Chapter 19 Chapter Seventeen The Little Red Fox and the First Fence

They flew from Dulles International Airport on a British Airways flight, a Boeing 747 whose control surfaces had been designed by their father twenty-seven years earlier.It made Dominic think that he was still in diapers and how much the world had changed since then. Both held brand new passports with their real names on them.All the rest of the relevant files are stored on their laptops, all encrypted, along with modems and communications software, which are also fully encrypted.Otherwise, they were dressed casually, similar to other passengers in first class.The stewardess shuttled the service efficiently, distributed some snacks to each person, and gave the twins a glass of white wine.Once the plane was at cruising altitude, the food served on board was excellent, almost the best meal an airline can serve; the movie on board was also excellent, Brian chose to watch Star Terminator, Dominique chose is The Matrix.The two have loved reading science fiction since childhood.Both had gold pens in their coat pockets.The refill tubes were stowed in their razor set bags and carried in their luggage, which was stored in the luggage compartment under the plane.It will take about six hours to fly to London Heathrow Airport, and the two hope to get some sleep on the plane.

Any further thoughts, Anzo?Brian asked softly. No, Dominic answered the same, isn't everything all right?There are no flush toilets in British prisons, he didn't go on to say, and however embarrassing it was for a Marine officer, it was an absolute shame for a sworn FBI agent. Very well, good night, brother. Got it, Brother Bing.The two fiddled with the complicated seat control mechanism, and lowered the seat until it was close to lying flat.So the Atlantic flew by three thousand miles below them. Back at his apartment, Jr. learns that his cousins ​​have gone abroad, and while no one has been able to tell him exactly why, their mission is not hard to guess.Uda.Bing.Shari will not survive this week.He would hear about it from morning messages from Thames House, and he found himself wondering what the Britons would say, how excited or regretful would they be?Of course, he will also know how the task is carried out.This aroused his great curiosity.He'd lived in London for a long time, so he knew it wasn't a good place to use a gun for the job, unless it was an assassination planned by the government.In the case, for example, of an Air Force Special Service dispatch to assassinate a particularly disliked figure in Number 10, the police would not pursue it too deeply.Perhaps only a superficial investigation would be done to build up a case file, which would then be placed in an unsolved filing cabinet where it would collect dust and no one would pay attention.You don't have to be a rocket scientist to guess this outcome.

But this time, it was the Americans who were attacking on British soil, and he was sure that Her Majesty's Government would not be too happy about it.This is a question of sovereignty.Also, this is not an action by the US government.From a legal point of view, this is premeditated murder, a crime for which governments around the world impose severe penalties.Therefore, no matter what happens, he hopes that they will proceed with caution.Even his father could not overly interfere in this matter. Oh Shari, you are a beast!After he finally rolled off her body, Rosalie.Parker exclaimed.She checks her watch, he's been procrastinating too long, and she has an appointment with an oil tycoon from Dubai after lunch tomorrow.She was quite old and generous, and told her once that she reminded him of one of his favorite daughters, a lewd old bastard!

Stay overnight.Shari urged. no dear.I have to pick up my mother for lunch tomorrow and take her shopping at Harrods.God, I should go!She pretended to be very anxious, and suddenly sat up straight and said. no.Shari put a hand on her shoulder and pulled her down. Oh, you devil!She giggled coquettishly, showing a warm smile. The devil's name is Xia Ha Ting, and Sha Li corrected that he is not from my family. Oh, you really wear out girls, Shari.That's not a bad thing, but she still has work to do.So, she stood up and picked up her dress from the floor.He always throws her clothes on the floor.

Rosalie, my love, you are the only one in my heart.he groaned.She knows it's a lie.After all, she was the one who introduced Mandy to him. Really?she asked. Oh that.She is too thin.She doesn't even eat.She is different from you, my princess. It's so kind of you.Rosalie turned, kissed, and then put on her bra.Shari, you are the best and the best!she says.It never hurts to praise a man's self-esteem, which is inherently higher than most men's. You just say nice things to comfort me.Shari blamed her. Do you think I'm an actor?Shari, you think highly of me.But I must go, love.

whatever you want.He yawned. He decided to buy some shoes for her tomorrow.There was a newly opened Gumi Zhou shoe store near his office, and he was going to check it out, and her foot happened to be a size six.In fact, he liked her feet a lot. Rosalie flashed into the bathroom and looked in the mirror.Her hair was a mess, and Shari always liked to mess with her hair, as if to put a mark on his property.She combed it with a comb for a while, and finally she could read it. I must go, love, she stooped and kissed him again, don't get up, I know where the door is.The last kiss, full of affection, make an appointment for the next meeting.Shali is the most regular customer.She will come back here again.Mandy is nice, a good friend, knows how to deal with these foreign guests, and best of all, she is not too greedy, unlike some insatiable fashion models who squeeze out good customers when they come across them.Mandy has many regular customers in the United States and Europe, and she is not afraid of not being full.

Once outside the house, she hails a taxi. where are you going darlingasked the taxi driver. New Scotland Yard, thank you. Waking up on a plane can always be a little confusing, even from the comfort of first class.The window visor was pulled up, the cabin lights were on, and news came from the earphones, but it might be real news, or it might be old news, because it was British news, so it was not easy to judge.The breakfast was served with a lot of fat, plus a cup of Starbucks coffee, which is not too bad. If the full score is 10, this cup of coffee is about 6 points.Maybe give it a seven.Brian looked out the window on his right and saw the verdant English fields instead of a vast expanse of storm-dark Atlantic Ocean, which, fortunately, he had flown across in his dreamless night of sleep .

Both twins are now worried about dreams, and they can tolerate past dreams, but they are afraid of future dreams, even though they have made up their minds to go on this path.Twenty minutes later, the 747 passenger plane landed gently at Heathrow Airport.The entry procedure at the immigration bureau is just a simple process, and in this respect, the British are better than the Americans, Brian thought.The luggage soon appeared on the carousel of the terminal building. They took the luggage, went outside, and hailed a taxi. Where are you going, gentlemen? Mayfair Hotel, Stratton Street. The driver nodded, and the car drove east towards the city.It took thirty minutes for the driver to arrive because it happened to be rush hour for commuting in the morning.This is Brian's first visit to the UK, Dominic is not.For Dominique, the sight in front of him felt cheerful, while for Brian it felt novel and adventurous.It looks like home, Brian thought, except people seem to be driving on the wrong side of the road.Initial impression is that the driver seems to be more polite, but it's hard to say.Saw at least one golf course, surrounded by verdant green grass, but other than that, the traffic rush here was no different than back home in Seattle.

Half an hour later, they saw Green Park, a lush green area, really beautiful; then, the taxi turned left, drove two streets further, turned right, and the hotel was in front of them.On the other side of the street, there happened to be a monopoly Ashton.Martin's car dealership, the cars were so shiny they looked like diamonds in the windows of Tiffany's in New York City.This is obviously a high-end residential area.Although Dominique had been to London before, he had never stayed here.In terms of service and hospitality, European hotels can teach their American counterparts a lesson.Six minutes later, they were already in two adjacent rooms.The tub is big enough for a shark to swim in, and towels hang from a rack heated by steam.The small wine cabinet is full of all kinds of fine wines, of course, the prices are not cheap.The two twins took the time to take a shower first; looked at their watches, the time was 8:45, and since Berkeley Square was only a hundred yards away from the hotel, they left the hotel, turned left, and walked towards what used to be the singing nightingale (ed. Note: the name of the jazz album) to the landmark.

Dominique nudged his older brother and pointed to the left.MI5 used to have a building there, on Kerson Street.As for the US embassy, ​​you have to go to the top of the hill, turn left, and walk two streets; then, turn right, then left onto Glovino Square.Ugly building, but that's what your government represents here.As for our friends, that's where we live, on the other side of the park, half a street from the Bank of Westminster.There is a horse on the signboard. It looks very advanced here.Brian commented. Yes, Dominique confirms, the houses are insanely expensive.Most of them consisted of a house divided into three apartments, but our friend Shari enjoyed an entire one to himself, his own Disneyland of sexual pleasure and waste and debauchery.Well he said.Then he saw a BT van parked about twenty yards ahead of them.I bet it must be the British intelligence surveillance team, it's so obvious.It's not clear if anyone is in the car, but that's because the windows have been specially treated to make them opaque.It was the only cheap car on the street; the least cars in this part of the world were Jags.But on this hill, the king of cars here is the black Conqueror parked at the PR end.

Damn, that's a nice car.Brian said.Yes, the car looked like it was going a hundred miles an hour even if it was just parked in front of the house. The real champion car is the McLaren F-One.It's a million dollar car, but only one person in the front seat, I think.Fast as a fighter jet.The car you see now costs 250,000 yuan, bro. damn it.Brian scolded, so expensive? It's handmade, Aldo, the artisans work in the Sistine Chapel in the Vatican, and then work in the depot after work.Yes, it is expensive.Wish I could afford it too.You could probably put its engine on a Spitfire and take down some German fighters, you know? The gas consumption may be astonishing.Blaine criticized. Oh yeah, there's a little price to pay for everything shit.That is our goal. At this moment, the door opened and a young man came out.Wearing a three-piece suit, the color of which was similar to the gray of the Confederate uniform in the Civil War, he first stood on the middle step of the four stone steps, looking down at his watch.As if on notice, a black London taxi came down the hill at once, and he walked down the steps and jumped into it. Five feet ten inches, one hundred and fifty-five to one hundred and sixty pounds, Dominic said visually.The black beard was grown down to his chin, like something out of a pirate movie.The bastard should have had a sword, but he didn't. younger than us.Bryan pointed out.They move on.Then, led by Dominique, they walked back through the park in the other direction, but they slowed down for the Ashton.Martin cast a salivating glance before moving on.The hotel has a café where they ordered coffee and a simple breakfast of croissants and jam. I don't like having people spying on our birds.Brian said. no way.The British must have thought there was something wrong with him too.But he's about to have a heart attack, remember.We're not trying to shoot him, let alone with a suppressed weapon.No trace, no sound. Okay, fine, let's go to town and kill him, but if things don't feel right, call it off, come back, and start over, okay? agree.Dominic nodded.For this assignment, they must have done a beautiful job.He'll probably have to take the lead because his job will be to find out the British cops who are following this guy.But there's no reason to wait too long either.They'll look at Berkeley Square, get a feel for it, and hopefully get a closer look at the target.It wasn't a good place to strike, because there was a surveillance team parked just thirty yards away.The good news is that the person following him should be a novice.If I can spot him, then when I'm ready and you hit the target, well, I'll ask that stalker for directions, or something.You only have a second to do it.Then the two of us moved on as if nothing had happened.Even when someone called an ambulance, we just turned our heads a little and continued on our way. Brian thought through the whole plan from beginning to end.We must first survey the surroundings of the scene. agree.They stopped talking and finished their breakfast with their heads down. Sam.Granger was already in his office.It was 3:15 in the morning, he entered the office and turned on the computer.The twins arrived in London around one o'clock in the morning of his time, and his gut told him they wouldn't act immediately.This first move will determine whether the campus virtual office concept works, or doesn't.If things go smoothly according to plan, he will be notified of the progress of the operation soon, and even Birick.Bell got the news from the intelligence network faster.Now, the part he knew he was going to hate was waiting for someone else to carry out a plan he had planned, a plan he had come up with and drawn up in this office, on this desk.A cup of coffee might help; a cigar would be even better, but he had no cigar.Just then, someone opened the door of his office. It's Gray.Handley. the same as you?Granger was both surprised and a little amused, so he couldn't help asking. Handley laughed and said: Oh, first time, isn't it?I can't sleep at home. I heard you had a good hand?he said aloud. hope so.In fact, Handley is a master at poker. Any news on the twins? not yet.They arrived on time and are probably in the hotel by now.I think they've checked into the hotel, cleaned up, and gone out to check.The hotel was one street from Shari's house.Ah, for all I know they may have stabbed him in the ass.The timing is just right.He is probably about to go out to work now, and the local police have already figured out his work and rest time, and we can rely on them in this respect. Yeah, unless he gets a phone call out of the blue, or he sees something in the morning paper that piques his interest, or his favorite shirt isn't ironed.Real life is analog, Sam, not digital, remember? We all know it.Granger agreed with him. The business districts of all cities look almost identical, but compared with the steel and glass curtain buildings everywhere in the New York business district, this place is a bit more intimate.Of course, there are a few buildings like that here, but they don't feel too oppressive.Half a street from where they got off the taxi, there are still parts of the original ancient Roman walls. The original name of the British capital was Lundinning, and these walls have existed since then, because the place had a good well and Dahe was chosen as the site for the city.They noticed that most of the people in this place were well dressed, and all the shops looked very high-end. Relatively, there seemed to be very few low-end things in this city.It's quite noisy here, and everyone is hurrying, as if they have something urgent to do.There are also plenty of taverns here, most of which have a blackboard near the door advertising the food they serve.The twins chose a tavern with a view of Lloyd's Building, and better yet, it had some seating outside, like those in Rome's Piazza di Spagna.The clear skies made it easy to forget London's notoriety for being wet and cold.Both twins were well dressed so they wouldn't be mistaken for American tourists.Brian saw an ATM, went to get some cash, split it with his brother, and ordered coffee to sit and wait; they were too American to drink tea. In the office, Shali works in front of the computer.He had a chance to buy a mansion in the Belgravia district, which was more upmarket than the one he lived in now. The asking price was 8.5 million pounds, which wasn't a good price, but it wasn't too much.Of course, he can rent it out at a very high rent, and this property has ownership rights, that is to say, after buying the house, he also owns the land at the same time, so he does not have to pay land rent to the Duke of Westminster.Not cheap, but worth the investment.He reminded himself that he was going to look at the house this week.In addition, the value of the currency has been stable recently.Although he had played arbitrage for several months, he felt that he did not have the professional education in this field to engage in this kind of activity too deeply.At least not yet.Maybe he should talk to a professional in this area.Anything could be learned, and with £200 million in his hands, he could play without losing too much of his father's money.In fact, he made nine million pounds this year alone, which is a good result.For the next hour, he sat in front of the computer, staring at the market, trying to make sense of it.The market is like his good friend. He knows that what is really important is to see the trend of the market in advance, and then rush in when the market is low, and wait for the market to rise in the future. However, although he is already familiar with such operations, he has not yet Learn to specialize in this area.If he had learned it earlier, he would have an extra thirty-one million pounds in his trading account instead of just nine million pounds.Patience, he thought to himself, is a really hard virtue to cultivate.It's even better if you can be young and smart. Of course, there is also a TV in his office. He switched to an American commercial channel and heard the host talking about the weakness of the pound against the dollar in the future. However, the reasons he gave were not so convincing, so he thought, It's better to buy only 30 million dollars to hype.His father had warned him before, asking him not to be too speculative. Since it was his father's money, of course he had to listen to his father's words and make that old bastard happy.He has only lost £3 million in the past nineteen months, and most of his investment mistakes have been made over a year ago.His real estate deals have been impressive, mostly buying properties from older Britons and waiting a few months before selling them to his compatriots, mostly in cash or the equivalent in financial instruments.On the whole, he considered himself a real estate deal tycoon, and an accomplished genius at that.And, of course, he was the best lover.It was almost noon now, and his lower body was already suffering from the thought of Rosalie.Is she free tonight?For a thousand pounds she should be free, Shari thought.So, just before twelve noon, he picked up the phone and pressed 9, the speed dial key. My dear Rosalie, this is Shari.If you can come over tonight, around 7:30, I will prepare a nice gift for you.You know my phone number, honey.He put down the phone, he would wait until around four o'clock, and if she didn't call back, he would call Mandy.There are rarely days when neither of them is available.He preferred to believe that when they weren't free, they were shopping or dining with friends.After all, who else could be more generous than him?He wanted to see the look on Rosalie's face when she saw the new shoes.British women really love Jimmy Zhou, a famous Chinese shoemaker.In his eyes, Jimmy Zhou's shoes are ugly, but a woman is a woman, not a man.His favorite thing is to drive his Ashton.Martin.Women like to walk, and their feet hurt from walking.I really don't understand them. Just sitting there looking at the Lloyd Building soon bored Brian.Not only was the building extremely drab, it was downright ugly, like a glassed-in DuPont factory that made nerve gas or some other poisonous chemical.It is also possible that his field observation skills are too poor, and he looks at the same object for too long.There are a few shops in the area, but again, none are cheap.There was a shop for men's handmade suits, a shop for women's clothing that looked equally high-end, and a shop for shoes that looked expensive.He wouldn't pay attention to that shoe store at all.He has a nice pair of black leather shoes, which he is wearing now, and a nice pair of espadrilles, I forgot when I bought them, and four pairs of combat boots, two of which are black and two It is the khaki color prescribed by the Marine Corps. Except for military parades or participating in other official activities, Marine Corps reconnaissance members who dare to eat snakes will never wear these shoes.All marines should be glamorous in appearance, but the reconnaissance team seems to be the illegitimate child of the family, and it is difficult to talk about it.Moreover, he still can't get over the shooting incident that happened last week.Even the men he went after in Afghanistan didn't have surreptitious plans to kill women and children, at least that's what he knew.Yes, they were savages, but even savages had a limit.That's only the case with the vote this guy is funding.It's not masculine behavior, and even if they both had big beards, it wouldn't be masculine.Afghans are macho, but this guy looks like a pimp.Anyway, this guy wasn't worth the Marines wasting bullets, wasn't a man worth killing, just a cockroach to get rid of.Even if he drives a fancy car that's more than a Marine Corps captain's combined ten-year pre-tax salary.A Marine Corps officer can only save to buy a Chevrolet, but this bastard can afford a luxury car comparable to an 007 and travel around with rented prostitutes.You can use many words to call him, but the three words of man are definitely not applicable, the Marine Corps officer thought so, subconsciously, as if he had sneaked into that building. Prey appears, Aldo.Dominique said.He put the cash on the table to pay the bill. The two stood up and walked in the opposite direction at first. When they reached the corner, they stopped at the same time and turned around, as if they were looking back at something.See, Shari is standing there. Also, Shari's stalker.The man was dressed as an office worker, wearing an expensive suit.Dominic found that he seemed to have just walked out of a tavern.Really a novice.It was too obvious that his eyes were fixed on the target like this, but he was far behind, about fifty yards or so, obviously not worried about being noticed by his target.Shali is not very vigilant, and may be completely ignorant of the so-called anti-following prison.No doubt he must have thought he was safe.Maybe he also thinks he is very smart, everyone will have this illusion, but this person is obviously much more serious than the average person. The two brothers scanned the street.There were about a few hundred people within sight.There is a lot of traffic on the street.The good line of sight is a little too good but Shari seems to send himself in front of them on purpose, which is too good to miss. Plan A, Anzuo?Brian asked quickly.They had thought up three plans in advance, plus a gesture to cancel the action. Got it, Aldo.Take action.They parted and walked back in opposite directions, hoping that Shari would turn around and head for the tavern where they had just endured the bad coffee.Both of them wore sunglasses to avoid being seen where their eyes were looking.Brian's responsibility was to keep an eye on the novice who was following Shali.For this novice, this may already be a routine, because he may have been following Shali for several weeks. After doing the same thing for a long time, it will become a routine before he knows it. He only cares about what the target may do and looks at him Fixing on the target, but not paying attention to the surrounding conditions on the street, which is actually what he should do.But he is working in London now, maybe it is still his sphere of influence, and he may think that he is too familiar with this place, so there is no need to worry about what will happen.This is a very dangerous illusion.His only job is to keep an eye on a target that doesn't seem very interesting, but for some unknown reason, the Thames Building is actually interested in this person.The subject's habits are well established and present no danger to anyone, at least in this area.A spoiled rich kid, that's all.Now, after Shali crosses the street, turn left.Out for shopping today, it looks like it is.Buying shoes for one of his girlfriends, the MI5 officer guessed.Such a nice gift, better than anything he could afford to buy for his fiancée, the MI5 novice grumbled inwardly. Shali found that there was a pair of very nice shoes in the window, black leather with gold ornaments.He jumped childishly up the curb steps and turned left toward the door of the shoe store, smiling and imagining the look of joy in Rosalie's eyes when she opened the box. Dominique took out his map of central London, a small red book, and he opened it and walked past the subject, not looking directly at him, but glancing at them out of the corner of his eye.With his eyes fixed on the stalker, he looked even younger than he and his older brother, and this was probably his first job out of any school run by MI5, so he was assigned this seemingly Very simple tracking tasks.He might be a little nervous, so he keeps his eyes on the target and his fists are clenched.Only about a year ago, Dominique was not much different from him, equally young and enthusiastic.Dominique stopped, turned quickly, and estimated the distance from Blaine to Shari.Brian is doing the same, of course, and Dominic's job is to keep pace with his brother.By this time, Brian was already ahead of him.Dominique looked around again from the corner of his eye, and walked in front of the stalker. Then, he looked at the stalker.The MI5 officer noticed and moved his eyes.He stopped almost automatically, and heard the old tourist ask stupidly: Excuse me, may I ask this place. Brian reached into his coat pocket and took out the gold pen.He turned the cap, and the black nib instantly turned into a needle, and he pressed down on the spring clip.His eyes locked on to the target, about three feet away, and he took a half-step to the right, as if to avoid someone who wasn't there at all, and crashed straight into the sand. The Tower of London, yes, there it is.The guy from MI5 said so, and turned and pointed in the direction. Perfect. sorry.Brian said.He took a half step to the left to let the man pass, and at the same time, pointing down with the pen, he stabbed down, directly on the target's right buttock.The hollow needle can penetrate as much as three millimeters into the buttocks.The carbon dioxide pre-stored in the tube was activated, and seven milligrams of succinylcholine was injected into the largest muscle tissue in Shali's body.Brian walked on. Oh, thanks, man, said Dominique.He put the Chichester map back in his pocket and headed in the right direction.When he was out of sight of his target, he stopped, turned and in this line of business, this is a very wrong thing to do, and he knew very well that he saw Brian put his pen back in his coat pocket.His younger brother then rubbed his nose, which was a gesture they had arranged in advance, which represented the completion of the task. Shari felt as if he had been bumped slightly in the buttocks, or pricked, or something, and flinched instinctively, but nothing serious.He stretched out his right hand to rub the spot, but the pain disappeared immediately, and he ignored it and continued walking towards the shoe store.He walked about ten paces, and then felt His right hand trembled slightly.He stopped, looked at it, and stretched out his left hand to touch the right His left hand was also shaking.what happened His legs gave way, and his whole body fell vertically on the concrete sidewalk.When the kneecap hit the ground, it bounced back a bit, and it was painful, in fact, quite painful.He tried to take a deep breath to drive away the pain and embarrassment But he couldn't breathe.The succinylcholine had now fully infiltrated him, and had disabled every neuromuscular that existed in him, the last of which was his eyelids, so that Shari's face, though now approaching the ground very quickly, could not see its own impact. The situation on the ground.Instead, his eyes turned black. In fact, it was the redness caused by low-frequency light invading the tiny tissues of his eyelids.Soon, confusion first appeared in his mind, followed by panic. This is how the same thing?he asked himself in his mind.He could feel what was happening.His forehead pressed against the rough surface of the concrete floor.He could hear people's footsteps approaching to his left and right.He tries to turn his head no, first he has to open his eyes But he couldn't open his eyes.What's wrong? he is not breathing He ordered himself to breathe.Like being under the surface of a swimming pool, holding your breath for a long time, and then coming up again, he told himself, open your mouth and let your diaphragm expand But nothing happened! What exactly is going on?he yelled in his head. His body works on its own.Carbon dioxide builds up in his lungs, and from there automatic commands go to his diaphragm, telling it to expand the lungs, drawing in more air to displace the poison in the lungs.But nothing happened, and, after receiving this bit of information, his body panicked completely automatically.The adrenal glands release a large amount of adrenaline, which floods the entire blood.His heart was still beating, but under this natural stimulation, his consciousness became clearer and his mind accelerated How is this going?Shali asked herself urgently again. At this time, panic had already covered her whole body.His body didn't listen to commands far more than imagined.He was suffocating in the dark, on a sidewalk in central London, in broad daylight.The excess carbon dioxide in his lungs wasn't really causing pain, but his body was reporting that fact back to his mind, causing him excruciating pain.The situation is very wrong, and it doesn't make sense, as if he was hit by a truck in the street. No, it should be like being hit by a truck in his living room.It happened so fast that he didn't have time to understand what was going on.It doesn't make sense at all, everything is so unexpected, it makes people feel surprised and shocked. But he couldn't deny that it wasn't true. He continued to command himself to breathe.He must breathe.He never fails to breathe, therefore, must breathe.He then felt that the urine in his bladder was gradually leaking out, but the slight sense of shame was immediately replaced by more and more intense panic.He can feel everything, hear everything, but can do nothing.It's like being caught naked in the king's palace in Riyadh with a pig in his arms Then, it started to hurt.His heart is beating wildly, and now it has reached one hundred and sixty beats per minute, but the result of it doing so is only to inject oxygen-free blood into the cardiovascular system. Moreover, the heart is in his body, and it is currently still alive. The only organ that really moves has used up all the oxygen his body had stored in doing so In the absence of oxygen, faithful heart cells also begin to die. This is the greatest pain the body has ever known, and the message of danger immediately returns to the whole body from the heart as each individual cell begins to die, at which point the cells begin to die by the thousands, and each cell begins to die. connected to the nerves, and the nerves screamed to the brain: death is about to happen!And, it's happening now!He couldn't even show a pained expression.It was as if a sharp knife had been stabbed into his chest, then rotated, and then stabbed down, deeper and deeper.This is the feeling of death, brought by the hand of the devil himself, from the hand of Satan himself. At that moment, Shali saw the god of death coming, with a big fire coming towards him, wanting to take his soul and take him to hell.Uda.Bing.In desperation, Shali read aloud the verses of the Koran: There is no god but Allah, Muhammad is his messenger his messenger. There is no god but Allah, and Muhammad is his messenger. 他的腦細胞也因為缺氧而開始死亡，在這個過程中，腦細胞所擁有的資料，全灌進逐漸消失的意識中。因此，他看到了他的父親、他最喜歡的駿馬、他的母親，然後是滿桌的食物，還有蘿莎莉，蘿莎莉騎在他身上，臉孔滿是喜悅，但這些都變得愈來愈遠愈來愈模糊模糊模糊。 最後，漆黑一片。 現在已經有很多人聚集在他四周。其中一位彎下身，問道：哈囉，你還好嗎？笨問題，但人們在這種情況下，好像只會問這種問題。問話的這個人是一家電腦周邊公司的業務員，當時正準備要前往一家酒館喝一杯，享用一頓簡單的午餐。他搖搖沙里的肩膀，完全沒有抗力，就好像在肉攤上翻動一塊肉，這讓他大吃一驚，比被一把子彈上膛的手槍抵住胸膛更震驚。他馬上把沙里的身體翻過去，摸摸他的脈搏。還有脈搏，心臟跳得很快，但已經沒有呼吸。Oops. 十公尺外，沙里的跟蹤者拿出手機，撥打九九九，呼叫救護車。幾條街外就有一處消防站，而蓋斯醫院就在塔橋對面。跟很多生手一樣，他開始同情他的目標，即使他本來並不喜歡他，而看到那人癱倒在地上的景象，讓他大為震驚。What happened?心臟病發作？但他很年輕呀。 布萊恩和多米尼克在一家酒館會合，就在倫敦塔往上走的高處。他們選了一個座區，剛一坐下，就有一位女侍者走過來，問他們點什麼。 兩杯。多米尼克對她說。 我們有泰特雷史慕斯和約翰史密斯，親愛的。女侍者說道。 你喝哪一種？布萊恩反問。 John.史密斯，當然了。 那就來兩杯那種的。多米尼克說，他從女侍者手中接過菜單。 我還不確定是不是想吃東西，但先來杯啤酒倒是好主意。布萊恩說著，也接過菜單，他的雙手微微發抖。 再來根香菸，也許吧！多米尼克輕聲笑了起來。就像大部分的小孩子，他們兩人也曾經在高中學抽菸，但沒上癮就戒掉了。此外，店角落那台賣香菸的機器是木頭製的，對外國人來說，可能太複雜，難以操作。 Yes, that's right.布萊恩放棄了想抽菸的念頭。 啤酒送到的時候，他們聽到刺耳的救護車警笛聲從三條街外傳來。 How do you feel?多米尼克問他的哥哥。 有點兒發抖。 想想上週五的情況。這位聯邦調查局幹員向陸戰隊軍官如此建議。 我並沒說後悔這樣做，笨蛋。you think too much.你有引開跟蹤者的注意力嗎？ 有的，你下手的時候，他正看著我的眼睛。你的目標大約再往前走了二十呎才倒下。我沒看見他被刺後有任何反應。And you? 布萊恩搖搖頭。甚至連一聲噢也沒有，老弟。他喝了一口，這啤酒相當不錯。 是的，晃一晃，不要攪，○○七。 布萊恩忍不住大聲笑了出來。你這個混小子！He said. 好吧，我們從事的就是這一行，對嗎？