Chapter 21 Chapter 19 Prescription

It's been a while, Mr. Clark. Yes, Mr. Holtzman, that is true.John agreed that they were just like before, sitting at the back of the restaurant, near the jukebox.Esteban's is still a great family spot along Wisconsin Avenue, and is also frequented by nearby Georgetown University students.But Clark remembers never telling the reporter his name. How about your friend? He is very busy tonight.Clark replied.In fact, Ding left work early and drove Peggy to Yorktown for dinner; however, the reporter didn't have to know that.Judging from the expression on the reporter's face, he already knew enough.So what can I do for you?Clark asked.

We had a little deal, you should remember. Clark nodded.I don't forget, that was five years ago.Not too long.There was no surprise in his answer. Times have changed.Holtzman picked up the menu and looked at it.He loves Mexican food, even though he's not been able to eat it much lately. indeed so.Clark didn't look at his menu, just stared across the table.His vision is often elusive. There were rumors that Katrin was going to marry a fox hunter. I haven't heard of it.Clark admits, and he doesn't care too much about it. I think so too, since you are no longer an officer in the Security and Protection Service.Want to go back again?

If you want to talk about that, you know I can't It won't look like it if you put it on again.I have been studying you for almost two years.The reporter told his client that you had a very good reputation in office and heard that your partner was a very promising person.You are a hero in Japan.Holtzman said with a smile: You saved Koga? A look of contempt belied John's real emotion of vigilance, how could you think that way? When Koga came, I had talked with him.He said there was a two-person rescue team, a big guy and a small guy.Koga described your blue eyes, coldness, and determination, which is what he said, but he also said that you speak very methodically.Will it be difficult to guess who this person is?Holtzman smiled.When we chatted last time, didn't you say that I could be an excellent operator?

The waiter brought two glasses of beer.Tried this before?It's the pride of Maryland, the new stuff on the East Coast.After a while, the waiter left.Clark leaned forward. Listen, I admire your talents, but I want you to remember that when I left that circle, my life depended on I won't expose you for three reasons: one is immoral, two is illegal, and three is I don't want to offend someone like you.Reporter took a sip of beer, one day, I will definitely write a book about you, if half of the rumors about you are true OK, let Kilmer play me in the movie. Great, Holtzman said, shaking his head and laughing, but Nicolas Cage had better eyes.Having said that, I asked you to meet this time because he stopped for a while, it was Ren who helped her father leave, but I don't know how he did it.You take Katrin and her mother to a submarine in a boat; I don't know which one, but I know it's one of our nuclear-powered submarines, but that's not the whole story.

what is that? Ryan is as much an unsung hero as you are.Bob.Holtzman loves the look of wonder in Clark's eyes, and I like this guy, and I want to help him. Why?John asked, wondering if the man could be trusted. My wife Libby has the evidence against Kirti, and it will be revealed soon.We can't go back to the way it was before, he's a scumbag and worse.While not everyone in the business world thinks so, Libby has spoken to several victims.People in the old days could get away with all crimes, especially those who climbed the political ladder, but not anymore, and anyway it shouldn't be.He corrected himself, and I'm not sure if Ryan is reliable, okay?But he's honest, and he'll try to do justice for justice's sake.Just like Roger.As Du Lin often said, he is a good man in troubled times.I have to convince my editor to accept this point of view.

what are you going to do I wrote a press release about some of the important things he's done for the country.Some things are too old to be noticed, while others are more recent.God, Clark, he saved the Russians!He prevented a domestic power struggle that would start another decade of the Cold War, and that's the most fucking amazing thing he never said to anyone.We will expose this to the people but before that we will meet with him and you know what he will say He will tell you not to do it.Clark said with certainty.Now he wondered who Holtzman might have talked to.It's Arthur.Judge Moore?Or Bob.Wright?Have they talked?

But it's such a good subject for no pity that it took me years to fully figure it out.The people have a right to know who is sitting in the Oval Office, and above all, whether he is competent.The reporter continued.Holtzman was obviously the kind of man who could talk a nun out of secular life. Bob, I'm afraid you don't know half of it.Clark quickly stopped talking, feeling uneasy that he had talked too much.It was a deep pool of water, and he was trying to swim in it wearing a heavy belt.Oh, what am I all right, tell me all you know about Jack. They agreed to fly on the same passenger plane, perhaps to avoid trouble for both parties, since neither of them wanted to stop in Iran for an extra minute.The problem, however, is that the 737 doesn't have the range of the smaller Gulfstream 4 because they agreed to land in Yemen to refuel.While at Mehrabad airport, the Iraqis never left the plane for a moment, but when the steps of the plane were secured, Bedian stepped off without even a word of thanks from those he rescued.A car was waiting and he didn't look back.

The car took him to the city.There was only the driver in the car, and he drove leisurely down the street, and since the traffic was not heavy at this time of night, the car drove smoothly.Forty minutes later, the car pulled up in front of a three-story building; the place was heavily guarded.He opened the door by himself and got out of the car.A uniformed guard produced a photograph to compare his face with and motioned him in.There was another guard in the building, a captain with three stars on his shoulder, who patted him politely.Upstairs from here is the meeting room, and it is three o'clock in the morning local time.

He saw Dayelan sitting in a comfortable chair, looking at a neatly bound document, which was the summary of the government briefing, not the Koran. Peace is yours.Ali said. It belongs to you too.Dayelan's expression when she answered was not as rigid as Beide'an imagined.The old man got up and walked over to him, giving him the routine hug.He looked tired, of course, because it had been a full day or two for the priest, but old or young, he was still motivated by these things.How are you?He asked with concern, while waving for the guests to sit down. Ali took a long breath as he sat down.I'm doing great now.I wonder how long it will take for the situation in Baghdad to stabilize.

It's a mess.My friends told me that the old mosque needs renovation. Beidean might have said that he didn't know and he didn't know because he hadn't been in a monastery for quite some time, which didn't please Tayelan.There are many places to fix.He decided to answer Dayelan. indeed.Mamod.Haji.Da Yelan returned to her seat and put the documents aside, your task is very valuable.Are there any difficulties? Bedian shook his head.Nothing, nothing.It's just that I was a little surprised at how timid these people were, but luckily I was prepared.Your offer is so generous that they have no choice but to accept it.you will not?Ali asked boldly.

He shook his head and said: No, they will leave safely. Despite Ali's stoic face, it would be surprising if that was the case.Tayelan has no reason to like those people, all of them participated in the Iran-Iraq war, not only responsible for thousands of victims, but also the wounds caused to this country are still not healed.So many young people died in the war, not to mention that this war is one of the reasons why Iran has not been able to play a significant role in the world for many years.It's time for a change, isn't it? So, can I ask what you plan to do next? For too long, Iraq has been a sick country, turning away from God and wandering in darkness. He was also strangled by the embargo.As Beidean added, he wondered what enlightenment he could get from this observation. It's time to end.Da Yelan agreed, her eyes showed admiration for Ali's observation ability.Yes, that's an obvious show, isn't it?Is the bait thrown to the west.The embargo would be lifted, food would flood the country, and the people would cheer the new regime.He pleases everyone at once, though all his plans are not to please others but to himself.Of course, also to please Allah. America is a problem, but so are countries that are close to you. We are working on those issues.This is said very calmly.Well, that's understandable.He must have thought about this move for years, and at a time like this he must have felt invincible.Dayelan always thought that Allah was on his side, or more precisely, on his side.Maybe Allah is, but it's not that simple.Miracles often require preparation in advance.Why not take a gamble, Ali thought, to see if he could pull off the next miracle. I've been watching the new president of the United States. oh?Da Yelan's eyes fixed on him even more closely. In the modern age, gathering intelligence is not difficult.Many have been reported in the United States, and are readily available.I have some of my men working on this right now, so that I can build a detailed file on him.When speaking, Beidean tried to keep his tone relaxed.It is indeed unexpected that they are so vulnerable now. Indeed, go on. The key to dealing with the United States is Ryan.Isn't that obvious? Moody thought she wouldn't live to see daylight.Now, her eyes were opened, and as for what she saw, one could only guess.Finally, thank God, she no longer feels pain.finally come.He had witnessed this phenomenon before, mostly in cancer patients, and it was a harbinger of death. Jane.Baptiste can still make a sound, but it's hard to hear through the suit.She whimpered now and then with such frequency that the doctor wondered if it was prayer.The mind that accompanied her all her life has been lost, and there is only one thing left in her heart, that is endless prayer, this discipline has restrained her all her life, and she can only do so in a state of madness, because her The heart can't find a place to anchor.The patient cleared his throat, which was actually choked, but then came a more distinct whisper.Moody leaned down and put his head close to listen. Ask God to forgive our sins Oh, that sentence!Yes, it must be her favorite prayer. No more fighting, Sister, Moody told her, it's almost over, no more fighting. Her eyes moved.Even though she couldn't see, she turned her head and looked at Moody.The doctor knew it was just a mechanical reaction. Is it Dr. Moody?are you thereThe voice was slow and muffled, but even so, intelligible. Yes, nun.I'm here.He touched her hand involuntarily, and then was very surprised.She's still sane? Thank you for helping me.I will pray for you. she will.he knows.He patted her hand again, then used his other hand to help her increase the amount of the anesthetic drip.Enough is enough, they can't give her another blood transfusion and let the virus contaminate the blood.He looked around the room. Two army doctors were sitting in the corner, very happy to let the doctor alone guard the patient.He walked towards the two and pointed to one of them. Go report to the commander. Here we go.The man was more than happy to leave the room.Moody counted to ten, then spoke to the other. Please bring me a pair of clean gloves.He held up his hands to show that he didn't want to touch her either.Another medic was out too.Moody estimated he would have a minute or so. The medical tray in the corner has what he needs.He picked up a twenty cc syringe from the stand, plunged it into the vial of morphine, and drew a plastic syringe full of morphine.Then, he went back to the bed, pulled back the plastic sheet, and searched for the back of her left hand there.He took her left hand with his hand, inserted the needle, and immediately pushed down the inner tube. This is for you to get a good night's sleep.He told her, turned and walked across the room without looking back to see if she was responding.He dropped the syringe into the red pointed plastic container when the medic returned with new gloves and everything was back to normal. take it. Moody nodded, and took off the used glove, threw it into the waste container, and put on new gloves.Back in bed, he watched those blue eyes close for the last time.An EKG showed her heart rate was barely over forty beats a minute, and those wavelengths were shorter than they should be and at irregular intervals.Now it's just a matter of time.She might be praying in her sleep, he thought, prayers in a dream.At least now he was sure she was pain free.Now, the morphine would enter her waning blood, and the chemical molecules would travel to the brain, into the sensory organs, which would then release dopamine, telling the nervous system that was it. Her chest rose and fell with labored breathing, then paused, then resumed, but now irregularly, the flow of oxygen in the blood was fading.Heart rate starts to change, gets faster.Immediately, breathing stopped.The heart didn't stop immediately, it was beating so hard and so furiously, the doctor thought mournfully, admiring the part of the dead man who wasn't dead, but that didn't last long, as the last few ripples on the screen faded , the heart also stopped beating.The EKG started beeping continuously, and Moody reached over to shut it off.He looked back to see the two medics exchanging looks of total relief. So fast?The commander walked into the room and asked when he saw the flat, silent waves on the electrocardiogram. heart.Internal bleeding.Moody didn't have to say anything more. I see.So, can we get started? yes doctor. The Commander motioned to the medic for the two of them to do one last thing left.One of them tied up the IV with a plastic sheet, while the other unplugged the IV line and removed the EKG connector.This was all done extremely quickly.When the dead patient was wrapped up like a piece of butchered meat, two soldiers unlocked the bed wheel and pushed her out the door.They're also coming back to clean the room thoroughly to make sure nothing can survive in it. Moody and the Commander followed them to a room in the same cramped area, separated by double doors.Inside was a sleek, cold stainless steel dissecting table.They pushed the medical bed to the dissecting table, unwrapped the corpse, and rolled the corpse onto the stainless steel table.At this time, the doctors stood in a corner to observe, and all of them wore surgical gowns outside the protective clothing, mostly out of habit rather than necessity.Then the plastic sheet was lifted up, forming a U shape, so that the accumulated blood could be poured into the container.Doctors estimate, about half a liter.The sheet was then carefully placed into a large box, where medics wheeled it to the incinerator.They were very nervous and frightened, afraid that a drop of blood would be spilled somewhere. very good.The commander pressed a button, and one end of the dissecting table began to rise.Out of long-term professionalism, he touched the carotid artery on the left side of the corpse with his fingertips to confirm that there was no pulse, and then touched the right carotid artery, but there was also no pulse.When the body was at a twenty-degree angle, he picked up a scalpel and cut the two carotid arteries along the two parallel jugular veins.Due to the loss of the attractiveness of the body, a large amount of blood spewed out immediately and splashed onto the dissecting table, forming rivers of blood, which flowed into the grooves and drained into the catheter. After a few minutes, the plastic container was full of four liters. blood.At this moment, a lab technician came in, put the blood container on the trolley, and wheeled it away.No one wants to lift that kind of thing by hand, even for a short distance. I have never dissected an Ebola victim.said the commander.This is not a formal autopsy examination.From the commander's attitude towards the posthumous patient just now, and the way he bled her just now, he must have had experience in slaughtering lambs. However, they still need to be very careful, and only one person can perform the operation.The commander made a thick and wide incision, and Moody used a stainless steel retractor to stretch the skin and muscles of the incision, staring at the scalpel in the commander's hand.After another minute, the left kidney was completely exposed.They were waiting for the medics to return.One of the medics places a tray next to the body on the dissecting table.Moody was sickened by what he saw next. One of the effects of the Ebola virus and its pathological processes was the gangrene of internal tissue.The exposed kidney was in a semi-fluid state, and when the commander reached out to touch it, it split and tore in two, like a horrible reddish-brown pudding.The commander gagged with nausea; although he knew what it was going to be like, he didn't expect it to be this way. It's obvious what damage to the organ has been done, isn't it? Presumably the liver will do the same, but the spleen Yes, I know, the spleen will be like a brick.Watch your hands, Moody.Commander reminded.He holds up a clean retractor, an implement shaped much like a spoon, to remove remaining kidney fragments, and loads the fragments on a tray.He nodded to the medic to take it away and send it to the lab.The right kidney was processed relatively smoothly. At the commander's insistence, after all the muscles and blood vessels were cut off, two doctors took it out by hand. The kidney seemed to be intact.But when it was placed on the tray, the organ was deformed and ruptured.The only good thing is that the soft tissue doesn't hurt their double-gloved hands.But this inevitably made the two doctors flinch. come over!The commander clapped his hands and called the medics over.Turn it over. They did as he said, one grabbing the arm, the other the knee, and flipped the body over as fast as they could.Such a turn caused blood and some body tissues to splash on their protective clothing.The medic immediately stepped back, as far away as possible. I need liver and spleen, that's all.The commander looked up to Moody, then turned to the medic.You will then wrap the body, send it to the cremator, and then decontaminate the room. Jane, Sister Baptiste's eyes are open, as dark as they were thirty minutes ago.The doctor covered her face with a cloth, and the supervisor heard him whispering prayers for her soul. Yes, Moody, she must be in heaven.Can we continue?he asked curtly.He made a Y-shaped incision in the chest, as before, deep and thick, and then quickly peeled away the layers of skin; he looked more like a meat cutter than a surgeon.The commander was astonished by the sight that unfolded before their eyes.Like this, how can she live for so long?He took a breath and said. Moody thought back to his days in medical school and remembered a life-size plastic mannequin in his first anatomy class.It's as if someone took that model and poured a vat of powerful solvent inside him.Every exposed organ was deformed, and the superficial tissue layers of most organs dissolved, turning the abdomen into a sea of ​​black blood. straw!Commander ordered.A medic came to him with a plastic tube attached to a vacuum bottle; the noise the straw made was unbearable.The process lasted a full ten minutes, while the doctors retreated to the back, while the medics moved the straws in circles like maids cleaning a room.Another three liters of infected, virus-laden blood was sent to the lab. The "Koran" said: the body should be the palace of life, and Moody now sees what a person has become?Rather than saying that he was standing in front of a building, it would be better to say that he was standing in front of a factory of death.The commander returned to the bed, and Moody saw him pushing the liver away with his hands, more cautious than before; he might have been frightened by the blood in the abdominal cavity.Again, blood vessels are severed and connective tissue is removed.The commander put down the utensils in his hands, and Moody reached in without asking, and took out the liver, which he put on a tray, and the medic then took it away. I wonder why the spleen is so different? Downstairs, another group of medical soldiers was busy.The monkey cages were picked up one by one from the neat pile in the storage room.The green monkeys had been fed, but they still hadn't recovered from the fright of the trip, which somewhat weakened their ability to grasp, bite and tear when moving cages.But when they were moved to another room, they immediately became terrified.The poor little creatures watched nervously as each cage was placed on the table.Every time the cage door was opened, a stick with a metal ring at the top was protruded into the cage.The metal ring would be put over the monkey's head, and then jerked violently, making a faint cracking sound as the neck snapped.Every time the monkey tensed up first, then went limp, and often glared at the killer with wide-eyed eyes.When the body was pulled out and the metal ring loosened, the body was thrown to a soldier and sent to the next room.When the other monkeys saw it, they screamed angrily at the soldiers, but the cage was so small that they had nowhere to hide.The clever green African monkeys looked at what was happening in front of them. They knew and understood what happened, and realized that it was like staying on a lone tree in the savannah and watching a leopard climb up and down the tree. They can do nothing but scream. In the next room, there were five groups of medical soldiers busy on five tables.The pincers were clamped around the monkey's neck and the base of the tail to hold the carcass in place.One soldier cuts along the monkey's spine with a curved knife, and another cuts vertically across the monkey, pulling the skin away to expose the flesh inside the back.The kidney was then removed by the first soldier and passed to the second soldier.When the small organs were placed in special containers, the monkeys were thrown into plastic waste bins to be incinerated.When he turned back to continue the operation, another team had already fixed the next monkey's body on the table.This process takes about four minutes for each iteration.Ninety minutes later, all the green monkeys had been killed.This matter is urgent.Since all raw materials used to perform tasks are biological, they are subject to biological treatment.Slaughter crews take their produce to the heat source laboratory through small double doors embedded in the wall. In a heat source laboratory, the situation is different.Everyone in the large room wore blue plastic hazmat suits and moved slowly and carefully. The blood is kept in an insulated tank with gas bubbling through the blood.Two large vats of monkey kidneys were poured into a grinder, which was actually no different from the kind of food processor you might find in a kitchen.The grinder crushes the kidneys, twists them into a paste, moves them from table to table, and flows them into trays, layer by layer, along with some of their nutritious juices.Most people in the lab were shocked because what they were doing was nothing like baking cakes or other desserts.A large amount of blood was poured into the tray, which was about half full.The remaining blood was divided into several plastic containers and placed in a freezer cooled with liquid nitrogen.The heat source lab maintains a warm temperature and humidity, not unlike a jungle.The light is not too strong to avoid any ultraviolet radiation, germs are afraid of ultraviolet rays; they need a suitable living environment, and the kidney of the African blue monkey is such an environment with nutrition, moderate temperature and proper humidity. You already know this much?Dayelan asked. It was revealed by their media and reporters.Bedian explained. They are all spies!he objected. Many people think so.Ali laughs, but they're not, really.They are people, how do they say they are here?Like a medieval herald.They saw for themselves and then told what they saw, and they stayed true to themselves and their profession.Yes, they were spies, but they watched everyone, most of them their own.It's pretty crazy, I admit, but it's true nonetheless. Do they have any beliefs?This is something that his master has a hard time understanding. Ali laughed again.I haven't found it.Oh yes, Americans love Israel, but that's a bit of an exaggeration.It took me a few years to understand this truth.Like dogs, they will attack anyone and bite anyone's hand, good or bad.They investigate, view and report on everything.Same thing with Ryan, I've found out exactly where he lives, what's going on with his family, what school his kids go to, the address of his wife's office, everything. What if the reports in it are false?Dayelan asked suspiciously.During his long years of dealing with the West, the true nature of those journalists was too foreign to him to fully comprehend. This is easy to check.Like where his wife works; I'm sure there must be something close to the truth about the staff at that hospital.As for their home, well, it's definitely going to be protected, and the kids are going to be protected, and that's the problem with people like that.They definitely have security when they're out and about, but it's out there and visible, which tells you where they are and who they are.From the information I have, we even know where to start the surveillance.Bedian did his best to keep his conversation brief.That's not to say that Taye-ran is a fool, no doubt about it, he's definitely not just that he's narrow-minded.During those years in Lebanon, one of Ali's gains is that he has seen and learned a lot, and most importantly, he has realized that he needs a backstage, and Mamoud.Haji.Da Yelan is the most suitable candidate.This man has a plan, he needs people, and for some reason, he doesn't quite trust himself.Bedian didn't want to know why, because no matter what the reason, this was undoubtedly a good opportunity. How would such a person be protected?Da Yelan asked while stroking his beard with one hand.He hadn't shaved for nearly twenty-four hours. Extremely tight protection.Beide'an replied, noticing that the question was a bit strange at the same time, he thought about the reason behind it.American police agencies are highly efficient.In the United States, the problem of crime has nothing to do with the police, who simply don't know what to do when they catch a criminal.If it is used on their president?Ali leaned back and stretched.He will be surrounded and protected by a group of well-trained professional sharpshooters; these people have a clear goal and are absolutely loyal.The reason why Beide'an said these words was to see how the other party's demeanor changed.Tayelan was tired, he had indeed changed.Then again, protection is protection, and the process is very clear.You don't have to listen to me on this one. America's weakness? Seriously, their government is chaotic.Actually, you know this. They are hard to guess, these Americans Da Yelan was lost in thought. Their military might is vast, their political aspirations unpredictable, and someone like someone we've all known has met with doom.It would be a mistake to underestimate them.The United States is like a sleeping lion, and you must be careful when dealing with it. How can a man defeat a lion? This question stopped Beide'an for about a second or two.Once on the road to Tanzania he had been advising the government on what to do with the rioters. He drove all day in the jungle with a colonel from the Tanzanian Intelligence Service.In the jungle, he saw a lion eating his own prey, followed by a pack of hyenas.Seeing that, Colonel Tanzania stopped the jeep and handed the binoculars to Bedian, asking him to pay attention to the plotters and their abilities, and learn from them.It was truly haunting.He remembered that the lion was quite large, perhaps old, perhaps beginning to fade from the prime of life, but still mighty and powerful.Coyotes are small, dog-like animals.They first gathered in a small group at a distance of 20 meters from the lion, waiting for an opportunity to eat the lion's prey.Then these coyotes start to move, forming a circle around the lion, whichever coyote is behind the lion will go forward and bite the lion's rear, the lion will turn around, roar and rush out several males feet, and the coyote backed away quickly, but even then another coyote charged up the lion's back for another bite.A coyote attacking the king of the forest alone has no greater chance of winning than a man with a knife attacking a soldier with a machine gun, but it is also possible to win after hard work. A lion cannot protect his prey, nor can he resist the attack of a coyote. Biting, after only resisting for five minutes, I couldn't stand it anymore, I could only defend, but I couldn't run, because there would always be a coyote biting its testicles from behind, forcing it to run pitifully and ridiculously.In the end, the lion ran away without roaring, let alone looking back, while the hyena got the lion's prey, clucking and barking happily, as if enjoying the hard work of fighting for the big animal generally.In this way, the weak defeated the strong.The lion will grow old and weak, and one day he will not be able to withstand a coyote attacking himself.His Tanzanian friends told him that sooner or later the coyotes would beat all the lions.Bed'an glanced at his master again. It can be done.