Chapter 54 Chapter Fifty-second

The plane landed at the military air station.Kenya has a small air force, although its strength was unknown to the two visiting Americans.This time they were greeted by a defense attache, a black colonel, who wore an infantry combat medal, showing that he had participated in the Persian Gulf War. Colonel Clark, Major Chavez.Then he paused and said: Chavez, have we met? ninja!Ding Xiao opened his mouth, the first battalion of the seventh brigade. sword!You disappeared and I guess they found you again.Relax, only I know your history.The military attache reminded them. How did you get your medal, Colonel?on the way to the parking lot, Chavez asked.

In the bloody battle with Iraq, I was in charge of a battalion, and we gained and lost.Then his tone changed: What is the current domestic situation? terrible.Ding replied. Remember, biological warfare is primarily a psychological weapon, just as poison gas in 1991 posed a psychological threat to us. Maybe, Clarke said, but it's frightening, Colonel. I feel the same way, the military attache admitted, and my family is in Atlanta, where CNN reports there have been cases. Is there no official reception this time?Chavez asked. Not this time, we're going to find a policeman.I'm asking my friends in the cabinet to keep this down, I have quite a few pretty good connections here.

great.Clarke said as the car moved.Ten minutes later they reached their destination. Most of the animal dealers' trading sites are on the outskirts of the city, not far from the airport and the main road that leads deep into the jungle. God!said Chavez after getting out of the car. It's noisy, isn't it?I was here this morning when he was shipping a shipment of green monkeys to Atlanta.He opened the briefcase and took out something and handed it over: Come on, you need this. good.Clark stuffed the envelope into his folder. Hello!Businessman walks out of the office to say hello.He was tall, and beside him was a senior police officer in uniform.The military attache came up to him and took him aside; the policeman didn't seem to object.Clark saw that the infantry colonel had a knack for it.

Hello, said John, shaking his hand, this is Colonel Clark and this is Major Chavez. Are you the US Air Force? Yes, sir.Ding replied. I love airplanes.What kind of plane do you fly? all fly.Clark replied.The local businessman had already fallen for half the trap.If you don't mind, we'd like to ask some questions. About monkeys?Why are you interested in monkeys?The Police Commissioner did not say. Does that matter?John asked, handing over an envelope.The merchant put it in his pocket without counting the number, and he could already feel how thick it was. Of course it doesn't matter, but I really like airplanes.What do you want to know?He asked in a friendly and hearty tone.

Do you sell monkeys?John said. Yeah, sold to zoos, private collectors, and medical labs.Come, let me show you.He led them to a three-sided building of corrugated iron.There were two trucks parked there, and five workers, all wearing thick leather gloves, were lifting the cages up. The Centers for Disease Control in Atlanta just ordered a hundred green monkeys.They were beautiful, the merchant explained, but unattractive, and the local farmers hated them. Why?Ding looked at those cages and asked.They are made of copper wire and have handles on the top. They look like chicken coops from a distance, but they look bigger when you look closer, but

Like rats, they destroy crops and are smarter than rats.But Americans worship them as gods, complaining that they are being used as medical experiments.The businessman laughed, as if we'd catch them all.There are millions of them here, and we catch 30 and breed another 30 a month later.The farmers begged us to catch them. You had a shipment for Atlanta earlier this year, but you sold it to someone else, didn't you?Clark asked.He saw Travez go the other way, seemingly staring at the empty cages.Maybe he couldn't stand the strong smell here. They didn't pay as expected, and the other customer had money, the animal dealer pointed out, it's business, Colonel.

John smiled: Hey, I'm not from the Consumer Protection Association, I just want to know who you sold to. Just a buyer, said the dealer, and I don't have to know everything about him. Where is he from?Clark insisted. I have no idea.He pays in U.S. dollars, but he may not be American.He was a taciturn fellow, recalled the animal dealer, not very friendly. Was it shipped by air? Yeah, an old Boeing 707, full.Not only did they buy my monkeys, they bought monkeys from other places as well.You see, there are green monkeys all over Africa, and you conservationists don't have to worry about them going extinct.

Do you have records?Buyer's name, manifest, aircraft registration? You mean customs records?He shook his head, unfortunately, I don't have it, maybe I lost it. You have a tacit understanding with the airport officials.Clark showed an imperceptible smile. Yes, I have many friends in government.His sly smile said it was true.Well, there is official corruption in America too, isn't there?Clark thought. Then you don't know where they went? Yes, if I knew, I would be more than happy to help you.The animal dealer replied, patting the money pocket. Clark didn't know what else he could ask. The animal trader just used his relationship with the authorities to make some income, and the authorities turned a blind eye to it for a little profit.

Thank you, we may talk to you again. Sorry that's all I can tell you.He said in all sincerity that for the sake of the five thousand dollars he thought something more should be done, since of course he would not give a penny back. The two walked towards the car together, Chavez also followed, he thought deeply and said nothing.As he approached the car, the military attache also shook hands with the director in farewell.After the car started, Clark looked back and saw the businessman pulling out some banknotes from the envelope and handing them to the friendly director.Very reasonable.

What do you find?asked the real colonel. No record.John replied. That's the way business is done here.Taxes are payable when everything is exported, but the police and customs officers usually collusion.John interrupted, frowning. That's the word.Hey, my dad used to say that if you were a police chief, you'd have nothing to worry about for the rest of your life. cage.Ding said suddenly. What?Clark asked. You see, John, those cages!We've seen it before, in the hangars at Tehran Air Force Base.He stood a little farther away just now to compare the cages they saw in Mehrabad, all the same size and type.In the fighter tank there is what looks like a chicken coop.remember?

damn it! Another clue, Mr. Clark, that connecting all the coincidences is trickery.Where do we go next? Khartoum. I've seen it in movies. The news featured National Guard on major interstates blocking roads.Only food and medicine trucks are allowed through, but each one is inspected, and the drivers are tested for Ebola antibodies before they are given a pass for fast-track travel. But other vehicles are different.Many people interviewed thought the road closure was a joke, before commentators said it proved the president's order was not only unworkable, but wrong, stupid and unconstitutional. On a spur of the road, a traffic altercation led to two shootings, killing a man.The news made national headlines within two hours, with commentators again questioning the president's order, with one even placing the dead body on the steps in front of the White House. The same is true at the border.Canadian military police blocked all border crossings, while American citizens in Canada were asked to go to the nearest hospital for testing; the same happened in Europe.As for the Mexican army, it cooperated with the US authorities for the first time and cut off the main traffic route going south. Local traffic is still smooth, people can enter supermarkets and convenience stores in limited quantities to buy necessities, and masks in pharmacies have been sold out.Many asked local hardware stores and paint dealers to supply masks that were meant for other purposes, and television outlets told people that the masks, when sprayed with household disinfectants, were more effective at repelling the virus than the military's chemical gear.As a result, some people suffered from allergies, breathing difficulties, and even death due to excessive dosage. Doctors all over the country are very busy, because people soon know that the symptoms of Ebola infection are similar to influenza at the beginning, so as long as they have slight symptoms, they think they have contracted Ebola, causing the hospital to panic. Adequate medical facilities are needed to identify real patients. But while watching the tension, people are also curious about how real the panic is. Well, that means we're all safe.General Diggs told his staff at a morning meeting.Fort Aven is one of the most remote military camps in the United States, with only one road for access, and that road is now blocked by a Bradley combat vehicle. Other military bases have not been so lucky.A senior Pentagon officer fell ill two days after flying to Germany for a meeting, infecting a doctor and two nurses.The news terrified NATO allies, who immediately quarantined the US base.What makes the Pentagon even more troublesome is that almost every base has cases, which has a terrible impact on morale, because the news can no longer be concealed.The overseas phone rings non-stop, making people on both sides very busy. Washington, too, was in a hurry.A task force including all intelligence agencies, the FBI, and federal law enforcement agencies has been formed.The investigation into the wrecked Gulfstream business jet has also entered a new and unexpected phase. In Georgia, six federal agents had a lengthy meeting with Gulfstream's senior test pilot, and the most important finding was that the plane's flight recorders hadn't been found.The commander of the Sharpford ship also confirmed that his ship had tracked the plane and tried to detect the whereabouts of the black box, but found nothing, which puzzled the Navy.Gulfstream's chief test pilot explained that if the plane crashes badly, no matter how tough the airframe is, the black box will shatter.But the commander remembered that the plane was not flying very fast, and no wreckage was found. The FAA has uncovered the crew's identities and flight credentials, confirming that they are all former Iranian air force pilots who trained in the United States in the late 1970s, and based on this discovery, their photos and fingerprints .Another group of pilots who flew the same plane and worked for the same Swiss company received similar training.The military attache in Switzerland immediately called to request official assistance in interviewing the two men. Well, Commissioner Murray concludes, we know of a sick Belgian nun, her friend, and an Iranian doctor who mysteriously disappeared on a Swiss plane.The plane was owned by a small trading company, we could find out quickly, and we knew the crew was Iranian. It seems that things seem to have some clues.Foley said.At this time, an operator brought a fax to the director of the CIA.check it out.He handed over the fax, and the message wasn't long. They always think they are smart.Murray said, and passed on the new news to everyone. Don't underestimate them, Foley warned, and the president simply can't do anything until we have the evidence.Maybe then no action could be taken, Foley thought.The army is in disarray now, plus what Chavez said before he left.Damn it, but it also shows that this kid is getting smarter.Foley doesn't know what the future will look like, and now there are more and more urgent things, maybe he should discuss it with Fu Mali in private. Travez doesn't feel smart when he's dozing off in a leather chair.It would take three hours to get to Khartoum, and he closed his eyes and began to think. The people who do it are not that smart.Yes, all five people on board disappeared along with the plane, but it doesn't end there, does it? HX|NJA, he remembered that it was written in the customs documents.They have records probably because the people shipped out are not monkeys. HX stands for Switzerland, NJA is for private jets, and N is the designation for American aircraft. NJA, NINJA, he smiled. NINJA is the nickname of his old unit, the 1st Battalion, 17th Infantry Regiment.They had their glory days, and now the 7th Light Infantry Division has been disbanded, the banners are shelved, and maybe ninjas will be used later. He opened his eyes, stood up, stretched, and stepped forward.He woke up the pilot who had had a petty altercation with Clark.Colonel? What's up?He only opened one eye. How much are these planes worth? None of us can afford it.Opened eyes closed again. Be serious. More than 20 million US dollars, depending on the model and equipment.If there is a better business jet than this, I lose to him. Thanks.Chavez returned to his seat.He felt the nose of the plane descending, the annoying sound of the engines fading away; they were about to land in Khartoum.No matter who came to pick them up, he knew the city wouldn't be as friendly as the first two. The helicopter landed at Fort McHenry, where it was not the presidential limousine but the Secret Service car.Wren will be under armed guard and will be surrounded by stern-looking police officers. He himself was wearing a mask, and three TV cameras were broadcasting, but he rarely looked at the cameras during the few steps to the car.They quickly headed to Hopkins Hospital, where the president and first lady would watch with concern on camera.As the president, he has to be with the people. Regardless of whether what he does actually helps them or not, they all want to see his care. This is the most meaningful and least meaningful thing. The convoy rolled into the corner of Wolfe Street, where the Maryland National Guard had been deployed.The local commander had sent guards to all the hospitals, and Lane thought this was the real thing.Facing so many people with guns and live ammunition around them, the president's operatives felt nervous. There are not many people here at this time, but they all wear masks, and even the corridors are filled with the chemical smell that has now swept the country.Does this measure have a greater impact on psychology or physiology?This is the purpose of Ryan's trip. Hi Dave.The president and the dean greeted each other.The dean wore green instead of a white robe, and wore a mask and gloves like everyone else.The two of them did not shake hands. Mr. President, thank you for coming.Cameras were everywhere in the hallway, and reporters had followed the president in.Before any reporter had time to ask questions, under the instruction of Ren, the dean took them all out.When they reached the medical floor, Secret Service agents hurried to the front, and the busy corridor was buzzing with people. How much is that, Dave? We have thirty-four patients here, and the number for the whole district is one hundred and forty, which is the latest number I have.Now we have enough beds, we have enough staff; half of the patients have been discharged after being confirmed safe.Now all unnecessary operations have been cancelled, and we only do some ordinary work, such as delivering babies and treating ordinary patients, whether it is infectious or not, we have treatment. where is caseyRyan asked. This way, let us change your clothes for you.The existing doctor's and nurse's lounges on the floor have been used as changing rooms.No time to pay attention to the details, the operator walked in first, only to find a woman wearing only underwear, choosing a suitable size protective clothing.She didn't blush because this was the fourth time she changed clothes here. Hang your clothes over there.she points.oh!She called again, and she recognized the president. Thanks, Ryan said, taking the clothes from Andrea as he took off his shoes.She inspected the woman briefly, and it was clear she was not armed.How is the situation?Ryan asked. She was the head nurse on that floor and replied without turning around, it sucks.She hesitated but decided she should turn around: We appreciate your wife being here to help. I stopped her.he admitted.He didn't feel guilty at all about it, and didn't know if he should. So does my husband.She came over, come, wear the hat like this.Ryan felt a little uncomfortable, wearing a plastic bag on his head was so unnatural.The nurse saw his expression and I thought so too, you'll get used to it. Across the room, Dean James was also dressed.He came over and checked the president's hazmat suit. Can you hear me? able.Although there was a portable air conditioner on his straps, Ryan was already sweating.The dean turned around and said to the operators, from now on, you must obey me, I will not let him be in any danger, but we don't have enough protective clothing for you.You'll be safe if you stay in the corridor.Don't touch anything, give way to a cart, and if you can't, go to the end of the corridor.If you see any plastic container, stay away, you know? Got it, sir.For the first time the president saw Andrea and was terrified.He is the same, the psychological impact is terrible.James patted the president on the shoulder. Come with me, I know it's scary, but I'll be fine in this.We all have to get used to it, don't we, Tisha? The head nurse turned around, and she had already put on the protective clothing.yes doctor. Kathy is inside.He opened the door and Ryan walked in. He saw two men in blue examining a little boy about eight years old.Ryan couldn't tell which one was his wife from behind, James grabbed his hand and forbade him to move forward.One of them was working hard to administer an IV to a patient, and it was impossible to get distracted.The child was rolling and moaning in pain. Ryan couldn't see his face clearly, but his stomach was already churning. Don't move, it will make you feel better.It was Kathy's voice, obviously she was getting the injection.Another grabbed the child's arm.There, she said, holding up her hand. Well done, Doctor. Thank you.Kathy went to the electronic box that controlled the morphine dose, pressed the correct number, and double-checked to make sure the machine was working properly.When she was done she turned around, oh! hi dear. Jack, you shouldn't be here.The doctor told him firmly. Who should come then? Well, I've got the information Dr. McGregor has given me.CIA station chief Frank.Clayton told them while driving his red Chevy.Clarke had seen him on the training ground before. That takes us to meet him, Frank.Clark looked at his watch, and after two o'clock after midnight, he yawned.The first thing to do is to go to the embassy to change clothes. American soldiers are not so welcome here; in fact, the station master has warned that Americans are no big deal here.Chavez noticed a vehicle following them from the airport. But wait, we drop it at the embassy.You know, sometimes I think it might not be such a bad thing if my mates get kidnapped out of Africa.Don't tell anyone I said that.Compared with this bird place, Alabama is like paradise on earth. After he parked the car in the embassy parking lot, he led them in.A minute later, his men came out, started the Chevrolet, and returned along the same road, and the car that was following him followed immediately. shirt.The station master handed it over while talking, I don't think you need to change your underwear. Have you talked to McGregor?Clark asked. Talked on the phone a few hours ago.We pick him up where he lives.I picked a quiet parking lot where we could talk.Clayton told them. Will he be in danger? Unlikely, the locals are very lazy.If someone is stalking, I know what to do. So let's get going in the night, man.John said. McGregor's place wasn't that bad, in a neighborhood popular with Europeans, and the station master said it was pretty safe.The station master picked up his mobile phone and dialed the doctor's phone number.In less than a minute, the door opened, and a man walked towards the car and sat directly in the back seat.After closing the door, the car started immediately. I've never done anything like this.John was surprised to notice, he said, that he was younger than Travez and had a shy look on his face.Who are you guys? CIA.Clark told him. real! It's true, doctor.Clayton said from the front seat.He checked the rearview mirror, but no one was following him.But for safety's sake, he turned left first, then right, and then left again. Can you let others know about this?"Are you going to have to kill me?" McGregor asked as the car returned to the main road it had just passed. Doctor, that's from the movie, okay?Real life doesn't work that way, Chavez said.If I told you we were from the State Department, you wouldn't believe it, would you? You are not like diplomats.McGregor said. Clark turned from the front seat. Thank you, sir, for agreeing to meet with us. There is only one reason why I did this, the local government did not allow me to treat my two patients properly, and let me stand by.But I'm not wrong. Well, first of all, please tell me everything you know.John asked, turning on the tape recorder at the same time. You look a little tired, Kathy.Talking through a plastic mask is not so easy. The doctor looked up at the clock on the wall, it was off-duty time.She didn't know that it was Van Damme who had asked the hospital to make this schedule, otherwise she would be very angry because the world had brought her to the brink. The child was delivered this afternoon and is a second-generation case who must have caught it from his father, who was upstairs. What about the rest of his family? His mother has tested positive, his sister has not been infected and is living in another building; they have a reserved area for those who have been directly threatened but have not been tested.Come, let me show you around.After a while they came to Ward One, the temporary home for the patients. Ren thought the smell must not be real.There was a black stain on the sheets and two people were trying to get it removed.The man was in a semi-conscious state, struggling to break free from the restraints that had pinned him to the bed; this disturbed the two paramedics. The sheets were going to be burned, Kathy said, leaning her helmeted head on her husband, and we all took safety precautions. How serious is he? She pointed to the door at the back, and followed Ren into the corridor.As soon as the door closed behind him, Kathy poked his finger in his chest angrily, Jack, you should never, never talk about a patient's condition in front of them unless you know they'll be fine; never!She paused, then continued without apologizing for the excitement: He had been showing symptoms for three days. Is there hope? She shook her head.They walked back down the corridor and looked at a few more rooms, all of which were equally grim. Casey?It's the voice of the dean, you are off work, let's go.He ordered. Where is Alexander?Ryan asked. Upstairs, the Dean is in charge of this floor.We hoped that Ralph would come back to help, but the flight was unable to land.Then she saw the camera, what are they doing here? hurry up.Ren took his wife to the locker room.In front of three women and a man who didn't seem interested in women at all, he hurriedly changed clothes before leaving the dressing room and heading for the elevator. Wait a minute, a woman's voice yells, a patient is being brought up!walk the stair.The operator obediently did as well.Lane and his wife made it to the first floor, still wearing face coverings when they went outside. How can you hold on? Before Casey could answer, a voice screamed, Mr. President!Two operators stepped forward to block the way of the reporters and photographers, but Wren signaled them to back off.The couple went up under the protection of armed soldiers and plainclothes. yes, what's the matter?Ren asked as he took off his mask.The reporter holds the microphone far away from himself. Under other circumstances, it would all be a little too comical.Everyone is intimidated. Why are you here, sir? Oh, it's part of my job to care about progress, and I want to see Kathy too. We know the first lady works upstairs.do you have something to say to the people I am a doctor!Kathy said word for word, we all work shifts up there, this is my job. Is it serious? Before Casey lashed out at them, Ryan said, I know you have to ask this question, but I think you know the answer.These people are very sick, doctors across the country are doing their best, and all doctors, patients and families are not feeling well. Dr. Wren, is Ebola really as scary as it is made out to be? She nodded, yes, it's pretty scary, but we're doing the best we can. It has been suggested that since the patient has little hope and is in great pain what do you want to say?kill them? Uh, if they're as miserable as everyone says I'm not that kind of doctor, she's blushing, we're trying to salvage, maybe we'll find a better solution, give up and there's nothing.Real doctors don't euthanize patients!what's the matter with youThose are human lives, my job is to fight for their lives, you don't need to tell me what to do! Her husband gripped her shoulders, and she stopped: I'm sorry, I'm so excited. Can you give us a few minutes?Ryan asked, we haven't had a chance to speak since yesterday.We are husband and wife, just like normal people. OK, sir.The reporters backed away, but the cameras remained on them. Come on baby.Ryan hugged her for the first time in over a day. Tomorrow or the day after, their lives are at stake, Jack.she whispered, and then began to cry. He lowered his head and leaned against her head: you know, you are quite human, doctor. How can they say that?Oh, we can't cure them, so let them die with dignity.This is not what I learned. I know. She sniffed and wiped her eyes with his shirt.Well, I'm much better now.I have eight hours of rest. where do you sleep She took a deep breath and shrugged: Mominy building, they're bringing some beds over.Bernie lives in New York and helps out in Columbia.They have two hundred patients there. You are all strong, doctor.He bowed his head and smiled at his wife. Jack, if you find out who did it We are doing it.the president said. Know any of these people?The station master handed over some pictures he had taken himself and a flashlight. This is Seiler!He didn't say who he was, and I didn't find out. These are Iraqis who fled here after the government fell.Are you sure it's this? Sure enough, I treated him for over a week, and the poor fellow died afterwards.McGregor looked at some more, this one looks like Shahaile, thank goodness she survived, she's lovely, it's her father. what is going on?Chavez asked. We were at the training ground. You're still the instructor, John.Clayton grinned and I went out and took these pictures after I got the order, they came in quite a luxury, omg look at this big plane! It looks almost exactly like a picture postcard.After watching it, Clark clicked his tongue and said: It's a great shot. Thanks. let me see.Travez picked up the photo and moved the flashlight closer.ninja.he whispered, damn ninja What? John, look at the letters on the tail.Ding said calmly. HX｜NJA God. Clayton, said Chavez, is your cell phone insured? After turning it on, the station master pressed three numbers and said: It's safe now.Where are you calling? Langley. Mr. President, can we interview you now? Ren nodded, okay, come on.When he needed to take a walk, he beckoned them to follow.Maybe I should apologize instead of Kathy.She doesn't like it, but she's a good doctor, said the President wearily, and they're all on edge right now, as are we all. Could it be premeditated, sir? I can't talk about that until we know for sure. Sir, can you give us any hope? Ryan began to talk about this topic: For the sick, their hope comes from the doctors and nurses, from which you can see that they are good people, fighters, and warriors.I am very proud of my wife.I know my presidential order has pissed off some people, but I have to save people.I wish there was an easier way, but no one has come to tell me yet.Criticism is easy, but that's not what we need right now.Well, I'm already very tired, he avoids the camera and said, can we call it a day? Okay, thank you, Mr. President. good.Ren turned and walked towards the parking lot.He saw a black man in his forties smoking a cigarette, ignoring the hospital's no-smoking sign.The president walked towards him, not noticing the three operators and two soldiers following him. can i sit down sure.The man sat on the edge of a brick planter, staring at the concrete floor without even looking up.Then, he extended his hand and handed him a cigarette and a lighter.They tacitly did not sit close together. Thanks.Ryan handed back the lighter.He sat about four feet away from the man. Are you too, man? What's the meaning? My wife is inside.She worked as a babysitter in someone else's house, and their family was sick, and now she is sick too. My wife is a doctor and she is in it. It doesn't matter, man, it doesn't matter anymore. I know.Ren took a long drag on the cigarette and let it out. They wouldn't even let me in, saying it was too dangerous.Asked me to stay around after drawing my blood, not allowed to smoke, not allowed to see her.God!Dude, what's going on? What would you do if you were the one who got sick and you knew you might infect your wife? He nodded, but his anger was still there. I know, the doctor said so.I know he's right, but it's just unbearable.He paused, the assholes who did this will pay for it. Ryan didn't know what to say, and Andre helped him out, Mr. President, the director of the CIA is looking for you. The man turned his head and looked at him with brown eyes, you are the president. Yes, sir.Ren replied calmly. You said your wife works in it? Ren nodded and sighed: Yes, she has been working here for fifteen years.I'm here to see her and see how things are going.I'm very sorry What's the meaning? They won't let you in, but let me in. He made a face, and I think you've seen it for me too.Your little girl was in danger last week, is she okay? She's fine, and kids that age forget it quickly. That's fine, hey, thanks for talking to me about this. Thank you for the smoke.The president stood up and walked towards Price as he spoke.He picked up the phone, Edward, this is Jack. Mr. President, we need you back and we have something to show you.Foley told him, wondering how to explain to the president the evidence that hung on the conference room wall at CIA headquarters. Be there in an hour, Edward. Yes, sir.We have a clue. Ren turned off the phone and handed it back, let's go!