Chapter 28 Chapter 26 Weeds

There is nothing more sad than a child being sick.Dr. McGregor remembered that her name was Shaheile, a beautiful name, a little girl as beautiful as an elf, and her father was holding her in his arms.He seemed like a rough man, which was McGregor's first impression, but his concern for the children made him look a little different.His wife was right behind him, and they were joined by an Arab-looking man in a jacket and a Sudanese official.The doctor didn't pay much attention to them, because it was Shahaile who was sick. Hi, see you again, girl, he said with a reassuring smile, not feeling well, are you?Let's see what's wrong, shall we?follow me.He spoke to the girl's father.

Obviously these people mean a lot to someone, so they are treated accordingly.McGregor led them into an examination room.After the father put the little girl on the table, he stepped aside, and his wife held Shahaile's hand, while the guards must have been waiting outside the door.The doctor touched the child's forehead with his hand, and she had a fever of at least thirty-nine degrees.He washed his hands carefully again, put on gloves, and first took her ear temperature: thirty-nine degrees four.Rapid pulse, but not too serious for a child.He did a quick stethoscope check. Her heartbeat was normal and her lungs were fine, although she was breathing a little too fast.So far it looks like she's running a fever, but it's not a big deal, especially since they've only just been in a new environment.He raised his head and asked:

Does your daughter have any symptoms? She couldn't eat, and her digestion was answered by the girl's father. Vomiting, diarrhea?McGregor asked, then checked her eyes.There seems to be nothing wrong with the eyes. yes doctor. You've only been here recently, am I right?The other party hesitated, he looked up, I must know. Yes, just arrived from Iraq a few days ago. Your daughter has only mild asthma and no other health problems, is she? Yes, she had never been so ill.The girl's mother just nodded.Apparently the girl's father was handling the matter, presumably for a sense of authority, the doctor guessed.

Have you eaten anything special since you came here?You know, McGregor explained, travel can be uncomfortable, and small children are fragile, maybe it's just a matter of drinking water. I've given her medicine, but it's been worse.mother said. It's not a problem with water, my father said with certainty, the house has its own well, and there is no problem with water. At this moment, Shahaile groaned and turned around, throwing up on the tiled floor.The color is wrong, there are some red and black substances in the vomit, the red is blood, and the black is congestion, which is definitely not caused by jet lag or poor water quality.Could be an ulcer?Food poisoning?McGregor blinked, instinctively checking to see if he had gloves on.The mother of the child is looking for tissues

do not touch.he said gently.He measured the child's blood pressure, which proved to be internal bleeding.Shahaile, I'm afraid you're going to stay here with us tonight, and we'll make you feel better. There are many reasons why this could happen, but the doctor has been in Africa for a long time and knows to prepare for the worst.The young doctor reassured himself that the situation was not really that bad. It's not the same as it used to be, but Mancuso loves this kind of work.He had once fought a good battle, he thought it was a war, and his subs had done their job successfully.

What are they doing?He asked his immediate supervisor Dave.Admiral Seaton. No one seems to know.Sidon just stopped by to take a look.Like any good official, he always got out of the office as much as he could.Probably just a fleet exercise, but with a new president, maybe they want to show it off and see what the reaction is.Military people don't like this kind of international inspection, because their lives are inherently hierarchical. I know this guy, boss.Bart said seriously. oh? Not very well, but you know about Red October. Seton grinned.Bart, if you tell me that, we'll have to kill each other to silence it, and I'm stronger than you.It's one of the most closely guarded secrets in naval history, and it's still little known, despite the rumors.

You need to know, Admiral.You've got to get to the bottom of the man in power; I've worked with him on a ship. Mancuso's words made the commander-in-chief of the Pacific Fleet blink suddenly.Are you kidding me. Wren and I were on the same bomber ship.In fact, he went up earlier than I did.Mancuso closed his eyes, glad to finally be able to tell the story.Dave.Seton was commander in chief of the Pacific Fleet, and he had a right to know what kind of man was calling the shots in Washington. I heard he was involved in that operation, even aboard the ship himself, but I thought that was when the sub was at the base in Novak.He's an operator, right?An intelligence ass

Not really, he'd shot a man in the missile bay once.When we thrashed the Alpha, he was scared out of his wits, but he didn't give in.Anyway, if anyone wants to test our president, I'd bet my money on Wren, Dave.He might not look like a president on TV, but I'm going to give this guy my allegiance no matter what.Mancuso was surprised he had come to such a conclusion.This was the first time he had considered the matter holistically. Glad to know these things.Sidon thought. What's the mission?asked the commander of the Pacific Submarine Fleet. The Chiefs of Staff Operations asked us to watch.

Any specific instructions? If it's just a fleet exercise, we just have to watch quietly.If things change, we have to take a stand.You're getting to the point, Bart, I barely have any boats left. They looked out the window.The Courageous and John.The Stenness is all in dry dock.The commander-in-chief of the Pacific Fleet now does not even have a deployable aircraft carrier, and this situation may continue for more than two months.The Marianas and its sister ship are docked side by side, welding a huge hole in the deck while assembling new turbine engines and reduction gear.The aircraft carrier has always been a sharp weapon for the U.S. Navy to show its force, and this may also be one of China's considerations. They want to see how the U.S. will respond when it fails to respond substantively.

Do you want DiMarco to replace me?asked Mancuso. What's the meaning? I mean DiMarco comes from the old school, he thinks being watched is pretty bad.But I think sometimes this is not necessarily a bad thing. I'll write you an order, and what you do is up to you. We can only do nothing.Clifton.Rutledge came to a conclusion. Oops, Cliff, Scott.Adler said, I kind of get it.He understands that subordinates always give you things instead of taking them away; or in this case, tell you something you already know. As luck would have it so far, the news media hasn't gotten much information.Washington is still in a state of shock, new low-level officials are afraid to leak information without permission, and Wren's senior appointees are loyal to him. It is an unexpected aspect of using political outsiders the benefits of.But that won't last long, especially when a new nation is about to be formed by two rival nations, both of which have shed American blood.

I think we just have to keep going like this.Rutledge said softly, wondering what the reaction would be. Taking that attitude will only make things worse.Another senior staff member said displeasedly. Can't we admit that we are powerless?If we don't do it and we can't stop it, it's worse than not saying anything, Rutledge replied. Adler thought, Harvard graduates are always grammatically strict and well-groomed, and so is Cliff, the professional diplomat who never makes a wrong move.Cliff, however, has one of the most fatal flaws of diplomats, which is that they think that everything is negotiable.Adler doesn't think so. He thinks that there must be persistence, otherwise others will control everything.The great mission of a diplomat is to prevent wars, Adler thought, and the mission must be fulfilled only with vigilance. So it's just a regional issue?another senior diplomat asked. No, the Secretary of State said, this matter is in the security interests of the United States, and we have given assurances to Saudi Arabia. Build a line of defense in the desert?Cliff asked, we don't have to do that, can we be more rational?Iran and Iraq merged into the United Islamic Republic, that's great!What's wrong?It will take them a few years to form a new state, and by then the forces Iran is building will weaken the theocratic regime that has been giving us such a headache.And it's not a one-sided agreement, right?The non-religious forces in Iraq are bound to have an impact on Iran.If we panic and go our own way, we make Tayelan and his zealots more comfortable, but if we take it easy, we make them less provocative.Well, we can't stop them from merging, can we?If we can't stop it, what are we going to do, Rutledge continued?We can see it as an opportunity to start a dialogue about this new country. There is some truth to this proposal, Adler thought to himself, and noticed that everyone around him nodded hesitantly.He understood those diplomatic rhetoric opportunities, dialogue. That would really make the Saudis overjoyed.A voice from the other side of the table objected.It was Bert who spoke.Visco, the person with the youngest qualifications here.Mr. Rutledge, I think you miscalculated the situation.Iran orchestrated that assassination We have no proof, do we? Capone (the famous gangster) wasn't convicted for the bloodshed either, but I've seen that movie.Ever since he was called into the Oval Office, he has been articulate.Adler raised his eyebrows in amusement.Someone had orchestrated everything, starting with a murder, followed by the removal of the military high command, and then the massacre of the Ba'athist leader.Also, we've seen a resurgence of religion, and I think they're trying to rebuild a church-state state.Divisions within Iran will be delayed by this development for at least a year, and it is not known what else will happen.Da Yelan is a very good old fox, he is focused and patient, and a cruel bastard An old man at sunset?A Rutledge associate objected. That's not it!Visko turned around, and he had planned it all rather shrewdly. He is over seventy years old. He doesn't smoke or drink, and from videos of his public appearances, he appears to be in good spirits.We underestimated this guy before and it was a mistake. He doesn't know his people. Maybe he didn't realize it yet.He's had a great year, and everyone likes a winner.Visco concluded. Burt, maybe you're just worried that their merger will cost you your job.Someone made fun of him.The sneers from the people around him reminded him that this was a despicable way for veterans to attack rookies.The ensuing silence made it clear to the Secretary of State that they had reached a consensus, but not the one he wanted. All right, go ahead, Adler said, the FBI will come over tomorrow and talk to us about the stolen letter.Guess what else they brought with them? It's not another lie detector, is it?someone muttered.No one noticed Rutledge tilting his head. Just think of it as a routine test just to be on the safe side.Secretary of State to his key staff.The senior officials in this room are no strangers to polygraphs. Fuck it, Scott, Cliff speaks for everyone else, trust us or fail.Those guys have already wasted a lot of my time. You know, they haven't found Nixon's resignation letter yet.said another. Probably at Henry's.A third joked. It will start at ten o'clock tomorrow, and I will also participate.Adler said to them.He also thought it was a waste of time. His skin is fair, his eyes are gray, and his hair is slightly red. He thinks this is probably because of his British blood. This appearance allows him to come and go in white countries; but for the sake of caution, he has limited public actions. In the movie, he would dye his hair, wear sunglasses, and grow a black beard. As a result, people in the circle laughed and called him a movie star.But many of the people who made fun of him in the first place have passed away, except him.The Israelis may have pictures of him, but they rarely share the intelligence with others, not even with their American patrons.So he could not have to worry about anything, even though Mossad had his picture in his filing cabinet. Dressed as a staid businessman, he arrived at Dulles International Airport from Frankfurt, where his rental car was waiting, and drove to a nearby hotel; exhausted from the long flight.He bought the paper, ordered dinner, turned on the TV, hooked up his laptop to the phone line, and went online to tell Bedian that he had arrived safely in the country on his reconnaissance mission. Welcome!My name is Clark.John said.He showed up in a different outfit than usual, in a well-tailored suit, formal shirt, and stripe tie. He had to make his first impression that way for now, and he'd switch back soon.Hiring this first batch of people was easier than expected. Despite the presence of Hollywood, the CIA was still hot. Every job opening had at least ten people applying, but it only took computers to find the right ones. This group of people at Project Clark Blue.These people all have college degrees and more than four years of police work experience, and their backgrounds are clean. Regarding this, the FBI will conduct further investigations.It might not be nice that they were all men, John thought, but it didn't matter at the moment.There were seven white men, two black men, and one Asian man, mostly from police agencies in big cities, and all spoke at least two languages. I'm a field intelligence officer.Not an operator, not a spy, not a private eye, but an officer, he explained, and I've been in this job for a while, married with two young children.If you're here to meet coveted blondes or get a kick out of it, you can go now.The job is basically pretty tedious, especially if you're smart enough to do it without breaking a sweat.You are all police officers, so you should know the importance of this job.We're dealing with sophisticated crimes to prevent major bloodshed.We gather intelligence and pass it on to those who need it, and there are people who look at satellite photos or try to read other people's letters.We're going to get information from people who are good people with good motives and who are not. They ask for money, they want revenge, or they want attention; you'll be working in various countries with different legal systems.You must have seen TV a few days ago, right?He asked that some Baath Party officials had been executed in Baghdad on TV.They all nodded solemnly. For the most part, you are out unarmed, so your survival depends entirely on your own ingenuity.Many of my friends died while on missions, some died in places you know, and some died in places you didn't know.The world may be a lot cuter now than it used to be, but it's not everywhere.It's not a good place you're going, folks.John said.At the back of the room, Ding.Chavez was holding back a laugh.This smooth guy is my partner and he's engaged to my daughter.Ding knew that he wasn't trying to scare them all away. What is so great about this work?Well, the greatness of the police is that just catching one bad guy can save many lives on the street.Here too, getting accurate information to the right people can save lives, many lives.Clark emphasized that if we do our job well, there will be no war. Anyway, you are welcome to join.I am your instructor, and you will find the training here both stimulating and difficult.Training starts at 8:30 tomorrow morning.After speaking, John walked to the back of the room, Chavez opened the door for him, and they came outside the house. Oh, Mr. Clark, where should I report? Fuck you Ding, I have to say.It was the longest John had spoken in years. What did Foley ask these rookies to do? The government is already laying off workers, boy.We have to act now, don't we? I think you should wait a few more weeks because Foley hasn't been passed by the Senate yet, so it's best to wait.Chavez thinks, but I'm just a small operator. I always forget how smart you are. Who is Zhang Hansan?Ryan asked. He was about fifty years old, but looked younger than he was, a little fat, about five feet four inches tall, just plain looking. That's what my friend said, Dan.Murray looked at his notes and reported that he was quiet and thoughtful, and that he had once made Yamata feel bad. oh?Mali Fu said, what's going on? When we took control of the situation, Yamata was in Saipan. He called Beijing and wanted to escape to a safe place, but Mr. Zhang's reaction was very cold, and he only said: What deal?We don't have any deals.The FBI director learned his lesson and then stopped answering the phone.Our Japanese friends thought it was a betrayal. Murray said: Anyway, Zhang Hansan should be regarded as a diplomat. Yamata said that he was a nominal member of a trade mission, but the State Department has never heard of him, and he does not appear in all Japanese diplomatic records. the name.He was a ghostly figure, and for all I knew he took a look at the Foleys. I've tracked down the name, but can't find anything, said Marie Fu, maybe it's a fake name? Even if not, added her husband, it would be difficult to find out, and if we had to guess, he might be someone with political connections, since he had just recently concluded a secret but significant deal.Their army is still stepping up alert and training for this, which is why Russia is still nervous.Whoever this guy is, he's a formidable opponent.Everyone knows this, so it's not surprising. Is there a way to find out?Murray asked carefully. Mrs. Foley shook her head.There is no suitable manpower.We have a great husband and wife team in Hong Kong who set up a small intelligence network; two operators in Shanghai; some low-level operators in the Ministry of Defense in Beijing, but they are on long-term missions, send them Instead of helping, it puts them in danger.Dan, the problem we have with China is we don't know how the Chinese government works, we can only guess.The deputy director of operations pointed out while drinking.Ryan likes to have a drink with his closest advisors after work, but unexpectedly this prolongs their working hours. Edward continued to explain.True, we thought we knew their political heads, but not their alternates.We talk about the older guys, but they can't always figure it out on their own, they need a right hand and a right hand to do things for them, and over time, these little guys can also accumulate quite a bit of power.Who is really calling the shots?We can't be sure. I can dig it out, folks.Murray grunted, picking up his beer, when I was investigating organized crime, sometimes identifying mafia leaders from the people who opened the doors.What a bird method.That was the kindest thing the Foleys had ever heard about the CIA from the FBI.Mobile security isn't really that difficult if you think about it. Is Project Blue going well?Ren continued. You'll be happy to know that the first crew are being positioned as we speak.John should have welcomed them a few hours ago.said the CIA director. Wren had seen Foley's CIA layoff plan.Edward intends to significantly reduce staff, and is expected to cut the budget by 500 million US dollars within five years, while strengthening the field force.Those on Capitol Hill will be glad that while there is a lot of the real CIA budget in federal spending, almost no one knows about it.This is a loophole, Ryan thought. Loophole, he hated it more than ever in his life, but it's part of the policy now, isn't it?The president pondered.Is this justifiable?Is he allowing this to happen?fuck it!Laws and principles should not be like this, should they?Exactly what ideal should he cling to? The bodyguard's name is Seiler.As the nature of his work requires, he is in good health and suffers from few ailments.No one in his job would ever bow to difficulty, but when the discomfort didn't go away the way he and the doctor expected it to, Seiler knew that all people were susceptible to diarrhea and he saw blood in the toilet. Really blood.There should be no blood on the body except from scratches or gunshot wounds, nor should any diarrhea occur, which is enough to disturb anyone, especially a strong and confident person.Like many people, he waited and watched for a while, wondering if the situation might just be temporary, like a cold that comes and goes.But it got worse and worse, until finally his fear got the better of him.He left the villa before dawn and headed for the hospital.Along the way, he kept stopping to vomit, and deliberately didn't look at what he had vomited; his body continued to weaken, and he almost exhausted his last bit of strength from getting out of the car to walking to the hospital gate.He waited in the emergency room for a nurse to find his medical records.The smell of the hospital frightened him because it was associated with pain, and when a black nurse called his name, he stood up, mustering all his dignity and composure, and checked in with the one he had been to before. room. The second group of ten prisoners was almost the same as the first group, except that none of them had been convicted of apostasy.They're a nuisance, Moody thought, look at the waxy faces and furtive looks of these guys.They looked like criminals, with wandering eyes, never daring to look him in the eye, looking like they were looking for a chance to escape.The look on their faces was a mixture of fear and a lingering hint of malevolence.They're not people, the doctor thought childishly, they're just insignificant beings. Here are some sick people, he said to them, you are going to take care of them.If you do well, you can be trained as assistants in your prison hospital, otherwise you can only go back to your cells to await execution.Anyone who misbehaved was immediately and severely punished.They all nodded, because they all knew the meaning of severe punishment. They had all been prepared in advance, undressed, showered, shaved, disinfected, and then put on green surgical gowns with numbers printed on the back and cloth slippers.Armed guards lead them through layers of airtight doors with medics and an armed guard with a gun.From the black and white screen of the monitor, Moody saw that the prisoners were dragging along the corridor with plastic buckets, and their eyes were looking around curiously, no doubt trying to escape. They stopped outside the treatment room door and must have smelled or seen something inside.They gradually adapted to this environment, and one of them finally understood On the monitor, a medical soldier waved to the man who was at the door.The man hesitated, then began to talk back.After a while, he slammed the bucket on the ground and started pumping his fists while everyone else looked on.At this time, the security guard appeared in the corner of the screen. He raised his pistol and shot the prisoner in the face.The body fell to the floor, leaving black spots on the gray walls.The nearest medic pointed to another prisoner, who immediately collected the bucket from the floor and walked into the room.That group was never going to cause trouble again, and Moody turned his gaze to another monitor. This is a color screen.Moody looked at Patient One on the corner bed.Standing at the end of the bed with a bucket in his hand, the newcomer saw something.A voice was heard in the room, but the reception was not very good.However, the security personnel still couldn't help turning its volume to zero, because the sound was so pitiful, as if the person who heard it would also be weak; the cries, moans and whimpers of the dying people made them look Not so vicious anymore. Assistant No. 1 remained there, bending over Patient No. 1, a convicted murderer, whose feet were chained to the bed.Moody zoomed in and saw that the shackles had worn away from his skin, and there was a red smear of blood on the mat.The man writhed in pain, when the first assistant remembered his task, he put on plastic gloves, wet the cotton first, and then wiped the patient's forehead. Now, patient care is less of an issue now that they have confirmed that the Maineca strain of Ebola is indeed airborne, the next step is to see if the virus reproduces attenuated and this can be passed on through an already infected The process of air dissemination of the first convicts continues.He found that most of the newcomers were doing what they were told to do but were just rudely swabbing with cotton sloppily and quickly.A few seemed genuinely sympathetic.Maybe Allah will find out about this and forgive them in ten days from now when their time of death comes. transcript.Casey said to Ryan who walked into the bedroom. how?her husband asked. look by youself.suggested the wife. Oh, thought the President, taking the transcript from her.On the whole, everything is okay, and the attached comment sheet even pointed out that the homework performance has improved in the past few weeks. It is conceivable that the operators have helped. If Sally wanted to get into Hopkins, she would have to work harder in the sciences.Casey said. She's still just a kid.To her father she will always be a child. She will grow up.Guess what?She is now infatuated with a young football player.That guy's name is Kenny, he's really cool looking, Mrs. President replied, and he needs a haircut, his hair is even longer than mine. Oh hell.the president replied. It's long overdue when I started dating i don't want to hear this I married you, didn't I?She pauses.Mr President Ren turned around.yes. How can we get to Lincoln Bedroom?Kathy asked.Ren saw a glass next to the bed.She had a drink or two because there is no operation tomorrow. He never sleeps there, baby.The reason they call it that is because That painting, I know, I asked.I love that bed.She explained with a smile.Kathy put down the patient note, took off her glasses, and raised her arms high like a toddler asking for a hug.You know, at least until this week, I haven't had sex with the most powerful man in the world. Is the time right?Kathy never used birth control pills. What time?she answered.Her menstrual cycle is always as accurate as a metronome. you don't want another Maybe I don't particularly care. You are forty years old.The president reminded her. OK, thanks!Pregnancy is very unlikely at this age, what are you worried about? Ren thought for a while.It's all right, I thought, I haven't had a vasectomy yet, have I? No, you never said you would if you did it now, the First Lady went on with a utterly mischievous smile, it would probably be in the newspapers and maybe it would be broadcast live!Van Damme might also tell you that it sets a good example for zero population growth, unless national security is involved What? When the President of the United States cuts that thing off, they don't respect America anymore, do they? Ryan nearly laughed, but held back because the guards in the corridor might hear Can you really enjoy yourself? Maybe I'm used to it all or I just want to lie down.she added. At this time, the phone beside the bed rang.Casey answered the phone dissatisfied.Hello?Yes, Dr. Sabo, Mrs. Emory?ok no i don't think so no absolutely not i'll be there tomorrow and give her some medicine to put her to sleep.Can't remove bandages without my permission, she's just whiny.OK, good night.She put down the phone and complained that I had just completed her lens replacement a few days ago.She doesn't like being blindfolded, but if the bandage is removed too soon wait, he is playing They have a phone number for the Wilmore Center. That phone, like all White House phones, was probably bugged. They bugged our phone at home, didn't they?Kathy asked. Let's not talk about these.Ryan lay down next to his wife, you don't really want another baby, do you? I just want to have sex with my husband, I can't choose when, can I? Is it that bad?He kisses her tenderly. True, but I won't get too mad because you did your best.You remind me of my new colleagues, only they are older than you.She stroked his face and smiled.If something is going to happen, let it happen.I like being a woman. I like this better.