The person in the photo is Bruce, whom Demi has longed for. The red cross on it represents something self-evident. It seems that the fight between her father and Bruce has reached a point where it will never end. Demi quietly put the photo down,
He shouted Bobby's name, but his hand reached out to the mouse...
com
Thorpe, like most American men, has very strong hands-on skills. He jumped down to use the swimming pool wearing beach pants, spent a little time troubleshooting the drain, climbed out and said: "Honey, you can continue."
"Oh, Richard, you are so wonderful, I love you." Emily hugged Thorpe's neck and kissed him. The two lingered for a while, and then Thorpe said: "Honey, I still have some
Let's take care of the matter and come back to accompany you later." After saying that, he took a towel and wiped the water stains on his body and returned to the study.
After going out for a while, the computer screen should have entered the screensaver program, but it was still on. Thorpe's heart sank, and he grabbed the walkie-talkie on the table and asked, "McCain, is there anything abnormal?"
"Everything is normal, sir," McCain replied. The experienced former White House operative is now Thorpe's full-time security chief, not only guarding his home and family, but also accompanying Mr. Thorpe when he travels.
about.
"Barbara, come here." Thorp called. Barbara was their Mexican servant. A chubby woman, hearing the master's call, she hurried to the study and asked: "Sir?"
"Well, what were you doing just now?"
"Been peeling potatoes in the kitchen, sir."
"Are you sure?" Mr. Thorpe frowned.
Barbara was a little panicked: "Yes, sir, what happened?"
"Hi, Richard, your computer configuration is too low." Demi walked in with her beagle in her arms and said.
Thorpe's tense face relaxed, and he sent the servant to say: "Barbara, it's okay." Then he said to his daughter: "My dear, I'm sorry, I forgot to prepare a computer for you. You now
Do you need it?"
"Oh, no need, I just logged in to Mi said.
Thorpe finally felt relieved and said, "We are going to have a barbecue on the beach tonight, will you join?"
"Oh, of course." Demi said with a shrug.
In the evening, Thorpe's old friend Officer Edmund came here and roasted beef with everyone on the beach, drank beer, and had fun. However, Demi felt that this guy was very unpleasant, and she quietly told Amy
Li said: "Edmund's eyes are very uncomfortable."
Emily answered her: "Mr. Edmund is an FBI official. Maybe he looks at everyone like that."
The two men didn't notice the women's whispers. Thorpe and Edmund were lying on chairs with beers in hand, bathing in the sunset, discussing confidential topics.
"Do you remember this person?" Thorpe took out a photo from his pocket and handed it over. Edmund took it and looked at it and said, "I also have a photo of him, but it's not as clear as this one. It was at Newark Airport.
Taken by the Immigration Department, the name on this person’s passport is Liu Jinrong, a Hong Kong citizen. Of course, I suspect this is just one of his false identities.”
"If he comes to the United States next time, can you help me..."
Edmund shook his head: "It's unlikely. I don't think he will go through customs with the same passport next time."
"So, is there a possibility that Mr. Liu will never wake up in the morning when the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant?"
"Oh, Richard, you are posing a problem for me. I think you need a friend from the CIA. They are good at this." Edmund laughed, clinked the bottles with Thorp, and drank.
All.
"Well, let me introduce you to a boss in Chinatown. Maybe he can help you solve some problems." Edmund thought for a while and gave Thorpe a phone number.
After Edmund left, Thorpe began to work. He first dialed the number of His Royal Highness Bobby in Africa. Thorpe had an unspeakable disgust for this extremely shrewd African chief. In his mind, a
A real African should be like General Kuba, ignorant, cruel and short-sighted. Bobby went to university in London and learned the arrogance and cunning of the British. He regarded himself as a real king, which made him a real African.
Thorpe was very uncomfortable.
There is an idiom in faraway China called "A monkey with a crown", which is used to describe people like Bobby.
After five minutes of waiting, Bobby's arrogant voice finally came from the phone: "Richard, my dear friend, how is the weather in New York? I heard that there have been some minor accidents recently. I hope you can
You're fine."
Thorpe suppressed his anger and replied: "Thank you, Your Highness, I am fine. I want to confirm whether our contract is still valid."
Bobby pretended to be surprised and said: "Of course, the contract signed by the gentleman is of course legal and valid, but we need a supplementary amendment. You know, Sissadamoa welcomes any investors, but does not welcome predators and new investors."
Colonists."
"Very good, so what are the contents of the supplementary amendment?"
"We can talk about this slowly. You are welcome to come to San Juan to sign a new contract, an amendment that makes us both win-win. I think you will not refuse, right, Mr. Thorpe."
"I think it should be like this, win-win, or even win-win. Goodbye, Your Highness." Thorpe hung up the phone, furious in his heart. He could see clearly what trick the cunning tribal chief was playing. This nigger wanted to find a balance in all aspects.
, in order to maximize interests, who does he think he is, a great monarch? Ridiculous!
After dialing another number, Thorpe cleared his throat and said, "Colonel, are you okay?"
"Mr. Thorpe, I'm fine. In about a week or at most ten days, my army will be able to march into San Juan. Do you know that Kuba's army is already fleeing. If you don't want to minimize casualties,
I can even break into his presidential palace tomorrow."
Colonel Faulkner's voice was full of excitement, and Thorpe could even imagine the old mercenary sitting on a Land Rover off-road vehicle and smoking a pipe in triumph. However, this was not what he wanted, especially when Bobby, the bastard, escaped.
After returning to Africa.
"Colonel Faulkner, I have a request, can your army rest for a while? You know, there are a large number of innocent citizens in San Juan City, and the war will bring huge humanitarian disasters. I hope that this kind of responsibility can be taken into account."
The effect is reduced to a minimum.”
Mr. Thorpe carefully selected his words, but was pushed back by Colonel Faulkner: "Overthrowing Kuba's rule as soon as possible and restoring democracy and the rule of law is what a conscientious professional soldier should do."
"Really? I still hope you can seriously consider my words. After all, I am the one who pays your salary, right? Colonel."
"Thank you for your reminder, but according to the contract, my employer is His Highness Bobby, and you are only the guarantor of payment. Of course, I will seriously consider your words." Colonel Faulkner said without being humble or condescending.
Thorpe put down the phone angrily, cursing in his mind, this brainless mercenary leader, no wonder he can't get business, he only thinks about military affairs and not politics!
Over there, Colonel Faulkner put down the satellite phone, picked up his pipe and took two puffs. He sneered. His black adjutant asked: "Colonel, what are you laughing at?"
"I bet they are scolding me behind my back that I only know how to fight. In fact, I know everything. These capitalists only have resources and money in their minds and don't care about the life and death of the people. They are the real butchers, and I am just a person in front of God.
Little lamb."
The black adjutant didn't quite understand, so he showed his white teeth and smiled: "Colonel, you are so funny."
…
Late at night, Thorpe and Emily went upstairs to bed, while Demi slept in the guest room on the first floor. Two hours later, a sneaky figure got into the study and turned on the computer, but faced with the power-on password
, but Demi was at a loss. She tried several sets of numbers to no avail, and finally had to leave disappointed.
The next day, Thorpe drove his daughter back to Brooklyn and stopped by Manhattan's Chinatown to meet a Chinese community leader, Mr. Chiang from mainland China.
Mr. Jiang is from Chaozhou. He runs a Chinese restaurant and secretly runs the human smuggling and drug business. It is said that he sometimes smuggles in some high-end beauty supplies.
The meeting took place in an antique teahouse. The young Chinese gangsters all wore crisp suits and sunglasses, and their demeanor reminded Thorp of the scenes when he was talking to those "Yakuza" in Tokyo.
The meeting was short. Although Mr. Chiang had been living in the United States for many years, his English was still not good enough. After hearing the interpreter describe Mr. Thorpe's request, he raised two fingers.
"Two hundred thousand dollars," said the translator.
"If you look for Mexican killers or black gangs, five thousand dollars can kill a person." Thorpe's assistant said angrily.
Mr. Jiang smiled contemptuously: "If Mexicans can go to mainland China to kill people, you can invite ten or eight of them to see them off."
Thorpe stretched out his hand and said, "Wait, I promise." He took out a photo from his pocket and pushed it in front of Mr. Jiang.
Mr. Jiang looked at the photo carefully and couldn't see anything special about the target after looking at it for a long time. He handed it to Ma Zai behind him and said in Chaozhou dialect: "Arrange Anan to do it."
Thorpe said: "I will transfer the advance payment to your account and pay the full amount after the transaction is completed."
Mr. Jiang also said generously: "No problem. If it doesn't work, we will return double the amount."
The two hands were held together.
…
An hour later, at a certain ice room in Wan Chai, Hong Kong, the business here was still booming late at night. A young man wearing a T-shirt and jeans walked into the ice room, went straight to a table on the second floor, sat down, and took out a printed sheet from his arms.
Pushed the photo over and said: "Old rules, kill this person for 200,000 Hong Kong dollars."
The other party picked up the photo and looked at it. No expression could be seen behind his big sunglasses, so he pushed it back and said, "No answer."
The young man wondered: "Hunan boy, you are crazy, this is the job assigned by Brother Nan."
"If you don't answer, you don't answer, no matter who told you to." The man in sunglasses stood up and left without looking back.
The young man was confused. He must know that the other party was the top killer in the world. He charged a high price and was very efficient. He would not refuse the task and would kill anyone as long as he paid for it.
Take it out and give it to Brother Nan: "Brother Nan, Hunan Tsai won't accept it."
Brother Nan was silent for a while and said: "There is only one situation where Hunan Tsai will refuse to answer."
"What?"
"He made a mistake with this man."
On the road outside the ice room, Su Qingfeng walked hurriedly, recalling the scene beside the railway in his mind. If the other party had not shown mercy, he would have turned into a ghost in a foreign land. Killers also have killer principles. If they fail a mission, they will be killed.
I will never answer the call again, not to mention that I still owe others my life. (For the killer’s story, see 4-32)
…
In the office of Hongxing Company in Jiangbei City, Liu Ziguang sneezed several times and wondered: "Who is thinking about me?"