Chapter 23 Chapter 21: A Streetcar of Desire

It's a whole new adventure for little Jack, with two differences.He had never been to Austria before, and he had never been on a field mission as an intelligence agent, and he had to join up with an assassination squad and end a bad guy who liked to kill Americans.That might sound like a good thing sitting at a desk in Oldenton, Maryland, but sitting in triple-A seat on an Airbus 330 flying 34,000 feet over the Atlantic Suddenly it's a slightly dangerous thing to do.Yes, Granger had told him he didn't have to.Little Jack can live with that.He still remembers how to shoot a pistol. Before that, he often went to the range of the Secret Service Agency in downtown Washington to shoot targets, or sometimes went to the park's training center in Bertsville, Maryland. If Mike.Brynon's words.But Brian and Dominic weren't about to shoot and kill, were they?Not so, according to British intelligence reports intercepted by his computer.Heart disease How can you fake a heart attack and fool the pathologist?He had to ask them about it.But it must be made clear first whether he is qualified to know the inside story.

Anyway, today's meal was much better than the bad ones on other airlines, and the wine was good.After a sufficient amount of alcohol has accumulated in the body, drowsiness comes easily. The first-class seats are old-fashioned, not the new-style smart seats. There are hundreds of activities, but none of them are comfortable.As usual, half of the passengers chose to watch movies all night.Like his father said, everyone has their own way of killing the boring time of flying.Little Jack chose to sleep from beginning to end. The wieners and schnitzel were excellent, as was the local wine. Whoever cooked this needed to talk to his grandfather, Dominique said after the last bite, and he might know how to improve.

He's probably Italian, dude, or at least somewhat related.Brian took the last sip of his drink.It was local baijiu, quite good, recommended by the waiter in the restaurant.About fifteen seconds later, the waiter found out, stepped forward to fill the glass with wine, and then disappeared again.Damn it, a man should enjoy this kind of food, it's much better than field rations. With any luck, you might never have to eat that crappy food again in your life. Of course, as long as we stay in the business.Brian said vaguely.They sat alone at a table in the corner, with no other guests around.So, what do we know about this new target?

The person who delivers the message is probably this type.He had the message in his head that there was some message they didn't want sent across the network.It would be useful to get some information out of his head, but that's not what this mission is about.His appearance has been described in great detail, but this time there are no photos, which is a bit worrying.He doesn't seem to be very important, and that's what worries me. Yes, I see what you mean.He must have offended someone who shouldn't be offended, bad luck.He no longer feels bad conscience, but still hopes that it's best to get rid of people near the top of the food chain.There is no photo to identify it, which is a bit of a hassle indeed.Care must be taken, they don't want to kill the wrong person.

Well, he wasn't on the death list for singing too loudly in church anyway, you know? Nor is he the Pope's nephew.Brian adds, I see what you mean, buddy.He checks his watch.Time to go to bed.We'll have to see tomorrow who's coming.How do we meet him? The letter said that he would come to us.Jesus, he might live here too. The security concept of the park is really funny, isn't it? That's right, it's not the same as in the movie.Dominic laughed.He waved for the bill, they didn't have dessert, which probably wasn't the smart thing to do in a place like this.Five minutes later, they were already in bed.

Do you think you're smart?Handley asked Granger so over the secure phone, and they were both in their own homes. Gray, you told me to send a good intelligence agent over there, right?Who else can we send out of Rick's unit?Everyone told me how good that kid was.Well, let him go out and try to prove that he is really good. But he is a novice.Handley retorted. Twins aren't they?Granger asked back.I have nothing to say now.From now on, you must let me run my department in my own way, he thought to himself proudly.Gray, he's hands-free, and it probably makes him a better analyst.He was related to them and knew each other well.He knows them too, and they will trust him and believe his every word.

He is too junior.But Handley knew that wasn't true. Who didn't start out junior, Gray?If everyone in this line of work is experienced, then we don't need to recruit new people at all. if this thing screwed up Then I'm done too.I know.Can I watch TV now? See you tomorrow, Handley said, good night, old friend. Sweet Bear roams the Internet and is chatting with a netizen named Aisha K Liujiu. The other party claims to be 23 years old, with a height of 160 centimeters and a weight of 54 kilograms. Hair, blue eyes, full of obscene thoughts, very creative.She can also type very fast.In fact, what Fade didn't know was that the other party was actually a man, fifty years old, half drunk and very lonely.They talk in English.The girl at the other end said that she was in London and was a secretary, but he was actually an accountant in Austria and happened to know London very well.

To Fard, she is real enough, and quickly slips into perverted reveries.This is far from falling in love with a real woman, but Fade has always been careful not to be too indulgent in Europe.You never know if the woman you paid for was one of Mossad's, and maybe she'd be happy to cut it off with a knife after she pulled it out.He was not afraid of death, but like all men, he was afraid of pain.In short, this online conversation lasted for nearly half an hour, which was enough for him to jot down a lot of important points, and he could use them again when she appeared again later.What he didn't know was that the other Austrian accountant also made the same note in his friend's file before sleeping on his cold and lonely bed.

When Little Jack awoke, the window shades had been pulled up, revealing the purple-gray mountains about 20,000 feet below.His watch showed that he had been flying for about eight hours, of which he may have slept for six hours.not bad.He had a slight headache because he drank too much wine, but the cup of coffee he drank after waking up was not bad, and the matching pastry was also very good. The two together, when Flight Ninety-Four was about to circle and land, he Already sober. By the standards of an entrance airport in a sovereign country, this airport is not that big; the population of Austria is about the same as that of New York City, and New York has three airports.The plane landed and the captain welcomed all the passengers to his home country, telling them that it was 9:05 am local time.So he has a full day of jet lag to adjust to, but with any luck, he'll be fully back to normal tomorrow.

He passed through customs in no time, and the flight was only half full.He took his luggage, walked out of the airport, and hailed a taxi. Imperial Hotel, thank you. where?the driver asked. Imperial Hotel.Little Jack said it again. The driver thought for a minute.Oh, I see, the Imperial Hotel, right? That's right.Little Jack confirmed to him in German, then leaned back in the seat and began to enjoy the scenery outside the car.He had a thousand euros, he thought, and that would probably be enough, unless the guy had already taken a taxi driving class in New York and was good at detours.It doesn't matter, there are ATMs everywhere on the street anyway.

Since it was rush hour in the morning, the trip took a total of half an hour.A street or two away from the restaurant, he saw a Ferrari dealership, which was the first time for him, having only seen Ferraris on TV before.At this time, like all young men, he couldn't help but wonder what it was like to drive that kind of car. The hotel staff received him warmly, as if he were a prince, and guided him to a suite on the fourth floor, where the big bed looked really attractive.He immediately ordered breakfast and unpacked.Then, remembering his purpose of coming here, he picked up the phone and asked the switchboard to connect him with Dominic.Caruso's room. Hello?It was Brian who answered the phone.Dominique is in the gilded bathroom. Hi, cousin, I'm Little Jack.He said. which little jackWait a minute, little Jack! I'm upstairs, Marine Corps officer.Just flew in an hour ago.Come on, then, we can talk. OK, give me ten minutes.Brian said.He ran into the bathroom.An Zuo, you will never know who is upstairs. who?Dominique asked while wiping his body with a towel. Keep it up for a while, I'll surprise you when the time comes, brother.Brian went back to the small living room, sat down, and picked up the International Forward Tribune, not knowing whether to laugh or throw up. You fucking must be kidding me.As soon as the door opened, Dominic was almost out of breath. You should stand by my side and think for me, Anzuo, replied Little Jack, come in. The food here is not bad, is it?Brian said.He stands behind his brother. To be honest, I still prefer Holiday Inn.I need to add a doctorate in restaurant studies to my resume, you know?Little Jack laughed and waved them to sit on the chairs.I asked them for more coffee. The service here is good and I see you ordered croissants too.Dominique poured himself a cup of coffee and grabbed a biscuit.why did they send you? I guess because you two know me.Little Jack buttered his second croissant, be it.Let me finish my breakfast, and then we'll go downstairs to the Ferrari dealership and we'll talk.Do you like Vienna? We just got here yesterday afternoon, little Jack.Dominic told him. I don't know about that, but I do know that you guys are very successful in London. Not bad, Brian replied, I'll tell you later. OKLittle Jack went on eating his breakfast, and Brian looked down at his International Forward Tribune again.The country is still tense over the shooting incident.Shoes must be removed for inspection at the airport.Fortunately, my socks are clean.It seemed that they were looking for people who were leaving the country in a hurry. Yes, that was bad, old man, said Dominique, did you know any of those killed? No, thank God.Not even Dad, even with all the people he knew.What about you two? Brian gave a strange expression.Someone we know?No.He hoped that little David.The spirit of Pretis in the sky will not feel sad because of this. Little Jack eats the last croissant, I'll take a shower, and then you'll show me around. After finishing the newspaper, Brian turned on the TV and switched to CNN, the only American channel in the Imperial Hotel, to watch the news at 5:00 a.m. New York time.The last victim was buried yesterday and the reporter asked the family how they felt about the loss, what an idiotic question!The Marine Corps officer was very angry.How could they stir up the pain of losing their loved ones again!And those politicians once again made a lot of fallacies, asking the government what action should be taken. Well, Brian thought, we're avenging you, folks.But if these politicians find out, they may wet their silk underwear.Thinking about it made Brian feel so much better, someone should fight back privately, and that was his current job. At the Bristol Hotel, Fard had just woken up.He also ordered coffee and pastries.Schedule a meeting with another messenger tomorrow to take a message from him and then deliver the message at the appointed time.Organizations take particularly tight security measures when there is an important message to convey.The really important messages are all delivered verbally.The sender knew only the person to whom the message was sent and the person to whom the message was received, so there were only three people in each group, another security measure learned from the dead KGB official. The messenger who was coming to see him was Mamaud.Muhammad.Fadhi, from Pakistan.Of course, this kind of messaging system can be cracked, but it is only possible after the police have deployed a long-term tracking system, and as long as one of them withdraws automatically, the police will no longer be able to track down.The trouble is, if one person is missing, the message can't get to the target at all, but that hasn't happened and isn't expected to happen.For Farde, this kind of life is not bad.He travels everywhere, always flies first class, stays only in the best hotels, and is generally quite comfortable.He occasionally feels a little guilty about it.Although the other people were engaged in very dangerous tasks, he was quite envious and admired by them in his heart. However, when accepting this job, he was told that without him and the other eleven comrades, the organization would not be able to operation, which greatly boosted his morale.At the same time, he also learned that his work is not only important, but also safe. He took the messages and passed them on, often to the underground workers themselves, and they all respected him as if he had come up with the mission orders himself, but he didn't explain them to them either.Therefore, two days later, he will receive more orders to convey, some of which are to be conveyed to a comrade who is closest to him and is based in Paris, Ibrahim.Eddie; some are going to the intelligence officers, don't know who yet, but he will know today.This communication is necessary and appropriate action taken as the situation develops.The job can be boring or exciting, living in luxury, taking no personal risks, and easily being the hero of the organization, which he sometimes allows himself to be. They walked east on Cutler Road, which almost immediately turned northeast and was renamed Schubert Road.On the north side of the road is the Ferrari dealership. So, what did you two do?asked little Jack.They had gone outside, and the noise of the vehicles around them would disable any possible listening devices. Two people have been eliminated, and there is one more to be solved, right here in Vienna.Then, go elsewhere, I don't know where yet.I thought you would know.Dominique said. Little Jack shook his head.No, no one briefed me. why did they send you?It was Brian who asked the question. I think they want me to give you some advice, to support you with intelligence, as if to act as your advisor.Anyway, that's what Granger told me, I know what's going on in London, we got a lot of the British government's classified reports indirectly, so to speak, they said it was a heart attack.I don't know much about the situation in Munich.What can you guys tell me? Dominic replied.I hit him as he came out of the mosque and he collapsed on the pavement and the ambulance arrived.Paramedics gave him first aid at the scene and then took him to the hospital.That's all I know. he died.We saw this in an intercepted e-mail where Jack Jr. told them he was with a guy on the internet called Sweet Bear who watched him fall and wrote a An e-mail reporting to a guy named Fifty Six Moha, probably in Italy, we guess.The guy from Munich was called Eitf, and he was a recruiter and a messenger.We know that one of the shooters he recruited was one of the shooters in last week's massacre.So, you should feel at ease, he deserved to be on the sniper list. We know, they have told us.Brian said. How did you deal with these people, and what method did you use? With this, Dominique said, taking the gold pen out of his suit pocket, twisting the cap to expose the needle, and stabbing it at the target, preferably in the ass.It injects a drug called succinylcholine, which destroys the victim's entire body.Even after death, this drug will be absorbed and metabolized by the blood, so it cannot be detected unless it is a pathological examination genius, and it depends on luck. Will it paralyze them? Yes.They will collapse first and then cannot breathe.The drug kicks in about thirty seconds after the injection, and then they're down, and after that, it's just a matter of time.In hindsight, it looked like a heart attack, and tests looked like a heart attack.Best for our task. Terrible!Little Jack said, it turns out that the two of you were also in Shalosville that day, huh? Yes, this time it was Brian's turn to answer, and that wasn't fun at all.A little boy died in my arms, little Jack.That was really sentimental. Ya, you guys did a great job. They're not actually smart, and Dominic's assessment is that they're not even that much smarter than street gangsters, untrained, and not paying attention to what's going on behind them.I guess they thought that as long as they had an automatic weapon they wouldn't be afraid of anything, not even the danger behind them.They think differently than we do.We're lucky as fuck, though!He yelled, because by this time, they had arrived in front of the Ferrari dealership. Oh shit!They are so beautiful.Little Jack immediately joined the ranks of admiration.Even Brian liked it. This is an old model.Dominique explained to them that the Model 575M, with a V-twelve engine, more than 500 horsepower, and a six-speed transmission, would cost $220,000 to drive away.The really cool new car is the Ferrari.An Zuo.That baby is as powerful as a bomb, folks, six hundred and sixty horsepower.They even named it after me, see, it's in the far back corner. How much?asked little Jack. $600,000, but if you want something hotter, look no further than Lockheed Aircraft.That's right, there were two openings in the front of that car that looked like jet nozzles.The whole car looks like it could be a billionaire's small jetliner. He's still such a fan, huh?Little Jack said.A private jetliner might be more fuel-efficient, but the car is beautiful. He'd rather sleep with Ferrari than with Grace Kelly.Brian said.Of course, if he had to choose, he would choose the latter. Cars definitely last longer than girls, folks.This is from an efficiency point of view, damn it, I bet this sweet girl is super fast. You can go for a private jet pilot's license.Little Jack suggested so. Dominic shook his head.No, it's too dangerous. Dude, little Jack almost laughed out loud, could it be more dangerous than what you've done in the past? Boy, I'm used to it, you know? Whatever you want, boss.Little Jack couldn't help shaking his head.Damn, these cars are beautiful.He still likes the Hummer at home, even in the snow, he can still drive it around, and if he collides with someone on the highway, he will never lose to the other party, even if it is not a sports car, so what?But he can still tell from the expression on his cousin's face what he loves the most.If actress Maureen O'Hara was reincarnated as a car, maybe she'd be one of those cars, and the red body would work well with her red hair.After ten minutes, Dominique decided he had had enough, and they moved on. So, we already have a lot of information on this target, but just don't know what he looks like?asked Brian, walking half a block away. That's right.Little Jack confirmed, but how many Arabs, do you think, go to the Bristol Hotel? There are many in London, the important thing is not to mistake the target, it should not be too difficult to recognize people directly on the sidewalk.They looked around and felt that it was really not difficult.There's not as much street traffic here as in New York or London, but it's not like Kansas City after dark, and it's exciting to do in broad daylight.I thought, let's just monitor the big car door of the hotel and forget about the other exits.You can give it a try and see if you can get more information from the park? Little Jack looked at his watch and made some calculations in his mind.They should start working around the two hour mark. Well, go check your email!Dominique told him we'd walk around and see if we hit something. OKThey walked across the street and walked back toward the Imperial Hotel.Once back in the room, Little Jack jumped on the bed and took the opportunity to take a nap. There is nothing to deal with now, Fade thought, so he should be able to go for a walk and get some air outside.There was a lot to see in Vienna, and he hadn't seen it all yet.So he changed his clothes, dressed like a businessman, and walked out of the restaurant. Bingo, Aldo.Dominique had one of the special talents of the police: he was so good at remembering people's faces that they recognized him almost immediately. he is not That's right, the guy who was with Eitf in Munich.Is he the one we're looking for? Do you want to make a bet? Stupid bet you, bro. Dominique looks at the target.Definitely Middle Eastern, medium height, about 5ft 10in, not fat, about 150 lbs, dark brown skin, inconspicuous Semitic nose, decent, expensive clothes, looks like a businessman , Walk with focus and confidence.They came within ten feet of the man, reminding themselves not to stare at each other, even though they were both wearing sunglasses.I've got you now, you bastard.No matter who these people are, they don't know how to pretend.They go to the corner. Damn, this is really too easy.Brian said, "But what next? Let's ask Little Jack to contact the headquarters, don't worry, Aldo. Got it, got it, buddy.Brian subconsciously checked his jacket to make sure the gold pen was still there, just like he used to check from time to time to see if his M9 Beretta automatic was securely holstered in his holster when he was in uniform and in the field. inside.He felt like an invisible lion in the Kenyan wilderness full of wild animals.Things are not much better here than there.He can pick one, kill it, and eat it, and the poor bastard doesn't know he's being followed.Just like what they are doing now.He wondered if the guy's colleagues could see the deep irony of the tactics being used against them.Some people think that Americans will definitely not do this, but in fact, in the middle of the day, the image of a duel with guns face to face on the street is actually completely created by Hollywood.A lion would never risk his life to hunt.At the Marine Corps training center, the instructors told them that if they found themselves about to engage in a fair fight, they would never have planned well in advance.Fair play is only required at the Olympics, but right now, it's not the Olympics.A good hunter does not walk up to a lion with a sword in his hand while making a sound.Instead, he'll do what's reasonable: take a long gun, and hide behind a tree some two hundred yards from the lion.Even the Maasai of Kenya, in their tradition, must kill a lion before a boy can be considered an adult, and they will rationally form a lion hunting team composed of ten people, and not all members are young lads to make sure they can get back to the village with the severed lion's tail.It's not a question of being brave or not, but a question of efficiency.Just getting into this business is dangerous enough.So, you have to do your best to remove all unnecessary risk factors, this is a matter of life and death, not exercise. Just kill him on the street? That's what we did before, Aldo, didn't we?I don't think it's okay to attack him in a hotel bar. That's right, Anzo.What do we do now? Be a tourist for now, I think.The opera house looked magnificent.Let's go and see.The sign says they're currently running Wagner's Valkyrie, which I haven't seen yet. I haven't seen any opera in my life.I think I should find a day to see it.Opera is part of the Italian soul, isn't it? Oh yes, my soul is rich beyond control, but I prefer Verdi. Oh my God.When did you go to the opera? I listened to some compact discs.Dominic replied with a smile. Sure enough, the Vienna State Opera House is really luxurious and beautiful. It is the best example of imperial gorgeous architecture. It seems to be for God to watch. The interior and exterior are all scarlet and gold.No matter how many bad things the Habsburg royal family has done, this opera house at least shows their extraordinary taste.Dominique would have liked to go on to see the cathedral in the city, but thought at once that this was not the right thing to do, given the reason they had come to the city.So, after just wandering around for two hours, they went back to the hotel and went upstairs to Little Jack's room. There was no good news from headquarters.Little Jack told them. no problem.We saw the guy, an old friend from Munich.Bryan reported.They go into the bathroom and turn on the water, which makes a loud noise, enough to block any bugging microphones in the room.He is a friend of Mr. Eitef.He happened to be there when Eitf went down in Munich. How can you be so sure? 100 percent sure, we can't But why is he just in these two cities and at this hotel, man?Brian said sensibly. It's better to be 100% sure.Little Jack objected to his statement. Agreed, but when you think there's a 3 in 1,000 chance of winning, you put your money down and roll the dice, Dominique responds that he's already at least a confirmed accomplice according to Bureau rules, We'll take him aside for questioning.So, he couldn't have come out to collect money for the Red Cross, you know?The ex-FBI agent paused. Well, it's not perfect, but it's as far as we can go, and I think it's worth taking action. Little Jack was a little embarrassed at this moment. Does he have the right to issue this execution order?Granger didn't say so, he was the twins' intelligence support officer.But what exactly does that mean?great.It doesn't make sense that he came to carry out a mission without a clear mission content and without authorization.He remembered his father once saying that the people at the headquarters should not doubt the judgment of the people performing missions outside, because these field personnel have eyes and have been trained to think independently.But on this mission, he was at least as well trained as they were, just not seeing the target in person like they were.If he said no, they could easily oppose him, and since he had no power to force them to accept it, he had to listen to them, and he could only stand aside and wonder whose view was right.Intelligence work suddenly became unpredictable, he seemed to be stuck in the middle of a swamp, and there was no helicopter to get him out. Well, two, just listen to you.For Little Jack, this is almost an act of cowardice and retreat, especially when he added, I still think it would be better if he could be 100% sure. I think so too, but as I said earlier, brother, a thousand to one is already a good chance to bet.Aldo? Brian thought for a moment and nodded.I can accept.In Munich, he seemed to care about his friends; if he was a good man, he must have had very strange friends.So, let's kill him! Well, little Jack took a breath and bowed his head to them, when? As long as there is an appropriate time, do it immediately.Brian replied.He and his brother would discuss how to proceed later, but little Jack didn't have to know. At fourteen past ten that night, Fard considered himself lucky.He received an instant message, and the other party obviously remembered him. What are we doing tonight?he asked her. I'm thinking.Imagine we are in a Nazi concentration camp.I am a Jewish woman, and you are the commander of the German army. I don't want to die with other people. I will let you enjoy the supreme happiness and reward you for saving my life.she suggested so. For him, no fantasy gave him more pleasure than this.Ok, let's get started!He typed back. This online game went on like this until the other party sent out: Please, please, I am not from Austria, I am an American music student, and because of the war, I cannot go back to my country. It's getting better and better.Oh, is it so?I've heard American Jewish women are super horny. It went on like this for nearly an hour.In the end, he sent her to the gas chamber anyway.After all, what good is a Jew anyway? As expected, little Jack couldn't sleep.His body couldn't adjust to the variation of six time zones, even after hours of sleep on the plane.How the flight crew managed to overcome this jet lag was a mystery to him, though he suspected they were simply keeping pace with where they lived, no matter what time zone they were in at the time.But you have to be on the move all the time to do that, and he wasn't like that.Therefore, he simply did not sleep, got up, turned on the computer, and decided to go to Google to search for information about Islam.The only Muslim he knew was Prince Ali of Saudi Arabia, who was not a fanatic.He even gets on well with Jack's shy little sister, Katie, who admires his extremely neatly trimmed beard. He downloaded the Koran and started reading.This holy book has forty-two chapters, and each chapter is divided into several verses, just like his own bible.Of course, he seldom glanced at the Bible, let alone read it, because, being a Catholic, he could expect the priest to tell him the important parts, saving him from reading who was whose ancestors.Maybe that would be fun to read, even fun, but that was at a time, not today, unless you were doing genealogy research, and that wasn't something that would be discussed at the Wrens' dinner table.Besides, everyone knows that every Irishman is descended from a horse thief who fled his country for fear of being hanged by the damned English invaders.And it led to a series of wars, one of which nearly prevented him from being born in Annapolis. Ten minutes later, he finally understood that the Koran almost copied what the Jewish prophets wrote word for word. Of course, God instructed them to do so, and so did Muhammad.Allah spoke to him and he wrote down everything he heard.Too bad there were no cameras or tape recorders back then, and as a pastor explained to him in Georgetown, Believers, you either believe it or you don't. Of course, little Jack does believe in God.His parents taught him the basics and put him in a Catholic school. He also learned to pray and some religious rules. He also received the first communion, confession and confirmation; Confession is called mediation, which has a milder meaning.But he has not been to church for a long time, not because he has any dissatisfaction with the church, but because he feels that he has grown up.Maybe it's just to show his parents that he can make his own decisions about how to live his life and that they can no longer dictate to him, but maybe it's a really stupid way of showing it. He noticed that in the fifty pages he had read, there was no mention of shooting innocent people so you could go to heaven and fuck your fellow women.Suicide will be punished, which is the same as Frances.Sister Mary taught the same in third grade.Suicide is a serious crime and should be avoided as much as possible because you cannot go to confession and ask for forgiveness of your soul afterwards.Islam says that faith is a good thing, but it cannot be just thought about and done, it must be practiced in life.bingo!So does the Catholic Church. After ninety minutes it was almost an obvious conclusion that he saw that terrorism was to Islam as Catholic to Protestant Irish.According to biographers, Hitler considered himself a Catholic until the last moment of his suicide. Apparently, Hitler never talked to Frances.Sister Mary had met and would have known better otherwise, but the guy was clearly insane.So, if he read it correctly, Muhammad was a righteous and honorable man who would have denounced the terrorists.However, not all of Muhammad's followers were like him, and those who turned away from Muhammad were the ones he and the twins had to deal with. Any religion can be twisted and deformed by the next generation of lunatics, he thought, stretching himself, and that's what Islam is all about. Do read more of this, he told himself in bed, do. Fard woke up at eight thirty.He was meeting Mamod today, at the pharmacy down the street.After the two met there, they would call a taxi and go somewhere, maybe a museum, for an actual exchange of information, and he already knew what was going to happen and what he had to do to make it happen.他沒有自己的住處，這真的很可惜。旅館是很舒適，尤其還提供洗衣服務，但他已經接近忍耐的極限了。 早餐送來了。他向服務生說聲謝謝，給了他兩歐元的小費，然後拿起放在餐車上的報紙。似乎沒有後續新聞發生，奧地利即將進行一次選舉，每一方都在激烈辱罵對方，這是歐洲人常玩的政治遊戲。在自己國家裡，選舉結果早就可以預料得到，也比較容易了解。 到了早上九點，他打開電視，發現自己看手錶的次數愈來愈頻繁。這樣的會面總是讓他有點緊張。萬一莫薩德已經找上他了呢？這個問題的答案再明顯不過了，他們會毫不考慮地殺掉他，就像打死一隻蒼蠅那麼容易。 外面，多米尼克和布萊恩正在四處走動，幾乎是漫無目地閒逛，在不相關的人看起來，似乎是那樣子。問題是，不相關的人倒有一些。他們飯店外面就有一家書報攤，布里斯托飯店大門口則有幾位服務生。多米尼克本來想靠著一根電線桿，假裝正在看報，但他在聯邦調查局受訓時，教官警告他們，絕對不可以那樣做，因為電影裡的情報員都是這樣子演的。因此，不管是不是專業考量，或是現實狀況，全世界的人都會去注意靠著電線桿閱報的任何人。和等著跟蹤目標出現相較之下，要在外面跟蹤一個人而不被發現，就好像小孩子的遊戲。 布萊恩也有同樣想法。他想到，像這種時候來根香菸，應該很有幫助。那會讓你有些事情可做，就好像在電影北非諜影裡，鮑嘉老是抽著他的無濾嘴菸，結果，後來香菸真的要了他的命。What luck!老鮑。布萊恩心想。癌症真的是很可怕的疾病。沒錯，他是來結束目標性命的，而且不會拖上好幾個月；沒幾分鐘，目標就會腦死了。此外，目標反正遲早都要死在敵人手裡。也許目標自己不會同意這種說法，但他們早就該小心，不要隨便樹敵，因為並不是所有的敵人都是又笨又無還擊能力的小綿羊。讓對手措手不及是最重要的。在戰場上，最棒的就是奇襲。如果奇襲對方成功，對方沒有機會還擊，這樣正好，因為這是公事，無關私人恩怨。就好像屠宰場裡的牛隻，被帶進一間小房間，即使牠抬起頭來、四處張望，也只會看到那個手持空氣錘的傢伙，事後，牠就上到牛隻天空，在那個牛天堂裡，草永遠翠綠，水永遠甜美，而且沒有野狼在四周窺伺。 你在胡思亂想哦，阿爾多。布萊恩心想，街道兩邊對他都很合適。所以，他越過馬路，走向布里斯托飯店正對面的自動櫃員機，掏出他的提款卡，按下密碼，領了五百歐元。再看看手錶：十點五十三分。這隻小鳥是不是已經出來了？他們是不是把牠跟丟了？ 經過早上上班的交通尖鋒時刻後，現在的車流量已經穩定下來。紅色的電車在馬路上來來回回。這裡的人只管自家事。他們走起路來目不旁視，除非有什麼特別有趣的事物引起他們注意。他們不會和陌生人目光接觸，完全不會主動和陌生人打招呼。很顯然地，他們也希望陌生人不要去打擾他們。他很喜歡這地方，喜歡的程度甚至超過慕尼黑，你也許可以直接坐在他們的地板上吃晚餐，只要吃完後記得打掃乾淨。 多米尼克守在街道另一頭，監視著歌劇院那個方向。這傢伙只有這兩個方向可走。左邊或右邊。他可以橫越馬路，也可以不這樣做。除此之外，別無選擇，除非有輛車子來接他，這樣子一來，今天的任務就泡湯了。但明天還有機會。十點五十六分，他再次看了看手錶。他必須小心，不要太常看著飯店的大門。這樣做，讓他覺得很無奈。 來了賓果！目標出現，是他，沒錯，穿著藍色細條紋西裝，茶色領帶，就像要去赴一個很重要的生意約會。多米尼克也看到他了，並且轉身從西北方向接近目標。布萊恩等著看他打算怎麼辦。 法德決定跟這位遠方來的朋友玩玩。他會從街對面向這位朋友走過去，來點不一樣的，於是他穿過正中央的馬路，一路躲閃車輛。法德小時候最喜歡躲進父親用來養馬的畜欄，並且躲在馬匹中間。當然，馬很聰明，不會隨便撞上不應該撞上的東西，但行駛在卡特納街上的汽車顯然就沒有這麼聰明，但他還是安全地通過了馬路。 這裡的馬路很奇怪，先是有一條像私人住宅前的小車道，接著是一個細長、種著青草的安全島，然後才是汽車和電車行走的道路，按著又是另一個安全島，最後是另一個車道，然後就是對面的人行道。目標穿過馬路後，轉向西走，向著他們的飯佔走去。布萊恩跟在他後面十呎遠，並且取出他的筆，轉動筆套，露出針頭，同時低頭看了一下，確定已經準備妥當。 麥士．韋伯是電車司機，已經在市政府大眾捷運系統服務了二十三年，每天開著電車來回十八趟，以一個工人階級來說，享有相當不錯的薪水。他現在正向北行駛，即將離開史瓦茲伯格廣場，左轉，從倫偉街進入史瓦拉伯格街，接著向左行走卡特納路。他這邊的燈號是綠燈，一眼就看到裝飾華麗的帝國飯店，那是所有有錢的外國人和外交官最喜歡住的。接著，他收回目光，看著前面的路。他不能變動電車的行進方向，而是汽車應該自己避開他的路線。他行駛的速度不快，很少超過時速四十公里，即使路上車子並不多。這不是需要用到腦力的工作，但他還是極其謹慎，完全遵照手冊規定。車上的電鈴響了，有人要在卡特納和華德納街的轉角處下車。 see.馬莫德就站在那兒，他望著另一方向。好極了，法德心想，也許可以讓這位同志大吃一驚，算是開個小玩笑。他站在人行道上，先看看小車道上的車流情況，再準備衝到對面馬路。 好極了，混蛋，布萊恩心想，同時向前跨出一步，縮小距離。 哎唷，法德微微叫了一聲。屁股上感到一下微弱的刺痛感。他沒有理會，繼續向前走，從馬路上車子的空隙穿過去。有輛電車開過來了，但還很遠，不必擔心。他右手邊沒有車子過來，所以。 布萊恩還在繼續往前走。他想，他可能必須走到書報攤前。到了那裡，就有機會轉身，假裝要買東西，那麼，就可以偷偷看一眼事情發生的經過。 韋伯看到那個白癡正準備衝過車道。這些笨蛋難道不知道，只有路口才可以橫越馬路，他的電車也必須停在路口前等待紅燈變綠燈，就像所有人一樣？他們在幼稚園的時候就這麼教小朋友。有些人認為他們的時間比金子還值錢，彷彿他們就是奧地利帝國皇帝法蘭茲．約瑟夫本人，在死亡一百年後又醒了過來。他沒有改變他的電車速度。不管那人是不是白癡，反正他前面車道的燈號是綠燈 法德感到他的右腿以下癱瘓了。what happened?接著，是他的左腿，他整個人完全倒下，完全沒有任何理由然後，其他狀況開始一一快速發生，快得讓他來不及理解，他好像從具體外面看到自己倒下來而且，那兒有一輛電車開過來了！ 韋伯稍微放慢車速，不敢相信眼睛所看到的，但那卻是無法否認的。他兩腳用力往下猛踩煞車，但那笨蛋已經距離不到兩公尺，而且天啊！ 電車前端下方有兩條橫向的鐵條，目的就是要防止發生這種情況，但它們已經有幾個星期未被檢查過，而且法德很瘦，瘦得正好可以讓他的兩腳從那條安全鐵棒下面滑進去，接著，他的身體就被垂直拉了進去，看不見了 韋伯聽到兩聲電車撞上這人身體的可怕砰砰聲。有人會打電話叫來救護車，但他們最好也叫一位神父來。這可憐的傢伙再也到不了他要去的地方，笨蛋，為了節省時間穿越馬路，結果賠上自己的性命。Fool! 在對街，馬莫德轉過頭，正好看到他的朋友被撞死。他的眼睛雖然看到了，卻在腦海裡想像看到那輛電車向上跳起來，好避免撞到法德，但就在那時，他的想像世界很快就改變了，而法德的世界則永遠結束。 God!布萊恩在心裡想道。他站在二十碼外，手裡正拿著一本雜誌。那可憐的傢伙竟然還來不及活到毒發身亡。他看到多米尼克這時已經走到對街，也許是打算等目標倒下後再快速離開，但琥珀膽鹼的藥效果然很快。目標只是剛好選擇一個最壞的地點倒下來。或者說，他很幸運，就看你怎麼想了。他捲起雜誌，橫越馬路。藥房旁有一名看來像阿拉伯人的男子，臉上的表情比四周的人更悲傷。有很多人發出尖叫，更多人用手掩住嘴巴，還有，可以確定的是，那不是很好看的景象，電車就直接停在屍體上方。 有人必須用水把路面沖一沖，多米尼克平靜地說，幹得好，阿爾多。 嗯，我想，勉強及格，我們走吧。 知道，老哥。 於是，他們向右轉，經過香菸店，向著史瓦茲伯格廣場走去。 他們身後傳來女人的尖叫，男士們則比較鎮靜，很多人轉身離去。反正他們也幫不了什麼忙。帝國飯店大們口的服務生衝進飯店內，打電話召來救護車和消防人員。他們大約在十分鐘後抵達。消防員先到，對他們來說，現場可怕的情景已經說明一切。看起來，他體內所有的血已經全部噴了出來，早已沒救。警察也到了，一位剛從附近弗萊德里茲街派出所趕到的警官，命令韋伯把電車向後退一點，離開屍體。這下子看得更清楚了。屍體已被切成四塊不規則的屍塊，好像是被三頭史前怪獸活生生撕裂。救護車也到了，就停在街道中央，一位交通警察揮手要所有車輛快速通過，但那些駕駛人和乘客卻紛紛探頭觀看這可怕的車禍現場，很多人看了之後露出驚嚇的神情，有的人則嚇得把頭轉開。甚至連記者也來了，帶著他們的相機和筆記本，電視台記者則扛著攝影機。 他們一共需要三個屍袋來裝屍體。市政府捷運局的一名督察也趕到現場詢問電車司機，當然，警察已經先問過了。整個來說，從移走屍體、檢查電車到清理道路，一共花了大約一個小時時間。事實上，清理工作相當有效率，到了十二點三十分，一切已經恢復正常。 例外的是馬莫德．Muhammad.法德希，他必須回去旅館，打開電腦，發一封電子郵件給目前人在羅馬的穆罕默德．Hasan.艾丁，請求指示。 到那時候，多米尼克也已經坐在自己的電腦前，正在寫一封準備發給園區的電子郵件，把今天的經過告訴他們，並請求指示下一個任務。