Chapter 24 Chapter 22 The Spanish Steps

You are joking!Little Jack said so immediately. God, please give me a stupid opponent!Brian responded that it was a prayer they taught us at the boot training center.The trouble is, sooner or later they get smarter. The same goes for the bad guys, echoed Dominique, and the problem with law enforcement is that we usually catch dumbass.It's rare to even hear of smart villains.That's why it took us so long to beat the Mafia, and they're not all that smart.But yes, it's Darwinian survival of the fittest, and in a way we're helping them produce more intelligent people. Any news from headquarters?Brian asked.

Please check the time, they don't get to work in another hour, Jr. Jack explained, so, did the guy really get hit? Brian nodded.The guy was knocked down and run over like a dog gets run over in the road.Hit by a tram.The good news is, this can cover everything up.You're out of luck, Mr. Islam. The scene of the crash was not even a mile from St Elizabeth's Hospital in Invaledon Street, and ambulance crews walked in with the body parts.They had called the hospital beforehand, so no one was surprised that they were carrying three large body bags. These body bags were neatly placed in the pathological examination room, and there was no need to send them to the death and injury treatment center, because the cause of death was already obvious and there was nothing to doubt.The only hard part is drawing blood for toxicity testing.The body was in pieces, most of the blood had been drained, but the internal organs, mainly the spleen and the brain, could still draw enough blood with a syringe, and then sent to the laboratory to check for anesthesia or alcohol.Also, at the time of the autopsy, the only part that could not be found was a broken leg, but since the body was run over by a tram, that meant that even a broken knee was impossible to find, as both his legs were less than It was crushed to pieces within three seconds.They got his name and identity from his wallet, and the police checked in the hotel to see if he had left his passport so that the correct embassy could be notified.

Surprisingly, his face was very peaceful.People who die accidentally usually have their eyes wide open, with a panicked and painful expression on their faces. However, pathologists also know that it is difficult to have certain rules to follow even in serious injuries and deaths, and there is no need for in-depth examinations.Perhaps, if he had been shot, they could have found the wound, but there was no reason to doubt that at the moment.The police have questioned 17 witnesses within 30 meters of the scene.On the whole, the content of the autopsy report will be very simple, at most it is just an official document signed by the forensic doctor.

God.Granger was taken aback, how did they do it?Then, he picked up the phone, Gray?quickly come.Target number three was also placed in a body bag.You must read this report.After he put the phone back, he muttered to himself aloud.OK, so where are we going to send them next? This problem is solved on another floor.Tony.Wells copied all the files downloaded by Little Jack, and the top one among the many downloaded files was the shortest.So he picked up the phone and called Rick.Bell. The saddest thing is Max.Weber.It took nearly half an hour for his initial disbelief and shock to subside, and then he began to vomit, his eyes replaying the horrible scene of the knocked body sliding into his sight, and the two terrible sounds of the tram bang bang.It wasn't his fault, he told himself.The idiot just fell right in front of him, like a drunk, except it was too early for anyone to have had too much beer.He had been in a few accidents before, most of them hitting the bumper of other people's cars because they swerved suddenly in front of his tram.But he had never seen, and rarely heard of, a fatal car accident on a tram.He actually hit and killed a person.Him, Max.It wasn't his fault that Weber took a life.He told himself that every minute for the next two hours.The supervisor allowed him to not have to go to work that day, so he drove home in his Audi, but parked in front of a tavern a block from his house because he didn't want to drink alone that day.

Little Jack checked the files he had downloaded from the park, and Dominic and Brian were there, having a late lunch and drinking beer.It's all routine stuff, it's all emails sent or received by people suspected of being part of the group.Most of these people are just ordinary people, and there are people from all over the world. They have written some important keywords once or twice, so they were noticed by Fort Meade's echelon interception system.At this time, he found an e-mail like the others, except that its e-mail address was: [email protected]. Hey guys, our friend down the street was supposed to meet another messenger, so it looks like.The messenger wrote to our old friend Mr. Fifty Six Moha asking for instructions.

oh?Dominic came over to look, what can be seen from this? I just got a new email address from AOL (America Online): [email protected] If he gets a reply from Fifty Six Moha, then maybe we can get some info.Fifty Six Moha is the commander of operations for these bad guys, I think.The NSA had been targeting him about six months ago.His emails are encrypted, but the NSA knows how to crack them, and we can read most of his emails. How soon can you see a reply?Dominic asked. That depends on Mr. Fifty-Six Moher, said Little Jack, and we'll just have to sit here and wait. knew.Brian, who was sitting in the window seat, said so.

Little Jack doesn't slow them down, I've found.Handley said. You thought he could?God, Gray, I told you so.Granger said.He was thankful to God that he had warned beforehand, but he did not speak his mind now.Anyway, they are now asking us to give them instructions. Your plan is to take out four targets.So, who is the number four target?the former senator asked. This time it was Granger's turn to be humble.Not sure yet.Honestly, I didn't expect them to be so efficient.I've been expecting that, so far, our assassination efforts should yield targets of real importance, but no one has come up yet.I have some candidates to choose from.I'll check it out this afternoon.His phone rang, of course, come on, Rick.He put the phone down, Rick.Bell said he had some interesting stuff.

Two minutes later, the door opened.Oh hi, Gray.Glad you're here too.Sam, Bell turned his head we just received this.He sent a printout of the e-mail. Granger took a look.We know this guy. of course I know.He was the commander of operations for our friends.We had previously guessed that his base was in Rome.Well, we guessed right.Like all bureaucrats, especially senior ones, Bell was fond of touting his own merits. Granger handed the paper to Handley.Alright, Gray, that's Goal #4.I don't like to just randomly find someone to top up like this. I don't like coincidences either, Gray, but if you hit the lottery, you don't get your money back.Granger said.It occurred to him then that what a well-known coach had said was true: luck doesn't go to street bums.Rick, is this guy worth getting rid of?

Yes, worth it, Bell nodded enthusiastically, and confirmed that we don't know much about him, but what we do know is bad enough.He is in charge of directing the operation; we are 100 percent sure of that.Gray.It feels right too.One of his men saw the other fall and reported it to him, and the guy got the report and wrote back.do you know?If I had a chance to run into the guy who invented the echelon system, I'd probably buy him a beer. Startle the snake.Granger said.He now praised himself without humility.Shit, I know this plan works.You got a big hive this time, and some big bees are going to fly out.

Watch out, they'll bite your ass hard, warns Handley, well, now what? Let them do it, before the fox hides again, Granger replied immediately, if we can catch this guy, maybe we can get some really valuable information. Handley turned away.Rick? I agree, go for it.He said. Well, then, let's get into action!Handley agreed, and passed on the word. The advantage of electronic communication is that you don't have to wait too long.In fact, little Jack has already learned the important part. Okay two, Mr. Fifty Six Moha's name is Muhammad, no big news, it's the most common name in the world.Also, he said, he was currently in Rome, staying at the Hotel Excelsior, Via Vittoria Veneto 125.

I've heard of that restaurant, said Brian, it's expensive and luxurious.It seems that our friends like to live in luxury hotels. He used Nigel in the restaurant.Hutchins' name is registered.That's a perfectly English name.Do you think he is British? Someone named Muhammad?Dominic was skeptical. Probably a pseudonym, An Zuo.Little Jack answered.Pop Dominic's fantasy balloon in one go.There is no photo, so it is impossible to guess his identity and background.Well, he has a mobile phone, but Mahmoud is the guy who saw our bird go down this morning and must know his number.Little Jack paused, wondering why he didn't just call him.Uh-huh.Oh, and the Italian police gave us some intercepted phone calls.Maybe, they are listening to the airwaves, our little friends are careful. Makes sense, but why do you want to pass things over the Internet? Because, he thought it was safe.The NSA has cracked many encryption systems on the market without users knowing it.And those people in Fort Meade are very good at cracking these things. Once they crack it, they will crack it forever, but the users don't know it at all. In fact, Little Jack didn't know the real reason either.Programmers are lobbied, and they often agree that installing backdoors in their encrypted programs is either for patriotism, money, or most often both.Fifty-six Mr. Moha is using the most expensive encryption software on the market. Its manual boldly declares that no one can crack it because it has a patented deduction method.Of course, it doesn't explain it, it's just because it uses a 256-bit encryption process, such a huge number really makes people feel powerful.Moreover, its manual does not say that the engineer who wrote this software used to work at Fort Meade, which is why he was hired. Besides remembering that he once swore to be loyal to his country, there is no need to pay a million Tax dollars are the real key.The money allowed the engineer to buy a house in Marin County.As a result, the California real estate market, even now, is serving America's security interests. So, we can read their emails?Dominic asked. In part, Jack Jr. confirmed that the campus downloaded most of what the NSA had taken from Fort Meade, and when they cross-wired with the CIA for analysis, we intercepted it.This is actually not as complicated as it sounds. Dominique thought a lot about this question in just a few seconds.Hold.He let out a deep breath and looked up at the high ceiling of Little Jack's suite.No wonder.Stop for a while, no more beer, Aldo, and we'll drive to Rome.Brian nodded. There's no room for three people in the car, right?asked little Jack. I'm afraid not, boy, not a Porsche 9-11. Well, I'll fly to Rome.Little Jack went to the phone and called downstairs.Within ten minutes, he had already booked a seat and took a Boeing 737 passenger plane of Alitalia to Rome's Leonardo da Vinci International Airport.He's leaving in an hour and a half and is thinking about changing his socks.If there is anything in this life that he hates the most, it is taking off his shoes at the airport for inspection.He packed his luggage in a few minutes, and as soon as he walked out of the room, he met the waiter who came to help him with his luggage.A Mercedes taxi quickly whisked him out of town. Dominique and Brian hadn't unpacked everything, so they were ready to go in ten minutes.Dominique called the waiter, and Brian went downstairs to the newsstand outside the hotel and bought a plastic-covered map with road maps for western and southern Austria.With that, and the euros he had withdrawn this morning, he figured, that would probably work, but hoped Dominique wouldn't drive the car off the Alpine road.The ugly blue Porsche was driven up to the hotel gate, and when he walked by, the waiter was pushing their luggage into the small luggage compartment in front of the car.Two minutes later, he looked down at the map to see the fastest route to Sudotoba. Little Jack finally boards the plane, but he must first endure the shame of the shoe check, which has become the price of commercial flying around the world, and enough to make him nostalgic for his days on Air Force One.He recalled how comfortable and well cared for he was then, plus the incredible speed.He didn't realize until later that the pain of flying that ordinary people have to endure is like hitting a brick wall.But for now, he has to worry about hotel accommodation.How to solve this problem on the plane?He had a payphone attached to his first-class seat, so he took out his black Amex card, swiped it on the phone's plastic paycheck, and launched his first-ever attempt to conquer European telephony.Which hotel?Well, why not try the Excelsior?Trying a second time, he got through to the restaurant's counter and was informed that they still had a few rooms available.He booked a junior suite, was pleased with himself, and took a glass of Tuscany from the smiling stewardess.Even in the midst of his hectic life, he had learned how to be comfortable just knowing what the next step was, and right now, his next step was just on the horizon. German autobahn engineers must have taught the Austrians everything they knew, Dominic thought.Or, smart people all read the same textbooks.In short, the highway here is not much different from the highway across the United States, but the road signs here are so different that they are almost incomprehensible, mainly because there are almost no other words on them except for the city name. Moreover, the names of these cities are all in foreign characters.He guessed that the black number on a white background inside the red circle was the speed limit, but it was kilometers, and three kilometers equaled two miles.Speed ​​limits in Austria are not as wide as in Germany.Maybe they don't have many doctors to treat car accident injuries, but even in the mountains, these highway curves have good guardrails and shoulders, and there is enough in case a driver is confused. swing space.The Porsche had a speed limiter, so he set the speed at five kilometers above the speed limit, just to satisfy the feeling of being a little faster.He couldn't be sure that his FBI papers would keep him from being ticketed, as he has done across the United States. How far is it, Aldo?Dominique asked the navigator sitting next to him. It seems to be more than a thousand kilometers away from our current location, let's count it as ten hours, maybe. Heck, that's just warm-up time, maybe another two hours or so before I have to refuel.Have you got the cash? A total of seven hundred euros.The money can also be used in Italy, thank god if it's old lire it's killing you, traffic looks good.Bryan commented. Yes, and everyone is very well behaved, Dominic agrees, the map is okay, right? Yes, it covers the whole range along the way.When you arrive in Italy, you need to buy another map of Rome. Ok, that shouldn't be hard.Dominic couldn't help but thank the merciful God for having an older brother who could read maps.We can stop by for a bite to eat when we stop for gas. Got it, buddy.Brian looked up at the high mountains in the distance. He couldn't tell how far it was, but in the days when he had to walk or ride a horse, it must have been an extremely long distance.People at that time must have been more patient than modern people.Now, the seats are quite comfortable, and his brother doesn't drive too wildly. It turns out that the Italians are not only good racers, but also good pilots.The pilot in front of me gently drove his plane onto the runway, and then taxied smoothly.Little Jack has flown many times so far, so he won't be as nervous as his father used to get on the plane, but like most people, he travels on foot or in a vehicle that can see the road. Always feel safer.He also saw Mercedes taxis here, and found a driver who not only spoke some English, but also knew how to get to the restaurant. The highways in Italy looked pretty much the same as those around the world, and for a moment little Jack didn't even know which country he was in.The scenery outside the airport looks like the countryside, but those sloping roofs are not the same as those at home.Apparently there must be very little snow here, so the roof is so thin.It was already late spring and the weather was very warm. He could wear only a short-sleeved shirt, but he would not feel oppressed at all mentally.He had already come to Italy once with his father, as if to attend some economic conference, but the whole time he had been in an embassy car.Treating yourself like a prince is all very well, but it makes you lose sight of east, west, south, north and south, remembering only the places he's seen, not how you got there. This is the city of Caesar, and there have been many historical celebrities, both good and bad.Most, though, have done bad things, because that's the way history is.And that's why he's in this city now, he reminded himself.It's a really good reminder that, really, he's not the arbiter of good or bad in the world, just a guy in the secret service of his own country, so it's not entirely his responsibility to make that decision.Being a president is not fun like his father has been for more than four years, even with that much power and respect from the people, but power and responsibility are directly proportional, and it creates a lot of pressure if you have a conscience .It's comforting to think that you're doing work that other people think is necessary.At the same time, Little Jack reminded himself that he could give up this job at any time. Although there may be some bad consequences, it should not be too serious.In any case, it must not be more serious than what he and his two cousins ​​are doing now. Victoria Veneto Avenue does not look like a tourist area, but more like a commercial area. The trees on both sides of the road are a bit dilapidated.Surprisingly, this hotel is not a tall building at all, nor does it have a luxurious gate.Little Jack paid the taxi fare and went in, the porter at the gate was carrying his luggage.The hall is full of exquisite wood carvings and supplies, and the service staff are all courteous.If this is also an Olympic event, the European must be ahead of other regions. A porter led him to his room.There is air conditioning inside, and the cool air in the suite makes people feel very comfortable. Excuse me, what's your name?he asked the porter. Stefano, the man replied. Do you know you have a guest here named Hutchins?Nigel.Hutchins? British?Yes, he's three rooms away, just down the corridor.friend! He is my brother's friend.Please don't tell him.Maybe I can surprise him a bit.Little Jack said, and handed him a twenty-euro note. Of course, sir. Fine, thank you. You're welcome!Stefano replied, and went back down the hall. It was dangerous as far as the code of conduct was concerned, Little Jack told himself, but since they had no picture of the bird, they had to try to figure out what he looked like.After tidying up a bit, he picked up the phone. You have a call.The voice prompt on Brian's cell phone issued a low reminder, repeated three times in a row before he took out the cell phone from his coat pocket. Hello.Who will call him?He felt strange. Aldo, I'm Little Jack and I've checked into the Hotel Excelsior.Shall I book two rooms here for you too?It's a nice place.I think you two will like it. Wait a moment.He puts his phone on his lap, and you never know which hotel Little Jack has checked into.He didn't have to say the name of the restaurant. You are joking.Dominic replied. No.He wondered if he was going to book a room for us there too.What do you think? hateful.Dominic thought for a moment, well, he's our intelligence instructor, isn't he? I think it's a little too obvious, but since you say Brian picks up the phone, Jr. Jack, let's do it, man. great!I'll take care of it.Unless I call again and say there are no rooms, you just come here. Got it, little Jack, goodbye. bye!Brian heard the other party hang up the phone, so he pressed the stop button.do you know?An Zuo, I don't think this is a smart approach. The other is there, on the spot, he has eyes to see.If the situation is not right, we can always leave. That's true, I think.The map said that in five miles there would be a tunnel.The clock on the dashboard showed it was four past five.They had a smooth journey, taking a straight mountain road, just rounding a small town or city called Bagsdon.They had to go through the tunnel or make a long detour. Little Jack turned on the computer.It took him ten minutes to figure out how to get his computer connected to the hotel's phone system, and finally connected to the Internet, found his mailbox, and found multiple e-mails addressed to him.There was a letter from Granger praising them for their successful mission in Vienna, but that had nothing to do with him.But what followed was a letter from Bell and Wells, their assessment of Mr. Fifty-Six Moha.Fifty-Six Mr. Moha is the bad guy's operational commander.One of the things he may have directed or planned was the shootings that resulted in a lot of people being killed in shopping malls around Little Jack's own country, so the bastard has to go to God.The report did not detail what he had done, what training he had, what specialties he had, or whether he knew he carried a gun with him, all information he wanted to know.After reading the deciphered letter, Little Jack added a password to it again and saved it in the folder of the operation, so that he could read it with Brian and Dominic later. Driving in a tunnel is like playing a computer game.Keep going, keep going, it seems endless, but at least there are not many cars in the tunnel, unlike the Mont Blanca tunnel on the border between France and Switzerland that was crowded with cars a few years ago and resulted in a fire tragedy.After what seemed like half a century, they finally emerged from the other side of the tunnel.From there, it looks like it's all downhill. There is a gas station in front.Bryan reported.That's right, there is a sign of Yierfu gas station half a mile ahead, and the Porsche's fuel tank needs to be refueled. Great, I can get down and stretch and go to the bathroom. The gas station was fairly clean by American standards, but the eating places were different, no Burger King or Lowe's Logis that you see everywhere in Virginia.However, the urine buckets in the men's toilets are all clean.Gasoline is sold in liters, which makes them unclear whether it is expensive or cheap.Dominic quickly calculated in his mind.God, they sell so much oil here! Company credit card, buddy.Brian comforted him and threw him a pack of biscuits at the same time, let's go, An Zuo.Italy is waiting for us. very good.The six-cylinder engine roared again, and they continued on. It's really nice to be able to come down and stretch your legs.Dominique said while speeding up to top speed. Yeah, that's pretty good, Brian agrees, four hundred and fifty miles to go, if I'm right. It was nothing more than a walk in the park.About six hours, if the traffic is smooth.He adjusted his sunglasses and shook his shoulders a little.In the same hotel as the one we're taking out. I've been wondering about this for a while.He didn't know us at all, and probably didn't even know that he was being hunted.Think about it: two heart attacks, one of which was witnessed by one of their comrades, and one traffic accident, also witnessed by someone he knew well.It seems like sheer bad luck, but there's no suspicion of an enemy plot, is there? I'd be a little nervous if I were him.Dominic said loudly. If it was him, it might be really nervous.But if he sees us, he'll think we're just two heretics, brother.Unless he's seen more than once that we're on the action scene now, not in the office.There's no rule saying we can't do this, Anzo. Hope you are right, Aldo.The sight of that day in the mall was truly terrifying and it will stick with me for a while. Agreed, buddy. This is not the highest point in the Alps.The highest points are on the north and west sides. If they walked on foot like the Roman legion, it must be very hard.However, the Roman legions were already walking on the opened road at that time, and considered themselves happy enough.That might be better than a dirt track, Brian thought, but certainly not much better, especially since they were both carrying heavy loads, like the backpacks his fellow Marines carried in Afghanistan.The Roman legions were known for their toughness and bravery in their time, probably no different from those soldiers who die in battle today.But in ancient times, they dealt with bad guys more directly. They will kill the bad guy's family, including their friends, their neighbors, even their dog, and more importantly, they will let everyone know that it was all done by them.In this day and age of CNN, that's totally out of the question, and really, there aren't many Marines who would tolerate such an act of total carnage.It's okay to kill one at a time, as long as you can be sure that you are not killing innocent people.Killing innocent people indiscriminately is what people on the other side do.It's really a pity that they don't dare to show up on the battlefield like men.Come to think of it, terrorists are very real in addition to their evil nature.They do not feel the need to engage in such open combat, since they are not only bound to lose, but to be slaughtered like sheep in a sheepfold.But a real man raises his fighters, trains them, equips them, and sends them out to fight, instead of sneaking like rats to nibble babies in their cradles. Even in war, there are rules, and they must be announced to everyone, because there are some things worse than war, which are absolutely forbidden by soldiers in uniform.You cannot intentionally injure a non-combatant, and try to avoid it.The Marine Corps is investing a considerable amount of time, money, and energy in learning urban warfare, and the hardest part of it is how to avoid hurting civilians and women with prams.Even if you know that one of those women probably has a weapon stashed next to the baby in their stroller, and they'd love to see the back of the Marine, preferably two or three meters away so they can Accurately shoot the bullet to the target. There are of course inconveniences in following the rules of war.But for Brian, that's a thing of the past.No, he and his brother were playing the game by the enemy's rules, and as long as the enemy didn't know it, the game was in their favor.How many lives were saved after they'd already taken out a banker, a recruiter, and a messenger?The problem is, you'll never know the answer.It's a complex theory and extremely impossible to apply in real life.They will never know how much contribution they have made and how many lives have been saved after killing Mr. Fifty-six Moha.But even if you can't come up with numbers, that doesn't mean it's not true. In fact, it's as real as his brother's killing of a child killer in Alabama.They are doing things for God, even if they are not accountants, they will not calculate the final amount. We're working in God's field, Brian thought.Of course, these meadows in the Alps are really green and beautiful, he thought, looking at the lonely shepherd beside the road. where does he liveHandley asked. Excelsior Hotel, Rick.Bell replied that he lived in the same row as our friend. I think we children should learn more about the code of conduct.Granger said worriedly. Everyone think about it, Bell suggested that the other party doesn't know anything at all.They're probably more worried about the waiter who's coming to pick up their laundry for them, and not pay any attention to Jack or the twins at all.They don't know the names, they don't know what's going on, they don't know there's an enemy group out there, they're not even sure if someone's coming to kill them. But that's a very unintelligent course of action, Granger insisted, if Jake had any brains so what?Bell asked, well, fine, I know, I'm just a home agent, not a field officer, but the logic is still the same.They don't know and can't know anything about the park.Even if Fifty-Six Moha was nervous, it was disorienting anxiety, and, damn it, he probably already had a lot of anxiety about his organization.But if you're afraid of everyone, you can't be an intelligence officer, can you?As long as our guys blend in with the background crowd and don't stand out, there's nothing to worry about unless they do something really stupid, and these kids aren't that stupid, if I'm not mistaken. During this time Handley just sat in his chair, did not speak, but let his eyes fall to and fro on the speaker, and from one person to another.In James.In the Pound movie, the M must be like this.Being in charge is of course very cool, but it is also stressful.Yes, he locked the undated presidential pardon in the safe, but that didn't mean he wanted to use it.That would make him an even worse social fringe than he is now, and the journalists would certainly not let him go, would harass him until the day he died, and that would be no fun. Let's hope they don't pretend to be a waiter and finish him off in a hotel room.Handley said loudly. Hey, if they were that stupid, they would have been in a German prison somewhere.Granger pointed out. Border checks into Italy are no more troublesome than entering Virginia from Tennessee, a great benefit of the European Union.The first Italian city they entered was Villaco, whose inhabitants looked more German than Italian Sicilians.From here they must change onto the A23 road and head southwest.They still need to learn more about these highway interchanges, Dominique thought, but these roads must be in much better condition than when the Italians held the famous Millennium Race in the 1950s, because there were too many people. The famous Grand Prix had to be canceled after several people were killed while watching the race from the sides of a country road.The land here is not different from that in Austria, and even the farmhouse buildings are very similar.Overall, it's beautiful country, somewhat like eastern Tennessee and western Virginia, with rolling hills and cows that are milked maybe twice a day for children on both sides of the border . The next city was Udine, then Mestr, and they changed again to the A4 motorway to Padua, where they changed to the A13 motorway, and after driving for more than an hour, they arrived in Bologna. .The Apennines were to their left, and the Marine part of Brian couldn't help but look at the mountains and shudder at the thought that it had once been a famous battleground.But then, his stomach started growling again. do you know?Anzo, every town we pass through has at least one great restaurant with great pasta, homemade cheese, and good wine. I'm hungry too, Brian.That's right, we're surrounded by Italian food.Unfortunately, we have a task ahead of us. I just hope that bastard is worth giving up so many good things, man. We can't ask why, bro.Dominic reminded him. Yes, but, you can still whine.Dominic started laughing.He didn't like it either.The food in Munich and Vienna was excellent, but where they are now, it's where it all started.拿破崙當年出外打仗時，一定帶著一位義大利廚師同行，法國現代美食大部分都是直接傳承自這個人，就好像所有的賽馬都是一匹名叫日蝕的阿拉伯種馬的直系後裔。但他居然不知道那位義大利廚師的名字。真可惜，他心裡這樣想。這時候，他們正經過一輛牽引機旁，開車的那名農夫可能知道當地最好的餐廳。 他們把汽車頭燈打開這是義大利的規定，並且由他們的高速公路警察執行取締，而這些警察並不是以慈悲出名的。他們以時速一百五十公里的速度穩定前進，大約是時速九十哩多一點，保時捷似乎很喜歡這樣的速度。這種車子的耗油量超過二十五大概是這麼多，多米尼克猜。一公升汽油跑多少公里，以及一加侖汽油跑多少哩，這兩者的換算對他來說，實在有點困難，尤其是他現在還必須專心開車。在波隆那，他們接上A一高速公路，繼續向南行駛前往佛羅倫斯，這是卡魯索家族的發源城市。高速公路直接穿過山區轉向西南方向，這條路造得極其美麗。 繞過佛羅倫斯，讓布萊恩覺得很難過，他知道在維奇歐橋附近有一家很好的餐廳，是他們的一位遠親開的，那兒的酒棒極了，那兒的食物值得讓國王去品嘗，但這時距羅馬只有兩小時車程。他記得有一次坐火車前往那兒，身上穿著綠色軍便服，同時繫上軍官腰帶，表明他的專業身分，當然了，義大利人很喜歡美國陸戰隊員，應該說，全世界文明人士都喜歡。他很痛恨搭火車回去羅馬，然後再從那兒前往那不勒斯和他的軍艦，但他的時間不是自己能夠控制的。 It is the same now.他們向南行駛時，看到更多的山，但現在，有些路標已經出現羅馬字樣，太好了。 小傑克在怡東酒店的餐廳用餐，食物果然如他預期的一樣出色，服務生待他如上賓，把他當成好像離家多年、今天才回到家裡的重要家族成員。他唯一抱怨的是，餐廳裡幾乎每個人都在抽菸。真是的，也許義大利人不知道二手菸的危險。他從小到大，就一直聽到母親向他灌輸這種想法，而且也經常針對老爸說，因為他老是努力要戒掉這種壞習慣，卻又老是失敗。他慢慢享用晚餐，只有沙拉比較普通。即使義大利人也無法改變萵苣，不過，沙拉醬倒是很不錯。 他選擇坐在角落的位置，以便觀察整個餐廳。其他用餐人看來都很普通，跟他自己一樣，全都穿得很正式。他房間的住客服務手冊裡並沒有說，到餐廳用餐時要打領帶，但他還是打上了，而且義大利是全球流行時尚之都。他希望能在這兒買一套衣服，如果時間許可的話。餐廳裡大約有三、四十人，傑克首先排除那些有老婆在旁的客人。他要找的人，年約三十歲，單獨一個人用餐，在飯店裡登記的姓名是奈吉爾．郝金斯。最後，只剩下三個可能人選。他接著看看其中有幾個不像是阿拉伯人的，結果又排除掉一個。就是這樣子了，接下來該怎麼辦？他應該採取某種行動來證實是那個人嗎？如果採取行動的話，應該不會妨礙到雙胞胎的任務吧？除非他表明自己的身分是情報人員。 但是為什麼要冒險？he asked himself.為什麼不暫時在旁觀察，保持冷靜？ 想到這兒，他打消行動的念頭。最好採取其他方法來指認目標。 羅馬確實是很好的城市，穆罕默德．Hasan.艾丁如此告訴自己。他經常想到，是不是要在這兒租間公寓，或甚至買棟房子。你甚至可在猶太人區租房子；那兒有幾家餐廳的食物是按照猶太教規做過潔淨處理的，所以菜單上的東西都可以安心點來吃。他曾經有一次到花市看一間公寓，但是，雖然價錢並不離譜即使是報給觀光客的價錢，一想到會因此被固定在一處地點，就把他嚇退了。在他這一行裡，最好保持機動性。敵人無法攻擊他們找不到的目標。他曾經冒險殺害了猶太人格林高德，認為這只是他個人的一項小小娛樂，結果卻因此被大公本人嚴加斥責，並且命令他以後絕對不可以再幹這種事情。萬一因此被莫薩德弄到他的一張照片呢？那麼，他對組織會有多少價值呢？大公表現得極其憤怒。他的同志們都知道，大公這人脾氣極其火爆。所以，不可以再幹那種事。他甚至不再隨身帶著那把刀子，而是把它放進刮鬍刀盒子裡，存放在隱密地點，但他還是會偶爾把它拿出來，檢查留在折疊刀柄上的猶太血跡。 所以，現在，在羅馬，他住在這兒。下一次在他回家後他還會再回來，也許改住許願泉旁邊另一家很不錯的高級飯店，他想，雖然目前這家飯店的地點比較適合他的活動。至於食物，嗯，義大利菜本來就很美味，比他想的要好很多，不像他老家的菜色那麼簡單。羊肉是很不錯，但也不能天天吃。 這兒的人不會因為你只是小飲一口酒，就把你當異教徒，對你投以異樣的眼光。他不知道先知穆罕默德是否故意允許信徒們喝用蜂蜜製成的蜂蜜酒，或者他根本就不知道有蜂蜜酒這種東西存在。他在劍橋大學讀書時，曾經嘗過一次，結論是，只有想喝酒想得發瘋的人，才會去喝那種酒，更別提整晚都喝了。所以說，先知穆罕默德也並不是那麼完美。他自己也是，這位恐怖分子如此提醒自己。他替信徒犧牲很多，所以可以稍微偏離真理大道。畢竟，一個人被迫和那些鼠輩一起生活，是應該允許他喝點酒。 侍者過來收走他的盤子，他決定不吃甜點了。如果他想繼續用英國商人的身分做掩護，並且還要能穿得下他的布里歐尼義大利名牌西裝，就必須維持苗條的身材。於是，他站起來，離開餐廳，走到大廳搭乘電梯。 小傑克本來想到餐廳的酒吧喝杯睡前酒，但他想了一下後，決定不喝了，於是又走出餐廳。那兒早已有人，且這人先進了電梯。兩人眼光不經意對望了一下，小傑克伸手想去按三樓的電鈕，但發現那早已亮著。原來，這位衣著體面的英國紳士他看來像英國人跟他住在同一樓。 這豈不是很有趣？ 不到幾秒鐘時間，電梯就已經停止，電梯門打開。 怡東酒店並不高，但占地很大，走廊很長，那人走出電梯後，右轉，沿著走廊往前走，小傑克放慢腳步，遠遠跟著他，果然沒錯，他經過小傑克的房間後，還繼續往前走，經過一二在第三間房間前停下，並且轉身。然後他回頭看著小傑克，也許是在懷疑，他是不是被人跟蹤了。但小傑克也停下來，並且取出他自己的鑰匙，接著，也轉頭看著另外那個人，以一種漫不經心、所有人都知道的、陌生人對陌生人的聲音說道：晚安。 你也晚安，先生。對方以受過良好教育的英國式英語回答。 小傑克走進他的房間，心想，他以前曾經聽過那種腔調，就像他在白宮或是陪著父親前往倫敦時，見過的那些英國外交官。他有著英國人特有的那種桃紅與淡黃混雜的膚色，以及上流社會的腔調 而且，他登記的姓名是奈吉爾．郝金斯。 我還有你的一封電子郵件呢，朋友。小傑克對著地毯低聲說，王八蛋。 光是在羅馬市區街道就繞了幾乎一個小時，這個城市的設計者好像完全不懂得什麼叫城市設計，布萊恩心想，一面設法想要找到維多利亞維尼托大道。最後，他終於知道，他們已經很接近，因為行駛過一個可能曾經是城門的地方，當初這個城市建有城牆，目的是阻止漢尼拔攻入。接著，先左轉再右轉，他們已經知道，在羅馬，即使是同名稱街道，也並不一定都是成一直線，所以必須繞著瑪格麗塔宮才能到達怡東酒店。到了目的地後，多米尼克覺得他開車已經開得夠久，今後幾天大概都不會再想要開車了。三分鐘後，他們的行李已經從行李廂中取出，人也來到接待櫃檯。 你們有一封留言，要你們來到後，馬上打電話給雷恩先生。你們的房間就在他隔壁。櫃檯接待職員告訴他們，接著揮手召來行李員，他領著他們來到電梯。 你今天開車可開得夠久了，老弟。布萊恩靠著電梯說。 Indeed.多米尼克同意說。 我是說，我知道你喜歡開快車和把馬子，但下一次可不可以坐坐飛機？也許你還可以認識一位空姐，知道嗎？ 你這傢伙滿討人厭的。多米尼克說完，馬上打了一個呵欠。 請這邊走，先生。行李員揮手指示方向。 留字條在櫃檯的那位先生，他在哪兒？ Mr. Wren?他就住這兒。行李員指著說。 這倒很方便。多米尼克大聲說。接著，他想起了別的事情。他走進房裡，打開和布萊恩房間相通的那扇門，給了行李員很好的小費。然後，從口袋裡拿出那張紙條，打了電話。 Hello? 我們就在你隔壁，正牌。Any news?Brian asked. 兩個房間？ right. 猜猜看，你們隔壁住著什麼人？ please tell me. 一位英國人，奈吉爾．郝金斯先生。小傑克告訴他的兩位表兄，同時等著他們的震驚情緒消退。We must talk. 我們馬上過去，小子。 小傑克還來不及穿上拖鞋，他們已經到了。 這一路開車還愉快吧？asked little Jack. 多米尼克從迷你酒吧拿出一瓶酒，把酒倒進杯子裡。瓶子裡所剩已經不多。路途滿遠的。 你開車？ 沒錯，因為我想活著到達這兒，老弟。 nonsense!布萊恩大聲叫道，他是想開保時捷，他說，開著保時捷就像做愛，而且還更美妙得多。 那你還需要有很好的技術才行，但即使是做愛，也會讓人累壞。do you know?多米尼克放下他的酒杯。你剛才說。 Yes, there it is.小傑克指著牆壁說。然後用手指著自己的眼睛。我見過這傢伙了。雙胞胎以點頭代替回答。好吧，你們兩位去睡覺。我明天打電話給你們，然後再來想想我們的約會。okay? 很好，布萊恩同意，明天早上大約九點打電話給我們，好嗎？ 沒問題，明天見。小傑克向門口走去。不久之後，他回到電腦前。接著，突然想到，他不是在這兒的唯一一個人，不是嗎？這可能很有價值。 第二天早上八點來得比預期快。穆罕默德已經起床，兩眼明亮，頭髮梳得很整齊，打開電腦，查看他的電子郵件。馬莫德也在羅馬，是昨天晚上抵達的，在五十六莫哈電子郵件信箱的最上面一封，就是來自Gadfly097。這的那一封，要求他指示會面地點。穆罕默德想了一下，決定表現一下他的幽默感。 喬凡尼餐廳，西班牙廣場，他回信說：下午一點三十分。請小心按照標準程序進行。他的意思是要求對方執行反情報措施。最近一連三位同志死亡，雖然沒有明確的理由去懷疑這裡面有什麼陰謀，但他能夠在情報界這一行活到三十一歲，並不是因為他很笨。他有能力從危險中分辨出什麼是安全的，他想。他在六星期前剛殺害大衛．格林高德，因為那位猶太人分辨不出什麼是陷阱，即使已經有人要咬他屁股了哦，應該是頸背，穆罕默德想起當時情景，忍不住露出微笑。 也許他應該開始再隨身帶著刀子，只是希望帶來好運。從事他這一行的，很多人都相信運氣，就像那些運動員和球員。也許大公是對的。殺死那位莫薩德人員只會替他們帶來沒有必要的危險，因為那會引來敵人。組織的敵人已經夠多，即使那些敵人還不知道組織是誰，以及是什麼。他們最好保持神祕，讓異教徒覺得他們就像陰影。而且是在黑暗房間裡的陰影，看不到，感覺不到。他的同志們都很痛恨莫薩德，但那是因為害怕莫薩德，才會痛恨他們。猶太人很令人敬畏。他們很惡毒，但也很聰明。and.有誰知道他們掌握了哪些情報，以及他們用美國人的錢收買了哪些阿拉伯叛徒呢？目前還看不出有人背叛組織的跡象，但他記得那位前蘇聯國安會官員尤里的話：只有你信任的人，才有可能背叛你。 那麼快就殺死那位前蘇聯官員可能是個錯誤。他是很有經驗的外勤情報員，大部分都在歐洲和美國活動，可能還有很多故事可以告訴他們，而每一個故事都可以讓他們學到一些教訓。穆罕默德記得曾經和那名官員談過話，對他的經驗和研判留下很深刻的印象。本能固然很好，但本能其實只是一種心理毛病。尤里很詳細地解釋如何判斷一個人，如何分辨出什麼人是真正的情報員，什麼是普通老百姓。他本來還有很多故事可以說的，但卻被一發九公釐子彈擊中腦後，取走了他的性命。這也違背了先知有關待客的嚴格與可敬的規定：如果某人吃你的鹽，即使他是異教徒，也應該在你的房裡安全度過。不過，違反這項規定的是大公，他說他是無神論者，所以不受回教律法規範。 但不管如何，穆罕默德也學到了幾個教訓。他的電子郵件全都用最好的加密軟體加上密碼，一個字一個字地打進他的電腦裡，因此除了他本人，沒有人讀得懂他的電子郵件。所以，他的電子通訊應該很安全。他的外表看起來也不像阿拉伯人，講話的腔調也不像。他也不會穿得像阿拉伯人。他住過的每家旅館都知道他會喝酒，而這種國際級旅館本來就知道回教徒不喝酒。因此，他應該是百分之百安全。哦，沒錯，莫薩德是知道有個長相像他的人殺死格林高德那頭豬，但他不認為，他們手中會有他的照片，除非被那位他花錢請來欺騙他們的人出賣，否則他們不會知道他是誰，以及他是幹什麼的。 尤里警告過他，你不可能什麼事情都知道。但是如果太過謹慎，卻也可能讓原本沒想到要跟蹤他的人起疑心，懷疑他可能真的有問題，因為專業的情報人員可以看得出一般人不會使用的一些欺敵手法，而那只要小心觀察，就可以看得出來。這就像一個大輪子，一直在轉，但總是會轉回到相同的地方，並且以相同的方向旋轉，從來不停止，但也從來不會脫離它的主要道路。一個大輪子，他則只是裡面的一個小齒輪，不管他的功能是要使這個輪子前進或是慢下來，他其實並不真的知道。 ah.他放棄這個想法。他不只是一個齒輪而已。他是馬達之一，不是很大的馬達，也許，但卻是很重要的一個，因為雖然輪子可能不需要他就可以前進，但絕對不會跑得像現在這樣快與穩定。而且，只要真主垂憐，他會一直運轉下去，直到壓毀他的敵人為止，這些敵人不只是他的敵人，也是大公的敵人，更是真主的敵人。 於是，他發出電郵給牛蠅○九七，然後打電話請服務生送咖啡來。 Rick.貝爾已經安排一名人員每天二十四小時守著電腦。很奇怪的是，園區成立後，一開始並沒有這樣做，但現在卻如此安排。跟每個人一樣，園區也是在正反兩邊，一面學習，一面成長。目前值班的是東尼．威爾斯，他知道中歐和美國東海岸有六小時的時差，所以特別保持警覺。他本人也是電腦專才，在五十六莫哈先生發出電郵給牛蠅○九七後不到五分鐘，他已經把那封信下載，並立即轉送給小傑克。 對於這封信，不需要幾秒鐘就可以看完和想好對策。好吧，他們已經知道目標是誰，以及他即將到什麼地方去，這就夠了。小傑克拿起電話。 It was Brian who answered the phone. are you up?asked little Jack. 還沒有，他帶著濃濃睡意回答，什麼事？ 過來喝咖啡，帶著多米尼克一起來。 As ordered, sir.接著是喀嗒一聲，電話掛斷了。 希望我的樣子不會太難看。Dominique said.他的眼睛看來就像在雪地裡撒尿後留下的小便孔。 如果你想在早上和老鷹到天空中遨翔，老兄，那你就不能在晚上和豬隻鬼混。Take your time.我叫了咖啡。 謝謝，那麼，有什麼消息？ 小傑克走到電腦前，指著螢幕。雙胞胎身體一起向前傾，閱讀那封電郵。 Who is this guy?Dominic asked.他在想，牛蠅○九七。 他也是昨天從維也納過來的。 也許，就是站在對街的那個人？布萊恩心裡這樣猜想，接著，他又想到，他有看到我的臉嗎？ 好吧，我想，我們必須去赴一個約會了。Brian said.他抬頭看看多米尼克，向他豎起大拇指。 過了幾分鐘，咖啡送到。小傑克替他們倒進杯子裡，但他們全都發現，咖啡粒子粗得像砂，這是土耳其咖啡的特色，不過，卻比土耳其人自己煮的更糟。儘管如此，這還是比完全沒咖啡好得多。他們沒有討論工作上的事情。他們的專業訓練已經讓他們明白，不要在一間未被清查是否裝有竊聽器的房間裡討論跟任務有關的事情；他們不知道該怎麼去檢查，而且也沒有合適的裝備。 小傑克把咖啡一口喝完，然後起身進入浴室。裡面有一條紅色的鍊子，顯然是準備讓住客萬一心臟病發作時可以拉一下，用來通知旅館人員，他一直覺得自己很健康，應該不會使用。不過，他現在可不敢確定多米尼克有沒有問題，因為他看起來氣色真的很差。以他自己來說，洗澡的效果最好了。他從浴室出來時，神清氣爽，鬍子刮得很乾淨，皮膚呈現粉紅，已經可以出外大幹一場。 這兒的食物相當不錯，但咖啡我可不敢說。Little Jack said. 沒錯，老天，我敢打賭，古巴的咖啡都比這兒好，布萊恩說，甚至連陸戰隊戰地口糧的咖啡都比它好。 沒有人是完美的，阿爾多。多米尼克評論說。但他也不喜歡。 那麼，再等半個小時，可以嗎？asked little Jack.他只需要三分鐘時間就可以準備妥當。 如果還不行，那就叫救護車來吧！Dominique said.他起身向門口走去，希望洗個澡後，情況可以好一點。這真的不公平，他心想。竟然是喝酒會讓人第二天不舒服，而不是長途開車。 但三十分鐘後，三個人全都到了樓下大廳，全都穿得很整齊，並且全都戴上太陽眼鏡，抵擋外面義大利的炫目陽光。多米尼克向飯店大門口的門房問路，門房向他指出西斯汀街的方向，從那兒直接通往三一教堂，著名的西班牙台階就在街對面，看起來大約距離八十呎左右，那兒有個電扶梯可通往地下鐵車站。或者還要更下去一點，但因為是下坡路，走起來並不累。三人突然想到，羅馬的教堂就像紐約的糖果店那麼多。 向下走的這段路其實很愉快。如果有位喜歡的女孩勾住你的手臂，沿路景色倒是滿浪漫的。這些台階是名建築師佛蘭西斯柯．Di.山蒂斯設計的，順著山坡興建，是一年一度時裝界盛事唐娜史特勒時裝展示會的舉行地點。台階下方是一座噴泉，噴泉中央有一艘大理石船，紀念當年的一場大洪水，但其實碰上大洪水，石船可派不上用場。廣場只是兩條街的交會處，但因為西班牙大使館和教廷就在這兒，所以被命名為西班牙台階。其實廣場面積並不很大，例如，它就比紐約的時代廣場小，但那兒有各式各樣的活動和來來往往的車輛，還有很多行人，使得行走在這廣場的所有人都處於一種不確定的狀態中。 喬凡尼餐廳坐落在廣場西邊，是一棟不怎麼起眼的黃色與淡黃色磚塊建築，外面有一處很大的帆布蓬戶外用餐區。裡面則有一家酒吧，每個客人都在那兒吞雲吐霧。其中還包括一位警察在那兒喝咖啡。多米尼克和布萊恩走進去，四處張望，將整個地方看了一遍，然後又退回到屋外。 我們有三個小時的時間，各位，布萊恩說，現在怎麼辦？ 我們什麼時候回到這兒幾點？asked little Jack. 多米尼克看看手錶。我們的朋友大概會在一點三十分出現。我想，我們大約在十二點四十五分時坐下來吃午餐，靜待發展。小傑克，你可以目視指認那傢伙嗎？ no problem.小傑克向他們保證。 那麼，我估計，我們大約還可以在這兒逛兩個小時。兩年前，我來過這兒。那邊有很好的購物區。 那兒有布里歐尼的店嗎？小傑克指著那方向問。 It seems to have.布萊恩回答，去買點東西，應該不會暴露我們的身分。 那麼，我們去吧。他到現在還沒穿過義大利西裝。他有幾件英國西裝，是在倫敦沙維街十號買的。為什麼不在這兒找找看？情報這一行真的很瘋狂，他心想。他們來到這兒，準備殺害一名恐怖分子，但在這樣做之前，卻要去大肆採購一番。即使是女人，也不會這樣做，但也許會去買鞋子。 事實上，在古董街上就有各式各樣的商店，小傑克乘機看了其中好多家。義大利真是世界時尚之都，他試穿了一件淺灰色絲質西裝上衣，十分合身，就好像是一位裁縫大師親手替他量身縫製的，他當場就付錢買下，一共是八百歐元。接著，他就必須一直扛著那個塑膠袋，但這豈不是最好的掩護？有哪位祕密情報員會帶著這種極不協調的負擔？ Muhammad.Hasan.艾丁在十二點十五分離開旅館，走在雙胞胎兩小時前走過的同一條路線上。這兒他很熟，之前就是走同一條路去殺害格林高德，想到這兒，讓他覺得很安慰。今天天氣很好，陽光普照，溫度約高達攝氏三十度，很暖和的一天，但並不很熱。這種天氣對美國觀光客最適合，特別是基督教徒的美國人。美國猶太人喜歡到以色列去，如此才可以對阿拉伯人吐痰。但在這兒，他們只是基督教的異教徒，來這兒拍照和買衣服。他自己也要買西裝。在西班牙廣場就有一家布里歐尼店。那家店的售貨員安東尼歐一向對他很好，目的就是要賺他的錢。但先知穆罕默德也是做生意的，所以不能輕視生意人。 該是吃午餐的時候，喬凡尼餐廳和羅馬任何一家餐廳一樣好，甚至比大多數餐廳更好。他最喜歡的那位侍者一眼就認出他來，向他揮揮手，請他坐到右邊平常的座位，就在大帆布篷下。 那就是我們的目標。小傑克拿著他的太陽眼鏡指一指，對他們說。這三位美國人看著那位侍者拿著一瓶礦泉水來到那人的桌邊，另外還有一個裝著冰塊的杯子。在歐洲，你很少會看到冰，因為當地人認為，冰是用來滑雪或滑冰之用，但五十六莫哈先生顯然很喜歡喝冰水。小傑克的位置比較好，可以更清楚看到那個方向。 目標即將吃一頓豐盛的最後午餐。Dominique pointed out.當然，在阿拉巴馬州的那個王八蛋就沒有這麼幸運。不過，那人可能沒有什麼品味。接著，他很想知道，這家餐廳到底供應什麼樣的午餐。可他的客人應該在一點三十分出現，對吧？ 正確，五十六莫哈告訴他，要小心他的行進路線。這也許表示，要他注意一下是不是有人跟蹤。 這是不是說，他已經對我們起了疑心？布萊恩很想知道。 嗯，小傑克說，他們近來運氣真的很不好。 你必須猜猜看，他現在正在想什麼。Dominique said.他身體向後靠往椅背，伸伸懶腰，並偷偷看了一跟他的目標。這種天氣還穿西裝、打領帶，是有點太熱，但他們本來就希望被人當做是商人，而不是觀光客。多米尼克現在忍不住想到，這是不是很好的掩護？是不是應該把氣溫考慮進去？他現在全身是汗，是因為這項任務讓他感到緊張，或是周遭太熱？他在羅馬、慕尼黑或維也納，都沒這麼緊張，不是嗎？不，那時候不會。但這兒的人潮較多不，倫敦的人潮更多，不是嗎？ 有好的機緣，也有壞的。這一次，發生的是壞的機緣。一位手捧上面放著幾杯基安帝葡萄酒餐盤的侍者，被一位婦人的大腳絆倒。這名婦人來自芝加哥，準備來羅馬尋根。侍者手中的餐盤飛了出去，沒有砸到餐桌，但酒杯卻不偏不倚地掉在兩位雙胞胎的膝上。因為天氣熱，他們兩位都穿著淡顏色的西裝，而且 哦，糟了！多米尼克大叫一聲，他的棕灰色名牌西裝褲一片狼藉，看來好像他的下體被一把霰彈槍打中。布萊恩的情況甚至更糟。 那位侍者嚇壞了。Feel sorry!Feel sorry!gentlemen.他喃喃說道，但這已經於事無補。他開始急促地說些要把他們的衣服送去洗衣店之類的話。多米尼克和布萊恩只是彼此看看對方，他們現在成了眾人注視的目標了。 It doesn't matter.多米尼克用英語說道，他已經把罵人的義大利話全都忘了，反正沒有人死。餐巾對這個也沒有多大用處。也許找一家好的乾洗店比較有用，怡東酒店裡可能就有，或者附近會有。有幾個人轉過頭來看著他們，不是覺得很驚訝，就是覺得很好玩的樣子，所以他的臉孔和他的穿著，應該都已經被人牢牢記住。那位侍者很羞愧地退下之後，這位聯邦調查局幹員問道：好了，現在怎麼辦？ I don't know either.布萊恩回答，幸運之神好像不幫我們，寇克艦長（譯註：電視影集星艦迷航記裡的人物）。 謝了，史巴克。多米尼克馬上回了一句。 嗨，這兒還有我呢，記得嗎？小傑克對他們兩人說。 小子，你不可以 但小傑克打斷他的話。 why not?他很鎮靜地問，這有多困難？ 你沒受過這方面的訓練。Dominic told him. 不像參加高爾夫錦標賽那麼難吧，對不對？ 嗯又是布萊恩。 right?小傑克逼著問。 多米尼克從外衣口袋裡拿出他的筆，把它交給小傑克。 轉動筆套，然後刺進他的屁股裡，對嗎？ 已經可以動手了，多米尼克表示，但小心，看在老天爺的分上。 現在已經下午一點二十一分。穆罕默德已經喝完一杯冰水，又替自己倒了一杯。馬莫德很快就會到。何必冒險中斷重要的會面？於是，他站起身，向男廁所走去，他在那兒曾經有過很好的回憶。 你確定要這樣做？Brian asked. 他是壞人，不是嗎？這玩意兒多久會發揮功效？ 大約三十秒，小傑克。你必須自行判斷。如果覺得情況不對，那就放棄，讓他走。多米尼克告訴他，這可不是遊戲，老弟。 I know.有什麼大不了的，老爸也幹過這種事一、兩次，他如此告訴自己。為了怕跑錯地方，他故意問一位侍者男廁所在哪兒。那位侍者指了一指，小傑克就向著那方向走去。 那是一扇很普通的木頭門，上面只有一個標誌，沒有任何文字，這是因為喬凡尼餐廳是一家國際性餐廳的緣故。萬一裡面除了目標之外，還有別人呢？he asked himself. 那你就放棄退出吧，笨蛋！ All right. 他走了進去，果然還有另外一個人在，