerry.Lanz, his director of strategic planning; Sam.Granger, his director of operations.Even before the building was completed, the three of them had already thought about how to change the world, how to correct some imperfect corners.Rick.Bell is there too, he's the director of analysis, and his job is to sort through the intelligence he's getting from the NSA, the CIA, and try to make sense out of a bunch of unrelated pieces of information that, of course, are from the CIA, Thirty-five thousand analysts at Fort Meade and other similar units assisted in the collection.Like all senior analysts, he relishes a role in field operations, which is possible here because the campus is small and less bureaucratic.Both he and Handley were worried that this situation would not last, so both vowed not to let the park become the boss unit.

As far as they know, they are the only institution like this in the world.Moreover, since it was established in this way, it can completely disappear from the surface of the earth within two to three months.The Handley company did not invite outside investors to participate, and its behavior was very low-key, so it never attracted the attention of the outside world, and the community they were in did not advertise to the outside world.It's safest to hide in an area where everyone does the same business, but people won't bother you unless you have a bad reputation.The park has a good reputation.At least not entangled with others in money.

So Handley starts by asking, are we ready? Yes.Lanz spoke in Granger's place.Granger smiled solemnly and nodded. We were ready, Granger made it official, and we two older boys were inspired by the unexpected. They were motivated, yes, Bell agreed, and the boy Jack also tracked down his first good target, which was Shali.The events on Friday sparked a deluge of electronic communications.It resulted in a lot of cheerleaders, many of whom were just for fun and irrelevant, but if we accidentally killed one of the unimportant people, there would be no major loss.I've listed four goals for the first batch.Alright, Sam, have you got a plan on how to deal with them?

It was Davis' turn to speak.We will adopt the so-called strategy of alerting the snake.After we kill one or two, let's see what the reaction is. If there is any result, it will be a guide for future actions.I agree, Mr Shari looks like a very rewarding first target.The question is, should the matter of getting rid of him be done in secret, or in the open? Explain.Handley ordered. OK, it's one thing if he's found dead on the street.It's another thing if he disappears with dad's money and leaves a note saying he's no longer in his current job and just wants to retire.Granger explained.

Kidnap?That's dangerous.London Metropolitan Police has a 100% cracking rate on kidnapping cases.It's not a game to play, especially their first move. Yeah, we could hire an actor, dress up as him, fly him into New York JFK, and make him disappear.In fact, we've already disposed of his body, leaving behind his money.How much money does he have access to, Rick? Money that can be used directly?Oh, over three hundred million dollars. That's a lot of money for the company's coffers, Granger guessed, and, besides, it's nothing to his dad, is it? His father's money, all?At least three billion or more, Bell replied, he would be a little bit reluctant, but he wouldn't be so sad that he couldn't eat.And, depending on what he thinks of his son, it could even be an excellent cover for our actions.He assumes so.

I do not recommend such an action, but it is one of the alternatives.Granger concluded. Of course, all this has been discussed before.It's so obvious that it's hard not to notice it.But $300 million would be nice if it was deposited in an account in the park, like a bank in the Bahamas or Liechtenstein.You can put your money anywhere there is a phone line connection, and it will only be electronic data, not gold bullion. Handley was surprised that Granger had proposed such a plan so quickly, perhaps he wanted to show off to his colleagues.Clearly, their emotions weren't agitated by the thought of taking Shari's life, because they just wanted to get rid of him so he couldn't push something.Conscience is really a funny thing, Handley came to such a conclusion.

Let's set that aside for now.How difficult is such an eradication operation?Handley asked. Use Rick.The equipment Pastenak gave us?It's like child's play, as long as our people don't get too flustered.Even if it goes wrong, at worst it can look like a failed robbery.Granger told everyone. What if one of our people accidentally dropped the pen?Lanz was worried. That's just a pen, you can use it to write.It can escape all the police checks in the world.Granger answered confidently.He took his sample from his pocket and passed it to everyone at the table.This thing is so cool!He assures everyone.

They've all been briefed on this thing.On the surface, this is just an expensive ballpoint pen, gold-plated, with obsidian on the spring clip.Simply depress the spring clip and twist off the nib cap to transform the nib from a real pen into a hypodermic syringe containing a deadly agent.This can leave the victim unconscious within fifteen to twenty seconds and dead within three minutes, with no antidote and no evidence left in the body.The pen was passed around the conference table, and several executives tried it out. Most of them gave it a simulated stab like an ice drill for breaking ice, but Lanz brandished it like a knife.

Best to actually try it out.he said calmly. Anyone willing to be a volunteer, come out and get stabbed?Granger asked everyone at the table.No one nodded.The atmosphere in the room did not surprise him.The austere silence that comes only when one signs one's own life insurance policy, a document that has value only after one's own death, is therefore not a joy to sign. Let them fly to London together?Handley asked. correct.Granger nodded, and returned to a serious tone again. We want them to scout the target, set a time for action, and then strike. Do you want to stay and wait for the results?Lanz asked pointedly.

correct.Then, you can fly to the next target.The whole operation will not take more than a week.Then, we arrange for them to fly home and wait for further development.If someone touches his money after he's dead, we'll probably know about it, right? Should know, Bell affirmed, that if anyone stole his money, we'd know where it went. Very good!Granger said.After all, that's what the so-called scaring the snake out of the grass is all about. They won't be here long, both twins thought.They were staying in two adjoining rooms at the local Holiday Inn, and on this Sunday afternoon, both were watching TV with a guest present. How is your mother?asked little Jack. Great, helping out at a local school, kind of like volunteering at a church.It can also be said to be a teacher's assistant, but it does not really teach.Dad is busy with new projects, it seems that Boeing is back to researching the SST supersonic airliner.Dad says they will probably never build that plane unless DC allocates a ton of money, but since Concorde is retired, people are thinking about supersonic airliners again, and Boeing loves to have their engineers Be on the go.The Airbus guys are making them a little nervous, and they don't want to be left behind if the French get more ambitious. What about the Marine Corps?Little Jack asked Brian. The Marines are the Marines, cousin.It is still practicing every day, very busy, waiting for the next battle to come. Dad was worried when you were sent to Afghanistan. It was a little more exciting there.The natives are tough, not stupid, but not well trained.So when we run into them, we always have the upper hand.When we find a suspicious target, we call in the air force to bomb it, and usually we can smooth things out. how many people? How many people have we wiped out?There are some.Not many, but there are still some.The Green Berets (Editor's Note: Green Berets, U.S. Special Forces) went in first, and the Afghans quickly learned from them that it was not good for them to fight us head-on.Therefore, we spent most of our time in pursuit and reconnaissance, looking for bombing targets for the Air Force.There's a CIA guy with us, and an electronic signals intelligence team.Those bad guys use the radio a little too much.When we find a suspicious target, we will sneak to about a mile or so away from the target to observe carefully. If we find the target interesting, we will call the air force to come over and blow it upside down.It looked horrific.Brian said so. I think so too.Little Jack opened a can of beer. So, this guy Shali has a girlfriend named Rosalie.Parker's guy?Dominic asked.Like most cops, he has a good memory for names.You said he was happy about the shooting? Yes, said Jack Jr., he thought they did a good job. Who did he share his joy with? Some friends with whom he exchanged e-mails.The British monitor his phone calls and emails, but as I said, I can't discuss emails with you.The European phone system isn't as secure as people think; I mean, everyone knows you can intercept mobile calls, but the police there do things we wouldn't dare to do here.The British, in particular, used taps to track down IRA terrorists.I've heard that the police in other European countries have more freedom of movement. Yes, Dominique confirmed to him, at the police academy, there were a few guys who went through the National Police Officer Training Program which was sort of like a doctorate class for the police.After a few drinks, they talked about something similar.So, Shari is applauding the actions of these bad guys, huh? It was as if the team he supported won the Super Bowl.Little Jack answered immediately. He also pays to support them?Brian asked. That's right. interesting.After the question was answered, that was all Brian could say. He could have stayed an extra night, but he had business to attend to in the morning, so he drove his Ashton.Martin conquered the black sports car back to London.The car had a charcoal interior and a hand-built twelve-cylinder engine pumping out four hundred and sixty horsepower, allowing him to zip east on the M-4 highway at a hundred miles an hour.In a way, cars are better than sex.It was a pity that Rosalie was not with him, but he looked at his companion, Mandy, who was also a good bed partner, but by his favorite standard, she was a little too thin.Wish she had more meat on her bones, but that's not popular in Europe right now.The idiots who decide what the rules are for women's bodies are probably gay, so like all women to look like young boys.Crazy, Shari thought.Totally insane. But Mandy liked the car, more than Rosalie.Unfortunately, Rosalie is afraid of driving fast and doesn't trust his driving skills.He hopes to take the car home. Of course, he can fly it home.His brother has a sports car too, but the car dealer told him that this four-wheeled rocket can go over three hundred kilometers an hour, that's one hundred and ninety-six miles an hour, and there are some nice, legal, straight ones in Saudi Arabia road.Great, he has a cousin who flies Hurricanes in the Royal Saudi Air Force, but this car is his, so that's different.Unfortunately, the police here in the UK won't allow him to take good control of the car, just one more ticket and his driver's license could be revoked, what a bummer!But in our own country, there is no such problem.After seeing it in action, he'd fly it home and use it to attract girls, which was almost as exciting as driving.Mandy must have felt excited because of this car.He must give her an expensive LV leather bag, and he will send someone to her apartment tomorrow.There's no harm in being generous to a girl, and Rosalie needs to know that she has a competitor. As long as there are not many cars on the road and no police, the drive back to London is really fast. He drove quickly past Harrods, through the underpass of the garage, passed the Duke of Wellington's house, then turned right into Currency Street, Turn left onto Berkeley Plaza.He flashed his headlights and told him to ask the parking guard to move the car so that he could park it just in front of his three-story brown stone house.He got out of the car gracefully, quickly walked around to the other side of the car, opened the door for Mandy, escorted her up the steps leading to the oak door with style, and opened the door for her with a smile.After all, in a few minutes she was about to open a better door and let him in. The little bastard is back.said Ernest, writing the correct time on his clipboard.The two MI5 officers were in a BT minibus that stopped fifty yards away.They have been waiting there for about two hours.The young Saudi maniac drove the car, as if he thought of himself as the car god Jimmy.Clark is alive again. I think he had a better weekend than us.Peter agreed.Then he pressed a few buttons, which activated several monitoring systems installed in the Georgian mansion.These included three cameras whose tapes were removed daily by the infiltration team.He's an energetic little bastard. Possibly take Viagra.said Ernest aloud.He was somewhat jealous. One has to be rich, Ernest boy.What he spends today is our two weeks' salary.What she is about to get will definitely make her feel very satisfied. Son of a bitch.said Ernest sourly. She's skinny, but not that skinny, man.said Peter, laughing.They all know Mandy.Davis's charging standard. At the same time, like all men, they are very curious about what ability she has to charge such a high service fee, and they also look down on her.As counterintelligence officers, they were less sympathetic than the more worldly cops, and certainly not sympathetic to women who had to sell their souls to live without much skill to earn a living.It will cost seven hundred and fifty pounds if you just come to accompany me in the afternoon, and two thousand pounds if you stay overnight.As for how much it would cost to spend a whole weekend with him, no one asked. The two of them put on their headphones to make sure the microphones were active and to track the movements of the people in the room. He's a horny man, Ernest remarked. Do you think she'll stay the night? I bet she doesn't, Ernest.Then, he might pick up the phone and chat non-stop, and we might get some useful information from the bastard. Damn gringo.Ernest swore and agreed with his partner's prediction.They all thought that Mandy was prettier than Rosalie, and even qualified to be the mistress of a government minister. They were right.Mandy.Davis left at 10:23 p.m., paused at the door, gave a parting kiss and a smile that would have captivated any man, and walked down Berkeley Street, Walked up to Piccadilly, but instead of turning right at Boots Pharmacy, and instead of going down the subway station at the corner of Piccadilly and Stratton, hailed a taxi there and headed downtown to New Scotland Yard.There, she was questioned by a friendly young detective.She had a crush on the detective, but she had been in the business for a while and was too sophisticated to mix business with personal pleasure.Shari was an energetic guest and a big spender, but if there were any illusions in their relationship, it was his, not hers. The phone number appeared on LCD scratchpads (editor's note: used to store random numbers) and was immediately stored on their laptops. There were two of them, and at least one more in the Thames Building.Each of Shari's phones already has a scratchpad chip that records the destination of every call he makes.There is also a similar device that monitors all the calls that come to him, and three tape recorders that record every word.This call is a mobile phone call abroad. He called his friend Muhammad, and Peter said he didn't know what they were talking about. Will spend at least ten minutes bragging about his sexual adventures this weekend, I bet. Yes, he loves to talk about it.Peter agreed. She's too skinny, but a great whore, my good friend.She is an amazing woman.Shari said so to his friends.She and Rosalie both liked him, he said often. Glad to hear that, Shari, said Mohammed patiently in Paris, now, down to business. Follow, my friend. The American operation was successful. Yes, I see it.How many people are there? Eighty-three people were killed and 143 were injured.There should have been more casualties, but one of the teams made a mistake.What's more, the news spread everywhere.What they see on TV today is all about our jihadists and their attacks. This is really good.Allah has dealt them a great blow. Oh yes.By the way, I need some money transferred to my account. How many? Temporarily remit 100,000 pounds first. I can transfer it at ten o'clock tomorrow morning.In fact, he could finish it an hour or two earlier, but he plans to sleep in a little longer tomorrow morning.Mandy had just worn him out.Now, he is lying on the bed, drinking French wine, smoking a cigarette, watching TV, a little carelessly.He wants to watch the hourly news on Sky News.Is there anything else? No, not yet. It should be fine.He told Muhammad. Great, good night, Shari. wait a minute i have a question Don't ask now.We must be careful.Muhammad warned.Conversing on a mobile phone is a bit dangerous.He heard the other party sigh. Listen to you, good night.The two hung up the phone respectively. There's a nice pub in Somerset, the Blue Boar, Mandy said, and the food is good.Shari had turkey there and had a couple of drinks on a Friday night.Last night, we had dinner at a restaurant opposite the hotel called Orchid.He had the sirloin steak and I had the Dover halibut.On Saturday afternoon, we went out shopping, but time was short.He doesn't want to go out very much and just wants to stay in bed most of the time.The handsome detective videotaped it all, taking notes, as did the other cop.Both of them acted as objective as she did. Did he talk about anything?News on TV or newspaper? He watches the news on TV.But not a word was said.I said it was terrible, so many people had died, but he only mumbled back a few times.He may be the most heartless man, although he is very good to me.She told them, looking at them with her blue eyes. It was difficult for the two police officers to look at her only with professional eyes.She looks like a fashion model, but she is only five feet one inch tall, which is a bit too short.She also has a sweet vibe to her, which must go a long way in her work.But her heart is very cold.It's sad, but that's not what they should be worried about. Did he call? She shook her head.Not a single pass.This weekend, he didn't have a cell phone; he told me that he was all mine and that I didn't have to share him with anyone this weekend, which was the first time that happened.Other than that, everything is normal.She thought of something else, he took a bath more often now.For two days, I asked him to shower and he didn't even complain.Oh, I helped a little, I showered with him.She gave them a coquettish smile.This investigation ends here. Thank you, Miss Davis.As usual, you have been a great help. Just doing my part.You think, is he a terrorist or something?she had to ask. no.If you are in any danger, we will warn you first. Mandy reached into her LV purse and took out a five-inch blade knife.It was illegal for her to carry such a thing, but her profession required such a friend, and the two detectives knew that.She should know how to use it properly, they guessed.I can take care of myself, she assured them both, but Shari didn't look like it.He's actually pretty mild.Anyone who works in my line of work must know this and know men.Unless he's a great actor, he shouldn't be a danger.He's playing with money, not guns. The two detectives took her word for it.She's right. If there's one thing a prostitute does well, it's understanding men.Those who don't have this talent probably won't live to be twenty years old. After Mandy took a taxi back, the two Task Force agents wrote down what she told them and emailed it to Thames House, where the information was added to the young Arab's security department. in the file. Brian and Dominic arrived at the park at exactly eight o'clock on time.Their new security passes allowed them to take the elevator straight up to the top floor, where they sat and drank coffee until half an hour later, when Gray.Handley just showed up.Immediately the twins jumped out of their seats and stood at attention, especially Brian. Good morning, said the ex-senator as he walked past them, then stopped and said, you should talk to Sam.Granger talk, I think, Rick.Pastenak will be here at about nine-fifteen.Sam should be here any minute.I have to go into my office now and deal with the official papers, okay? Yes, sir.Brian replied.It doesn't matter, the coffee here is not bad. Less than two minutes later, Granger emerged from the elevator.Hi both of you.follow me.They obey. Granger's office wasn't as large as Handley's, but it wasn't small either.He pointed to the two chairs for visitors and hung up his overcoat. How soon can you be ready to go out on a mission? is today Okay?Dominic asked back. Granger smiled at such an answer, but someone who was too impatient made him worry.On the other hand, there are still three days, and perhaps, being impatient is not such a bad thing. Already have a plan?Brian asked. some.We worked it out over the weekend.Granger began to explain the concept of the whole operation: to startle the snake. Makes sense.Brian said.Where do we act? On the street, probably.I will not tell you how to carry out this plan.I'll just tell you what kind of outcome we want.How you proceed is up to you to decide.Well, we have a good report on your first target, detailing his locations and habits.You'll just have to figure out the right goals and then decide how to get the job done. Job done, Dominique thought to himself.Like a line from a Godfather movie. Who is he and why? His name is Uda.Bing.Shari, aged twenty-six, lives in London. The twins looked at each other with amused eyes.I should have figured it out, said Dominique, Jr. Jack told us about him.He's the rich kid who likes the company of whores, right? Granger opened the manila file folder he'd picked up on the way into the office and handed it over.A photo of Shari with his two girlfriends.Location and photographs of his London home.This is a photo of him sitting in the car. Ashton.Martin, said Dominique, nice car. He works in the business district and has an office in the Lloyd's Insurance building.More pictures, but there is a problem, there are usually people following him.MI5 had been keeping an eye on him, but the man they had assigned to follow him seemed to be a novice, and there was only one.So, when you strike out, keep that in mind. We don't use guns, do we?Brian asked. No, we have something better.Silent, better, and secretive.Rick.When Pastenak comes, you will see.This mission does not use firearms.European countries don't like guns very much, and unarmed combat is too dangerous.We want it to look like a heart attack. Will there be residue in the body?Dominic asked. You can ask Rick that question.He will give you detailed answers. What do we use to deliver this potion? this.Granger opened the desk drawer and took out a handful of safe blue pens.He gave it to them and showed them how to use it. Pretty, said Brian, just a stab in his ass? Completely correct.It would inject seven milligrams of this drug called succinylcholine, a high-dose muscle relaxant, and it would take care of everything.The target will fall down, brain dead within a few minutes, and completely dead in less than ten minutes. What about first aid?What if an ambulance is parked across the street? Rick said it didn't matter, unless he was in an operating room with a doctor right next to him. very good.Brian picked up the photo of their first target and looked at it, but what he saw was actually a young David.Pretis.You're out of luck, friend. It seems our friend had a great time this weekend.Little Jack said to the computer.Today's report includes Mandy.A photograph of Miss Davies and her interview with the Metropolitan Police Special Squad.She is very pretty. Not cheap!Wells said, sitting in his place. How long can the sand last?Little Jack asked him. Little Jack, it's best not to make such predictions.Wells warned. Because those two killers are damned, Tony, they're my cousins. I don't know much about this, and I don't want to ask.The less we know, the fewer problems we have.Wells emphasized. Of course you can say that, Boss, Little Jack replied, but whether or not I had any sympathy for him before, my sympathy for him completely disappeared after he started encouraging and financing terrorists with guns.Some boundaries cannot be crossed. Yes, little Jack, that's right.Be careful not to get too involved yourself. Little Jack thought about this answer for about a second.Does he want to be an assassin?Probably not, but some people should be eliminated, Uda.Bing.Shari falls into this category.If his cousins ​​were going to kill him, they were doing God's work, or his country's work, which was pretty much what he'd been taught since childhood. so fast, doctor?Dominic asked. Pastenak nodded.So fast. Is it reliable?Brian continued. Five milligrams is enough.The pen injects seven milligrams at a time.It would be a miracle if anyone survived.Unfortunately, this death is painful, but there is no way around it.I mean, we could have used botox, which is a fast-acting neurotoxin, but it leaves a residue in the bloodstream, which shows up on a toxicity scan after death.Succinylcholine is completely metabolized.It would take another miracle to detect it, unless the examiner knew what to detect in the first place, which is impossible. Ask again, how fast? Twenty to thirty seconds, depending on how close the injection is to a vital vessel, followed by complete paralysis.Can't even blink.He also couldn't move his diaphragm, so he couldn't breathe, and oxygen couldn't get into his lungs.His heart would continue to beat, but since it was the organ that used most of the oxygen, within seconds, there would be cardiac ischemia.This means that in the absence of oxygen, the heart tissue will start to die from the lack of oxygen.Such pain will be intense.In general, the human body normally stores large amounts of oxygen.As for how much, it depends on the condition of the body. Generally, the oxygen storage of fat people is lower than that of thin people.In any case, the heart will be the first to feel the pain.It will keep throbbing, but that only makes the pain worse.Brain death will occur after three to six minutes.Before that, he could still hear voices, but not see Why can't I see it?Brian asked. Eyelids may close.We are talking about total paralysis.So, he would lie there in excruciating pain, completely immobilized, with his heart pumping blood that couldn't produce oxygen until his brain cells died from the lack of oxygen.After that, it is theoretically possible that the body is still alive, since muscle cells can live longest without oxygen, but the brain is finished.Yes, it's not as easy as a bullet to the head to make sure the target is dead, but it doesn't make too much noise and leaves little evidence.After heart cells die, they produce some of the same enzymes that are produced after a heart attack.So whatever the pathologist finds at the autopsy is a heart attack, or a neurological attack.Also, brain tumors can cause this, so they might cut the brain open and look for tumors.However, when the laboratory sent a report saying that it was determined to be a heart attack due to the detection of enzymes, then the matter might stop here.Succinylcholine will not appear in the blood test report, because it will be metabolized after death.They would think it was a case of death after a sudden heart attack, which happens every day.They'll test his blood for cholesterol or other high-risk factors for heart disease, but that doesn't change the fact that he's dead from a cause they'll never guess. God, Dominic was almost breathless with surprise, doctor, how did you get into this line of work? My brother is Conte.Vice President of Fitzgerald.Pastenak could only answer in this way. So, we have to be very careful with these pens, eh?Brian asked.For them, the physician's explanation was enough. If so I would be very careful.Pastenak suggested so.