Chapter 21 Chapter 19 Beer and Murder

The flight to Munich was extremely smooth.German customs were strict but efficient, and a Mercedes taxi took them to the Bavarian Hotel. Their target this time is a man named Anas.Ali.The man from Eitef, an Egyptian, studied engineering but is not currently engaged in a related industry.About five feet nine inches tall, one hundred and forty-five pounds, beardless.Black hair, dark brown eyes, good at unarmed combat, also proficient in firearms.He was the messenger of the other party, and he was also responsible for recruiting personnel. It is certain that one of the people he recruited was shot dead in Demon City, Iowa.They have an address and a photo on their laptop.He drives an Audi TT sports car, iron gray.They even have his license plate number.The problem is, he and a man named Chu Dai.The German women of Heinz live together and love each other.There is also a picture of her.Not pretty like a fashion model, but no mean brunette, blue-eyed, 5ft 3in, 120lbs, with a lovely smile.It's a pity, Dominique thought, she had a problem with taste in men, but that wasn't something he should worry about.

Annas regularly goes to worship at a mosque in Munich, which is conveniently located just one street from the apartment building where he lives.After checking into the hotel and changing their clothes, Dominic and Brian took a taxi to the location and found a very nice tavern and restaurant with some seats outside, where you can sit and watch the surrounding landscape. Do Europeans like to sit on the sidewalk and eat?Brian was curious. It might be easier than going to the zoo.Dominique said. The four-story apartment building looked like a concrete block with a weird barn-shaped roof.The whole building is extremely clean, which is normal though, as everything in Germany is as clean as a hospital operating room, but this rarely draws criticism.Even the cars here are not as dirty as in America.

What do you two want?the waiter came to the table and asked. Two glasses of stout, please.The German used by Dominic to answer is already one-third of the vocabulary he learned in high school.The next thing to do may be to ask, where is the men's room, which is the most useful word in any language. American, right?the waiter asked. Is my accent that bad?Dominic asked with a smile. Your accent doesn't sound Bavarian, and you dress like an American, said the waiter seriously.Seriously like saying the sky is blue. Well, then two stouts, if you please, sir. Two glasses of stout, here you go!said the man.Then quickly walked into the house.

I think we just learned a little lesson, Anzo.Brian said. As soon as you have time, go shopping for some local clothes.Everyone's eyes are full of discernment.Dominique agrees with him.Are you hungry? I can eat a little. Ok, let's see if they have an English menu first. That must be the mosque that our friends often go to, one street away from here, just below, see?Brian pointed secretly. So, he might be headed in that direction? It seems so, buddy. There's no timetable for this, is there? They didn't tell us how to do it, just what to do, that's what the man said.Brian reminded his brother.

great!Dominique said.Beer is also delivered at this time.The waiter seemed efficient.Thank you, man.Do you have an English menu? Of course there is, sir.He pulled it out of his apron pocket immediately, as if by magic. Very well, thank you, sir. He must have gone to waiter college.Wait until the man walks away again, Brian said, but it's best to wait until after you've been to Italy to judge.The waiters there are like artists.The last time I was in Florence, they seemed to be able to read my mind and know what I was thinking.He probably got his Ph.D. at Waiters University. There is no indoor parking in that building, the parking lot may be in the back.Dominic returned to the topic.

Is the Audi TT a good car, Anzo? That's a German car.The cars they make here are pretty good, man.Audi isn't a Mercedes, but it isn't a Yugoslav car either.I've only seen it in car magazines, but I know what it looks like, curvaceous, streamlined, fast.Could be really fast, especially on their highway here.Driving in Germany is like racing an Indy 500, everyone says so.I haven't seen a German drive a slow car yet. Makes sense.Brian looked at the menu and said.Of course, the names of the dishes are all in German, but there are translations into English.It seems that this is for the British, not the Americans.They still have a NATO base here, perhaps to guard against France, not Russia, Dominique couldn't help laughing at the thought.Historically, though, Germany has never needed help from that side.

Have you two decided what to order?The waiter suddenly and silently reappeared and asked. First of all, what's your name?Dominic asked. Emile, Izzy.Hayes.emir. Thank you, I'd like to have beef stew and potato salad. Then, it was Brian's turn.I want pork sausage.Can I ask a question? sure.Amir replied. Is that building down the street a mosque?Brian asked, pointing in that direction. Yes, that is. Wouldn't that be weird?Brian asked. There are many workers from Turkey in Germany, and they are all Muslims.They don't eat pork sausage, and they don't drink beer.They don't get on well with us Germans, but what can we do?The waiter shrugged, showing a slightly displeased expression.

Thank you, Emil.Brian said.Amir hurried back to the restaurant again. what does that mean?Dominic felt a little strange. The Germans don't like the Turks very much, but they don't know what to do with them either.This is a democracy, just like us.Therefore, Germans still have to treat Turks very politely.Ordinary Germans on the street would not be too enthusiastic about their foreign labor clients, but they wouldn't cause real trouble either, just a little dispute or something.Like fighting in a bar, I was told.So, I guess, these Turks have learned to drink beer. How do you know these things?Dominic was a little surprised.

In Afghanistan, there was a German unit.We are neighbors I mean the barracks I spoke to their officers. Are they okay? They're the German army, my brother, and they're professional soldiers, not just soldiers.Yep, they're fine.Brian assured him.It was a scouting force.Their physical training is as strict as ours, they know the mountain conditions very well, and their basic training is very solid.Their non-commissioned officers are as good as thieves, and they often exchange hats, badges, etc. with others.They also offer beer and stuff, so it's pretty popular.You also know, their beer is pretty good.

Like the British play the ukulele, beer is like a religion in Europe, and everyone goes to church. At this time, Amir appeared with lunch, and the two looked at it and thought it looked pretty good.But the two of them kept looking at the apartment. This potato salad is delicious, Aldo.Dominique said after a few bites, I've never had a salad like this.Lots of vinegar and sugar for a crunchy bite. Italian food is not the only food. When we go back, we should find a German restaurant. knew.Look, look, Anzo. What appeared was not their target, but his girlfriend Chu Dai.Heinz, looks exactly like the photo in their computer.At this time, she was coming out of the apartment.She was good-looking enough to make a man turn his head, but not a movie star.Her hair was blond at one point, but changed in her teens, which can be seen in her appearance.Beautiful legs and a great figure; it's a pity that she's hanging out with a terrorist.Maybe he picked her up to hide his identity, or even better, there might be some other benefits.Unless it's just platonic love for the two to live together, but that doesn't seem likely.Both Americans were guessing how he treated her, but they couldn't guess anything from the way she walked.She walked across the street, but continued past the mosque, so she wasn't going there now.

I was thinking if he goes to the mosque we can intercept him when he comes out.There will be a lot of strangers there, you know?Brian said. Not a bad idea.We can see this afternoon, is this guy very religious, and the state of the crowd at the scene. It's worth a try, Dominique replied, first, we'd finish eating, then we'd go shopping for some clothes so we could blend in more easily. Got it, Brian replied.He checked the time: two o'clock in the afternoon.It's eight o'clock in the morning in America.It's only an hour away from London, so there won't be any jet lag issues. Little Jack entered the office earlier than usual. He knew that there was an operation going on in Europe, which aroused his great interest. He wanted to know what the content of today's telegram would be. It turned out to be quite ordinary, except for some more information about Shali's death.Sure enough, MI5 reported to the CIA that his death had apparently been caused by a heart attack, possibly caused by a sudden and severe cardiac arrhythmia.That is what the official autopsy report says, and his remains have been delivered to a law firm representing his family, and arrangements are being made to fly him back to Saudi Arabia.London sent a team of secret agents to search his house but found nothing interesting.Including the computer in his office, all the hard files on it have been copied and handed over to computer professionals to check bit by bit, no detail is missed. It's going to take a long time, little Jack knows.The information hidden in the computer can be found technically, but in theory, it seems that the stones of the Giza Pyramid must be removed one by one to find out what is hidden inside.If Shari is smart enough to hide things in hard locations that only he knows, or code them into codes that only he can decipher, well, that's going to be hard.Is he that smart?Probably not, thought Little Jack, but you can't take things at face value.It will take at least a week, that's for sure.If the little bastard knew anything about passwords and codes, it might take a month.But just finding out the hidden information can only prove that he is a real participant, not just a bystander, but it will never discover the secret hidden in his head when he died. Hi, little Jack.Wells walks in and says hello. Good morning, Tony. Glad to see you are so enthusiastic.Did they discover anything new about our dead friend? not much.They're going to bring the coffin back today, probably, the autopsy report said it was a heart attack.Therefore, our people deal with it very cleanly. Islam stipulates that the corpse should be buried in the ground as soon as possible, and no marks should be made on the grave.So once the body is buried, it's all over.No more being dug up to check for drug residue. So, we really did it?What are we using? Little Jack, I don't know, and I don't want to know what we have to do with his sudden death, and if there is, I have no desire to find out.You shouldn't do that either, okay? Tony, how can you be in this business without being curious?Little Jack asked. You will soon find that some things are not good to know, and you will also find that it is best not to ask about such things.Wells explained. Oh heh.Little Jack responded a little skeptically.You're right, but I'm too young to ignore you, but he didn't say it.Tony did a good job at his job, but he lived in his own circle and seemed to box himself up.Shali is also packed in a box now, Little Jack thought, that is not a good thing.Really, we did finish him off.How it was done, he did not know.He could have asked his mother to see what drugs or chemicals might do the job, but no, he couldn't.She would tell Dad, and old Jack would wonder how his son could ask such a question, and even guess the answer.So, no, this won't work.Don't even think about it. After reading the emails of the official government report on Shari's death, Jack Jr. started looking at other interesting electronic messages intercepted by the NSA. In daily correspondence, no one mentioned the Grand Duke anymore.This name is so short-lived, and the one mentioned before is only the one that Wells found.Likewise, Jr. was disappointed but not surprised that his request to search Fort Meade and the CIA for global electronic communications records had not yet been approved by the people upstairs.Even a park has things it can't do.He understood that the people upstairs were very reluctant to do this, so as not to be questioned by someone who made such a request, and if they could not get an answer, the other party might pursue it further.But there are thousands of requests like this coming back and forth every day, adding one more, it shouldn't attract attention, right?However, he still decided not to ask.He's just getting started in the business, and there's no reason why he's being labeled a troublemaker so quickly.But he still directed his computer to search for all new telegrams to find out if anyone mentioned the Grand Duke again, and if he found one, he would record it and be more forceful the next time he called for a special inquiry Evidence for the next time if any. In his view, however, a title like this should identify a particular person, even though the CIA's only conclusion on the intelligence was that it was probably a family joke.The research came from a senior CIA analyst, someone so respected in the field that his judgment could not be questioned.The purpose of the park was to correct the mistakes or shortcomings of the CIA, but because of its small manpower, it was forced to accept many ideas from an agency that was considered to be incompetent.It didn't make sense, but Handley didn't ask him when he set up the agency, so he can only assume that the senior people in the place know how to deal with such problems.But like Mike.Bryannon mentioned to him the spirit of the police in handling cases, and the unfounded determination is the main reason for screwing up everything.This is also a well-known motto of the FBI.Everyone makes mistakes, and the size of each mistake is directly proportional to the seniority of the person who made the mistake.But this is the kind of person who least likes to be reminded of this universal truth.Yes, no one has that kind of generosity. They bought clothes and picked them straight off the hangers.This is actually similar to the clothes they bought in the United States, but although there are only slight differences, their appearance is completely different when they are matched together.They also bought shoes to match the clothes.After returning to the hotel and changing their clothes, they went out on the street again. As a result, they passed.Because on the street, a German woman stopped Brian and asked him where Hauptbahnhoff was.Brian had to answer in English, he was a tourist, and the German woman backed away with an embarrassed smile on her face and bumped into someone else. She asked about Grand Central Station.Dominique explained. That being the case, why didn't she take a taxi?asked Brian. Not everything is so perfect in our world, Aldo, but now you really look like a good German.If anyone asks you again, just answer: Ich bin em Auslander, that's it.That means: I am a foreigner.You can save a lot of trouble.Back then, they'd ask you questions in better English than you'd hear in New York. hey voila!Brian pointed to the gold M-shaped McDonald's logo.It was a more welcome sight to them than the star-spangled flag flying over the American consulate, even if they didn't want to go in and eat, because the local food was good enough.In the evening, after they returned to the Bavarian Hotel, they really went to enjoy such delicacies. Well, they are currently in Munich. They have found the target's apartment and the mosque he frequents, but they haven't seen the target yet. Granger reported to Handley, but they have seen his girlfriend. So things are going well? No complaints so far.Our friend was not noticed by the German police.Their counterintelligence knew who this man was, but hadn't had any surveillance on him yet.There is something wrong with Muslims in Germany, and some of them have been monitored because of that, but this guy has not been detected by the counterintelligence radar, and the CIA has not tracked down this guy.Their relationship with Germany is not very harmonious at present. This is good news, but also bad news! That's right.Granger nodded. They couldn't provide us with information, but we didn't have to worry about what to do with the guards.The Germans are hilarious and pretty safe as long as you keep things clean and organized.If you cross the line, they make your life miserable.Historically, their police have been pretty good, but their intelligence officers have not been that great.Their intelligence units had been thoroughly infiltrated by the intelligence agencies of the former Soviet Union and East Germany, and they have not yet completely shaken off such influence. Will they have bad cops? rare.Their culture takes the law too seriously for anyone to do that.They have brought up very honest citizens, all of them well-behaved, which has a very bad effect on secret intelligence operations, making them often wrong.You know, I bet the average German even pays their taxes on time and in full. But their bankers are good at making waves in international markets.Handley objected. Yes, that's true, maybe that's because international bankers are less aware of that, they don't really agree that they owe their allegiance to a country.Granger replied, pushing his argument a little further. Lenin once said that the only country a capitalist knows is the land on which he stands when he makes a deal.Some people really do.Handley admitted, oh, have you seen this?He handed him the application that had been delivered downstairs.The application called for a search for a person known as the Grand Duke. The action director read the contents of the application and handed it back.His reasons and evidence are not sufficient. Handley nodded.I know, that's why I dismissed his application.But, you know, he found it intuitively, and he knew how to ask questions. This kid is very smart. Yes, he is very smart.That's why I asked Rick to arrange for him to share an office with Wells as both his roommate and his trainer.Tony is very smart, but he has relatively little contact with the outside world.Therefore, little Jack can learn some skills in this line of work, and at the same time learn to know the limitations of this line of work.We'll see if he loses confidence because of this.If this kid stays with us, he's in the right place. Do you think he has his father's potential?Granger asked.Jack Sr. had been the best analyst in the CIA before he went on to bigger things. I thought, he might have the talent, yes.Anyway, the Archduke incident reminded me that, basically, this might be a good idea for him.We don't know how each other's organizations work.Out there, it's Darwin's world of natural selection, Sam.The bad guys learned from their past and got smarter, at a great cost to us.They won't reveal their identities, allowing us to eliminate them one by one.Nor would they want to cast themselves as TV stars.Although that can satisfy vanity, it is extremely dangerous.Herds of antelope in the African savannah don't run to lions by themselves. That's right!Granger agreed with him, and reflected on how his predecessors in the 9th U.S. Cavalry had fought against the loud and unruly Indians for years.Some things haven't changed much over time.The problem, Gray, is that we can only speculate right now about how their organization works.Guessing is not knowledge. So tell me, what do you think?Handley ordered. Its leader has only two possibilities: a person, or a committee?We don't know now, nor can we know.Its grassroots shooters: We can take out as many people as we want, but it's like mowing grass.You cut the grass and it grows, cut it again and it grows again, forever and ever.If you want to kill a snake, the best thing you can do is cut off its head.Yes, great, we all know these things.The hard part is figuring out their head, because it's a virtual head.Whether it's one person, or a group of people, they actually operate a lot like us, Gray.This is also the reason why we adopted the strategy of scaring the grass and scaring the snake this time, to see what can be forced out.And, here at the CIA, at Fort Meade, we have an army of analysts waiting to notice the outcome of this operation. A weary sigh.Yes Sam, I know.Perhaps, we will force something out this time.But patience is the mother of success.The other side is probably elated right now, glad they managed to hit us and kill our women and children No one likes this, Gray, but even God took seven days to make the world, remember? Are you preaching to me?Handley asked with narrowed eyes. Oh, an eye for an eye, I can take that, mate, but it will take a while to find the eye.We have to be a little patient. You know, when old Jack talked to me about the need for a place like this, I was stupid enough to think that if I just got authorized to do it, it would solve the problem faster. We can outrun the government, but we're not the all-powerful unit of the TV show Fight the Devil.Hey, listen, the operations department is just getting started.We only succeeded once.After three more successful attacks, we can expect the opponent's reaction.Be patient, Gray. Yes, of course.Handley didn't say anything more. You know, one more thing. What's the matter, little Jack?Wells asked. It would be even better if we could know what the current operations are.This allows us to be more efficient when we focus on tracking data. That's called division of labor. That's nonsense, and Little Jack immediately fought back. Since we are on the same team, we should be able to help.A lot of information that seems to be unrelated, if you know more background, you may find that they are actually related.Tony, this whole building should be one unit, right?If it is divided into several departments like the CIA, it will not help to complete the task, or is there something else that I don't know? I see what you mean, but that's not how our system works. Well, I know you're going to say this, but how can we fix the mistakes the CIA made earlier if we just copy them all?Little Jack asked. There is no ready answer to satisfy the questioner, is there?Wells asked himself.Not really, and besides, the kid is progressing too fast.What exactly did he learn in the White House?What is certain is that he must have asked many questions, and listened to all the answers, and even thought about them. I hate to say it, little Jack, but I'm just your trainer, not the big boss here. Yes, I know, sorry.I guess, I'm used to my dad's ability to push the action. Well, at least, I think so.But not him, I know, not always.Perhaps, impatience is a characteristic of our family.It must have been, because his mother was a surgeon and was used to solving problems at her own pace, as she was now.Sitting at a workstation, it's hard to make decisive decisions, and his father probably had to learn that lesson, especially when America was constantly under threat from a truly terrible enemy.These terrorists can attack occasionally, but they can't do serious structural damage to the United States, even if they tried once in Denver.These guys are like swarms of insects, not like vampire bats. But mosquitoes spread yellow fever, don't they? An overhead crane lifts a container off a container ship and lowers it onto a waiting trailer in the Greek port city of Pirias, south of Munich.Once the container was secured, the trailer was pulled out of the port by a Volvo container truck, bypassing Athens and heading north towards the Greek mountains.It was stated on the invoice that the container was to be sent to Vienna. The trip was long and did not rest on the way, all on well-equipped highways. The goods in the container were coffee from Colombia.The port security personnel did not think to inspect the container because all the bills of lading were in place, well organized, and all checked by barcode scanning. But at the destination, there are already many men waiting to process the shipment that does not intend to add sugar or creamer.A lot of people had to be mobilized to break this metric ton of cocaine into small packages, but they have a large one-story warehouse they recently bought that was perfect for the job and then separated by carts Ships all over Europe.After the establishment of the European Union, the borders between European countries have been abolished, making it easier for them to transport.The arrival of this batch of goods not only means that the promise of business cooperation has been fulfilled, but also guarantees that a large sum of money will be pocketed soon.This whole process took place in the dark, with most Europeans fast asleep, including those who were about to take advantage of the illicit cargo, which could be off their hands as long as they could find street dealers. At 9:30 the next morning, they finally saw their target.At the time, they were having a leisurely breakfast at another restaurant.The restaurant was half a block from the shop that employed their friend Emile.Annas.Ali.Etfu appeared on the street and came within twenty feet of the twins.They were enjoying a breakfast of fruit biscuits and coffee, along with twenty or so other guests.Etfu didn't notice that someone was watching him, his eyes were looking forward, and he didn't look around like a trained intelligence officer.Obviously, he felt safe, which was great. That's who we're looking for.Brian was the first to see, he said.Like Shari, the man had no particular markings on him, but he was exactly the same as the photo, and he just walked out of the apartment building.He had a distinctive beard, impossible to mistake, and was well dressed.Apart from the color of his skin and his beard, he would probably pass for German.He walked to the end of the street and boarded a downtown tram, destination unknown but heading east. Guess what, Dominique asked his brother. Going out to have breakfast with a friend, or plotting how to attack Western pagans is hard to guess, buddy. Yes, it would be nice to get a good feel for this guy, but we're not here to investigate, are we?The guy absorbed at least one gunman.He put himself on our death list, Aldo. Got it, buddy.Brian agrees.His mind is set.Now for him, Anas.Ali.Etfu is just a face and an ass about to get stabbed with his magic pen.When the time comes, the person is going to talk to God, but that's not their concern right now. If this was an FBI operation, a group would have infiltrated his apartment by now, at least his computer would have been searched. Brian knew what he meant.What should we do now? Let's see if he goes to the mosque, and if he does, let's see if it's easy to hit him when he goes in or out. Do you feel that this task can be completed soon?Brian asked. I think we can go back to the hotel and rest soon, you know? Yes, I think so. After breakfast they left cash on the table, but did not leave a generous tip that would have given them the impression that they were Americans. The trolley was not as comfortable as his car, but it was much more convenient because there was no need to find a parking space.European cities were never designed with cars in mind.Cairo is the same, of course, the traffic jam there is really unbelievable, even worse than here.But in Germany, at least there is still reliable mass transport.The trains here are fantastic and the quality of the lines impresses him with his short engineering training.Really only for a short time?When he asked himself this way, it was actually as long as a lifetime, and it was many years ago. The Germans are really weird, cold, serious, and think they are excellent, thinking they are better than other races.They look down on Arabs; in fact, most other Europeans too.And the reason why they are willing to open their doors to foreigners is only because their law stipulates this, and this law stipulates that the Americans forced Germany to pass at the end of World War II sixty years ago, stipulating that they must admit foreigners.But because they are forced to do this, they are actually very reluctant in their hearts, but most people will not complain publicly, because these lunatics obey the laws, as if these laws were handed down by God himself.The Germans were the most docile people he had ever met, but beneath that facade of docility lurked a tendency to violence. Organized violence was known almost all over the world.In the memory that everyone has not forgotten, they massacred Jews and even turned their death camps into museums, but in those museums, those killing tools are undoubtedly still available, as if they are ready to be used again at any time.It's a shame they don't. The Jew had humiliated his country four times, killing his eldest brother Ibrahim in the process, in Sinai, driving a Soviet T|62.He doesn't remember what Ibrahim looked like, he was too young to see his face in pictures, but his mother still can't help crying when she thinks of his brother.His older brother was killed by a cannonball fired by an American M60A main tank during the battle at the China Farm, trying to finish what the Germans had left unfinished.It is the Americans who protect the Jews.America, on the other hand, was ruled by the Jews within its borders.That is why they supplied arms to his enemies, and at the same time gave them information to help them kill the Arabs. But even if the Germans had failed, they did not reduce their arrogance because of this, they just changed direction.He could see it on the tram: some sideways glances at him, some old women stepped back from where he stood.After he gets out of the car, someone will probably wipe down his used roof tab with disinfectant.Anas cursed inwardly, swearing to the prophet, these people are really unpleasant. The journey took seven minutes and he got off at the Strath Church stop.From there, it's just one more street.Along the way, he saw more unfriendly looks, people with hostility in their eyes, or worse, people who saw him and turned their heads away like a stray dog.It would be nice to be able to take some action here in Germany, right here in Munich, but his order was clear. His destination is a coffee shop.France and Germany.Raman.Yashin has arrived, dressed casually, like a workman.In this cafe, there are many people like him. Salaam aleiknm!Aitef greeting in Arabic means peace be upon you Aleikum salaam!Fader responded that the pies here are great. Yes, Atef agreed, then whispered in Arabic, Here, any news, my friend? Our people were very happy last week.We've terrified Americans.Fade said. Not enough for them to sever ties with the Israelites.They love Jews even more than their own children.Take my words down.And, they will take revenge on us. How to revenge?Yes, they can retaliate against targets their intelligence units know about, Fade asks, but that will only piss off the believers and get more people to join us.No, they don't know our organization.They don't even know the name of our organization.That's because their organization doesn't actually have a name.Organization is just a name for them to communicate with believers. Hope you are right.So, what else do I order? You are doing well.Three of those you conscripted chose to be martyrs in America. three?Etfu was a little surprised, they died honorably, I suppose? They died in the holy name of Allah.That should be fine.So, how many more can you offer us? Etofu took a sip of his coffee.Not yet, but there are already two people who might succeed.It's not easy, and you know it.Even the most devout believer wants to enjoy the fruits of the good life.He himself was like that, of course. 你幫了我們很大的忙，安納斯。最好有把握一點，不要對他們要求太多。不要急，慢慢來。我們可以等。 那要等多久呢？艾特夫想要知道。 我們對美國還有另外的計畫，要更嚴重地打擊他們。這一次我們殺了幾百人。下一次，我們將殺幾千人。法德如此保證，眼裡閃閃發亮。 到底是怎麼樣的計畫呢？艾特夫馬上問。他本來可以當策劃人員的。他的工程教育背景，是使他成為策劃這種事情的最理想人選。do they know但是，組織裡有很多人是用他們的下半身在思考，而不是用頭腦。 這我不方便說，我的好朋友。其實是因為他自己也不知道。但法德．拉曼．雅辛並沒有說出來。組織高層對他並不是極其信任，如果他知道的話，他一定會氣死。 這狗娘養的自己可能也不知道組纖的計畫是什麼。艾特夫同時也這樣想。 我們祈禱的時間快到了，我的朋友。安納斯．Ali.艾特夫看看手錶說道，跟我走吧，我的清真寺距這兒只有十分鐘路程。馬上就是祈禱的時間了。這是對他這位同志的一項考驗，看看他是不是真誠的信徒。 let's go.兩人同時起身，走向電車站，十五分鐘後，電車在距清真寺一條街外處停下。 向前看，阿爾多。Dominique said.他們正在察看附近狀況，只是想感受一下當地的氣氛，但卻看到他們的目標正從街上走過來，旁邊那人一定是他的朋友。 另外那個外國佬是誰？Brian asked. 我們不認識的人，而且我們又不能亂猜。Guess what?Dominic asked. 可能是他的朋友。 先暫時不管那個。Dominic replied.他們的目標大約在三十碼外，正朝著他們走來，可能是要前往清真寺，因為清真寺就在他們後方半條街的地方。how do you feel? 行動吧，最好在他出來的時候下手。 OK兩人向右轉，看著一間帽店的櫥窗。他們聽到肯定是感覺到了他從他們身邊經過。 你想，這大概需要多久時間？ 真希望我知道，老哥。我自己也好幾個月沒上教堂了。 太妙了，布萊恩低聲說，我自己的老弟是叛教者。 多米尼克忍住笑聲。你一向是家裡最虔誠的教徒。 really.艾特夫和他的朋友走了進去。這是進行每日祈禱的時間，回教徒每日五次面向麥加禮拜，這是回教五功中的第二功念功。他們將低頭跪下，面向麥加，低聲頌念可蘭經中他們喜愛的章節，重申他們的忠誠信念。他們在進入這棟建築前先脫掉鞋子，而且，令法德意外的是，這座清真寺竟然受到德國的影響。中庭牆上有很多排列整齊的小洞，用來放他們的鞋子，這些小洞都標上號碼，避免混亂，或偷竊。實際上，在任何回教國家這都是很少見的犯罪行為，因為回教對偷竊的懲罰極其嚴厲，而如果膽敢在真主自己的房子犯下這種罪行，那是對真主本人的一種蓄意違抗。他們接著進入寺內，向真主禮拜。 禮拜的時間並不長，做完後，讓艾特夫覺得自己的靈魂獲得某種清爽的感覺，也重申他的宗教信仰。禮拜完畢。他和他的朋友回到中庭，取回鞋子，走到寺外。 他們並不是最先走出大門的，而一看到有人走出來，兩位美國人馬上提高警覺。他們會朝哪個方向走，那真是個問題。多米尼克看著街道，看看附近有沒有警察或情報人員，但沒看見任何這樣的人。他猜，他們的目標會向他的公寓走去。布萊恩則看著另一個方向。看來好像有四十個人左右前來禮拜。出來後，他們分別向著四面八方散去，有的是一個人，有的是三三兩兩。有兩個人上了停在門口的計程車，可能他們就是司機，趕去賺錢了。其他人可能都是工人，所以都是步行，或去搭乘大眾運輸工具。在雙胞胎看來，這些人都不像壞蛋，他們兩人向人群靠近，但腳步都不會太快，也不明顯。這時，目標和他的朋友出來了。 他們右轉，直接向多米尼克走去，距離三十碼。 布萊恩從他的角度可以看到全部情況。多米尼克從他那件不算正式的西裝外衣內側口袋裡拿出金筆，轉動筆套，啟動注射器，接著用右手握住，就像拿著一根碎冰用的冰鑽。他向著目標走過去。 把這當做是一件美好的行動那樣來看，實在有點不應該。就在六呎外，多米尼克好像被什麼東西絆倒，整個人倒向艾特夫那傢伙。布萊恩甚至看不到多米尼克刺出的動作。艾特夫和他弟弟一起跌倒，這可以讓目標分心，甚至因此不會去注意被刺的刺痛感。艾特夫的朋友把兩人扶起來。多米尼克向他們道歉，繼續向前走去，布萊恩則跟在目標後面。他前次沒有看到沙里倒下來的情形，所以這一次覺得很有趣。目標向前走了約五十呎，然後停下來。他一定說了什麼，因為他的朋友轉過頭來，好像問了一個問題，卻正好看到艾特夫倒下。他舉起一隻手想要保護自己的臉孔，但接著，整個人癱瘓。 第二個人顯然被眼前的景象嚇呆了。他蹲下來看看是什麼問題，他的表情先是有點困惑，接著是有點關心，然後就是驚慌。他把目標的身體翻過來，對著他大聲說話。布萊恩大約在這時候來到他們身邊。艾特夫的臉孔很平靜，沒有表情，就好像洋娃娃的臉孔。這傢伙的頭腦還在活動，但他甚至連眼睛也張不開。布萊恩在那兒站了一分鐘，然後走開，沒有再回頭看，但他示意一位德國路人去求助，這位德國人馬上從外衣口袋裡拿出手機。他可能是要呼叫救護車。 布萊恩走到下一個十字路口，轉身觀看，同時看看手錶。救護車在六分半鐘後抵達。德國人的效率真的很高。救護車下來的醫護人員先測目標的脈搏，很驚訝地抬起頭，接著露出警覺的神情。他的同事從車內拿出一個盒子，布萊恩看到艾特夫很快被插進呼吸管和戴上氧氣罩。這兩位消防人員顯然受過良好訓練，一定是曾經在隊裡演練過，或者已經在街頭做過無數次。由於情況危急，他們並沒有把艾特夫送上救護車，而是當場進行急救。 從他倒下到現在已經十分鐘，布萊恩看看手錶。艾特夫已經腦死，再也救不回來。這位陸戰隊軍官轉身離去，走到下一條街的轉角處，他在那兒攔下一輛計程車，結結巴巴說不清楚旅館名稱，但司機還是猜出來。他回到旅館時，多米尼克已經在大廳。兩人一起走向酒吧。 做掉一個剛從清真寺出來的傢伙，比較好的是，他們可以合理地確定，他不會下地獄。至少，這可以讓他們稍微減少良心的不安。啤酒也有同樣功能。