Chapter 20 Chapter Eighteen

The first to be discovered was Little Jack.At the time, he was just enjoying his coffee and donuts, and had already turned on his computer, scrolling first through the messages from the CIA and the NSA, and at the top of the pile of electronic messages was a message from the NSA. An urgent telegram was sent, reminding special attention to Uda.Bing.Friends of Shari, the CIA said, were reported by British sources as Shari collapsed from an apparent heart attack in central London.Attached to the CIA file was an urgent telegram from MI5, which said in terse English language that when he collapsed in the street, their fellow prisoner witnessed and urgently called for ambulance Car, sent him to Gass Hospital, where he was exhausted after arriving at the hospital.The body is now being autopsied, MI5 said.

In London, Special Branch Inspector Burt.Willow called Rosalie.Parker's apartment. Hello.she said in a charming and melodious voice. Rosalie, this is Detective Willow and we need you to come and meet us on the scene as soon as possible. I'm not available, Bert.There's a guest coming any minute.It will stay for about two hours.I can go straight there afterwards.Is this okay? On the phone, the detective took a deep breath, but no, it wasn't that urgent.If Shari died of drugs, which was the most likely cause he and his colleagues thought of, the drugs definitely did not come from Rosalie, who was neither a drug user nor a drug dealer.Judging by her all public schooling, she's certainly not stupid, and her job pays too well to take that risk.The girl even went to church occasionally, from her files.Well, Burt told her so.He was curious about how she would react to the news, but he didn't expect any important developments from her.

Great, bye!she said, and hung up the phone. At Gas Hospital, the body has been placed on an autopsy table.When the senior pathologist on duty walked in, the corpse had already been stripped of its clothes and was lying face up on a stainless steel dissecting table.The pathologist is Bo Xihua.Sir Nat, a distinguished physician and director of pathology at the hospital, was sixty years old.His assistant has drawn ○.One liter of blood was sent to the laboratory for testing.With so much blood drawn, it is considered full, but the laboratory is prepared to conduct many kinds of tests. Very well, the decedent, male, about twenty-five years of age Bring his ID and record his correct age, Maria.He spoke into a microphone hanging from the ceiling.This microphone is connected to a tape recorder.weight?He was asking a young resident doctor.

73.6 kg, 181 cm tall.The newly hired pathologist responded. There were no obvious injuries to the body, and visual inspection revealed a cardiovascular neurological accident.Why is this case so urgent, Richard?The body was still warm.No tattoos, no markings, etc.Lips are a bit blue.His informal conversations, of course, would be washed out of the tape, but a rush to dissect a body before it was cold was quite unusual. The police demanded it, sir.It seemed that he fell to the ground and died suddenly while being followed by law enforcement officers.This statement is not entirely true, but it is not far off.

Did you notice any pinhole marks?Pascal asked. No, sir, not at all. So, boy, what do you think? Richard.Gregory, a freshly admitted resident physician, shrugged his shoulders in his green surgeon gown as this was his first rotation in the pathology department.From the way he fell, it looked like a major heart attack, or a stroke, according to the police.Otherwise, it is related to drugs.He seemed to be in good health, and there was no trace of a pinhole, and it was not possible to see that it was related to the drug. Still too young to have a problem with blood clots.said the old doctor.To him the body was like a piece of meat in a market place, or a dead deer in Scotland, rather than the remains of a human being who had been alive even two or three hours before.Poor guy, bad luck.Looks like someone from the Middle East.The skin on the palm is smooth and there are no marks, so it should not be a working person, but the body looks quite strong.He lifted the corpse's eyelids.The eyeballs are dark brown and appear black from a distance, and the teeth look good, not much repaired.Looking at it as a whole, it is obvious that he is a young man who knows how to take care of himself, which is strange.Congenital heart defect, maybe?They had to cut open his chest to examine.Nat didn't mind doing it, it was just a routine part of autopsy work, and he'd long since forgotten the slightest bit of pathos involved in doing it, but it still made him sad to see a body so young , even if the cause of death was bizarre enough to interest him, perhaps to write a study for publication in the prestigious medical journal The Lancet, of which he had published several over the past thirty-six years .

During this period of time, his autopsy research report has saved hundreds, even thousands of living people, which is why he chose pathology.And, in this line of work, there is another advantage: you don't have to talk too much to your patients. Brian and Dominic take a taxi back to the hotel.As soon as he returned to the room, Brian turned on his laptop, connected to the Internet, and sent a short email, which was automatically converted into a password and sent. The whole time was only four minutes.He estimated that there would be a response from the park in about an hour, hoping that no one would wet their pants in fright, but that seemed impossible.Granger looked as if he could accomplish this task by himself, which was pretty tough for an old man.The training that Brian received in the Marine Corps back then allowed him to see how tough the opponent was in the opponent's eyes at a glance.Just like John.Wayne used to be the American football school team of Southern California, Eddie.Murphy was once eliminated by the recruiter of the Marine Corps, which is an eternal shame for the Marine Corps. He looks like a street bum, but he killed more than 300 enemies by himself; There will be cold eyes.

The two Caruso brothers suddenly felt unexpectedly lonely. They had just killed a man they didn't know, and hadn't even spoken to him.If you are in the park, it is very reasonable and understandable, but now, whether it is in physical distance or spiritually, the park is very far away.Anyway, the man they murdered, funded some bad guys, let them go on a killing spree in Shalosville, shooting women and children in cold blood, and while he facilitated this barbarity, he has allowed himself to violate both the law and general morality standard.Therefore, it was definitely not Mother Teresa's younger brother who was going to mass.

Again, this is much harder for Brian than for Dominic, so Dominic goes to the minibar, pulls out a can of beer, and tosses it to his brother. I know, Brian responded, he deserved it.That's how it goes Well, it's not like being in Afghanistan, you know? Yes, this time, we must do to them what they tried to do to us.It's not our fault, he's a badass.It's not our fault, he thinks killing people in the mall is as good as having sex.He deserved it.Maybe he never shot anyone, but he must have paid for those guns, no?Dominic asked in the most rational manner. I'm not going to light a candle for him, it's just shit, that's not what our civilized world is supposed to do.

What is the civilized world, old man?We let this guy go to God.If God is willing to forgive him, that is God's business.You know, some people think that anyone who wears a uniform is a mercenary killer, a child murderer, that's what it is. Well, that's all bullshit, Brian said dismissively, and my concern is, what if we become like them? Well, we can quit whenever we want, can't we?Moreover, they said that when they asked us to go out on a mission, they would tell us the reason.We will not become them, Aldo.I will not let this happen.Neither will you.So we can keep going, right?

I thought, yes.Brian took a swig of his beer, then took a gold pen from his coat pocket.He had to refill the venom.It took less than three minutes, and now, the pen is at it again.Then, he turned it back into a writing instrument and put it back in his pocket.I'm fine, Anzo.Killing someone in the street doesn't make anyone feel better.Still, I wondered, wouldn't it be okay if the man was arrested and questioned? Britain, like us, has a civil rights clause.If he asks for a lawyer, you know he has the right to do so, right?Before the lawyer comes, the police can't even question him, just like in our country.All he has to do is smile and keep his mouth shut, which is one of the bad things about civilization.This applies to criminals, I suppose, most criminals, but these guys aren't criminals.This is some kind of war, not street crime.That's the problem, and there's nothing you can do to scare a guy who's willing to sacrifice his life to get the job done.All you can do is stop him, and to stop such a person means stopping his heart.

Another gulp of beer.Yes, Anzo.I am fine.I'm wondering who will be our next target. Give them an hour to think about it.How about going out for a walk? no problem.Brian stood up.A minute later, they reappeared on the street. That's really a little too obvious.The BT minivan was gone, but the Ashton .Martin remained where he was.He'd love to know if the Brits would send a covert team to infiltrate the house and take some interesting items, but that black sports car looked really sexy. Want to buy it?Brian asked. It cannot be driven in our country, the position of the steering wheel is wrong.Dominique pointed out.But his brother was right, it was a sin to leave such a fine car unused.Berkeley Square is beautiful, but too small to do anything except let the little one crawl on the grass, get some fresh air, and get some sun.The house might also sell, and that would be a lot of money.The lawyer will take care of everything, after selling the house, take their dues first, and then give the rest to the family of the deceased.are you hungry? I can have something to eat.Brian said.So they went on, toward Piccadilly, and found a family named Prett. A．Manger's restaurant, serving sandwiches and cold drinks.A full forty minutes after leaving the hotel, they went back to the hotel and Brian turned on his computer again. The following message came from the park: the task has been completed and has been confirmed by local people. BA ○ 9431 flight seat confirmed. It will leave Heathrow Airport at 7:55 tomorrow morning and arrive in Munich at 10:45. The ticket is at the counter.Another page details the tasks. All right, said Brian.We have one more task. So fast?Dominique was amazed by the efficiency of the park. Brian didn't think so.I don't think they'll pay us to be tourists, man. You know, we need to get the twins out fast.Tom.Davis said. As long as they remain stealthy, there is no need for this.Handley replied. In case anyone sees them, or recognizes them, it's best not to have them around.You can't ask a ghost to ask questions, Davis pointed out, as long as the police can't find clues to follow, they won't pay much attention to the case.They can trace the passenger list of a certain flight, but if they trace the names of those people, assuming they do find the names, but it seems to be all right, then they can't trace any further.At best, if someone says they saw or didn't see a face, but that face seems to have evaporated and is never to be found, there's a good chance they'll be sure that the witness wasn't Unbelievable, and simply closed the case.Generally speaking, the police do not trust witnesses very much and rarely use them as evidence in criminal cases.Because the testimony of these witnesses is too variable and unreliable, it is difficult to be trusted in court. Well, we'll have to cut his chest open to see, Dr. Nutt pointed out, but that could have happened.Even with high cholesterol, he's still too young for a major cardiovascular blockage, don't you think? If I had to guess, sir, I'd say the intervals between the waves are too long, or the heartbeat is irregular.Neither of these maladies can be found on autopsy, but unfortunately, they are both fatal. correct.Gregory appeared to be a very bright young medical graduate and, like most of them, enthusiastic.Let's do it!Dr. Nat said.He reached for a large skin knife.Next, use a rib cutter.But he's pretty sure what's going to be found.The poor boy was determined to have died of a heart attack, probably from a sudden and unexplained arrhythmia.But no matter what caused it, it was like getting a bullet in the head, and it was fatal.Did the poison scan find nothing else? No, sir, nothing.Gray took out the inspection report printed out by the computer.The above is almost completely blank except for some reference values.From this point of view, there should be no problem. It's like listening to the World Cup on the radio, but without the colorful commercials.Someone from MI5 was eager to let the CIA know what had happened to the target, because the CIA seemed to be very interested in him.So, as soon as a message, no matter how small or trivial, is received, it is passed to the CIA and from there to Fort Meade, who monitors the global airwaves to see if there is any response from terrorist groups around the world. This indicates any interest.But the terrorist group's news service is apparently not as effective as its enemies would like. Hello, Detective Willow.Rosalie.Parker greeted her with her usual wanna fuck me smile.Although she makes love for a living, that doesn't mean she doesn't like it.Rolling in like a gust of wind, she sat down at Willow's desk with her visitor's badge pinned to her chest.Hello, the weather is so nice today, what can I do for you? Bad news, Miss Parker.Even if the other party is a whore, Bert.Willow is still dignified and courteous, your friend Uda.Bing.Shari is dead. What?Her eyes widened in shock. What happened? We are not sure.He suddenly passed out on the street, across the street from his office, apparently having a heart attack. real?Rosalie was taken aback, but he seemed healthy and never showed any signs of being amiss.I mean, like last night. Yes, I saw it in the file, Willow replied, did you know he was on any kind of drug? No, never.He drank occasionally, but even then not much. In Willow's eyes, she was shocked and quite surprised, but there was no sign of tears in her eyes.No, to her, Shari was just a guest, a source of income, and maybe a little more.The poor guy might have other ideas.If so, then he is doubly unlucky.But that's not what Willow should care about, is it? Was anything different the last time you met?the detective asked. No, nothing particularly strange.He's horny, but, you know, I had a client die on me a few years ago I mean, he ejaculated and died right away, as they say.That was really bad, the kind of thing you never forget.Therefore, I will pay attention to the situation of the guests in the future, and I never want anyone to die on me.I'm not a savage, you know, and I do have a soft heart too.She assures the detective. Ha, not your friend Shari, Willow thought, but didn't say it.I get it, so, he was totally fine last night? It's completely normal, there's nothing wrong with it.She paused, adjusting her posture.Better to act as if she was sad, lest he think she was a bloodless and tearless robot.This is terrible news.He was very generous and always courteous.Really feel sorry for him. I feel sorry for you too.Willow said sympathetically.After all, she had just lost a large source of income. Oh yes, oh yes, feel sorry for me too, dear.she says.She finally caught up with the news schedule.But she doesn't want to fool the detective with tears and waste time, he'll see right through.I really feel sorry for Shali, I will never receive any gifts from him again.Of course, she will find other guests.Her world will not end here, only his world will end, that is his bad luck, although she has also been affected, but she will recover. Miss Parker, did he ever mention his business activities to you? Mostly he talks about real estate, you know, buying and selling these luxury homes.He once took me to see a house he had bought on the West Side and said he wanted my paint advice on that house, but I figured he just wanted me to know how important he was. Have you met his friends? Not more than three, maybe four, I think, all Arabs, mostly his age, maybe five years older, but not more than five.They all stared at me, but no business was negotiated.This surprised me.Arabs are horny, but they are generous when they pay girls.In your opinion, he may be involved in illegal activities?she asked carefully. It is possible.Willow replied. Never saw any sign of that, my dear.If he associates with bad guys, it must be completely against my back.Would love to help you, but really have nothing to say.She seemed sincere to the detective, but he reminded himself that a whore of this class would be inferior to a master of disguise when it came to pretending. ok thank you for coming.If you think of anything and anything, you can remember to give me a call. I will, dear.She stood up, smiled, and walked out the door.Very nice guy, this Detective Willow.Unfortunately, he can't afford to support her. Burt.Willow has returned to his computer and typed out the interview report.Miss Parker seemed like a really nice girl, well-bred, and very pleasant.Part of it might be learned from her trade, but maybe part of it is just her true nature.If so, he hoped that she could find a good job, lest her good nature be completely destroyed.Willow is romantic, and this could one day be a stumbling block for him at work.He was very clear, but did not change his desire for work, like her.Fifteen minutes later, he e-mailed the report to Thames House, printed it out, and put it in Uda.Bing.In Shali's file, the last file will be sent to the Central Records Office, where the part of the closed case will be stored, and may never be mentioned again. I told you already.Little Jack told his colleagues in the same office. Good, then you can give yourself a pat on the back, Wells replied, so, are you going to tell me, or do I have to call up the file? Uda.Bing.Shari collapsed dead, apparently of a heart attack.The MI5 officers who followed him saw nothing unusual, other than seeing the guy collapsed in the street.Hey, Shari can no longer fund those bad guys. How do you feel about this?Wells asked. I feel great, Tony.He hangs out with the bad kids and strays into the wrong play area on the East Side.Little Jack said coldly.I'd love to know, how did they do it?He thought silently in his heart.Our people sent him to heaven, don't you think? Not our department, we just provide intelligence to other departments.How they use this information is none of our business and cannot be guessed. Yes, sir.That's how it started.Looks like today is going to be pretty boring all day. Muhammad got the news from the computer; in fact, he received a coded letter telling him to call a man named Ayman.Galami's contact person, whose phone number he had memorized earlier.Now, he went outside the hotel.It is not safe to use a hotel phone.On the street, he walked to a park, found a chair and sat down, holding a notebook and a pen. Ayman, I'm Muhammad, what's the matter? Shari is dead.The liaison reports somewhat out of breath. What happened?asked Muhammad. We are not sure, he passed out near his office and was taken to the nearest hospital where he died.The other party answered in this way. Wasn't he arrested and killed by the Jews? No, there is no such report. So it was a natural death? That seems to be the case at the moment. I don't know if he sent the money over before he passed away?Muhammad thought. I see.In fact, he didn't understand, but he had to say something, and he couldn't be silent.So, no reason to suspect murder? So far it seems so, no conspiracy.But when one of us dies, it always Yes, I know, Ayman.We are always so skeptical.Does his father know? It was from him that I learned about it. His father was probably happy to finally get rid of this money-spinner, Muhammad thought.Who can we ask for his cause of death? Ahmed.Muhammad.Hamidi.Ali lives in London.Maybe through a lawyer. good idea.Just do it.Muhammad paused, did someone tell the Grand Duke? No, I don't think it's necessary. Go ahead and tell him.It's a trifle, but even so, he should know all about it. I will.Ayman assured. Great, so that's it.Mohammed pressed the stop call button on his phone. He had now returned to Vienna.He likes this city.One of the reasons is that the Jewish people were treated well in the past, and many Viennese are still trying to suppress their remorse.Another reason, it's a great place for rich people to enjoy.There are fine dining restaurants where the staff know they should improve their lives with their professional service.The former imperial city has plenty of cultural stories to share when he just wants to be a tourist, and he has done so more than once.Muhammad discovered that he could think best when he looked at something that wasn't important to his work.Today, he'll visit an art museum, maybe.Now, he let Ayman do those trivial things.Lawyers in London will go after all kinds of information related to Shali's death. If they are good lawyers, they may find out something.But sometimes, people just die.Everything is manipulated in the hands of Allah, mortals do not understand, and can never be predicted. Maybe not so boring.After lunch, the NSA crossed over with some new information.Little Jack made some calculations in his mind and decided to stay and work overtime this evening.Those electronic geniuses in Italy, that is, those federal police in rather flashy uniforms, intercepted some electronic communications, transmitted them to the American embassy in Rome, and immediately sent them to the satellite, and then transmitted them to Beibei, the main receiving station on the East Coast of the United States. Voorburg.A man named Mohammad called a man named Ayman; they had learned their names from a tape of their telephone conversation, which also mentioned Udah al-Aman.Bing.Shali's death, the name immediately sounded electronic alarms on many computer hosts, alerting the attention of telecommunications intelligence analysts, and at the same time aroused the vigilance of embassy intelligence personnel. Has anyone told the Grand Duke?Who is the Grand Duke?asked little Jack. That's a title of nobility, like a duke, Will replied, what is it about? it's here.Little Jack handed over the printed telegram. This looks very interesting.Wells turned and looked up the Grand Duke on his computer, only to get one reference.According to this, it's a name or title that came up about a year ago in a recording of a conversation that wasn't clear and didn't lead to significant results.The CIA believes that this may be the code name of a middle-level killer in their organization. Judging from the content of this conversation, I think it is much bigger.cried little Jack. Perhaps, Wells agrees, there's a lot we don't know about these people.Someone in the CIA might think this guy was in some sort of watchdog position.I would judge so too.He came to that conclusion, but not with great confidence. Does anyone here understand Arabic? There are two people who speak Arabic, learned it in the Monterey school, but no experts in Arabic culture, no. I think it's worth having an expert take a look at it. Well, write a report and see what they think.The CIA has a group of experts who can read other people's minds, and some of them are quite good. Muhammad is the most senior person in this organization that we know of.But here he was referring to someone higher than himself.This must be checked clearly.Little Jack said emphatically. Wells knew in his heart that his colleague was right, but he also realized the biggest problem in the current intelligence circle.Too much intelligence and too little time to analyze.The best thing to do is ask the CIA pretending to be the NSA, and ask the NSA pretending to be the CIA, and ask them what they think about the problem.But they do so with extreme care.There are millions of requests for information every day. Due to the huge number, they never check. After all, the communication between these two units is already extremely secure, isn't it?But if an analyst asks for an opinion, it can easily cause the other party to call, so you have to give the other party a phone number and someone to answer the phone.That would lead to identity exposure, and this was the most unbearable consequence of the park.So queries like this can only be made by the people on the top floor.Maybe twice a year.The campus is a parasite in the body of the intelligence circle.The mouth of this creature is not used for talking, but for swallowing food. Write down your thoughts and present them to Rick.Bell, he'll discuss it with the senators.Wells suggested so. great.Little Jack grumbled a little.He has not yet learned to be patient.To make matters worse, he hasn't learned enough about bureaucracy.Even in the park, there are such problems.The funny thing is, if he was a mid-level analyst in the CIA, he could just pick up the phone, dial a number, talk to some appropriate expert, get his opinion or something like that.But this is not the CIA.The CIA is actually really good at collecting and processing intelligence data.Being able to get things done efficiently, however, confuses government agencies.Little Jack wrote down his request and reasons, not knowing what to expect. After the Grand Duke heard the news, he was very calm.Shari is a useful minion, but not an important one.The Grand Duke himself has many sources of money to support his actions.He was tall for his race, not particularly handsome, with a Semitic nose and olive complexion.His family was quite distinguished and extremely wealthy, but most of the money was controlled by his nine older brothers.The Grand Duke's own home in Riyadh is large and comfortable, but not a palace.There are many princes and nobles in the royal family, all claiming to be the king of this land and the protector of the holy place.Although he is very familiar with every member of the royal family, he also looks down on these people at the same time, but he buries this emotion deep in his heart. When young, the Grand Duke was more able to express his emotions clearly.He was introduced to Islam (Islam) in his teens, inspired by an ultra-conservative cleric who got himself into trouble for his outrageous remarks but also attracted many followers and savvy students.The Grand Duke is the smartest of the bunch.He himself, like the priest, articulated his religious views, and was sent by his family to England to be educated, so that he could actually leave his country.But in the UK, in addition to studying general courses, he also came into contact with something completely unfamiliar to him in China: freedom of speech and expression.In London, the most notable is the corner of Hyde Park, which is a place for the British people to vent their dissatisfaction. It has become a tradition for hundreds of years. A safety valve that just spews some questionable ideas into the air that don't take shape anywhere.If he goes to the United States, he may make radical remarks in the newspapers.But what astonished him, as much as a spaceship from Mars to Earth, was that ordinary people could challenge the government with any word they liked.He grew up in the last totalitarian monarchy in the world. Every inch of land in the country belongs to the king, and the law is what the king says, as long as it does not violate the Koran and Sharia (Sharia) on the surface or in substance; Sharia is Islam. legal tradition going back as far as the Prophet himself.These laws are fair, or at least consistent, but harsh.The problem is, not everyone interprets Quranic verses the same way.As a result, there is disagreement about how Sharia should be applied in the real world.Unlike other religions, Islam has no pope, no real supreme philosophical interpretive body to explain its teachings, so there is no cohesive standard for how the teachings apply in real life.Regarding this issue, Shiites and Sunnis (Orthodox) always have different opinions. Even the extreme Wahhabi sect in Sunnis is the main sect in Saudi Arabia, and it pursues an extremely strict belief system.But for the Grand Duke, this obvious Islamic weakness was the most useful quality.You just have to fit a few people into one's unique belief system, and that's fairly easy, without having to find those people yourself.They identify themselves, even to the point of public self-declaration.Most of them were educated in Europe or the United States. In these areas, because of their foreign status, they are forced to unite closely together, just to maintain a comfortable rational space for self-awareness.Therefore, they were based on an outsider, which led to a revolutionary quality in many of them.This is especially useful because in the process, they'll gain knowledge of the enemy's culture, which can be very useful in figuring out the enemy's weaknesses.The religious conversion of these people was predetermined, and indeed it was.After the change, the next thing to do is to identify their hated target, the person responsible for their youthful grievances; Can cause their excitement, as well as their distortion of the real world. In the end, the Grand Duke and his staff called him the new Mahdi, the ultimate arbiter of the global Islamic movement.He plans to settle disputes between the various sects of Islam, for example, Shiites versus Sunnis, with a thorough jurisprudence.Even his enemies respect him.Moreover, after all, although Christianity has more than a hundred different sects, didn't they all roughly resolve their disputes in the end?He could even ask himself to tolerate the Jews, but that would not happen until a few years later, after he had secured the highest position of Islamic power, probably in a palace outside of Mecca, in keeping with humanity.Humanity is the most useful virtue for leaders of religious movements. As Thucydides, an ancient Greek polytheist who preceded the prophets of Islam, said, of all the declared powers, the most impressive is self-control. This is the highest priority, is what he wants to achieve.It takes time and patience, and it's hard to guarantee success.Unfortunately for him, he had to rely on these zealots, each of whom had brains and therefore strong opinions.It is possible for such a person to betray him and try to replace him with their own religious ideals.They may even believe in their own conception that they may be true zealots, like the Prophet Muhammad, but Muhammad, bless him and rest in peace, he is the most exalted man who ever waged a worthy battle against the idolatrous pagans, And the battles he waged himself were mainly among Muslims.Was he, then, an honorable man himself?Difficult question to answer.But shouldn't Islam be introduced into the current world instead of being static and static?Does Allah want His disciples to be prisoners of the seventh century?of course not.Islam was once the center of human learning, a religion of progress and learning, but unfortunately it lost its way in the hands of the Great Khan, and then was oppressed by Western pagans.The Grand Duke sincerely believed in the verses of the Koran and the teachings of the priests, but he did not lose sight of the world around him.Nor does he lose sight of the facts of human existence.People in power cling to power, which has little to do with religion, because power itself is addictive.人們如果想要進步，就需要追隨某種理想，最好是追隨某人。歐洲人和美國人了解的自由概念太過混亂這也是他在海德公園中學到的，必須要有秩序。他就是提供這種秩序的人。 所以，烏達．Bing.沙里死了，他喝了一口果汁，在心裡想著。對沙里自己來說，這真的很不幸，但對整個組織來說，只是小事一樁。組織能夠動用的錢，如果不能說是多得像大海，那至少也是好幾個很大的大湖，沙里提供的只是一個很小的湖。這好像是在桌上打翻一杯果汁，但很慶幸地，果汁並沒有弄髒桌子下面的地毯。他沒有必要採取行動，即使是透過別人進行。 阿邁德，這是很令人難過的消息，但對我們來說，並不是很重要。沒有必要採取任何行動。 一切遵照你的指示。阿邁德．穆薩．馬塔瓦菲尊敬地回答。他關掉電話。這是一具使用複製晶片卡的王八機，是從一個街頭小偷那兒買來的，目的只是為了打這一通電話。他把它丟進聖天使橋下的臺伯河。這是和組織的偉大領袖談話後的標準安全措施，他的身分只有少數幾個人知道，而這些人全都是最虔誠的信徒。 在組織的高階層，安全措施相當緊密。他們全都研讀過各國情報人員的各種安全手冊。最好的一本是從一位前蘇聯國安會官員那兒買來的，據說，他賣出這本手冊後就遇害身亡。手冊的規定既簡單又明白，他們完全照著做，一點也沒改。其他人都很不小心，而他們也全都因為自己的愚蠢而付出了代價。前蘇聯是可恨的敵人，但它的手下卻從來都不是傻瓜。只是不信真主而已。美國大撒旦幫了全世界一個大忙，因為它毀掉了那個國家的一些畸型產物。他們這樣做，只是為了自身的利益，當然，但這也一定是真主一手操控的，因為這也符合忠實信徒的利益，還有誰能夠比真主本人更善於謀略呢？