Chapter 31 Wang Chen - 2

Diego Haas splashes naked in the bath.The diameter of the circular bath is nearly three meters, and there are small water spouts around it.The three girls who accompanied him wore only earrings and were almost naked.The phone rang.He climbed over so many breasts and round buttocks in the bath (he likes round buttocks), grabbed the phone when the phone rang three times, and joked with him as usual: "I am Abdul bin Di Chief Yego." Then he said "yes" seven times in a row, "Jawohl" in German for a change, and hung up. He had been in Las Vegas for six weeks, and although there were He's still bored of the girl's pampering. Diego has no interest in gambling. Of course he's been in the casino, with the twenty-five thousand dollars that Reb gave him as a bankroll, but bad luck. It's a great irony that he always wins, he thought to himself, "Damn it, there's no way I can lose that shitty money.Even the cashiers and payers at the gaming table thought it was funny to see me.I became the laughing stock there.I never threw a dice that wasn't a seven or an eleven. So he came up with a rule: To win money in the casino, you only need to find ways to lose money, and at the same time, you have to pray to the Virgin of Guadalupe sincerely.

However, the days of waiting are finally coming to an end.He looked at the girls with a mocking, mad, frightening fire in his yellow eyes. "All on deck," he shouted. "Time to work. Get all sails yarded, main capstan ready to heave, topsails, topsails, staysails, foresails, starboard full rudder! In other words, ladies, you go! Come on, hurry up!" He threw them all out before they were even dressed, much to the amusement of the hotel bellboy.Then Diego was busy for three hours.During these three hours Diego methodically carried out all the steps entrusted to him.He made nearly forty calls, mostly to people in Las Vegas, but also to people across the United States.

Each communication, only the most necessary few words. Having completed this first task, he left his suite.Before leaving the Flamingo Hotel, he went to find out that Tudor Angel had already stayed there with the five Los Angeles lawyers in his team as planned.So Diego braved the unbelievable heat and walked down Streep Avenue. He came to the beach hotel.Everything is here too.Two lawyers from New York, Harrison Quest and Thomas McGreevy, had checked into the hotel last night, and the papers were ready. The same is true of the Desert Lodge.On the way there, though, Diego hailed a taxi.If he could bear the heat, physical activity had always been his abhorrence, except when he was with women.Steve Palaski, from Detroit, was living there with two assistants and relevant documents.

The last two places he visited were the Dune Hotel, where Chicago lawyers Moses Byrne and Louis Benetti lived, and the Sahara Hotel, where several Philadelphia lawyers, led by Kim Foycey, stayed. Diego repeated the relevant instructions to these guests one by one, and determined the meeting time. He derives great satisfaction from these activities, and the stimuli they contain have a strong attraction for him.Perhaps he also experienced what Setiniaz always felt: the idea that he was the only one who knew what was going to happen, when it happened, and why.That feeling, combined with the fact that Reber was finally coming home, was enough to make him overjoyed.

None of the lawyers who came to Las Vegas knew of the arrival of their fellow lawyers, they were ignorant of each other's existence. It was five o'clock in the afternoon, after Diego had walked everywhere. "It's time," he thought.He took a taxi back to the Flamingo Hotel.A limousine that he had chartered a week ago was waiting for him there.He got in the car and drove down Streep Avenue to Jones Boulevard and then north.He knew that most of the land he passed through now belonged to Leiber, and he came to a place where there was only a straight road in front of him, extending northward in a wave shape, with no end in sight.There were scorching sand on the left and right, and behind him he could still see the fiery trees and silver flowers of Las Vegas, which is always open at night.He turned off the engine, let go of his voice, and sang the theme song of the film "Ramona" desperately.

About ten meters away, a truck stopped on the other side of the road.With a bag on his shoulder, Leiber got out of the car, smiled and shook hands with the driver.The driver drove away.As the truck drove past, Diego saw painted on the side the name of a truck company of which he had once been general manager. "Then I sold it," he thought. "I don't know who it was sold to, why it was sold, or how much it was sold for, but it was sold anyway. I still remember the day Reber asked me to sign it." He sang as loudly as his interlocutor would allow. Reber opened the door, got in the car and sat down.

"Turn down the volume a little, do you think it's okay? I believe people can hear your singing in Alaska." They hadn't seen each other for forty-three days, and Bianjego's cheerfulness was not to be mentioned. "Is everything done?" Diego asked. "Yeah, pretty much all done. How are you doing?" Reber asked. "Everything is ready. The operation will begin at eight o'clock tomorrow morning." The name Diego used to book a room at the Hotel Flamingo was not Haas, but Luis de Carvajal.According to Setiniaz, the name Diego has been used a dozen times at least.Setiniaz thought it was an alias, since Diego used it on missions in towns and hotels where passports were not required.It was not until twenty-five years later that Setiniaz discovered that Diego's real name was Luis Diego Jas de Carbajal.On his mother's side he was almost a trusting Spanish nobleman.

"Which room do you want?" Reber shrugged.He grabbed the phone in his big tanned hands, dialed a number, and began speaking in French.Maybe, Diego thought, call Setiniaz.Diego knew only one out of twenty sentences in French.He stared at Reb, disappointed.He had hoped that, four months after they had been back in the United States, and many coast-to-coast trips, Reber would be back to his old self.But no.Reber became even stranger.It had been ten months since Reb plunged headlong into the Amazonian jungle near the Karakalai Falls before that day of amnesty came.That day, he was staying in Rio de Janeiro with Socrates, when suddenly the phone rang, and then he heard the familiar words: "Diego, I need you." Ten months of living in the green world changed Ray again. Bob Klimrod.While he remained courteously focused when talking to people, he "wandered" (as Diego called them) more and more often, and for longer periods of time.

Now, this phone conversation between Leiber and someone in French is over, and Leiber finally said "A bientot", which even Diego understood as "see you later". "Reb, why 'basically'? I asked you if everything was done, and you said, 'Yeah, basically.'" Slowly the gray eyes turned toward him.Leiber smiled unexpectedly. "It's about a Mr. Fergus MacTavish. He makes a fantastic smoked bean stew, but his whiskey is a shame. He turned me down." Diego had no idea who this Fergus Mike was, and of course he wouldn't ask Leiber about it.

"I'm not stopping there, though," Reber continued. There was an uncontrollable and treacherous expression on his face.He undressed and took a shower. Dixiego asked, "Are you hungry?" "yes." "How about a hamburger with eggs? "it is good." Diego thought: He doesn't care what he eats. "Diego, do you have an appointment with the barber?" "He'll be here in thirty-three minutes and twenty-four seconds. Your clothes are ready, too. As for the shoes, I bought three pairs in different sizes, just in case. As a result of playing the Indian for a while, Probably enlarged your feet too. How about the tie... oh my god, it's just gorgeous! I bought you a dozen. How about this one?"

"Too bright." "It's emerald green. A dozen ties are all green, by the way. This one is almost dark green." "This one is good." Fifteen minutes later, a waiter brought eggs and hamburgers. He didn't see Klimrod who was calling someone in the next room. This time Reber said Na was German.Then the barber came, and without a word he shaved Reber's hair.The Mexican probably sees them as two South Americans coming to Las Vegas to have a good time, which is exactly what Reber and Diego want. After he left, Leiber started calling again, but his appearance had taken on a new look, and Diego could barely recognize him.His hair is cropped short, his beard is clean-shaven, and he wears a pair of stainless steel-rimmed sunglasses on his nose. He looks younger (he is about to turn twenty-nine), which is exactly what he wants Like a young business school grad.The spectacles changed his appearance especially, for they almost completely hid his eyes. At exactly seven o'clock, following an intercom call, there was a knock on the door.Of the four people who came in, one was Lierne, whom Diego was familiar with, and the other was Abramovich, whom he was not very familiar with.They went into the next room with Reb.Diego stands guard outside.An hour and a half later, the two left. Reber was on the phone again.Diego seized a rare moment and asked, "Do you want a girl tonight?" Leiber stared into the distance and shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "By coincidence," said Diego, "I got two. Tall, dark, who could read Aldous Huxley (Note: 1894-1963, British novelist and critic.) and The works of Rabindranath Tagore (Note: 1861-1941, Indian writer and poet, won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913.) are exactly the kind of girls you like. Hee, this will make you relax! Do you want Linda or Terri? Or both?" The phone rang.Diego picked up the receiver, and although the other party didn't identify himself, he recognized Abby Levine's voice.He handed the phone to Reber and, out of prudence, went for a walk in the hallway himself.In the hallway, he paused to fiddle with the ice dispenser.In this way, in a few seconds to nine o'clock.He saw with his own eyes the arrival of the most mysterious figure among Wang Chenzhong. He has an average build, an average appearance, average clothes, and a pair of glasses. His face has no features and cannot be described. He was carrying a briefcase and stopped at the door without knocking, first looking at Diego who came up to send him away.The man laughed and said: "Mr. Haas, isn't it? Please tell him that Jethro is coming, will you?" "Jethro?" "Just say Jethro. He's waiting for me." Diego enters the room and announces Jethro's arrival.Leiber just nodded and said nothing. "This man knows my name," Diego said. "yes." He looked fixedly in nowhere and said, "Call him in, Diego. From now on, I don't want to be interrupted, and I don't want to answer the phone. It will take about two hours. Also, I've decided, Let Linda come. Half past eleven. If she'll wait until then." He smiled. Jethro entered the door.Leiber and him shut up in a room for a secret talk. Diego made the necessary arrangements to block all electrical work for the next two hours.He turned on the TV and found that it was playing an old film "Blood Splattered Sun Flag" starring James Jagney (Note, American movie star, won the Oscar for Best Actor in 1942.).He would rather watch Shirley Winters (Note: American film star, won two Oscars for Best Actress in 1959 and 1965).He loved Shirley Winters' blond hair, sensual, devilishly seductive lips.There was still silence in Leiber's room until the film was over.So he went into the bathroom, took a tub bath, took a shower, shaved, washed his hair, and trimmed his fingernails, toenails, and nose hair. He heard Jethro go, but didn't see it.When Leiber showed up, it could be seen from his eyes that he was very satisfied, even filled with the joy of victory. "Now it's this Linda's turn. You say she's tall and dark?" "She can recite the works of Tagore and others, just the kind of girl you like." "I'm ready." He was really in a good mood. "Looks like," Diego said, "everything is going well except for that Fergus guy?" "Everything went well except for his end." Diego, in his bathrobe, went into the living room to call Linda.She was waiting in a room two floors below here.Diego simply invited Terri over the phone, even though she was neither blond nor sensual.He wants to make an exception, just this one time. "I'm neat and tidy all over, I'm pretty, and I have a great demeanor!" He caught sight of four files, which Reb was about to put away.Apparently it was from Jethroy.The four files don't seem to have any special place, they are all unremarkable hard paper folders, the same style, no difference... ...just the colors are different, one is black, one is red, one is green, and one is white. Before 1976, Wang made regular transfers to him through a Panamanian bank account.After 1976, payments were made through a bank in the Bahamas. The reason for the transfer was never stated, and it was paid by Leiber himself under the direction of Setiniaz. The semi-annual payments were generally of the same amount, never less than $300,000, but there were a few times when they were particularly large.On one such occasion in 1957, the amount transferred exceeded one million dollars. Jethro presided over a pervasive intelligence network dedicated to the king.Taras believes that the establishment of this intelligence network also has a credit for Joel Banich. Jethro's arrival in Las Vegas at that time and his adventurous appearance in front of Diego is a testament to the magnitude of Wang's actions on September 16-17, 1957.This is fully worthy of a St. Valentine's Day massacre in the financial world (note, on February 14, 1921 (St. Valentine's Day), the American underworld leader Capone ordered his men to kill seven people in Chicago).