Chapter 28 Chapter Twenty Seven

The next morning, Sarah woke up feeling a little more determined.Looking at the picturesque hills not far from the window, she felt restless.The comforting peace she had felt in Vegas for the past week was gone.She wanted to get out of here, to go back home to London, to go to Barrington, to get some murky things clear and clear. It's safe to go now.She was going to tell Jacob and Jack at the breakfast table today to get out as soon as possible. As she expected, they didn't want her to go.Her attitude was firm.She told them her reasons, or most of them.She was afraid of hurting their pride, so she didn't tell them the thought that she was so protected here that she felt uncomfortable and unable to deal with her pain.

She asked Jacob if he would like to stay a few more days.She said she would be glad if he stayed a few more days while she cleared things up.Jacob was reluctant to leave her alone, but he knew her well enough to know that she had a strong desire to be independent.He also knew that she was worried that his involvement with her would get him into trouble.Barrington would know that she had escaped from his home.This would lead to the indisputable conclusion that it was Jacob who assisted her in her escape, and that Jacob probably knew the reason for her escape.Jacob didn't care about the outcome, but he realized that Barrington might threaten him, thereby compromising Sarah in some way.He will be a weak link for her.

Neither Jacob nor Sara said much so as not to make the other uncomfortable.Their concerns are self-evident.If it would make Sara happier to be with Jack, he was more than willing to do so.He could not help her much in London now, so he was willing to stay in Morocco for the time being. Sarah pulled Jack aside before leaving for the airport. I made copies of all the evidence, and I took a set with me.I leave all other materials here for you and Jacob.I know you're going to ask a lot why, if something happens to me, do you know that you can guarantee that all the information will be released to the world?It could be through Hilton, or whoever you see fit.Speaking of which, she smiled. I don't mean to make a big deal out of a molehill. In fact, nothing will happen.This is just my little insurance policy.This approach has worked before, and it may work again this time.

Jack smiled slightly, and said a few words quickly, so as not to make Jacob feel suspicious.It was a conversation they didn't want Jacob to hear.They all knew he would be sad to hear that. I'll do that when I have to.We both know you won't need it, but it's good to have it. When Jacob came, he asked them what they were talking about.Sarah smiled and said: You, you know random suspicion.I'm thanking Jack for helping me so much.There's nothing wrong with that, right? Jacob held her hand tightly: nothing wrong.Of course there is nothing wrong with that.He is a very ghostly person, but his heart is not bad.

Jack slapped Jacob lightly on the back, then turned quickly, telling everyone to hurry up: Okay, stop talking.She's about to miss the flight. They took Sarah to the airport.After she got out of the car, they stood there in a daze, saying goodbye to her Yiyi.Sara kissed their cheeks as she hugged them, wet their faces with tears.They watched her disappear into the terminal, this time on a civilian flight, before slowly turning back. When the plane took off and flew to London, Sarah sat for a long time in a daze, but she had made up her mind.For an hour or two she felt a numbness in her head.As she flew across the English Channel, she felt like she was thinking again.Questions that she hadn't dared to think about shortly after takeoff now flooded her mind.

She finds herself immersed in pain, love, extreme anticipation and despair.The image of Dante came to her mind, his eyes fixed on her.Those two eyes were not very angry.But even so, she couldn't imagine that they would never be able to open now.She also thought of Jung-mi, for whom her affection was in many ways much deeper.Her quiet smile, her wisdom, her fortitude are all gone now.Sarah felt suffocated. The plane shook slightly and landed at Heathrow Airport.Sarah got off the plane with other passengers and came to the passenger hall.She clutched a large tote bag tightly.In the handbag are lipsticks, combs, perfumes and all kinds of paraphernalia commonly used by women.It also contained a collection of audio and video tapes that she had copied about Catania and his associates, as well as evidence of Governor Barrington's misconduct.

She passed passport control, took the suitcase Jack had lent her, passed through customs, and joined the chattering crowd outside.She made her way through the bustling crowd toward the subway.Standing on the platform, she looked around at the tired, depressed, tanned faces all around her.These people, she thought, were all ready to come back to work. Among them were doctors, secretaries, lawyers, shop assistants, bankers.She will never go back to Intercontinental Bank.It was never possible to return to normal work. It's too early to analyze my feelings and estimate the changes in her, but some things are already like nails on the board.One of them is that she used to want to make herself a bank employee.That's gone now, and even if she could recreate that opportunity, she has no such interest.For her, these trappings of normal life no longer existed.

A staff member at the passport verification office responded quickly.For days he had memorized her description: tall, pretty, with brown hair and eyes.He saw her sad and depressed, walking towards him in the line.He recognized her immediately.As she walked forward, his heart beat involuntarily.He didn't know what she had done, but it must have been something serious.She was listed as a high-profile target, which usually refers to terrorists and fugitives. When she stood in front of him and handed him her passport with a smile, he really wanted to pounce on her and grab her.A burst of impulsiveness in him nearly showed itself.It's her, Sarah.Jason.She doesn't look like a terrorist or a criminal, but there's no writing on these people's faces.He handed her the passport back with a smile, and pressed the button under the table.Soon someone came to replace him.He hurried to the security department to report the situation to his contact person in the special operations department, and sent Sarah to wait and monitor.Jensen's work network was energized.

Bartrop was shocked when he heard the news.Sarah.Jason finally showed up again, walking out of the airport leisurely like a tourist.She looked tired and depressed, but without any expression of gloom or fear. Her demeanor and her unconcerned expression suggested that she was no longer concerned about her safety.With luck and quick action, Special Operations could send someone to follow her from the airport.It won't be long before the monitors are fully engaged in their work.Bartrop made a careful deployment, and he formed several small teams in advance to prepare for her return.He'll have an answer soon enough.He finds it very interesting and is waiting for information feedback.

The subway train rumbles up, rousing Sarah from her contemplation.She squeezed into the last car and stood shoulder to shoulder with the other passengers. The people in the carriage were close to each other, their bodies were sticky from sweat, and the stale air made it impossible for her to continue thinking about her own affairs.Sweat trickled down her back and her hair was wet.On the contrary, she felt that this uncomfortable feeling was quite good. She disembarked at South Kensington station, walked out through the lunch rush, and walked on the hot pavement, made hotter by the reflections of the glass, in the scorching sun.

It is rare for London in July to be as muggy as the Mediterranean.The heat on the road was unbearable, and the concrete pavement was so sun-baked that cracks opened. She carried her suitcase through the streets, stopping now and then to change the suitcase from one sweaty hand to the other, and every place she passed brought back memories of the past: Onslow Square, the old boyfriend, quietly returned to his home early in the morning wearing the clothes of the night before.Sydney Avenue, Catherine, who specializes in suits｜Walker's Chelsea clothing design studio.Chelsea Farmer Great Market, having lunch with a bunch of girls who sneaked out of the office and chatting about everyone's nasty things.Although the King's Road has lost its former splendor and has many homeless people on the street, it is still an attractive place to go.The more she walked, the stronger she felt under her feet. Carlyle Square is a paradise of green shadows.Sarah walked into the square, feeling relieved.The ladies who went to lunch wore high heels and stockings, oblivious to the scorching sun.The puppy barked a few times at the flies, and the square was steaming. It was hard to imagine that violence would happen in such an elegant and chic house.What would have happened had she stayed here instead of going to Geneva that weekend, or hadn't gone straight to Dante's on her return?Would she have been killed in Carlyle Square, in her own home? When she inserted the key into the lock, she recalled how she felt terrified when she heard that her two friends had been killed, but felt even more grateful. The key turns in the lock.She didn't dare to breathe. After opening the door and walking in, she looked along the aisle. There was no one in the passage, the whole house seemed to be asleep in the sun, and there was no sound in the house. There was a pile of letters by the wall, which had been pushed into that position by the door.strangeness.She didn't feel anything behind the door when she pushed it open.She vaguely felt something was wrong.She put the box in the hall and walked up the stairs to the living room. There was no one in the living room, no one in the whole house.She went through the rooms one by one.The room was filled with sunlight, but also with silence.She went back to the living room, sat down on a chair, hugged her knees and cried.She sat motionless for a few minutes when suddenly the phone rang.She stood up slowly, went to pick up the phone, but there was no sound.A few seconds later, she heard the sound of the other party hanging up the phone.She put down the phone, went back to the chair and sat down.She sat for half an hour, looked around, went downstairs, picked up the key, walked out the door, and stepped into the hustle and bustle of life. She browsed the shop windows as she walked along the King's Road.Her head started buzzing, so she went into a pharmacy and bought some Nuprofen.At this time a woman also came to the counter.She turned to Sara and whispered to her.She spoke slowly, with a faintly American accent. My name is Christina.Villiers, I have something to tell you. Sarah turned her face quickly and looked at the woman next to her: she was about five feet four, with thick limbs, a large, well-defined face, a strong chin, a slender nose, high cheekbones, and a pair of bibs. Wide open blue eyes.Her lipsticked lips looked full.Yet these features are offset by her prim hairdo.Her long blond hair was tied up in a high ponytail.This combination is really inappropriate.This is the demeanor of southern Europeans and the characteristics of Italians.She was in her thirties, wearing a short beige skirt, high heels, and no stockings on her legs.She had a smile on her face, with no malice at all.Sarah couldn't help smiling at her.The woman spoke again. Please take it easy and pretend I'm your friend.Let's go together and find a cafe.So we can talk there. Sara paid for Nuprofen: Tell me, why should I go with you? Because Dante.Scarpirato and Masami Matsumoto. Sarah felt her body go stiff.Strangely, she didn't feel frightened at all.Her intuition told her that although the woman in front of her was dangerous, she did not pose a threat to her.She was very curious and wanted to know something. Well please lead the way. They walked out of the shop and into the street. Christina talked to her about the weather and the stuff in the windows of the shops they passed.Just to show that she and Sara seemed to be old friends and very close. They walked towards the red dining room of the ultimate hotel in the world.They sat down at a table in the middle of the restaurant.There are so many customers here, it's so lively.Christina seemed to glance around casually.They all ordered a coffee with milk and cheese.Sarah took a sip, waiting for Christina to speak first. Christina looked at Sarah sitting across the table with expressionless eyes. I killed Scarpirato. I got it. Sooner or later he himself would kill himself. Maybe. I regret. You are just a bullet, someone else pulls the trigger. I was going to kill you too, but the contract was canceled last night. So what are you going to do now? I think after the contract is cancelled, you will come back.I want to talk to you.I am curious that the person who made the contract will never cancel the contract casually.Her eyes narrowed, the friendly smile faded from her face, and I wondered why the contract was cancelled. Sarah took a sip of the cappuccino and thought. Assuming I know, why should I tell you? I may be able to help you.We don't have to dodge the question.You have many friends and many paths. Why?Do I have any hidden enemies? Christina leans forward across the table: Your house is under surveillance, day and night.Two young men, like a tourist couple, are sitting on the sidewalk eating sandwiches.The technician in a BT maintenance van, an old man in a Panama hat, reads in the garden.I see a dozen or so in a week.They are all professional agents, but if you know how to look, it is not difficult to see these people coming.She paused so Sarah could understand what she was saying, they tapped you. Sarah stared at her with horror. Of course, I'm not absolutely sure about this.But I saw them go in.It is very easy for them to open your lock.No one who saw it would think that it was a lock picking.She shrugged, and it's not unreasonable to think they're bugging you anyway.Any scout, if not an incompetent, will bug your house. Sarah thought of the pile of letters pushed against the wall.She began to feel a pang of dread coming over her.She is angry. Who do you think they might be?asked Christina. Sarah shrugged.She didn't want to tell Christina about her relationship with Barrington, or her suspicions about MI5. I think it's probably the police.My co-workers and my best friend were murdered, and then I disappeared.You can see why they might be a little bit interested in me, right? Christina nodded: I understand, what would that be? Sarah looked at the woman across from her.An idea popped into her head. Why should I have sex with you? I can do many things for you. How can you be sure that I can't do it by myself? Christina leaned back and looked at Sarah.She was silent for a few seconds, then asked softly and slowly: Do you think you can do it? Sarah didn't answer, just smiled lightly. After a while, Christina leaned over Sarah. Maybe you can, but that doesn't change my opinion. what is it We have many places to cooperate. Maybe. Ten minutes later, they negotiated terms.Before breaking up, the two touched their cheeks lightly, and the two perfumes mixed together.Sarah watched Christina disappearing from the back as she passed between the crowded tables. Sarah strolled home.Although she wanted to find the watcher, she restrained the desire.After entering the door, she looked around.She wondered if the monitor could hear her moving around the room.She went into the bathroom, took off her clothes on the floor, and stepped into the shower.Standing in the jet of water, she slowly stretched her body, allowing the strong water to wash away all the tense parts of her body.She flipped the switch from hot to cold and back to hot, subjecting her skin to the heat and cold. She thought of Christina, and felt that this woman was strange and annoying, and wondered how she became a killer.She didn't ask her, but she wanted to see what was going on in Christina's mind.Her smiling face and her uncompromising, expressionless eyes, which had long lost their morality, floated before her eyes. There was no scruple or conscience in those cold blue eyes.She makes no apologies for her blood-soaked career as a killer.She seemed to have sympathy for those who were close to her victims, but she had no sympathy for those victims, and she despised her victims as if they deserved that.Is she mentally ill, or driven by some underlying purpose or emotion? There was something attractive about this woman, an alluring force of personality, despite her repulsive profession.Sarah felt the allure.She was sitting on the sofa naked, with drops of water and sweat from the bath.She thought of Dante and Zhengmei. Half an hour after Sarah returned home, Bartrop received the first report, and the news followed.An agent followed her as she returned home from the airport.The agent reported that she was on the subway and seemed preoccupied, but not panicked, much less fearful.He had been following her, and when she got home, the watchers were in charge. Those watching reported that she left half an hour after arriving home, going first to a pharmacy.In the pharmacy, she seems to meet an acquaintance.A stunning blonde.A description of the woman follows.They went to a restaurant together and parted ways after half an hour.Later Sarah.Jason went home.They hadn't been able to follow the blond because they weren't manned enough to follow her and Sara at the same time.One of the agents tried to follow the blond, but couldn't.Bartrop swore angrily.Meeting someone half an hour after returning home, is it by chance?not like.Based on the description of the blonde, they searched all the files, but found nothing.So far, they do not know the identity of the woman. After Jensen returned home, there was no further contact.There were two audio bugs in her home, one in the living room and one on the phone line.When she got home, nothing was heard on either bug. Christina knew there was a tail behind her.In order to shake off her tail, she went into this shop and then into another shop, entered by the front door, exited by the back door, entered the back street, and slipped into the alley.After making sure that no one was following her, she walked towards the residence.She didn't have much time to make arrangements, luckily Sarah lived not far away.She entered her own house, and then ran upstairs to the study. Christina felt that what Sarah had revealed was like a ticking time bomb about to explode in her head.She sat down, motionless, silent, trying to stabilize her emotions.She considered all possible dangers and tried to sort out some order and logic from her chaotic thoughts.Excitement, fear, anticipation, the calm, seductive pleasure of her own actions were working through her like a drug.She sits there savoring all the flavors; plotting, calculating, weighing the possibilities of success; estimating the possible outcomes; balancing life and death; she will make her own decisions.Who will she turn her back on?Who do you support?What accidents might be encountered?What's in it for herself?She is not an indifferent outsider.The hasty conclusions she made, and the decision she had to make in the next few minutes as to what course to take, meant a lot to her and Sarah.It could be life-threatening for Jason.However, only when she has made the final choice and it is too late to change, can she be sure to predict what will happen.She will make her decisions as always, with logic and self-awareness, which is what makes her the most dangerous and inspired hitman. After making the decision, a smile appeared on her face.She grabbed the phone and dialed Antonio.Fieri's number, hoping to speak to him, because she didn't want to act without his approval. After five rings, Fieri picked up the phone. Christina greeted him, apologizing for bothering him but explaining that she was in a hurry.She told him about Catania and London's intrigue.Then she told him the whole story of the assassination, sanctioned by Catania and carried out by her.Fieri was furious and asked why she didn't report to him. She replied coldly, but with great force: There was no need to tell you then.I thought it had nothing to do with you at the time.But things have changed.I got some more information.I'm very suspicious of Catania, he's likely to implicate you. Fieri was silent for a moment, then asked what she planned to do. It depends on what you want me to do.However, tonight I happened to have a chance and it was very easy for me to start here. There was another silence, and Christina sat quietly waiting.Finally, he spoke. I've heard some gossip.you say you have evidence irrefutable evidence. Where did it come from? Christina expected him to ask this question, so she gave him a prepared answer: an infallible, extraordinary source.It is in the person's vital interest to provide us with this information. Infallible? absolute.You can trust me on that. Do you think Catania will really implicate me? Already tired. Well, that's up to you.Take the money according to the old rules, and make a phone call when things are done.