Chapter 28 Chapter Twenty Seven

One o'clock in the morning local time.Mary made a long-distance call to Stanton Rogers' office on a secure line from inside the embassy's "bubble room" at eight o'clock in the morning Washington time.Mary knew that Stanton Rogers' secretary usually came earlier. "Rogers' office." "I am Ambassador Ashley. I know that Mr. Rogers is accompanying the President on a visit to China at this time, but I have an emergency to report to him. Can I contact him immediately?" "I'm sorry, Mrs. Ambassador. His schedule is fickle and I don't have his phone number."

She was extremely disappointed: "When will you hear from him?" "It's hard to say. Both he and Mr. President are very busy. Can someone from the State Department help?" "No need," said Mary despondently, "they can't help. Please." She sat alone in the room, feeling lost.Guarding a room of the world's most advanced electronic communication equipment but helpless.Mike Slade had brought the butcher's knife to her, and she had to make it known.Who are you looking for?Who can she trust?The only witness who knew what Slade had done was Louis Desfergus.

Mary called his number again, but no one answered.She inadvertently remembered what Stanton Rogers told her: If there is some information that only I want to know, I should draw three "X" on the telegram. Mary hurried back to her office to draft an urgent telegram for Stanton Rogers to watch alone.She solemnly marked three "X"s on the telegram.She took out the cipher book from the locked drawer and translated the telegram into a cipher by herself.If something happened to her, Stanton Rogers would eventually know who was to blame. Mary walked down the corridor into the communications room.

Eddie Maltz, the CIA representative in the embassy, ​​happened to be there. "Ah, Ambassador, are you still working overtime?" "Yes," replied Mary, "I intend to send a telegram, immediately." "I'll send it for you myself." "Okay." She handed him the telegram and turned to go out.She had to rush back to guard the child. As soon as Mary was gone, Eddie Maltz deciphered the telegram.He read it twice, his eyebrows furrowed into a ball.He walked over to the shredder, dropped the cable into it, and watched it crumble to shreds. He then called Secretary of State Floyd Baker in Washington.This person's code name: Saul.

It took Lev Pasternak two months to find Buenos Aires, following intricate and intricate clues.With the help of SIS and several other national security agencies around the world, Angel was finally identified as the murderer of Marin Grossa.Mossati even told him the name of Angel's mistress, Newsha Moniz.Everyone wants to destroy Angel.Lev Pasternak was even more at odds with Angel.Due to his own mistakes, Marin Grossa died tragically, and Pasternak will never forgive himself.Of course, he could fight back with fire, and he swore revenge. He avoided meeting Nusha Muniz directly, but instead tracked down the apartment complex where she lived and kept him under surveillance, waiting for Angel to show up.Five days passed and there was no sign of Angel, Pasternak decided to take action.After the woman had left the apartment for a quarter of an hour, he climbed the stairs, unlocked her door, and entered.He searched the house quickly and swiftly, but found no photographs, writings, or addresses.Unable to follow the clues to find Angel.Pasternak saw a lot of clothes in the closet, and upon checking, they turned out to be trademarks of Helila's clothing store.He took one off the hanger hook and tucked it under his arm.A minute later he retreated as swiftly as he had come.

The next morning Leo Pasternak entered Helila's tailor-made shop.His hair was disheveled, his clothes were disheveled, and he reeked of alcohol. The manager of the men's clothing department stepped forward and greeted him not so happily: "Sir, what do you want to buy?" Lev Pasternak smiled embarrassedly: "Let me tell you, I was too drunk last night, so I brought some South American dudes to play cards in the hotel room. We were all a little drunk, and some Some guy—can't remember his last name, just left this jacket in my room." Lev held up the jacket, arms still dangling. "Fortunately, there are your trademarks on the clothes. I thought, maybe you can tell me where he lives, so I can return the clothes to him."

The manager looked at the jacket and said, "We sewed it, but I have to check the register. Where can I find you?" "Don't bother you," said Lev Pasternak, "I've got another place to play cards. Do you have a business card? I'll call you." The manager gave him a business card. Leo Pasternak asked drunkenly: "You're not going to steal this dress, are you?" "How come?" said the manager angrily. Leo Pasternak patted him wildly on the back and said, "Very well, I'll call later this afternoon." In the afternoon, Lev called the manager from his hotel room.The manager said to him: "The gentleman who makes clothes here is called HR De Mendoza, and he lives in the Honora Hotel, room number 417."

Lev Pasternak checked the door, confirmed that it was locked, and had just taken a suitcase from the closet and put it on the bed.Inside the box was a .45 Sig-Schar pistol with a suppressor on the barrel.It was loaned to him by a friend who worked in Argentina's secret intelligence service.Pasternakler opened the gun, checked it was loaded, and tried to see if the silencer was secure.After finishing, he put the box back in the closet, fell on the bed and fell asleep. At five o'clock in the morning, Leo Pasternak was walking on tiptoe in the corridor on the fourth floor of the Hotel Honora. The corridor was empty.He came to the door of Room 417, looked left and right, and made sure that no one saw him, so he poked a wire into the keyhole.The lock clicked, and he immediately drew his pistol.

He felt a gust of cold wind behind him, and the door through the hall opened.Before he could turn around, a cold, hard guy was pressed against the back of his neck. "I hate following me," Angel said. Leo Pasternak heard the click of the trigger before his head exploded.Angel could not determine whether Pasternak acted alone or in a group. It is better to be prepared than to be negligent.The phone rings, it's time to act.The first thing Angel has to do is purchase.There is a high-end women's store on Pouilly East Street, and the goods are quite expensive.But Newshah is entitled to the first class.The inside of the store is very cool and quiet.

"Please let me choose long pajamas, the ones with nice skirts." Angel said. The female clerk was a little surprised, her eyes widened. "Another set of panties with a slit at the crotch." A quarter of an hour later, Angel entered the Frenkell store and saw the shelves lined with purses, gloves and briefcases. "Buy a briefcase, black." El Aguirre restaurant in the Sheraton Hotel is the most prestigious restaurant in Buenos Aires.Angel sat down at a table in the corner and put the briefcase on the table.The waiter greeted him immediately. "good afternoon."

"First the stickleback fish, then the green bean grilled meat and green vegetable grilled fish, and the sweets later." "OK." "Where's the restroom?" "In the back, go out the furthest door and turn left." Angel stood up and walked towards the back of the restaurant, the briefcase dropped conspicuously on the table.The corridor was long and narrow, with two small doors open, one marked "Women's Restroom" and the other "Men's Restroom".At the end of the corridor were two more doors leading into the noisy, steaming kitchen.Angel pushed open a door and went in, and what he saw was a scene of hustle and bustle.The chef and the sous-chef are constantly on the move, and they cannot meet the large demand for dishes from the guests at lunch.The waiters came in and out with full trays, the cooks yelled at the waiters, and the waiters yelled at the orderlies. Angel took the opportunity to pass through the kitchen and enter the alley through the side door.He stood there for five minutes, waiting to see if anyone was following him. There was a taxi on the corner, and Angel gave the driver an address that said Humberto 1.After a block stop, he hails another taxi. "Where are you going?" "Airport." A plane ticket to London has been booked there.Tourists, but flying first class is too conspicuous. Two hours later, Buenos Aires gradually disappeared under Angel's plane, as if a magician in the sky had cast a spell.However, Angel focused on the tasks waiting for him to complete ahead, thinking about the instructions just given to him in his mind. She must be allowed to go to the west with the children, and their deaths must be grand and unique. Angel hates other people's meddling in how to complete the contract the most. Only a layman who is too stupid to know the heights and depths, ran to the saint to speak politely, and there was a sneer on the corner of Angel's mouth. They will all die, and the spectacle of death will be a spectacle that will silence the bargainer. He fell asleep, sleeping peacefully and solidly, without even having a dream. London's Heathrow Airport is packed with summer tourists.An hour's taxi ride to Upper London.The lobby of the Churchill Hotel was full of travelers staying and leaving the hotel.A porter took the three pieces of luggage that Angel handed him. "Take them to my room, I've got to run some errands." Tips are small, lest the porter remember it in the future.Angel walked to the elevator room and got in after all the people inside were gone. The elevator goes up.Angel pressed the instructions for the 5th, 7th, 9th, and 10th floors one after another, but he walked out of the elevator on the 5th floor.The purpose of this was to dazzle anyone watching his movements in the lobby. There is an escalator there that leads to the side street outside the hotel.Five minutes after checking in, Angel had already taken a taxi and headed straight to Heathrow Airport. The name on the passport is HR de Mendoza, and the destination port on the ticket is the capital of country A.Angel sent the following telegram at the airport: Early the next morning Dorothy Stone said, "Stanton Rogers' office called." "I'll pick it up." Mary grabbed the earphone impatiently. "Stan?" Then it was Secretary Stanton's voice again, and Mary was so sad that she wanted to cry. "Mr. Ambassador, Mr. Rogers asked me to call you. Since he is with the President, he can't make the call himself. He asked me to ask about your situation. If you have any questions, I can..." "No problem." Mary refused.She hides her disappointment. "I, I must let him hear my report with his own ears." "Then you have to wait until tomorrow. He also said that if conditions permit, he will call you immediately." "Thank you. I'll wait for his call." She put down the phone.There is no way but to wait patiently. Mary called Louis' home again, but no one answered.She called the French embassy, ​​but the embassy did not know his whereabouts. "Please tell him to call me as soon as he comes back." Dorothy Stone came again to inform: "Your call, the caller declined to give his name." "I'll answer." Mary picked up the receiver, "Hello! This is Ambassador Ashley." A light and melodious female voice with a Chinese accent sounded: "I am Corina Sokoli." She immediately remembered the name: a beautiful woman in her twenties, a superstar in the dance world of country A. "I beg your help," said the girl, "I have decided to defect." It can't be dealt with right now, Mary almost blurted out, not right now.She replied: "I, I can't guarantee that I can help you succeed." Her mind was racing to think of countermeasures, recalling the tricks taught by others to deal with defectors. Soldiers never tire of deceit, and the Soviets love to play this trick of deception.We took over the defectors, and they spit out a little bit of innocuous information, or even false information, and then they broke into our interior. These people cannot be used.The right to political asylum can only be granted to those with legitimate reasons and sufficient evidence. Corina Sokoli said with tears in her voice: "Help me, I'm not safe here, send someone to pick me up!" "Where are you?" Mary asked. There was a moment of silence.Then there was another cry: "I believe in you. I'm at Luoshige Hotel, please come!" "I can't come," said Mary, "I'll send someone else, don't call again, just wait..." The door was thrown open suddenly, and Mike Slade stepped in quickly, walking straight towards Mary.Mary was stunned. The person on the other side of the phone was still screaming desperately: "Hello! Hello!" "Who are you talking to?" "Follow, follow Dr. Disfergus." The name popped into my mind somehow and rushed out of my mouth.Mary put down the phone, her face pale. Don't be guilty!Mary encouraged herself, this is the embassy, ​​forgive him for not being so violent! "Doctor Desfergus?" He paused to recall each word. "Yes, he is on his way, and will come to see me soon." How she wished it was true! There was an unfathomable light in Mike Slade's eyes.The light of the desk lamp on the desk cast Mike's figure on the wall, like a ghostly shadow flitting towards him with claws and claws. "You came to work just after recovering from a serious illness?" This cold-blooded animal. "I'm fully recovered." She really wanted him to leave so she could escape.I mustn't let him see that I was terrified. He took a step closer and looked at her: "You still look nervous. You'd better take your child to the lake area to recuperate." There you are better off. Two people look at me, I look at you.Mary became more and more timid, too frightened to speak out.At this moment, the intercom rang, it was really a life-saving Bodhisattva. "if you……" "certainly." Mike Slade still paused, gave her another look, then turned and left, and the ghost disappeared.Mary took a long breath, calmed down, and picked up the earphones. "Hey!" The caller was Public Affairs Counselor Jerry Davis. "Ambassador, I am sorry to disturb you, but you cannot keep this dreadful from your knowledge. We have just received a police report: Dr. Luis Desforgues has been assassinated." The sky is spinning and the house is shaking: "You, you are not mistaken..." "It's true, ma'am. His wallet was on the body." The past is like a tide, rolling in.The voice on the phone said: I am Sheriff Munster, and your husband unfortunately died in a car accident.The infinite sorrow of the past began to bear again, her heart was like a knife, and her heart was broken. "How...how did he die?" she asked, whimpering. "Killed with a gun." "They, do they know who did it?" "I don't know. The police and the French embassy are investigating." The telephone receiver fell to the ground.Her mind froze and her limbs froze.She leaned back in her chair and looked at the ceiling somehow.There was a gap in the ceiling that had to be repaired, she thought wildly.Our embassy cannot have seams.There was another crack there, cracks everywhere.Our life is also full of gaps, and once there is a gap, the devil will take advantage of it.Killed Edward, killed Louis.She didn't dare to think about it anymore, so she had to look for loopholes again.She could no longer bear the pain, and Mary died inside.Who killed Louis so cruelly? Suddenly the answer appeared: Mike Slade.Louis seized the evidence that Slade poisoned Mary with arsenic, and Slade came to kill and kill without evidence. The sudden unraveling of the mystery did not bring her any comfort, but gave birth to new fears.Who are you talking to?Doctor Disfergus.And by then, Mike had killed him. She hid in her office all day, considering her next course of action.We must not let his plot to drive me away succeed.Never let him kill me.I must catch him. Mary was burning with anger, and evil grew out of her guts.She wanted to protect herself and her child, and even more so to destroy Mike Slade! She made an urgent call to Stanton Rogers. "Madam Ambassador, I will convey your message to him immediately. He will contact you immediately." She couldn't accept the fact that Louis was dead.Once upon a time, he was so gentle and kind; in the blink of an eye, he died in the wilderness, and his life returned to hell.If I got back to Kansas, Marie thought bitterly, Louis would be fine. "ambassador……" She looked up sadly, and Dorothy Stone stood at the table and handed over an envelope. "The guard at the gate asked me to deliver this letter to you. He said it was delivered by a little boy." The envelope read: Private letter.Ambassador pro exhibition. Mary tore open the envelope. The handwriting on the letterhead was neat and beautiful. Another scare battle from Mike.Mary thought contemptuously.It's not that easy.I stay away for the time being. Colonel McKinney deliberated over the threatening letter, shook his head and said, "The whole world is full of madmen." He looked at Mary. "This afternoon, the foundation stone laying ceremony of the library expansion project was held. According to the arrangement, you have to come forward. I will cancel it, and..." "No." "Madam Ambassador, this is too dangerous..." "I'll be all right." She knew where the danger was coming from, and she was ready to deal with it. "Where's Mike Slade?" she asked. "He's having a meeting at the Australian embassy." "Please inform him that I have something to say to him at once." "What are you going to talk to me about?" said Mike Slade casually. "I'm sending you to do something." "At your disposal." His mocking was like a slap in the face. "Someone called me and asked for political protection." "Who?" She had no intention of telling him the details, otherwise he would have sold the girl out immediately. "It doesn't matter, I want you to get that man in." Mike frowned: "Is that a person that the government of country A is not allowed to let go?" "yes." "This leads to many..." Mary interrupted him: "I want you to fetch her from the Rosegow Hotel!" He wanted to argue, but when he saw her expression was not right, he was discouraged: "If you insist on doing this, I have to send..." "No!" Mary's tone was indisputable, "I want you to go in person, and I will send two people to follow you!" With Gunny and another Marine in the company, Mike couldn't do what he was supposed to do.She had already ordered Gunny not to allow Mike Slade to escape midway. Mike looked at Mary and couldn't figure it out: "I'm really too busy today, can I..." "I order you to leave now! Gunny is already waiting in your office, you must bring the defector to me." She couldn't help but press on. Mike had no choice but to nod in agreement. As soon as he was out, Mary's tension relaxed and she couldn't help feeling a little dizzy.Get rid of Mike and she'll be safe. She called Colonel McKinney: "I will attend the ceremony in the afternoon." "Ambassador, I am firmly against your going. Why do you take unnecessary risks?" "I have no choice. I am the representative of the country. How is it proper to hide in a cupboard when someone threatens death? Once this case starts, I will never face anyone forever. I might as well hide in my hometown. Colonel, I You won't run away in desperation!"