Chapter 25 Chapter Twenty-Three
Standing in the stainless-steel elevator car, Muta ibn Aziz clutches Katya Weintrab's slender upper arm with his fingers.They went down to the "Duja" organization's nuclear facility in Milan Shah.
"Can I see my husband now?" Katya asked.
"You will see him," said Muta ibn Aziz, "but I can assure you that neither of you will be happy at this reunion."
The elevator doors opened.Katya shivered as she stepped out of the elevator.
"I feel like I'm in the depths of hell," she said, looking around the bare concrete hallway.
Although the surrounding lighting is also as dark as hell, her beauty is not dimmed by it.Muta ibn Aziz, like all pious Arabs, has concealed her beauty in the most discreet manner possible.She was tall and curvy, with blond hair and pale eyes.Her flawless skin glowed as if it had been recently treated, and the bridge of her nose was dotted with a few tiny freckles.But Muta ibn Aziz was indifferent to all this.Growing up in the desert, he was so calm that he turned a blind eye to her beauty.
It took eight hours to reach Milan Shah in a Land Rover, and the dusty journey was extremely monotonous.All the way Muta was thinking of other things.Milan Shah came once, that was three years ago.He had come with his older brother, Abu ibn Aziz, and the brilliant but reluctant doctor Kostin Weintraub.Fadi sent them both to Weintroub's laboratory in Bucharest, and accompanied the good doctor to Milan Shah, since he seemed unable to go alone.
Weintraub was depressed and resentful because he had just been fired from Verdick UTC on trumped-up charges.Weintraub insists he did none of those things.He hadn't done it, but that didn't matter.These charges alone are enough to make any legitimate business or university reject Weintraub, and the grant programs he applied for have never been followed.
At this time, Fadi found him and offered him a very tempting offer.Fadi hadn't concealed the real purpose of his proposal; what's the use of concealing?Sooner or later the doctor will perceive the truth.Naturally, Weintraub was carried away by money.But then they discovered that the doctor was not only extremely talented, but also had many concerns.So Fadi put away the carrot and replaced it with a stick, which was Katya.Fadi soon realized that Weintroub would do almost anything to keep Katya alive.
"Doctor, your wife is safe with me," Fadi said to Muta ibn Aziz and his brother when they came to Milan Shah with his brother, "better than the rest of the world. Everywhere must be safe.” To prove his claim, Fadi showed Weintraub a video they had taken of Katja a few days earlier.Katya was weeping and begging her husband to come to her.Weintroub cried too.Then he wiped away tears and told Fadi he accepted the offer.But in Weintroub's eyes, they all saw the shadow of trouble.
Later, Dr. Sainaz took Weintroub away and asked him to start working in Milan Shah's laboratory.Fadi turned to Muta ibn Aziz and Abu ibn Aziz. "Will he obey our orders? What do you think?"
Both brothers agreed in the affirmative. "As long as we have a stick in our hand, he will do what we say."
However, this was the only time the brothers agreed during their four-day stay in the concrete subterranean city.The underground facility where the two are located is buried deep under the barren mountains on the border between western Pakistan and Afghanistan.The passes between the peaks are so steep that people can risk their lives climbing them—indeed, many people have died there, no matter how well trained or armed they are.Miran Shah is a rugged mountainous place where no representative of the Pakistani government or army dares to risk their lives.Taliban, al-Qaeda, world jihadist groups, and Muslim extremists of all stripes and views--the Shah of Miran became a gathering place for terrorists, many of whom regarded each other as enemies.One of the more successful lies made up by the Americans is that all terrorist organizations must obey the command of one or two people or even a few people, and they will coordinate and control them.This is ludicrously ludicrous: the many factions of terrorist organizations have long-standing feuds, each with different goals, and often interferes with each other.However, the myth invented by the Americans is still circulating.Fadi, who was educated in the West, knew the principles of mass communication inside out, and he used Americans' own lies against them, making the reputation of "Duja" organization and himself grow stronger.
As Muta ibn Aziz, who took Katya to meet Fadi and her husband, walked through the corridors, he couldn't help thinking about the rift that had separated him from his brother.They had a disagreement three years ago, and their respective positions have only grown stronger as time has passed.That rift has a name: Sarah ibn Ashef, the only sister of Fadi and Karim Jamal.Sarah's death changed their lives forever, opening up secrets, lies and animosity between them like never before.Her death destroyed two families, but the destruction was evident in one and not in the other.Muta ibn Aziz and his brother have been devastated since that night in Odessa when Sara fell with her arms thrown up on the cobbled square.They acted as if nothing had happened, but deep down they were strangers.The brothers no longer had each other.
Muta ibn Aziz turned the corner and saw his brother coming out of an open door and waved to him.Muta hated it, his brother gestured like a professor summoning students waiting to be trained.
"Ah, you are here." Judging from Abu ibn Aziz's tone, Muta seemed to have just gone the wrong way and arrived late.
Muta ibn Aziz ignored his brother as much as possible and pushed Katja roughly through the door.
The room was spacious, but the ceiling was rather low, which was unavoidable.The furnishings are purely functional: six injection-molded chairs, a galvanized table, and storage cabinets along the left wall, along with a sink and an electric stove.
Fadi stood facing them in the room, his hands on Dr. Weintraub's shoulders.The doctor was sitting in a chair, apparently not of his own volition.
"Katya!" he yelled when he saw his wife, and his face brightened.But just as he wanted to get up, he was held back, and the light in his eyes dimmed immediately.
Fadi pressed Weintraub's shoulders to prevent him from moving, and nodded to Muta ibn Aziz.Muta let go of the young woman.With a hoarse cry she ran to her husband and knelt down.
Weintroub caressed her hair and face lightly, tracing every contour of her face with his fingers, as if to make sure she wasn't a phantom or a fake.He had seen how Dr. Andusky had changed the face of Karim Jamal.Who knew if Andusky would do the same to some Russian woman, turning her into a fake Katya who would lie to him and serve them?
Since being "recruited" by Fadi, Dr. Weintroub has become increasingly suspicious. He feels that everything that has happened around him is designed to keep him here.His judgment could not be wrong.
"Now you're reunited," Fadi told Weintraub. "I hope you don't delay. Our timeline is very clear, and you're not doing us any good by delaying it."
"I'm not stalling," Weintroub said, "Microcircuits—" He stopped talking in pain as Fadi put more pressure on his shoulder.
Fadi nodded to Abu ibn Aziz, and he left the room.When he returned, he was accompanied by another person, Dr. Sai Naz, a nuclear physicist.
"Dr. Senaz," Fadi said, "please explain why the nuclear device I ordered you to build has not been completed."
Dr. Sainarz's eyes were fixed on Weintroub.This person had studied under the notorious Pakistani atomic scientist Abdul Qadeer Khan. "My work is done," he said. "The uranium dioxide powder you sent me has been refined into highly enriched uranium, the metal element for warheads. The shells for the bombs have been made. We are now It's all waiting for Dr. Kostin Weintraub. You know, his work is very critical. Without his part of the design, the nuclear device could not be built according to your requirements."
"So, Kostin, this is the core of our problem at hand." Fadi's voice was soft and soft, without any emotion. "If you are willing to help, my plan will succeed; if you will not help, then my plan will only fail. From a scientific point of view, this equation is very simple and precise. Why don't you help me Woolen cloth?"
"The design process was more difficult than I expected." Weintroub could hardly take his eyes off his wife.
Fadi said, "Dr. Sainaz?"
"Dr. Weintraub's miniaturized design was completed several days ago."
"What does he know about miniaturization?" Weintroub said sharply. "He's talking nonsense."
"Dr. Sainaz, I don't want a simple opinion." Fadi spoke equally sharply.
Seeing Sainarz take out a small notebook with a dark red leather cover, Weintroub moaned involuntarily.Katya was taken aback and clenched his hand even tighter.
"You have no right to do that!" Weintroub yelled.
"Oh, he has every right," Fadi said, taking the notebook from Dr. Senaz, "Weintroub, you are mine. Whatever you do, think, or write, even in your dreams , These things are also mine."
Katya whimpered and asked, "Kostin, what have you done?"
"I sold my soul to the devil," Weintroub murmured.
Abu ibn Aziz must have picked up the silent signal from Fadi, as he tapped Dr. Sanaz on the shoulder and led him out of the room.The door slammed shut behind the two of them, and Weintrobb was shocked.
"Do it." Fadi's voice was extremely soft.
Muta ibn Aziz immediately grabbed Katya by the nape of the neck and the clothes around her waist and pulled her away from her husband.At the same time, Fadi put his hands on Weintraub's shoulders again, and pushed the doctor, who was struggling to stand up, onto the chair.
"I won't beg you a second time." Fadi's tone was still soft, like a loving father gently scolding a disobedient child.
Muta ibn Aziz exerted all his strength and punched Katya on the back of the head.
"No!" Weintroub screamed, watching Katya fall face-down.
No one cared about his reaction at all.Muta ibn Aziz dragged Katja into a sitting position, walked around in front of her and punched her hard, smashing her beautiful nose instantly.The gushing blood splashed on two people.
"No!" Weintroub hissed.
Muta ibn Aziz grabbed the blonde hair from the back of Katja's head and knocked it down with a fist, sinking his knuckles into her beautiful left cheek.Katya began to cry, tears streaming down her swollen cheeks.
"Stop!" Weintroub yelled. "For God's sake, stop! I beg you."
Muta ibn Aziz withdrew his bloody fist.
"Don't make me beg you again," Fadi whispered in the doctor's ear, "Kostin, don't make me lose my trust in you."
"No, no." Weintroub was also sobbing.His heart was broken into thousands of pieces, which could never be put together again. "I'll do as you say. I'll have the miniaturization done in two days."
"Just two days, Kostin." Fadi grabbed Weintraub by the hair and pulled his head back, so that his eyes looked directly at his captor. "There can't be a moment's delay. Do you understand?"
"Understood."
"Otherwise, Katya will suffer damage that even Dr. Andusky cannot repair."
Muta ibn Aziz found his brother in Dr. Anduski's operating room.This is where Karim Jamal was cast as Martin Lindros.Here, Karim Jamal has been transplanted with new irises, new eyeballs, and most importantly - a new retina, with which the CIA scanning equipment can see Karim Jamai Le identified as Martin Lindros. Seeing that his brother was alone in the operating room at the moment, Muta ibn Aziz breathed a sigh of relief. "We must tell Fadi the truth now." Muta's low voice was urgent. Abu ibn Aziz stared at the shiny surgical equipment and said, "Can't you think of something else? You said that to me three years ago." "Circumstances have changed, dramatically. We have an obligation to tell him." "I disagree, strongly disagree, as it was then," Abu Ibn Aziz replied, "In fact, we have an obligation to keep Fadi and Karim Jamal from ever knowing the truth." "It doesn't make sense for you to say that now." "Really? The key issue now is exactly the same as it was then. After the death of Sara ibn Ashef, both of them were hit hard. Do you want to hit them again? Sara ibn Ashef The Husband is the flower of Allah, in whom the honor of the whole family is bound. She is innocent and beautiful, destined to live a happy life. It is of the utmost importance that her memory must be sacred and inviolable. Our duty is Leave Fadi and Karim Jamal free from any outside interference." "Interference?!" Muta ibn Aziz yelled, "you say the truth about their sister is a disturbance?" "Then what would you say?" "It was a complete disaster, a great disgrace—" "You're going to tell Fadi the terrible truth? For what? What are you trying to achieve?" "I answered this question three years ago: I just want to tell the truth," Muta ibn Aziz replied, "and now they both include revenge on Jason Bourne as part of their agenda." plan." "I don't think it's necessary to stop them. Bourne is a threat to us - including you. You were there that night, just like I was." "They are determined to avenge their sister's death, and this paranoid idea has twisted their minds. What if they fail because of haste?" "Can't they deal with one person?" Abu ibn Aziz laughed. "You accompanied Fadi on both trips to Odessa. Tell me, brother, did he kill Bourne?" Abu ibn Aziz became even more agitated by his younger brother's sneer, "Born was injured, very badly. Fadi chased him into the underground passage of Odessa. I think he probably survived." No. But it doesn't matter whether the guy is dead or alive. He is now a cripple and can no longer be a threat to us. This is the will of Allah. What has happened is irreversible; what is about to happen It's inevitable." "I don't think either of them will stop if Bourne has even the slightest chance of surviving. The interference is still there. But if we tell the truth—" "Shut up! It is the will of Allah!" Never before had Abu ibn Aziz spoken to his brother with such venom.Muta ibn Aziz knew that the death of Salah ibn Ashef had created a gulf between them.Both brothers kept the matter in their hearts, but never mentioned it.Muta knew that this silence was harmful, that it quietly poisoned brotherhood.He had a strong premonition that this deliberate silence would one day lead him and his brother to ruin. It wasn't the first time that frustration flooded Muta's body like a wave.At such moments he felt as if he were trapped; no matter where he turned, no matter what he did now, he and his brother were doomed to the fires of hell for the wicked.There is no God but Allah!May Allah protect us from that burning fire! As if to make Muta's gloomy thoughts darker, Abu reiterated the position he had held on the night Sara died three years ago. "We must keep the matter of Salah ibn Ashef a secret," he said decisively. "You must obey me unconditionally, just as you have done before. You must. Brother, we are not alone, we are A link in the iron chain of the family. There is no God but God! The fate of one is the fate of all." There were many utensils on the low wooden table, and the man sitting cross-legged on top was staring at Fadi with a hostile eye.No doubt this was because he had only one eye available - his left.The other eye, covered by a white Egyptian cotton patch, was really just a black hole. Fadi kicked off his shoes and walked barefoot across the concrete floor.Every floor, wall and ceiling in the Milan Shah underground facility is cast from concrete and looks identical.He came to the table and sat sideways with the man. He shook the carafe lightly and poured out a handful of coffee beans that had been roasted only a few hours ago.He put the coffee beans into a mortar made of brass and crushed them into a fine powder with a ram.A copper pot was already sitting on the burner of the portable gas stove. Fadi poured the water from the large jug into the pot and lit the gas stove.A ring of blue flames licked the bottom of the pot. "We haven't seen each other for a while," Fadi said. "You want me to sit with you for coffee?" the real Martin Lindros asked. "I want you to act like a civilized person." Lindros sneered and stretched out his fingers, touching the center of the blindfold with his fingertips. "I'm the only civilized person here." "Give me a date," Fadi said, pushing an oval plate full of dried dates in front of Lindros. "It's delicious dipped in goat butter." The water began to boil, and Fadi inverted the mortar and poured the coffee grounds into the pot.He moved a small cup, smelling of freshly ground cardamom seeds, to the gas stove.Now all his attention was on the boiling coffee.Just as the coffee was about to froth, he lifted the pot from the gas burner, twisted up a few ground cardamom seeds with the fingers of his right hand, sprinkled it in, and poured the coffee into a small teapot-like container.A small piece of palm fiber tucked into the spout acts as a filter, keeping grounds from getting mixed into the poured coffee.Fadi put the copper pot aside and poured the Qahwah Arabiyah—Arabic coffee—from the pot into two small, handleless cups.He first served Lindros a cup of coffee, as all Bedouins do when they receive distinguished guests.However, Bedouins have never sat cross-legged in such a huge "tent" deep underground and made of concrete up to half a meter thick. "How is your brother? After installing my eyes, I hope he can see things differently. Maybe he won't be as desperate as before to destroy the West." "Martin, do you really want to talk to me about destruction? Then let's talk about the culture that the United States forcibly exported. This degenerate culture comes from a decadent people. They want to take whatever they see immediately. Don't know what the word 'sacrifice' is. We can also talk about the American occupation of the Middle East and its wanton destruction of ancient traditions." “What you call tradition must include blowing up Buddha statues, which is what the Taliban did in Afghanistan. It also includes stoning women who commit adultery, but their lovers don’t get punished.” "I'm a Bedouin from Saudi Arabia, and I have nothing to do with the Taliban any more than you have anything to do with them. As for the women who commit adultery, Sharia law says that. Martin, we are not alone I am not an individual, but a member of a large family. The honor of the family rests on the women. If our sisters commit a shameful crime, the whole family will be shamed. Unless the woman who committed the crime is put to death. " "Smash your own flesh and blood to death? You are simply not human." "Just because it doesn't fit your lifestyle?" Fadi said, shaking his head, "Drink." Lindros raised the cup to his lips and drank the coffee in one gulp. "Martin, you have to take small sips." Fadi filled Lindros' cup, and then finished his coffee in three sips with gusto.He picked up a date in his right hand, dipped it in the fragrant butter, and dropped it into his mouth.He chewed slowly and thoughtfully, then spat out the long, flat date pit. "Try one, it's good for you. Dates are delicious and very nutritious. Did you know that the Prophet Muhammad must have eaten dates every time he broke his fast. We also follow his example because it makes us Closer to the idea of a prophet." The silent Lindros stared at him motionlessly, as if on vigil. Fadi took a small towel and wiped his right hand. "You know, my father made coffee from morning till night. That proverb is the highest compliment I can give him - for any Bedouin, because it shows that he is a generous man. Man." He topped up his glass. "But my dad can't make coffee now. In fact he can't do anything but stare in the air. My mother talks to him, but he can't answer. Martin, do you know what's going on? ?” He finished his coffee in three sips. "Because his name is Abu Sharif Hamid ibn Ashef al-Wahhib." Hearing this, Lindros's good eye twitched slightly. "That's right, that's him," Fadi said. "Hamid ibn Ashef. The man you sent Jason Bourne to kill." "So that's why you kidnapped me." "Do you think so?" "You idiot, the mission to assassinate your father was not planned by me. I didn't even know Jason Bourne at the time. His upline at that time was Alexander Conklin, and Conklin is dead now." Lindros laughed up. Suddenly, Fadi lunges forward and grabs Lindros' shirt front across the table.He grabbed Lindros and shook him hard, making his teeth chatter. "Martin, you think you're smart. But now you've got to pay for it. You, and Bourne." Fadi grabbed Lindros by the throat as if trying to yank his windpipe out.Seeing Lindros gasping for breath, he obviously felt very happy. "I heard that Bourne is still alive, but he is not far from death. Even so, I know he will try his best to find you, especially when he thought I was staying with you." "You... what do you want to do?" Lindros, who was struggling to breathe, was almost speechless. "Martin, I will pass on the information he needs to him, and let him come to Milan Shah to find you. When he comes, I will cut you open in front of him. Then I will deal with him." Fadi brought his face closer to Lindros, staring intently at his left eye, as if trying to see what Lindros was hiding from him. "Martin, in the end Bourne will feel like he's going to die, there's no question about that. But it's going to be a long time before he dies. Before he dies, I'm going to make sure he sees America with his own eyes. The capital was destroyed by nuclear weapons."
Muta ibn Aziz found his brother in Dr. Anduski's operating room.This is where Karim Jamal was cast as Martin Lindros.Here, Karim Jamal has been transplanted with new irises, new eyeballs, and most importantly - a new retina, with which the CIA scanning equipment can see Karim Jamai Le identified as Martin Lindros. Seeing that his brother was alone in the operating room at the moment, Muta ibn Aziz breathed a sigh of relief. "We must tell Fadi the truth now." Muta's low voice was urgent. Abu ibn Aziz stared at the shiny surgical equipment and said, "Can't you think of something else? You said that to me three years ago." "Circumstances have changed, dramatically. We have an obligation to tell him." "I disagree, strongly disagree, as it was then," Abu Ibn Aziz replied, "In fact, we have an obligation to keep Fadi and Karim Jamal from ever knowing the truth." "It doesn't make sense for you to say that now." "Really? The key issue now is exactly the same as it was then. After the death of Sara ibn Ashef, both of them were hit hard. Do you want to hit them again? Sara ibn Ashef The Husband is the flower of Allah, in whom the honor of the whole family is bound. She is innocent and beautiful, destined to live a happy life. It is of the utmost importance that her memory must be sacred and inviolable. Our duty is Leave Fadi and Karim Jamal free from any outside interference." "Interference?!" Muta ibn Aziz yelled, "you say the truth about their sister is a disturbance?" "Then what would you say?" "It was a complete disaster, a great disgrace—" "You're going to tell Fadi the terrible truth? For what? What are you trying to achieve?" "I answered this question three years ago: I just want to tell the truth," Muta ibn Aziz replied, "and now they both include revenge on Jason Bourne as part of their agenda." plan." "I don't think it's necessary to stop them. Bourne is a threat to us - including you. You were there that night, just like I was." "They are determined to avenge their sister's death, and this paranoid idea has twisted their minds. What if they fail because of haste?" "Can't they deal with one person?" Abu ibn Aziz laughed. "You accompanied Fadi on both trips to Odessa. Tell me, brother, did he kill Bourne?" Abu ibn Aziz became even more agitated by his younger brother's sneer, "Born was injured, very badly. Fadi chased him into the underground passage of Odessa. I think he probably survived." No. But it doesn't matter whether the guy is dead or alive. He is now a cripple and can no longer be a threat to us. This is the will of Allah. What has happened is irreversible; what is about to happen It's inevitable." "I don't think either of them will stop if Bourne has even the slightest chance of surviving. The interference is still there. But if we tell the truth—" "Shut up! It is the will of Allah!" Never before had Abu ibn Aziz spoken to his brother with such venom.Muta ibn Aziz knew that the death of Salah ibn Ashef had created a gulf between them.Both brothers kept the matter in their hearts, but never mentioned it.Muta knew that this silence was harmful, that it quietly poisoned brotherhood.He had a strong premonition that this deliberate silence would one day lead him and his brother to ruin. It wasn't the first time that frustration flooded Muta's body like a wave.At such moments he felt as if he were trapped; no matter where he turned, no matter what he did now, he and his brother were doomed to the fires of hell for the wicked.There is no God but Allah!May Allah protect us from that burning fire! As if to make Muta's gloomy thoughts darker, Abu reiterated the position he had held on the night Sara died three years ago. "We must keep the matter of Salah ibn Ashef a secret," he said decisively. "You must obey me unconditionally, just as you have done before. You must. Brother, we are not alone, we are A link in the iron chain of the family. There is no God but God! The fate of one is the fate of all." There were many utensils on the low wooden table, and the man sitting cross-legged on top was staring at Fadi with a hostile eye.No doubt this was because he had only one eye available - his left.The other eye, covered by a white Egyptian cotton patch, was really just a black hole. Fadi kicked off his shoes and walked barefoot across the concrete floor.Every floor, wall and ceiling in the Milan Shah underground facility is cast from concrete and looks identical.He came to the table and sat sideways with the man. He shook the carafe lightly and poured out a handful of coffee beans that had been roasted only a few hours ago.He put the coffee beans into a mortar made of brass and crushed them into a fine powder with a ram.A copper pot was already sitting on the burner of the portable gas stove. Fadi poured the water from the large jug into the pot and lit the gas stove.A ring of blue flames licked the bottom of the pot. "We haven't seen each other for a while," Fadi said. "You want me to sit with you for coffee?" the real Martin Lindros asked. "I want you to act like a civilized person." Lindros sneered and stretched out his fingers, touching the center of the blindfold with his fingertips. "I'm the only civilized person here." "Give me a date," Fadi said, pushing an oval plate full of dried dates in front of Lindros. "It's delicious dipped in goat butter." The water began to boil, and Fadi inverted the mortar and poured the coffee grounds into the pot.He moved a small cup, smelling of freshly ground cardamom seeds, to the gas stove.Now all his attention was on the boiling coffee.Just as the coffee was about to froth, he lifted the pot from the gas burner, twisted up a few ground cardamom seeds with the fingers of his right hand, sprinkled it in, and poured the coffee into a small teapot-like container.A small piece of palm fiber tucked into the spout acts as a filter, keeping grounds from getting mixed into the poured coffee.Fadi put the copper pot aside and poured the Qahwah Arabiyah—Arabic coffee—from the pot into two small, handleless cups.He first served Lindros a cup of coffee, as all Bedouins do when they receive distinguished guests.However, Bedouins have never sat cross-legged in such a huge "tent" deep underground and made of concrete up to half a meter thick. "How is your brother? After installing my eyes, I hope he can see things differently. Maybe he won't be as desperate as before to destroy the West." "Martin, do you really want to talk to me about destruction? Then let's talk about the culture that the United States forcibly exported. This degenerate culture comes from a decadent people. They want to take whatever they see immediately. Don't know what the word 'sacrifice' is. We can also talk about the American occupation of the Middle East and its wanton destruction of ancient traditions." “What you call tradition must include blowing up Buddha statues, which is what the Taliban did in Afghanistan. It also includes stoning women who commit adultery, but their lovers don’t get punished.” "I'm a Bedouin from Saudi Arabia, and I have nothing to do with the Taliban any more than you have anything to do with them. As for the women who commit adultery, Sharia law says that. Martin, we are not alone I am not an individual, but a member of a large family. The honor of the family rests on the women. If our sisters commit a shameful crime, the whole family will be shamed. Unless the woman who committed the crime is put to death. " "Smash your own flesh and blood to death? You are simply not human." "Just because it doesn't fit your lifestyle?" Fadi said, shaking his head, "Drink." Lindros raised the cup to his lips and drank the coffee in one gulp. "Martin, you have to take small sips." Fadi filled Lindros' cup, and then finished his coffee in three sips with gusto.He picked up a date in his right hand, dipped it in the fragrant butter, and dropped it into his mouth.He chewed slowly and thoughtfully, then spat out the long, flat date pit. "Try one, it's good for you. Dates are delicious and very nutritious. Did you know that the Prophet Muhammad must have eaten dates every time he broke his fast. We also follow his example because it makes us Closer to the idea of a prophet." The silent Lindros stared at him motionlessly, as if on vigil. Fadi took a small towel and wiped his right hand. "You know, my father made coffee from morning till night. That proverb is the highest compliment I can give him - for any Bedouin, because it shows that he is a generous man. Man." He topped up his glass. "But my dad can't make coffee now. In fact he can't do anything but stare in the air. My mother talks to him, but he can't answer. Martin, do you know what's going on? ?” He finished his coffee in three sips. "Because his name is Abu Sharif Hamid ibn Ashef al-Wahhib." Hearing this, Lindros's good eye twitched slightly. "That's right, that's him," Fadi said. "Hamid ibn Ashef. The man you sent Jason Bourne to kill." "So that's why you kidnapped me." "Do you think so?" "You idiot, the mission to assassinate your father was not planned by me. I didn't even know Jason Bourne at the time. His upline at that time was Alexander Conklin, and Conklin is dead now." Lindros laughed up. Suddenly, Fadi lunges forward and grabs Lindros' shirt front across the table.He grabbed Lindros and shook him hard, making his teeth chatter. "Martin, you think you're smart. But now you've got to pay for it. You, and Bourne." Fadi grabbed Lindros by the throat as if trying to yank his windpipe out.Seeing Lindros gasping for breath, he obviously felt very happy. "I heard that Bourne is still alive, but he is not far from death. Even so, I know he will try his best to find you, especially when he thought I was staying with you." "You... what do you want to do?" Lindros, who was struggling to breathe, was almost speechless. "Martin, I will pass on the information he needs to him, and let him come to Milan Shah to find you. When he comes, I will cut you open in front of him. Then I will deal with him." Fadi brought his face closer to Lindros, staring intently at his left eye, as if trying to see what Lindros was hiding from him. "Martin, in the end Bourne will feel like he's going to die, there's no question about that. But it's going to be a long time before he dies. Before he dies, I'm going to make sure he sees America with his own eyes. The capital was destroyed by nuclear weapons."