Chapter 6 Chapter 3 Icewine and Knife-1

ONE Lin looked up and watched the rain fall from the sky, hitting the ground and turning into large and small eddies.A girl in red boots dances in the stagnant water with a huge schoolbag on her back, and the water splashes and falls around her boots.Her red umbrella rolled aside, her red hair was like a long cloud. The world is gray, there is no edge, only the heavy rain, and the girl dances in the rain. The door opened automatically in front of him, and he walked in. It was a big old house with a silent spiral staircase, like an old apartment building, and every door was locked.No one could be seen inside, only the sound of repeated footsteps.From the middle of the spiral staircase, the music of an old-fashioned gramophone floated up. La Traviata sang about the era that has passed away. Her singing seemed to penetrate the ceiling and rise into the black night sky.

It was the singing of the soul of a woman who had been dead for centuries. He passed door after door, and he knew someone was inside.These people use steel and wood to separate themselves from the outside world, and keep only their own secrets.This world is made up of grids, and there is a strange soul in each grid.Some of them are roaring, some are sobbing, some are laughing, and some are dead.A red liquid slowly flowed out from under a door. Lin stepped on it and continued to walk forward. His footprints turned red. There are still headphones hanging by his ears, and the sound coming from inside seems to be an echo from the ceiling.

"Go forward eighteen meters and turn right." "Go forward twenty-five meters and go up the stairs." "Turn left and go up the stairs." "Continue to go up the stairs..." The building seemed to grow as he walked, and finally it was as huge as a spider web-like city. Layers of stairs, corners and corridors formed the city, and people in the grid were roaring, Sob, laugh and die. Lin continued to move forward, the voice of La Traviata had been cut off, only his own footsteps followed him. There was silence in the headset, there was only one door in front of him, and there was no other way.

Lin reached out to touch the door, and the door swung open. The person with his back to him was sitting on the only chair in the room, holding a guitar in his arms, countless sunlight cast from the front window, the golden light almost obliterated the figure of that person.The man was a little shadow in the light, his shoulders shaking, he played the guitar and sang something like a rap: Oh Alibaba, Alibaba, I'm just passing by... Oh Alibaba, Alibaba, I'm just a homecoming... Lin's hand stretched out to his arms, where there was a cold gun, he held the handle of the gun, and felt the spring of the gun had been tightened.

The singing stopped suddenly, everything became silent, and the person sitting on the chair turned his head.Lin couldn't see his face clearly, and he didn't want to see his face clearly. The strong sunlight rushed towards his face, and the person in the sunlight was turning his head. A warm hand pressed the back of his head, and his voice was low: "Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous; do not be afraid or dismayed; for wherever you go, the Lord your God will be with you together." So Lin was no longer afraid. Facing the back, he slowly raised his gun. Lin opened his eyes and looked at the white ceiling silently.After a long time, he reached under the pillow, where he found his familiar Colt battle pistol.He closed his eyes and recalled the dream just now.He doesn't dream often, except for the one just now, which has been repeated for a long time.

He sat up, and there was a glass of water on the table beside the bed.He took out the medicine bottle from the drawer, poured out a blue and white capsule, and swallowed it with water. There was noise from outside. This college has always been quiet, and there are very few moments when people's voices are boiling like this.Lin raised his head and looked out of the window. At this time, the morning sun shone in from the outside, and the huge clock tower could be seen directly from the window.Many students gathered under the bell tower to point their fingers, and the big clock that seemed to stop forever had a slight change.

Lin jumped up. He clearly remembered that just one day ago, the time of the doomsday clock showed 2 minutes and 43 seconds before 12 midnight, but now it has changed, and the minute hand clearly points at 11:57:20. Only 2 minutes and 40 seconds left. His phone vibrated violently on the table. "Hello." Lin turned on the phone. "Nathan Mann, wait for me at the door of my office." The voice was short and powerful, and then the phone was hung up. TWO The black conference room was slightly lit up by the flickering numbers, and Nathan Mann sat silently at the table. "Man, is the report true?" asked No. 13.

"It has been confirmed that the test site in Mexico successfully intercepted the simulated 'Skyfire' missile group. The Western camp has already mastered the defense enough to restrain the 'Skyfire' system." The doctor replied. "Those damned politicians! While showing weakness, they are already trying to crack the 'Skyfire' equation!" Number 4's anger was beyond words. "In any case, three months after Skyfire was upgraded to the second generation, the defense of the western camp also upgraded. The balance just established was broken again, and our work efficiency during this period obviously couldn't keep up with the pace of change." Dr. Poker face.

"How is it possible? Man, you have a doctorate in military science. You should clearly know that the deadliest weapon in the hands of the Chinese is the 'Skyfire' system. Its orbital equation is the top technical secret, and there are no tens of billions of simulations , it is impossible for the West to construct a system to successfully intercept it. And just three months after the 'Skyfire' system was upgraded to the second generation, the West has made a technological breakthrough?" No. 11 questioned. The doctor nodded slightly, "There is a possibility that the West did not obtain the orbital equation of the 'Skyfire' second generation through simulation, they stole it."

"Is it really possible to be stolen? That encrypted equation system may be as huge and incomprehensible as Lunas' chaotic system." No. 7 doubted again. "It's nothing impossible, at least compared to the Western camp that independently developed a defense system against 'Skyfire', I tend to believe the latter." The doctor replied. "Someone should be fighting against us in the dark, right? From the killing of the secret service agent to the repeated military upgrades beyond our predictions, our days have become increasingly difficult recently." No. 13's voice was deep and low. .

"Who has the strength to fight against us? We are the makers of the rules, and we are also the executors! To fight against us is to fight against the rules!" No. 4's tone was passionate. "We are not real gods. Don't cover your eyes. Our network and power are still limited. Besides, any mythical god has an opponent who can kill him, right? This world will never be a unique world." Big situation." No. 13 paused, "Man, the problem that needs to be solved now has returned to the Caucasus, and I know you still have a piece of information in your hand." "Yes, according to news from the Caucasus, Peng Borji has been arrested and should be imprisoned in an undisclosed place. The dovish parties supported by the Western camp have already started a referendum. If he fails in an election he cannot control, he will probably be executed and the 'Gangol' will be placed in the Caucasus," said Dr. "On the one hand, we have obtained a shield against the 'Skyfire', and on the other hand we are about to install a weapon that will kill us. Does the West want to win a big victory?" No. 11 said coldly. "They made a big bet." Number 13 took over the topic, "How did you get the news of Borji's arrest?" "From our secret intelligence agent in the Caucasus, after he sent a short message on his mobile phone, his throat was cut and he died on the streets of Mtskheta the next morning," said the doctor. "Is it really a coincidence that the two news were released together? The Western camp seems not to give us time to react. Are they proudly announcing their success?" No. 13 said. "Let's focus on solving the immediate problem. I don't think any of you will doubt that the LMA will not allow the 'Gangol' matrix to be placed in the Caucasus." Number 11 said, "So, how do we choose?" "I have a third message here." The doctor pushed forward an envelope that sealed the document, but did not open it. "We have an employer in Mtskheta who entrusts us to protect General Borji." The conference room fell into a brief silence. "Man, what do you think?" Number 13 broke the silence. "13, you don't need to ask my opinion, you are fully aware of my position." The doctor whispered, "I obey all the resolutions of the Supreme Council, but I also understand that the Supreme Council decided to withdraw the protection of Borji for not only It is as simple as maintaining the balance of power in the Caucasus. Borji has too much inside information about the LMA, and we cannot say that our hands are clean, nor do we have the courage to show our face to the world, so the best ending for him is that he does not exist. " "Let's discuss it internally, and we will give you a decision in ten minutes." No. 13 finally said. The entire conference room was plunged into complete darkness, and the lights of all numbers disappeared together. The doctor was sitting upright like a sculpture, with only the mirror reflecting a cold light source from the roof. Ten minutes later, the meeting room lighted up slightly again. "Man, I'll give you a chance, and I'll give the priest one too," said No. 13. "What is this chance?" The Doctor sat still. "If he is willing to become the absolute leader of the Caucasus Democratic Republic, I mean to kick out the parliament and the Democratic Peace Alliance, establish his absolute dominance in the military government, and act 100% in accordance with the instructions of the academy, we will support him in the Caucasian plans, or rather, his ideals." "Does the Supreme Council know the ideals of Pen Borji?" asked the doctor. "Establish an independent Caucasus democratic republic and get rid of the control of the two camps of the East and the West. Peng wants to establish the 'heroic' republic he dreams of." No. 13 said calmly, "There is someone who can help him realize his wish, and that is us." "Not allegiance to the East or West, but directly to the LMA, is it?" asked the doctor. "In a sense, I agree with your statement that makes us look despicable. But Man, you are not a priest, let alone a fool. You clearly know that everything has a price. In the era of the Roman Republic, the Senate demanded to be Conquered nations pay thousands of talents in gold to redeem their cities and their liberty. For this the vanquished have to tear down public temples, sell all their land, and if that fails, they sell their population as slaves, first the old, then the Children, and finally young women, and even young men, Peng understands this." No. 13 said flatly, "We can accept his return to the LMA, and don't regard his previous behavior as betrayal." "He does understand, but I'm not sure whether Peng is willing to accept such a condition." The doctor whispered. "This is his last chance. If you don't want to see the entire Caucasus reduced to a war machine and all the people live on a proton weapon launch platform, then we hope Borji can be more determined." No. 11 said. "Are you more determined?" The doctor pondered. "Yes, we want him to become the emperor of the Caucasus Empire!" Number 11 said firmly. "Emperor?" The doctor finally took a deep breath and stood up. "I understand what the Supreme Council means. I will send the best agents immediately!" When Lin walked into the office, he felt calm and great pressure. What was waiting for him was not the doctor's smile, but a black box lying flat on the table with a document under it.He knew what was in the box, and his slightly anxious expression froze on his face for a moment, then he quieted down and became indifferent. "A new move?" "New action." The doctor crossed his hands and placed them on the table.He sat behind his desk in a very solemn posture, his eyes downcast, gazing motionlessly at his hands. Lin nodded, "I saw the hands of that clock move." "I saw it too. Today at 6:32 in the morning, we received the latest news about the arms race. According to the calculated results, Runas shortened the time from the end to 2 minutes and 40 seconds. I was rinsing my mouth in front of the window at that time. It is the first time since the clock tower was built that I saw its hands move. Besides, according to the latest news, Peng has fallen into the hands of the Western coalition forces!" "When?" Lin finished speaking before realizing his urgency. He had left his chair and leaned forward to stare at the doctor.He took a deep breath and forced himself to sit back. "It should have been a few days, and we failed to get the news in time. This time our intelligence personnel were blindfolded," the doctor handed over the document under the box, "The Supreme Council has approved the action plan, and I decided to send it again you." Lin took the document, read it quickly, and handed it back, "I understand." "The West may choose to kill him. They claim that he is the source of this war. Then destroying this person's body is equivalent to eliminating the war. This is how political games are. Even if they want to kill people, they must do so in the name of peace." The Doctor lowered his voice, "However, we don't want this drama to end as the West wishes!" "When to set off?" "Today. Irina is with you this time. Protect her, because she will be useful to you in the end." The doctor pushed the black box over, Lin opened it, and inside was the communication headset that directly connected to Runas.Lin solemnly hung the earphones behind his ears, got up and saluted. "I'll take you out." The doctor stood up and patted Lin on the shoulder. The doctor and Lin strolled on the walkway under the tree, the leaves had all fallen. "The success or failure of this mission will have a far-reaching impact. I hope you will go all out. But don't have too many scruples. A perfect soldier is like a weapon. It is sharp and tough. I can't blame you, the responsibility rests with the Supreme Council and me," said Dr. "clear." "If necessary, you can directly contact Lunas for help, but usually I suggest you close the communication channel, your channel will be bugged, because you are already too famous." "clear." "Remember the example of Just and Hines, be careful..." The doctor turned around suddenly, and firmly held Lin's hand. Lin froze for a moment, and found himself standing on the bridge, standing in the middle of the bridge where he and the doctor chatted over tuna salad that night, the only place in the entire campus that was not monitored by Lunas.Water flows under his feet, and in the distance is a huge clock tower that counts the doomsday, pointing to the sky. "Let the pastor live!" The doctor lowered his voice, and there was a huge force in his hand, "Even if the Supreme Council may not want to see such a result!" THREE Mtskheta, November 23, 2056. Under the hazy sky, the cyan and red flags were like a well-defined tide in front of the Capitol.People waved their respective flags and gathered together. The weather was already very cold. The middle-aged and old people wore heavy coats with expressionless faces, while the young people were shouting and jumping loudly. White armored vehicles passed by the square with the marks and numbers of the French army on them.The corporal driving the armored car raised his head and looked at the young man beside him. It was an oriental man. He stood up and looked down at the square in the distance.He was wearing a pitch-black windbreaker, and the cold wind blowing from the square made his clothes rattle. The brunette girl who was walking with him was cute and relaxed in a down jacket and a thick woolen skirt, her cherry red boots showed a cute calf and round knees, she was fiddling with her camera and interview pen, the above Both have the CNN logo. "Go to the Holiday Inn? CNN reporters live there." The French corporal said. He was informed that he would pick up two new war correspondents stationed by CNN, but the strange thing was that the pair of young reporters did not go to the hotel immediately, but asked to come to the Capitol to have a look. "No, thank you, just send us here." Lin said, and gently jumped off the armored vehicle. "We're going to shoot some material." Irina smiled slightly, and kissed the side of the corporal. When they got out of the car, the first class suddenly noticed that the two men had very little luggage. The man only carried a simple black bag, and the woman only carried some reporter's equipment. "One last question, do you know Dalat Road?" Lin asked the corporal. "Where are you going? It's a slum, be careful, there are rebels, a car was blown up there yesterday, and three people were killed." The corporal winked at Irina, "Good luck, beauty." The armored vehicle drove away. Irina smiled, "CNN reporter? The expression on your face looks more like an agent than an agent, and he didn't even notice." "I'm not worried," Lin said blankly. "I found out a long time ago that when you're within ten feet of me, people don't even notice that I'm there." Irina dropped the marked interview equipment on the ground, and Lin silently watched the crowd take a few steps forward.The ground was covered with rain-soaked paper sticky, with angry signs and slogans printed on it, and there was icy rain in the air.Lin stepped on something. He lowered his head and saw that it was a hand-held billboard with a huge English slogan written on it. "The Caucasus is not a proton reactor," Irina read. She was slightly horrified because she saw dried blood on the broken wooden handle. Lin was silent for a while, "There are big and small violent conflicts here every day. It wasn't like this when I left a few months ago." "Is it because of the popular election?" "It's more because of the defeat. People don't know their future, and they begin to doubt their past." Lin pointed to the distance, "The red flag is the Alliance for Independence and Freedom, and the blue one is the Peace and Democracy Alliance. They used to be Comrades, but now either you die or I die. They cannot coexist." "Are we going to Dalat Road?" "Yes, go to the client." Lin said. "Client? We are not private detectives." Irina did not read the action plan, and Lin was the main person in charge. "But he's the only lead we have to find the general." Kura Riverfront, Dalat Road, seems to be the most dilapidated urban area and streets in Mtskheta. Walking on this old and narrow road, Irina felt that the earth-gray low-rise buildings next to her were about to collapse and hit her on the head. Those buildings obviously used the steel bars around the outside to maintain the walls. The bombing of the bombings damaged the foundations of these buildings.What is even more disturbing is that although no one can be seen on this street, there are faint peeping eyes behind many windows.When Irina looked up, she found nothing. "Don't worry," Lin said calmly, but he still put his right hand into his arms, while his left wrapped Irina's shoulders to draw her closer to him, "Ordinary citizens should not have weapons, but I don't know if there are any Radical anti-Western fighters are hiding out in urban areas." "Then don't worry? Someone may rush out of the building next door and shoot us at any moment!" Irina couldn't help but smile wryly. "I mean at least it's better than every single one of them being armed, civil war is the worst," Lim said, "if everyone from plowing women to soap bubble blowing kids wants to kill the occupying forces, that's the real end .” "Sir, do you want someone to accompany you?" A low voice came from the corner of the street. Lin stood in front of Irina and took a few steps cautiously.It was originally a rainy day, but the Caucasian girl in a pink skirt stood under the eaves of the sunshade again, and her whole body was shrouded in darkness. "As long as five dollars, I'm very obedient." In order to seduce, the woman deliberately puffed up her chest and twisted her body to show the curves of her whole body. She also reached out and gently brushed her hair. Irina looked at the little whore, she was only sixteen or seventeen years old, with a yellow and thin face, silently looking at him and Irina.She was posing, but she was not beautiful, her breasts were immature or shriveled, and her legs were thin and thin under a short skirt, wrapped in long stockings that had been shriveled.She kept trembling in the wind, her eyes were dull and lifeless, she looked like a blind girl. Lin pulled out his right hand from his arms, not a gun in his hand, but a banknote.He stuffed the money into the girl's hand, "Thank you, I still have something to do." The two walked over, and Irina looked back, and the little prostitute had disappeared into the doorway like a ghost. "The war is over, and here we are supported by relief, but relief can never satisfy everyone, so everyone has to sell something in exchange for food." Lin said blankly, "Men can rob, have status People can find all kinds of relationships, and soldiers can sell weapons. A girl like this can only sell her body, although she is not beautiful. This is the current situation of Caucasians.” "We're here." Lin stopped in his tracks. In Unit 3, No. 137 Dalat Road, Lin brushed off the dust on the bronze door sign with his hand, "Here it is." "Like a place no one has lived in for a long time," Irina said. "This is just the back door of the hare." Lin reached out and knocked on the door. The dust on the door fell down, no one answered, and no one opened the door, only a mouse "snacked" out of the small water channel next to it, staring around with a pair of black eyes. "Mice are so bold." Lin pressed his palm on the door lock. He took a deep breath, and then gave a low drink.He could hardly see any movement of his body, it seemed that his whole body trembled slightly, and the wooden strip inlaid in the door lock was completely broken.The door opened quietly, and Lin's short-distance exertion did not vibrate the door leaf, nor made the slightest sound. What unfolded in front of Irina was a messy and tortuous room, cold, damp and dark, with all kinds of water stains on the dirty walls. In the middle of the room was a pot for boiling sheep tails. The strong smell of mutton accompanied the water. The steam rose, and Irina nearly threw up.A dark-faced young man quickly ran out from the room, with a smile on his face, "Haha, is it Theo? Oh my god, I overslept again." But his laughter soon ended, Lin's gun pointed at his forehead, "Gerile, don't play, we are in a hurry." The Caucasian young man named Gerile put on a helpless gesture, "Will I not open the door on purpose? A door can't block you, I know." Lin retracted his pistol and sat on the sofa with sponges exposed everywhere, "You don't need to play any tricks, I know you are busy hiding information. Of course, intelligence dealers like you don't only work for our family, as long as you have money, you can do it for anyone." People provide information. I don't care if you also serve our enemies." "However," Lin stared at him, "remember your professional principles, don't betray your clients, otherwise..." "I know," Gerile smiled and showed his white teeth, "I'm just a hare, and my clients are all tigers and eagles." "I think we've already paid you, now tell me the situation, where is the general?" Lin said. "Why don't you eat a sheep's tail first?" Gerile lifted the lid of the pot and blinked at Lin. Lin and he looked at each other for a moment, then grabbed a plate from the side, filled it with a fat sheep tail, and handed it to Irina, "Taste it." He filled another one for himself. Irina looked at the two men curiously. "Don't worry about eating him poorly. He is the richest intelligence agent in Mtskheta. But he has a reliable job and won't invite me to eat sheep's tail in a hurry." Lin skillfully fiddled with the sheep's tail on the plate. "Yeah, yeah," Geryl laughed, "We are best friends, and Lin understands me like a roundworm in my stomach. According to the information I got, the general is under house arrest. As for how to deal with him, the politics of the Caucasus There is no consensus among the characters, but there are many people who want to execute him. I don't know where he is now, but my client does, so you have to meet him." "Your customer?" Lin raised his eyebrows. "Yes, I was hired by him to be the liaison of the LMA this time." Gerile handed an invitation card with traditional Caucasus patterns to Lin, "Tomorrow night, the Caucasus Ministry of Foreign Affairs will be in Bayan A special reception is held at the Gawler Hotel. The invited people include ambassadors from various countries and senior generals of the Western Allied Forces, and of course all high-level Caucasus officials will also be present. He is waiting for you there." "Who is he?" "I don't know, I only contacted by phone." Gerile shrugged. "You trust a customer on the phone?" Lin glanced at the invitation and put it in the inner pocket of his clothes. "There are many ways to believe in a person, and sometimes all it takes is a little courage." Lin nodded, "I see, what is the purpose of the reception? To show goodwill to the Western camp?" "Of course, the government needs to end the war with dignity. We lost the war. Peng Borji's tough policy has attracted the wolves of the Western camp. We have not blocked their minions, so we can only sit and drink with the wolves, hoping for alcohol I can help a little." Gerile didn't seem to care about this, even though he was also a Caucasian. "It's an upper-class reception, what capacity should I go to?" "Northern Caucasus coalition forces, Major Gerila!" Gerile grinned, put his arms around Lin's shoulders, and said to Irina, "Lovely girl, does Theo look like me?" FOUR "Do you think I look like a reporter?" The young man straightened his shirt with a small lapel in front of the mirror. He was wearing a well-crafted little evening dress, which didn't match the dim place full of red wine bottles. "No, you look like a waiter who is helping me carry my luggage in the hotel lobby and asking me for a tip." The cigar smoker still couldn't do without his thick Havana cigar, puffing and wandering around Check out the vintages of the wines at the edge of the cellar. "This only shows one thing, you live in a high-end hotel." The young man didn't look at him, "The waiters can afford Florentine shirts and handmade evening gowns." "Believe me, the waiters in the thirty-dollar-a-night motels in my hometown also dress like this." The cigar-smoking man licked his lips. "Where's the gun?" "No need to bring a gun, there are guns everywhere, I just need a small piece of metal." "Knife? There's a metal detector there." "No one wants you to openly enter the venue with a paratrooper knife." The young man glanced back at him, and took off a mid-length wig with two fingers across his hairline.He turned the wig over, and a very thin knife was fixed there by tape, giving off a cold light. "Oh! Clever design, nice knife. They probably don't rub metal detectors against the back of your head." The cigar smoker took the knife and fiddled with it, trying its edge with his hand, "Yeah Something with an old handle, um, still sharp. But isn't it a bit small, and you're going to use it to peel apples?" "It's been used for many years, it's easy to use. Its blade is three inches long, enough to kill people." The young man took the knife back, raised it and squinted under the lamp to stare. "A gift from my first love?" The cigar smoker pouted. "Not a lover." "In short, it's something similar, right? This kind of thing has been used for many years, and it has a magical effect like someone's soul attached to it. I have a friend who was the first woman to be engaged to him Gave him a specialty of his hometown, a bottle of Canadian ice wine, a very small bottle. The woman was a very devout Southern Baptist, no alcohol, no pleasure. But my friend was a A dog bastard who can die drunk in a bottle." The cigar smoker stopped talking and continued to look for the red wine he wanted. The young man put on his tie, and there was a subtle silence between the two of them. "And then?" The young man asked suddenly. "Well, I was just waiting for you to ask 'then what'." The cigar-smoker straightened up, "and then the nice girl sent a small bottle of ice wine to the bastard, an act of unfaith that my friend felt was worse than having The entire sultan's harem is happier. Unfortunately, the woman died, including her Baptist family and the city were all blown up by a nuclear bomb, leaving no ashes." "Ok." "My friend had only that lovely little bottle of wine left, so he punched a hole in it and hung it on his chest with a silver chain. He prayed over the bottle before every act , although at any other time it seems that he should be struck to death by God with lightning. He believes that at this time the girl will bless him like the Virgin Mary, and all the bullets shot at him will turn halfway." "How's the effect?" "It's fine," the cigar smoker shrugged. "It's been more than ten years, and finally a bullet went through under his left chest, making a hole the size of an apple. He lay in my arms and asked me Is there a bottle opener, I said no, but I can pop a bottle with a gun, and I did." "The results of it?" "He drank the bottle, yelled Hallelujah, and died." "Very interesting story." After a moment of silence, the young man said. "Come to me if you need anything," the cigar smoker picked up his hat and put it on, and put a bottle of wine into the pocket of his windbreaker, "I wish you all the best, this time we are on the same side as the LMA, Have you never tried to join forces with Hound Fox?" "Never, he and I can only have one person standing in the sun, and the other must stand in the dark." The young man said. "In any case, keep Peng Borji, he is the fire that burns the grassland." The cigar smoker opened the door. "Peng Borji will not bow to the pressure of the academy, but he will not follow you either. He is the spark of freedom. Are you not afraid of being burned by his flame?" The young man turned and looked at him. "Hey, hey, who do you think I am? An agent of the LMA? We are people who play with fire." The cigar smoker pulled out the "Balkan Eagle" from his arms and flipped it in his huge palm like a show.