Chapter 2 Chapter two

Half an hour later, Nice Airport.A modified Boeing 727 taxis slowly on the runway towards the takeoff line.On the airport control tower, the dispatcher said: "They must want to take off immediately. The pilot has requested to take off three times." "Whose plane is this?" "Harry Stanford's private plane." "He may be preparing to make another one or two billion." The dispatcher turned to monitor a waiting King Lear jet, then picked up the microphone and shouted: "Boeing 895P, this is Nice Airport Departure Control Center, you can take off. Turn left five degrees. After takeoff, right Turn a hundred and forty degrees."

Harry Stanford's pilot and co-pilot looked at each other, relieved.The pilot presses the talk button. "Understood. Boeing 895P flight can take off. Heading turn right 140 degrees." Immediately there was a roar, and the huge body slid on the runway, and then rose into the sky like a sharp sword and pierced into the gray morning sky. The co-pilot once again picked up the microphone and reported to the ground. "Ground control tower, Boeing 895P flight position is 70 degrees, altitude 3,000 feet." The co-pilot turned to the pilot and said, "Phew! Old man Stanford sure wants us off the ground as soon as possible, doesn't he?"

The driver shrugged. "I'm waiting just to carry out the order, don't ask why. See how the 'Prince' is behind?" The co-pilot got up and walked to the door of the cockpit, and glanced at the rear cabin. "It's resting." ※※※ They connected to the airport control tower in the car. "Stanford's private plane... is it still at the airport?" "Not here, sir, just flew away." "Has the pilot's flight plan been registered?" "Of course, sir." "Where are you going?" "Aircraft heading JFK."

"Thank you." He turned to his companion. "JFK International Airport. Our people are there." ※※※ After driving past the outskirts of Monte Carlo, the Renault stepped up the gas and drove towards the Italian border.At this point, Harry Stanford said, "We're not being followed now, Dmitri?" "Yes, sir. We dumped them." "Very good." Harry Stanford leaned back in his seat and could finally breathe a sigh of relief.There is nothing to worry about.They must have been following the plane's course.It's really just a matter of when they find out they've been duped.They are like a pack of wolves trying to beat a lion.Harry Stanford laughed to himself.They underestimate who they are dealing with.Many who have made this mistake have paid dearly.This time someone will get the same result.What a man Harry Stanford was!Confidant of Presidents and Kings.He is powerful enough to collapse the economies of a dozen countries.

※※※ Boeing 727 over Marseilles.The pilot said into the microphone: "Marseille airport control tower, Boeing 895P flight call. Our current flight position is changing from 190 degrees to 230 degrees." "clear." Soon after dawn, the Renault car arrived in Sanremo, an Italian tourist resort.Harry Stanford had fond memories of this famous city, but it had changed dramatically.He remembered that this was the best place for recuperation, there were first-class hotels here, besides a casino.To go to that kind of place, you have to dress well.There, you can go bankrupt or become rich overnight.But now, the city is ruined by tourism and full of casually dressed, chattering gamblers.

The Renault headed for the port twelve miles from the French-Italian border.There are two small seaside playgrounds here: Port Soller to the east and Port Cominal to the west.In the port of Soller, the playground sends a special person to drive the dinghy, but in the port of Cominal there is no such thing. "Which playground?" Dmitry asked. "Porto Cominal!" Stanford ordered.The fewer people around you, the safer you are. "Yes, sir." A few minutes later, the Renault car stopped beside the yacht "Blue Sky". The Blue Sky is a luxury motor yacht one hundred feet long and eighty feet wide.Captain Vaccaro and twelve sailors lined up on deck to welcome them.The captain hurried down from the gangway to meet Stanford and his party.

"Good morning, Mr. Stanford," greeted Captain Vaccaro. "We'll help you with your luggage,..." "No luggage. We weigh anchor at once." "Yes, sir." "Wait a minute." Stanford looked at the sailors carefully, then frowned. "Is the one at the end new here?" "Yes, sir. One of our waiters got sick in Capri and we replaced this one. He's quite..." "Get him out of here," Stanford ordered. The captain looked at him, puzzled. "Open him...?" "Give him the money. Get him out of here."

The captain nodded. "My honor, sir." Harry Stanford looked around, feeling more and more ominous.This danger is within reach like an object suspended in the air.He doesn't want to have strangers by his side.Captain Vaccaro and his boys had served him for many years, and he could trust them.He turned and looked at the woman beside him.Nothing had happened since Dmitry got her.As for his bodyguard, Dmitry, who saved his life more than once, he was very faithful.Stanford turned to Dmitry and said, "Stand close to me." "Yes, sir." Stanford put Sophia on his arm and said, "Let's get on board, honey."

※※※ Dmitry Kaminsky stood on deck watching the sailors prepare for sail.He scanned the port and found nothing suspicious.At this time of the morning, there is not much pedestrians coming and going.The huge engine of the yacht started, and the boat moved forward like an arrow on the water. The captain walked up to Stanford and said, "You haven't told us to go anywhere, Mr. Stanford." "Yes, not yet. Isn't it, captain?" He was silent for a moment and then said: "To Portofino." "Yes, sir." "Also, I want you to turn off the radio."

Captain Vaccaro frowned. "Cutting off the radio? Yes, sir, but in case...?" Harry Stanford said, "Don't worry, do as I tell you. I hope nobody uses satellite phones." "Yes, sir. Shall we stop briefly at Portofino?" "I'll let you know then, Captain." Sophia is shown around the yacht by Harry Stanford.The yacht is one of his most cherished possessions and he loves to show it off in front of others.It's exciting.There are luxuriously furnished senior suites on board, with a living room and office.The office is spacious and comfortable with a couch sofa, several chairs and a writing desk.There are all kinds of facilities behind the desk, enough to manage a city.There is an electronic route map on the wall, and you can see the sailing position of the yacht.The senior suite has French doors that open out to a balcony deck with a daybed and dining table for four.The balcony is surrounded by teak railings.Stanford used to have breakfast on the balcony when the weather was nice.

There are six cabins on board, each with printed silk walls, stained glass windows and bathrooms with saunas.There is also a large library decorated with Koa acacia wood. The dining room seats sixteen guests.On the lower deck there is a fully equipped gymnasium with sports equipment.The yacht is also equipped with a wine cellar and a film and television hall.Stanford has a sizable library of pornography.The entire ship has luxurious facilities and exquisite furnishings, and the oil paintings he collected would make any museum feel inferior. "Okay, now you're pretty much inseparable," Stanford said to Sophia. "I'll show you the rest tomorrow." She looked amazed. "I've never seen a yacht like this in my life. It's just... like a city!" Harry Stanford smiled at her and said, "The steward will take you to the cabin. Enjoy yourself, I have something to do." Harry Stanford returned to the office and found the location of the yacht on the electronic route map on the wall. The Blue Sky was here now, sailing northeast.They have no idea where I'm going, Stanford thought.They must have been waiting for me at JFK.After we get to Portofino, I'm going to figure it all out. ※※※ At 35,000 feet, the Boeing 727 received instructions from the ground. "Boeing 895P, your forward course is DIN 40 degrees." "Understood. The route ahead of Boeing 895P is DIN 40 degrees." He turned his head and said to the co-pilot: "Everything is normal." The pilot straightened up, stood up, walked to the cockpit door, and glanced at the rear cabin. "What is our little passenger doing?" the co-pilot asked. "I think it's hungry." Notes: