Chapter 7 Chapter 3 Icewine and Knife-2

five Bayangol Hotel. This is a magnificent Byzantine building, and the war did not take away its luxury.Lin, Irina, and Gerila huddled in a small Japanese car, looking at the main entrance of the hotel in the distance.Many limousines passed by like water and stopped outside the hotel. "Remember, of course Major Geryl does not exist. Although the guest's name can be found in the computer records, you still have to avoid talking to people from the Northern Alliance to avoid being recognized," Geryl said. "Why use your own name?" Lin held up his binoculars to observe.

"I think it's beautiful." "Where's the tux I want?" Irina cut in. "No way, princess," Gerile shook his head, "I did my best. Now it's post-war, who has evening dresses for sale? I've searched the entire black market, and I can even find the latest "Playboy", but when When it comes to tux, everyone thinks I'm crazy." "Then you also use the money I gave you to buy the latest Playboy?" "Only part of it," Gerile laughed, "not all of it." "Irina, you don't have to follow me, it's very dangerous, and we don't need fighter pilots in this case." Lin said.

"I have a mission," Irina said. "You have a mission?" "My mission is to follow you." Lin was silent for a while, "Well, I know the rules of the academy, there is no need for agents to know each other's action plan." He handed the binoculars to Irina, "Now open your eyes and see what style of dress you like the most among the ladies passing by." "Can I think I'm watching a soap opera about love?" Geryl interjected. "No," Lin replied calmly, "In an operation, there are only two closely meshed gears that cooperate with each other. There is no soap opera in the LMA."

"Okay gentlemen," Irina raised her hand, "shut up now! I want the purple one." Lin nodded, straightened his black suit, "wait for me." He got out of the car, walked briskly and vigorously, and walked towards the door of the hotel.While the woman in the purple evening dress was still adjusting the heels of her high-heeled shoes at the door, Lin had already shown the guard the invitation and entered. "I think her clothes are size D." Gerila looked through the binoculars for a while, then turned to look at Irina. "And I think your figure is better in size B."

"Are you questioning my bust size?" Twenty minutes later, Lin walked out of the hotel with a clothes hanger covered by a dust cover in his hand.After giving the guard a key, the guard drove him a new Volvo.Lin drove out of the hotel, away from the sight of the guards, he made a circle and parked the car on the side of the road, hiding in the darkness on the side of the street, and then got into Gerile's car again. "Purple evening dress," Lin handed the evening dress to Irina, "now you can change." "Here?" Irina hesitated. Lin closed his eyes and covered Gerile's face, "We don't have much time here."

The small space was filled with the sound of cloth rubbing against each other, and Gerile's full smile overflowed from Lin's fingers, "I swear, for a blind person, this will be the most glamorous moment." "What did you do with that naked woman?" Irina struggled to stretch herself in the seat, tucking herself into her tux. "She slept in a storage compartment. Also, she wasn't naked, she was wearing underwear." "Do me a favor and zip up my back." "You touched the wrong place!" Irina said again after a while. "I was groping with my eyes closed." Lin sighed.

"I'm actually willing to help." Gerile said with a smile. "What's the code for the joint?" Lin finally zipped Irina up. "Purple roses," Gerile said. "It feels like being in Paris." While saying this, Irina was standing beside Lin.She was wearing the lavender silk evening gown with spaghetti straps that fell down to her feet.The long silk gloves of the same color covered her upper arm, and on her wrist was a pearl-covered thin-chain women's watch. Lin took her arm and glanced around seemingly inadvertently.The Bayangol Hotel is luxuriously decorated, with light green tulip-patterned carpets covering every inch of the floor, works donated by painters who once stayed on the walls, and several baseball and rugby jerseys are also kept in frames , the number on it shows the extraordinary identity of its owner.A magnificent and luxurious crystal chandelier hangs from the fifty-foot-high dome, like an upside-down crystal pagoda.

Here, the fragrance of clothes and the shadows on the temples are constantly flowing.The waiters are dressed in little black evening dresses, can speak standard English, French and Spanish, and flash through the crowd lightly, like flexible fish.Looks like some old fashioned jazz band playing languid romance. "Sure enough, it's a high-end reception," Lin leaned closer to Irina's ear, "How do you wear this dress? It seems that a few people are looking at you." "The waistline is indeed a bit big. The contact person is a master. I am indeed wearing size B clothes. The high heels are 5 inches, and I can't stand stably." Irina complained in a low voice.

"Then hope you don't fall while dancing." "Dancing?" Irina froze for a moment. "Rum, sir." The waiter approached, holding a silver tray. Lin shook his hand and told him to leave, "Give me a chance, Karina." "Karina?" Lin had already grabbed Irina's hand, and the two of them stepped onto the dance floor in the center of the hall. The reception had only just begun, and no one was dancing yet, so they stood there a bit awkwardly.The jazz band tactfully replaced the music with dance music, and at some point a crimson rose appeared in Lin's hand. He suddenly became like a social veteran, and his smile became more and more unpredictable.

He put the rose on Irina's chest, "From now on, your name is Karina, the younger sister of Major Gerila of the Northern Alliance Army." "Where do roses come from?" "I picked it up in a vase, but there are no purple ones." Lin looked around casually, "there is not a single purple rose in the whole hall." Irina and Lin revolve around the dance floor in a huge circle. LMA's cultivation of agents is very comprehensive. The dance steps of the two seem to be taught by the same teacher. They fit perfectly. The sound of music and the rotating purple shadow Attract more and more people to the dance floor.

"Now we have attracted everyone's attention." Lin Mo whispered in Irina's ear. "Isn't that what you wanted?" "That's exactly what I hoped for. See the man holding the wine under the tapestry?" Irina glanced, "I see." "That is the youngest member of the Caucasus Parliament, the most promising new star - Na Risong. He is also one of our strongest opponents. The dovish members led by him jointly demanded that the priest be sentenced to death, although this bill has not yet been passed. .He has a Ph.D. in the US, is extremely fluent in English and French, and has a lot of women who like him." "He is indeed a handsome middle-aged man." Irina laughed. "But it is not the type that attracts me. I am not interested in old men." "As a politician, he is as young as a winter jasmine. He has been watching you for five minutes, and you are attracted to him. After the song is over, he will definitely invite you to dance. Are you interested in dancing with him?" "Like dancing with an eagle." Irina glanced again in the direction of the pines. This man made her feel troublesome. His soft curly hair and smooth forehead made him look younger than his actual age, but when he looked sideways, there was a kind of thorn-like sharpness in his eyes. "Yeah." Lin narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Dance with the eagle, try to joke with him, let him introduce you to the people present, anyway, let him and you attract the eyes of the people around you, and attract them to the dance floor Come to the side." "I'm good at this." When the dance music ended, there was quite lively applause from around. "Miss, can I ask you to dance?" The young councilor appeared in front of Irina. Before Irina could answer him, she suddenly realized that Lin had disappeared at some point. SIX Lin walked in the shadow of the pillars, turned his head to look at the dance floor, and the people in the hall gradually gathered towards the dance floor.The joint chief of staff of the coalition forces also talked with the foreign minister of the Caucasus with great interest about the ladies and young congressmen dancing on the dance floor. Irina's long dance skirt bloomed like a purple flower in the middle of the dance floor. The aisle is sandwiched between two rows of columns. The gold-plated and pedestal-decorated columns are in the Byzantine style of the heyday, and at the end of the 50-meter-long aisle is an exquisite marble fountain.An old man in a Caucasian military uniform was sitting in a wheelchair right in front of the fountain. He seemed a little tired, resting his chin with one hand and flipping through a book with the other.Lin's eyes fell on the old man. From his perspective, the old man looked like an ancient emperor sitting on the throne, and Lin was an envoy who traveled thousands of miles to meet him. Lin could hear his firm footsteps and heartbeat. He didn't stop until he approached to a distance of five meters from the opponent. The old man raised his head and looked at him.A short silence followed, neither of them speaking.This old man, who was as quiet as if he should be sitting in a rocking chair with his grandson, revealed a faint alienation and majesty the moment he raised his eyes. "Hello?" said the old man. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Speaker, I'm here," Lin said. The speaker of the Caucasus Democratic Assembly frowned slightly, and looked at Lin in front of him cautiously, "I don't understand what you mean, sir." "The purple rose does not mean a flower. It is a lingo. It refers to the purple rose medal, the highest honor issued by the Caucasus for soldiers. This medal was abolished twelve years ago. After Peng Borji came to power, he advocated his Prairie Horse Spirit, so the Rose Medal was replaced by the Mustang Medal. Almost all the officials and soldiers who had previously won the Purple Rose Medal stepped down in that coup, except for one person, that is, you, Mr. Speaker." Lin's eyes fell on On the glorious medal on the old man's chest. The old man still looked at Lin, with a slight smile on his lips, "I paid a huge price for this medal. During the Revolutionary War, my legs were cut off by shrapnel, so Peng Borji likes it My medal, he thinks it symbolizes the spirit of the Caucasus." "Hello, Hound Fox." He stretched out his hand to Lin, "Come with me, our time is running out." "There are monitors in every corner, so don't look back, and don't look around." The speaker lowered his voice. "Will they be suspicious when they see us moving together?" Lin pushed the wheelchair and carefully observed the surrounding terrain. "Yes, but when I was the speaker of the Caucasus, they didn't dare to attack me." They had already reached the third floor. The entire lower three floors of the hotel had been requisitioned by the Caucasus Ministry of Foreign Affairs. No one could be seen in the empty corridors. The floor was covered with an inch-thick woolen carpet, and there was no sound of footsteps. The speaker instructed Lin to stop in front of a door, and he put his hand on the doorknob, "This is a miniature library." Lin nodded, and was about to open the door when his body suddenly trembled slightly, as if he had been shocked by an electric shock. He turned around suddenly and squatted halfway. "Don't look back!" the Speaker shouted in a low voice. Lin didn't answer, he looked at the end of the corridor, there was no one in the empty space, big green tulips bloomed on the carpet, and the golden wall lamp cast a warm shimmer, this should be a safe place, except The feeling just now, a familiar, needle-like feeling pressed against his spine, made him feel that there were a pair of eyes staring at him from behind. "I'm sorry." Lin turned back, "Maybe I was too nervous." The two walked into the tiny library.The chairman's skills suddenly became more vigorous, and the part below his knees was gone, but he still moved like an antelope with strong legs on the grassland.He took out a recording disc from the gap between a stack of books, held it between his fingers, and stretched it towards Lin.Lin pinched the dish, but the speaker did not let go. "This is the current location of Peng Borji. Please protect him and take him out of the Caucasus if necessary." The speaker's words were as powerful as a military order. "The LMA Supreme Council will honor their promises, and I will obey their instructions." Lin replied cautiously, "Can I ask a question? You are one of the leaders of the dove faction in the Caucasus political arena. Why do you support the Hawks?" Borji sent? You are the speaker, and Borghi is the dictatorial leader of the military government, and your position is in conflict with him." "For the Caucasus to have a future without proton annihilation bombs. There are also different voices among the doves. I don't agree with the military government. I advocate democracy, but I don't want the price of democracy to be the placement of the 'Gangol' launch matrix in In the Caucasus, I firmly stand by Peng Borji’s side. And some people, such as Narisong, will spare no effort to pave the way for the Western camp to intervene in the Caucasus.” The old man stared into Lin’s eyes tightly, His face was tangled with rigid curves. "I understand." Lin nodded. "They will kill Peng Borji at any time. So, please LMA fulfill your promise and protect him." The speaker let go, "Leave now, the sooner the better, the people from the Secrecy Bureau will be very fast I'm coming here soon. Battelle, have you heard of this name?" "Ram." Lin nodded. He turned around, left the room as fast as he could, and rushed to the end of the corridor.There seemed to be a shadow flashing in the corridor, and only a few minutes later, the sound of heavy footsteps came and stopped at the door of the miniature library.The door opened, and several men in black suits came in. Only the speaker was in the room, flipping through a book. The leader was a middle-aged man with slender eyebrows and eyes, holding a gun with the safety on in his hand.He stood by the door, "Mr. Speaker, do you have any guests?" "Even if there was, it's gone now. Colonel Battelle," the speaker stared into his eyes, "maybe your desire to kill is too strong, and I heard that foxes have a very keen sense of smell, and they can smell dangerous winds. " "Jackal! Close all passages on the second floor." "clear!" "Falcons one team, two teams, three teams! Hold the stairs and elevators to the upper floors." "clear!" "Sniper level one alert, if you see any unidentified young Asian men in black suits six feet tall, shoot them dead. Repeat, shoot them all." "clear!" Battelle led the elite agents of the Secrecy Bureau to run wildly in the corridor. Battelle called loudly to the communication system on his wrist, his two exquisite and slender eyebrows furrowed violently, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.Among the Caucasians, he was one of those rare quiet and delicate men, but the cold light in his eyes made people fear out of thin air. "All the sparrows are dispatched! Control the three exits of the lobby, and no guests are allowed to enter or leave the hotel now." "But the military police of the coalition forces are now controlling the nearby passage." A hesitant voice came from the opposite side of the walkie-talkie. "Damn it!" Battelle lowered his voice and said viciously, "Quickly check all the monitors in the building and find me the location of the fox!" "I've been checking, but I haven't found... He can't be seen on all the monitors." "Trash! Send everyone to search every floor!" Battelle forcibly stopped at a stairway, looking helplessly at the roads extending in all directions. The entire corridor suddenly went completely dark, and all the lights were extinguished. The agents squatted down in horror, and turned on the flashlights to search around. "What's going on? What happened?" Battelle almost growled into the walkie-talkie. "The building's electrician has already been dispatched. I don't know why, and the whole building suddenly lost power!" Battelle patted hard on the forehead, opened his suit and took a few breaths, switched the communication channel, and lowered his voice, "Mr. Congressman, we lost the fox, he escaped, and now we can only control Phoenix. " At the same time, Lin was running wildly in the dark corridor. "Lunas! Lunas! Block all surveillance systems!" He shouted into the microphone behind his ear. "The shielding has been completed, they are now blind hounds, and they will never see you." Lunas' voice came from the earphones. "At this critical moment, you will never let people down." "Not necessarily. You happened to make this request just as Mercury was crossing the Caucasus, or you'd have to send the pursuers yourself." "Check the map for me, where should I leave? It's so dark here that I can't see anything, is it necessary to cut off the electricity?" Lin could hear his own violent heartbeat. The floor he entered following Lunas' guidance was unexpected. There were no lights on, and his eyes couldn't catch any light. "You go on for about 18 meters and turn left, and then you will meet the elevator on your left hand after 20 meters. Only this elevator can work here, and only you can take it. You go back to the ground floor and I will restore the power supply. " "Very good!" Lin rushed forward, he clasped the wall, and fumbled for the button of the elevator. He had just pressed the button when suddenly a feeling of fear rushed over from behind and pressed his whole body.It was the same feeling just now, as if the eyes of a beast were watching his back, and they were very close.He turned his body and squatted down, and fired without hesitation. The gunshots tore through the silence. The elevator arrived almost at the same time. The elevator door opened and the lights shot out, but Lin didn't see anyone. He flashed into the elevator warily, his gun pointed at the door all the time.The elevator doors closed and it descended rapidly. SEVEN "Oh, there's a power outage?" Irina said. At this time, she was dancing with Na Risong, a considerate man with western education, very polite, but his hand was always tight around Irina's waist, which made her a little unaccustomed. At this time, the entire hall suddenly went dark, and there were a few exclamations from around, and then there was the sound of someone moving quickly, and a few flashlights shone from behind the circular railing on the second floor, alleviating people's tension.The most anxious ones were the agents in charge of security. Some agents dressed as guests walked out of the crowd regardless of hiding their identities. Irina turned her head and looked around blankly like an ordinary young girl, when she felt a slight electric shock from between her fingers.That came from the platinum wire ring on her middle finger, a small device of the Academy that embedded a tiny electrical discharge device that could send messages completely silently.The news from Dianma indicated that Lin was still able to cope with the current troubles, and Irina was slightly relieved. She did not doubt the man's advantages in physical strength and agility. "Ladies and gentlemen, there is probably some problem with the power supply system. I am really sorry. During the war, some parts have not been replaced for a long time, and the maintenance personnel have passed." The lobby manager comforted with a smile. The moment he finished speaking, there was an obvious gunshot from above. The whole meeting place was in an uproar, and there was obviously the metallic sound of a pistol being loaded in the darkness. All the agents who walked out of the crowd looked up, but they couldn't determine the direction of the gunfire. Irina's heart twitched, and her body instantly became stiff. "Are you uncomfortable?" Na Risong seemed concerned. "Oh, no. I just thought my brother had gone somewhere." Irina forced a smile. "Your brother, was that gentleman just now? I don't seem to have seen him before." "Yeah, his name is Gerila, he's in the Northern Union Army, and his rank is a major." Irina realized that she had made a mistake, she shouldn't be talking about Lin, anyone with eyes would never believe that he was of Spanish descent She and Asian-looking Lin are siblings. Suddenly the power was restored, and the hall was brightly lit again. Irina saw the look on Na Risong's face, and she was stunned.Na Risong looked at her coldly like an eagle about to pounce on food, and his arms around her became tighter and tighter.Irina looked at her waist, where there was a miniature pistol. "I'm sorry, there is no Major Gerila in the Northern Alliance Army," Na Risong smiled politely, pushing Irina towards the wall, and they were slowly leaving the crowd, "Your brother's name is not Gerila. Called 'Hound Fox', Hound Fox Theodore Lim. The Caucasus will not allow foreign foxes to interfere in our politics, so we must kill the fox. Personally, however, I will keep you safe." "thanks." Na Risong's smile suddenly froze, because the thank you didn't come from Irina, but a man's low voice, right behind him.Then a hand of steel twisted around his wrist and snatched the miniature pistol away.The gun was turned against Na Risong's waist, with such force that it seemed to punch a hole in his waist. "But it seems that it is not your turn to protect her, Mr. Congressman, there are many people queuing up." The man said. "Are you... who are you? Are you also an agent of the LMA?" Nari Song hissed. "You are the agent of the LMA, and your whole family is an agent of the LMA!" With a contemptuous smile, the person behind kicked Na Risong's ass, knocking him to the ground. At this time, Battelle had already rushed into the hall from the emergency passage, and what he saw was a man in a little black evening dress standing behind Nari Song. He was wearing an inappropriate woolen top hat, the brim of which covered his eyebrows and eyes. , Battelle couldn't see his appearance clearly, he could only see a smile on the other side's slightly crooked mouth. At this time, Lin was standing by the railing on the second floor, he stepped out of the elevator, and Lunas restored the power supply, and the timing was flawless.He looked into the hall on the first floor, and also caught a glimpse of the figure of the man and a silver light flickering in his hand. Irina and him were facing each other, but the other party covered his face with one hand, and only looked at her through the gap between his fingers, the eyes in the gap between his fingers were cold and jumping. The man waved his hand upwards, and the giant crystal chandelier composed of thousands of light bulbs suddenly went out, and the hall fell into darkness again.Lin leaned on the railing just before it went out, and flew from the second floor to the first floor. "Hound Fox! He's got a gun!" one of the agents yelled. "Shut up!" Battelle shouted, knocking him down with a punch. Irina stood blankly in the darkness, she knew that she was face to face with that person at this time, and the breath of the other person seemed to be sprayed on her face. "Hey Angel! Don't get too close to the bad boy, I'll be worried." The man said with a low smile. Irina felt a hand pass her face very quickly in the darkness, and squeezed it lightly.She reflexively grabbed the opponent's fingers with a grappling motion, but what she caught was only air, and the opponent's speed was too fast, and Irina knew that she could not catch up with him at all. She felt the voice rumbling in her ears like thunder, and a blazing light shone into her mind.She couldn't hear any other voices anymore and just stood there dumbfounded until someone took her hand. "Who?" Irina exclaimed, reaching out her hand again. The other party easily evaded her movements and squeezed her wrist, "It's me, Theo." "Are you OK?" "It's okay." Lin put his arms around her waist, "Follow the flow of people and get out of here!" Lin and Irina rushed towards the main entrance amidst the terrified crowd.The emergency exit lights were on in the dark, the only signposts for people.Agents and guards held up their pistols helplessly, and someone yelled loudly: "Hold your guns, hold your guns, and turn off the safety!" No one dared to shoot at this time, and no one could stop the crowd. The VIPs were out of control. Lin turned on the tiny flashlight on his keychain and shined it on the roof. The light only lasted half a second, and no one noticed in the chaotic venue. But Lin saw it, and the throwing knife that cut off the transmission line was stuck on the roof. After all these years, it was still as sharp as ever. EIGHT One o'clock. In the meeting room of the Bayangol Hotel, Nari Song let out a long breath, relaxed his body and sank into the soft sofa, "Hound Fox got what he wanted through chaos." Unable to answer, Battelle waved his men away. The reception ended in a very disgraceful way, and the Caucasus Secrecy Bureau did not get any valuable clues about the incident this time.The whole scene was extremely chaotic, and the Bureau of Secrecy could not restrict people from leaving, because it included high-level officials from the Caucasus, as well as members of embassies and news agencies of various countries. "Where is Mr. Speaker?" Na Risong pressed his temple and took a deep breath to calm himself down. "Already left by car." "No words left?" "No." Battelle shook his head, "He only told me that a fox has a very keen sense of smell, and he can smell dangerous winds." "Damn it!" Nari Song slammed his fist on the table, "there is no wind more dangerous than the LMA wind, they will never do unsure work, especially in politics. Since they chose to protect Peng Borji, I'm not going to go back empty-handed!" "After all, this is the land of the Caucasus, and their number is still limited," Battelle said. Na Risong shook his head, "But the risk is huge. If Peng Baoerji regains power, we will be treated as political prisoners and locked in prison forever until we become demented with saliva and die!" Battelle can only be silent. He is not a politician, but one of the heads of the National Security Bureau, just a soldier.Although he understands that he has been caught in this political vortex, in his capacity, it is far from enough to comment on the situation. "Kill Borji." Na Risong pressed his hands on the table and gasped, "Kill him, as long as he exists, we will never be able to eliminate his influence." Battelle shook his head, "If we don't handle it properly, our reputation will be ruined, and we still can't escape the fate of political prisoners." "Yes, before the end of the general election, he is still the nominal supreme leader of the Caucasus government. We can send him to a military court, but we cannot kill him." Na Risong sat back on the sofa tiredly, rubbing throbbing restless temples. Raindrops were crackling on the glass, and there was a rare storm outside.The unclosed window leaked raindrops, and Battelle went to close the window. He thought about replacing the service staff here, because they didn't even know that the windows should be kept closed at all times.These windows are all bulletproof glass, which means more than keeping out wind, rain and cold. "Battelle, I heard that when Borji took control of Mtskheta, you cooperated well with him?" Na Risong suddenly asked behind him. "Yes, Borji is also a soldier. He is very good at intelligence systems and secret activities. In terms of ability, he is a rare commander. After all, he was a high-level LMA." Battelle is very frank. "Then why did you decide to work for us?" "I remember I once told you about it in private." Battelle turned around. "I want to listen to it again, if possible." Na Ri Song lighted a cigarette slowly. Battelle coughed softly, "I am an officer who was born as a soldier. In order to protect this country, my teammates and I have done all kinds of terrible things for the Caucasus Secrecy Bureau. But we were treated by our stupid superiors as We are at the mercy of pawns, and no one really cares about our life or death. My original teammates are now only me. I don’t think it’s because of my superior ability. It’s all just luck. Teammates, you pushed me to where I am now with my own life. But we are people engaged in secrecy work, just like the KGB many years ago, we will never get a chance to surface. We are like killers raised by ancient kings, He told us to appear, we will appear, he ordered us to disappear, we must disappear. Even when Peng Borji was in office. I am not content with this situation, and Mr. Narisson, you promised me through the post of Undersecretary of Defence, and his eligibility for the Senate." "Want to challenge your own destiny?" Na Risong whispered, "Everyone must challenge their own destiny." "Not necessarily everyone," Battelle considered his words, "Some people are willing to obey because they are afraid of death." Na Risong stopped talking and stood there smoking a cigarette. "We have to make a choice," he said after finishing the cigarette. Na Risong sat on that luxurious old-fashioned backrest sofa, facing the pouring rain outside the window. There were no lights on, and no one else in the room. This is the most luxurious suite of the Bale Gaoyan Hotel. The bedrooms are all wooden furniture in the European medieval style, old but elegant, and every gold-plated and inlaid part is made by senior craftsmen.This is also Na Risong's favorite room. He is not married, nor does he have parents or children, and lives alone.He has a big house, but he doesn't like it there, and he has always been in the suites of various hotels.Sometimes he takes different female companions, more often he is alone. Lightning crossed the sky, and Na Risong suddenly saw the person sitting not far from him in the dark, he was so startled that he almost stood up, but his legs had no strength. "Hello, Senator Narisatsu." Someone turned on the light, and a young man in a black suit was sitting on another sofa next to Nari Song, with a polite smile on his lips.He folded his hands on his knees and held a Colt with the safety on. Irina walked over from the light switch and came to the wine cabinet, "Would you like an Apple Martell?" "I just want apple juice, and Martell puts ice on it for Senator Narisong. He needs to be quiet," Lin said. Na Risong did not refuse, took the whole glass of Martell, took a sip, and then downed the whole glass. "I used to think I was bold enough, but I still trembled involuntarily when facing a gun. It seems that everyone is afraid of death." Na Risong's face returned to normal slightly, "I heard that you never shoot Empty gun, Hound Fox." "I'm not here to kill people," Lin said. Irina gave Na Risong another glass of Martell. "Thank you." Na Risong warmed the cup with his hand. Na Risong became drunk after several glasses of spirits in a row, "Don't hope to threaten me to change the political situation in the Caucasus. You can choose to kill me or let me go. In exchange, I can guarantee you to leave here safely. " "I know you are the most advocate of killing Borji, why?" Lin asked. "Everyone has their own position, LMA has it, Borji has it, I have it too, I'm just for my position." Na Risong was actually able to hold back a smile, he was not good at drinking, and he was almost unable to hold on up. "Everyone has their own position." Lin nodded. "What price do you want me to exchange for my life?" Na Risong shook the cup, "As long as I can accept it." "We don't need to talk about a deal, and there is no deal between us. I won't kill you, because it's useless to kill you. The reason we are here is not as complicated as you think, it's just that there will be no one in your room Searching, we need a temporary hiding place." Lin said calmly. "How long do you need to stay here?" Irina asked. "People are most likely to get tired at three or four o'clock in the middle of the night, and it is easier to avoid the guards at that time." Lin looked at the heavy rain outside the window, "I hope the rain can be lighter." Irina woke up because the wall clock rang.She fell asleep lying on the big bed, and she was covered with a sheet at some point.Lin sat on the sofa, looking at a book as if he hadn't moved, but Nari Song had already collapsed on the sofa, perhaps because of fear, he kept drinking and quickly passed out.He didn't try to fight back, because he knew he wouldn't stand a chance against the Hound Fox. "Is it time?" Irina asked. "I think it's almost time to act." Lin said, his eyes still on the book. The book blocked Irina's sight, and Lin was holding a four- to five-inch throwing knife in his hand, with an orange light shining on the blade.He closed the book and stood up, quietly put the knife into his pocket. "What to do with him?" Irina tied up her loose hair, found a pair of scissors, and cut off the entire skirt from the waist.She wore close-fitting trousers under her long skirt, but the trousers were also cut short, so she couldn't tell if she was wearing high heels. "Let him sleep, no need..." Lin stopped suddenly as he said this. Irina saw him staring at a stack of white papers on the table, as if in a trance. "Theo?" "It's okay." Lin came back to his senses, "Irina, do me a favor, go and get rid of the two guards at the elevator entrance, but don't go downstairs easily, there are a large number of plainclothes there." Lin threw Nari Song on the bed, and he stood in front of the bed, quietly looking at the sleeping Nari Song.After reconfirming that Irina's footsteps were no longer heard, he picked up the Colt pistol and pressed a snow-white duck down pillow on Nari Song's head, and the muzzle of the gun sank deeply into the pillow . There was just a soft "flutter", a few feathers splashed slightly, and black and red blood slowly flowed out from under the pillow, soaking through the snow-white sheets. Lin turned off all the lights, walked out of the presidential suite silently, and closed the door softly. NINE In the "Shake Le Pig" bar, it rained heavily in the middle of the night. A man in a black windbreaker strode in from the storm outside. He didn't have an umbrella, but the clothes were waterproof. He shook the water off his clothes and lit a good Havana cigar.The knowledgeable waiter immediately greeted him and led him to the small room behind the wine storehouse. He generously tipped a hundred dollars.侍者惊喜起来，男人歪了歪嘴露出一丝捉弄的笑容，“年轻时受点小挫折会令你老来有大回报，希伯来的谚语是这么说的。手心的疼痛很容易忘记，那也是一种经验。” 侍者退去了，抽雪茄的人打开了门。 似乎始终不停地喝着酒的年轻人这一次破例没有捧着杯子，他站在一盏昏暗的铁皮吊灯下抽烟，一身昂贵的黑色小晚礼服正在滴滴答答地滴水。 “看着真是狼狈，为什么深夜叫我出来？这里是高加索，不要让我惹上什么麻烦，我不想上西方联军的黑名单。”抽雪茄的人抱怨着，“你去哪里了？全身都湿透了。” “刚从外交部的酒会回来，猎犬狐杀了那日松议员。”年轻人简略地说。 “好家伙！这个孩子现在变成了快刀手，居然杀了鸽派最亲西方的议员。”抽雪茄的人带着赞叹的语气。 “但是也有坏消息，如果我没有猜错，授权杀死彭·鲍尔吉的暗杀令在那日松死前就被签署了！” “天呐！这个局势的变化太快，有多少把握？”抽雪茄的人面孔僵了一下。 “那日松临死前有一份秘密文件通过国家特务局的巴特尔上校送出，我已经来不及阻止。这份文件有90%的可能是杀死将军，猎犬狐的出现意味着LMA依然在支持将军，这是鸽派绝对不愿意看见的，更不容将军从他们的手中逃走。”年轻人的脸色阴沉。 “我们现在还能指望谁？猎犬狐？”抽雪茄的人紧张地舔着嘴唇。 “他无疑会尽快出动去保护将军，甚至冒险带着他离开。” “他能做到么？” 年轻人摇了摇头，“在我看来不是他的能力问题，一切取决于彭·鲍尔吉的意志。我太了解他了，他那样一个男人，胸膛里流着草原英雄的血，立志拯救他的人民，却要祈求神去救赎他自己的心灵。” “好吧，看猎犬狐和鲍尔吉的了。这对于我们，就像俄罗斯轮盘赌，别人帮你转转轮，我们只能下注，输了还要买单。”抽雪茄的人耸了耸肩膀，“我还能给你提供什么帮助么？” “我要自己去看看将军。我有一个列表，需要这些东西装在一辆越野吉普的后备厢里，明天中午之前要。包括一支远程狙击步枪，它必须带光学瞄准镜，要可以发射超距射击的钢芯弹，以及一支高射速的突击步枪，还有催泪手雷、消音器、匕首、红外夜视镜、速降绳索，我还要伯莱塔的10毫米大口径手枪，足够的弹药和能跑500公里以上的汽油。” “等等！等等！我的记忆力不好，我需要大概做个笔录。”抽雪茄的人抓下帽子，急忙从怀里摸笔，拿笔杆挠着他一头银白色的头发。他的头发是银色的，里面夹着少许的褐色，杂乱得像是野草，锋利地向着不同方向伸展。 “你要干掉一支军队么？我知道你可以做到，因为你是个怪物。但是你不需要一支队伍跟随你么？”他一边书写一边抬起眉毛，一道早已愈合的伤痕穿越了他的眉心，扫过他的眼角。这道多年前的伤无疑差点夺走他的一只右眼。 “不需要，我一个人去。你的手下如果任何一个被猎犬狐捕获，都会是巨大的麻烦。学院能够从任何人的嘴里获得他们想要知道的秘密。”年轻人直接回绝道。 “好吧好吧，不和你争，你是超级英雄，我是一个普通的军人，我清楚。”抽雪茄的人似乎早已习惯了对方的骄傲。 “你这头西伯利亚雪熊也这么说，听起来倒像是嘲笑。” “没有，没有。”抽雪茄的人举起双手满面坦诚的模样，“我可都是好意。” 他站了起来，“好了，没问题了，接下来要好好休息。明天中午，我另外通知你接货的时间。” “不介意的话送我一程，我得去找身衣服换上，我还需要一个医生。”年轻人的声音略显疲惫和沙哑。 抽雪茄的人这才注意到他的脸色其实不太好，略显苍白。 “你病了？”他疑惑地问。 年轻人抬起胳膊，接近他腰间的地方，小晚礼服裂开了，正在缓慢地渗出鲜血来。 “猎犬狐对我开了一枪，在黑暗里。只是擦伤，不过挺深，果然在听觉上他还是比我强。” “天呐。”抽雪茄的人矮身下去看了看伤口，摘下嘴边的雪茄摆出要去烫那里的模样，“需要医生处理一下，下手没有留情啊，他知道是你么？” “大概还没有猜到，别废话了，扶我一把。”年轻人似乎牵动了伤口，一手按在桌上轻微地喘息。 “没问题，先生，看见我们的招牌你就算是到家了。”抽雪茄的人带着一股酒吧侍者的流氓语气。他一把扯下了年轻人身上湿透的小晚礼服，脱下自己的风衣给他披上，随即紧紧地夹住了年轻人的胳膊。他透过衣服传来的体温令人觉得安全，他的手在风衣下按死了年轻人的伤口，巨大的力量令伤口麻木，疼痛也略微地减轻了。 “真是头狗熊。”年轻人无从挣扎，只能抱怨。 抽雪茄的人几乎是拎着他的伙伴穿过喧闹和充满烟雾的酒吧大堂。舞池里的灯光剧烈地变化，人影和长发一起扭动着，像是光线都被人类的狂热所扭曲。 “嗨，先生，要不要一点开心的玩意。”面目可爱的男人手心里托着几粒颜色各异的药丸，凑在抽雪茄的人身边。 抽雪茄的人看了他一眼，摘下嘴角的雪茄用力压在他的手心，趁着男人哀嚎的时候抓起他凑上来的另一只手，“不要趁机掏我的口袋。” 抽雪茄的人抓起他的衣襟把他扔到了一边的墙上去。 甚至没有人瞥一眼这边的情况，周围的桌子上六七个高加索年轻人围在一起喝兑了水的伏特加，吃夹着腌肉的汉堡。纯的伏特加价格很高，酒吧就用伏特加掺上水和食用酒精来卖，这种酒被称作“匕首”，很少的量就能让人兴奋和暖和起来。 “你投了谁的票？”头发染红的女人大声说。 “还用问，投票给牛屎也不会投给彭·鲍尔吉！”男人满嘴的酒气，捏着女人的脸要去吻她。 “够了够了，你他妈的这个狗娘养的，把你满嘴的臭气喷到厕所去。”女人推开他，“我也投了和平民主联盟，这见鬼的战争早点结束早点好，我已经受够了。” “是啊是啊，我也投给了鸽派，我是爱好自由的小鸽子。”面目柔腻的男人扑着双手像是小鸟儿一样往女人的胸口蹭去。 距离高加索全民公选的结束只有不到72个小时了，即使在这里也满是政治评论的声音。 “不该相信鲍尔吉那个自以为是的蠢货，我们投票支持了他，他说要自由，可是他给了我们什么，只有连干净的酒也喝不上的苦日子！”对面桌子上的男人骂骂咧咧地高举起杯子，“要和平！” “要和平！”所有人都举杯。 抽雪茄的男人感觉到自己扶着的年轻人身体震了一下，而后他被推开了。 年轻人痛苦地吸了一口气，直起身子，慢慢走到那桌子男女的面前。女人正搂着两个男人的头蹭在自己的胸脯上，周围的人高声笑着没有意识到他的到来。 年轻人拾起其中一个人面前的盘子，重新扔回桌上。瓷碟摔碎的巨响令周围的人都愣住了。侍者匆匆忙忙地跑过来看，抽雪茄的人狠狠地皱了皱眉，从口袋里又摸了一张一百美元出来拍在侍者手里，然后在他屁股上踹了一脚打发他走了。 “好吃么？”年轻人问那个自称小鸽子的男人。 小鸽子意识到自己遇上了找茬的人，他的个头不高，略微有些惊惧，一边小心地闪避一边试图悄悄地去摸酒瓶子。 “好吃么？”年轻人拿起他吃了一半的汉堡，慢慢地抵到他嘴边。 “味道……味道不错……”小鸽子的脸色越发难看，他被那个汉堡压着往后退去，够不到酒瓶了。 “好吃就多吃一点。”年轻人把汉堡用力地塞进了他嘴里，他的动作忽然间变得凶狠暴力，掰着小鸽子的下颌强迫他狠命地咀嚼着嘴里的汉堡。在他的力量下小鸽子根本没有反抗的机会，他的喉咙里发出痛苦的哀嚎，粗麦的面包里渐渐地渗出血来，也不知道是咬破了舌头还是折断了牙齿。 年轻人把满脸眼泪满嘴血的小鸽子推到了一边，冷冷地看着那个女人，“不希望他这么吃就自己吃快一点。” 女人战战兢兢，忽然抓起碟子里的汉堡不顾一切地往嘴里塞去。人人都看得出她几乎要被噎死了似的，可是还在发疯一般咀嚼。 年轻人面无表情地从小鸽子嘴里把剩下的汉堡渣子一点一点抠出来，“最初难道不正是你们这些蠢材把彭·鲍尔吉推上了军政府的宝座么？现在后悔当初的勇气了？” “你……你是南部游击队的人！”有人颤抖着说。 只有最初跟随鲍尔吉的南部游击队依旧绝对地站在鹰派的一侧，而他们还有少量的人在姆茨赫塔活动。 “不。我讨厌愚蠢的人，仅此而已。”年轻人眼里的凶狠渐渐地褪去，把小鸽子扔在了桌上。