Chapter 9 Chapter Eight Toledo Assassination Sword
The ancient city of Toledo, located on a plateau at an altitude of 530 meters, was the heart of the world's top hegemony more than 400 years ago.
King Carlos I of Spain, who was crowned the "Holy Roman Emperor", took the capital of Toledo as a foothold in the early 16th century and sent troops to Europe to fight against the heroes. He even crossed the Atlantic Ocean and conquered the Pizarro Empire and Mexico. The Inca Empire, a huge colonial territory that expanded for a while, was called the "Golden Age" of Spain in history.
Prior to this, Toledo was ruled by Romans, Visigoths and Moors. The different architectural styles of this period are still intact today, including the most complex street network in the Middle Ages and the ancient city walls in Arabic style.It was not until 1560 that the Kingdom of Spain moved its capital to Madrid.
Today's Toledo still retains the style and features of the golden soup city: the east, south and west sides of the city are surrounded by the Tayu River, and there are cliffs that are difficult for birds to cross. The only way to enter the city is through five bridges in the north of the city.Toledo is like a wonderful natural danger created by God's skillful hand.
When Kangzhefu's car was driving along the loop road along the Tayou River, the east view of Toledo appeared out of the left window, and the sky was getting dark.The sun fell behind the ancient city, making Toledo look gloomy and gloomy. Kang Zhefu stepped on the gas pedal anxiously.He regretted not renting a faster car. ——Tilia... The car drove straight to the north of Toledo.
"why why?" Tilia, who was standing on the winding cobblestone street in the west of Toledo City, was holding the receiver of the public phone excitedly. "It's not my order." An old male voice came from the microphone. "Kalta acted without authorization, and I can't contact him." "No!" Tilia's eyes were red. "This Chinese is very valuable, we can't give up..." "Too late," said the old man. "Kalta has killed his friend. I am afraid he has become our enemy." Tilia shed tears, dripping on the pure white shirt. "Kalta is too reckless, why don't you fight with Chaidelian?" The old man's majestic voice was full of anger. "The Chinese may have noticed it. Tilia, don't see him again." Tilia didn't tell the old man that the bug's message had been suddenly interrupted not long ago. "Tilia, leave Toledo as soon as possible. I can't stop Chaidelian and Kartha. You come back first. Use another passport. Be careful of the CIA." The call was hung up immediately, and the call time did not exceed the source of the call. limit. Tilia hung up the receiver on the phone blankly.She took off the wide-brimmed round hat she used to hide her face. —It was Calta who killed the matador in Madrid, and it must be Chaidelian who came to Toledo. She couldn't help shaking when she thought of this frightening man. —Guess where Dorian will ambush Zeff?Has Zeff gone into hiding? Tilia walked along the maze-like medieval streets and alleys, thinking hard. --No.Even if Zeff knew everything, he would definitely come to me... at the hotel! She ran desperately through the cobbled streets.Mexican-style leather boots rattled, attracting passers-by to look back.
The burly body of Peter Kanos, the Chief of Operations of the CIA's Counterintelligence Division, stepped off his private jet and onto the tarmac of Madrid's Lajas Airport.His blond hair was disheveled by the evening wind. Seven burly men who wore the same black suit as him also stepped off the plane one by one.The seven are capable subordinates that Kanos has carefully cultivated and selected when he was in the Marine Corps. A black Mercedes-Benz six-door sedan with the American Stars and Stripes parked in front of the plane.Several Spanish police cars were also waiting. The driver's door of the Mercedes opened, and a gentle man about 30 years old stepped out. His hair was combed back extremely neatly, and he wore round-rimmed glasses. "I'm Jack McAfee, cultural officer of the embassy." The man introduced himself. "Mr. Kanos, your immigration procedures have been pre-cleared." "Very good. We don't have much time." Kanos looked at the "cultural officer" proudly, and glanced at the twenty or so plainclothes criminal policemen standing behind McAfee. "What are they doing?" A middle-aged senior police officer stood out from the crowd and said in rough English: "Hello. I am Colonel Gonzalez of the Spanish Police Force. We want to make sure that you are not bringing weapons into the country. That is against the laws of our country." "No problem." Kanos' Spanish was exceptionally fluent.He had done quite a few "jobs" in Central America. Kanos and seven of his subordinates were quickly searched by the criminal police, and it was confirmed that they did not bring even a single bullet. "Offended everyone," Colonel Gonzalez apologized. "You can leave now." Kanos ignored him completely. "Anidon and Eddie," he directed two of his men. "The two of you stayed in Madrid and asked these gentlemen of the criminal police to help you gather clues about the killing of the matador. The other five followed me to Toledo." The six people boarded the big car nimbly, and one of them, a burly bearded subordinate, sat in the driver's seat.The cultural officer McAfee, who looked like a child in front of the six giants, sat on the assistant's seat and was responsible for leading the way. The car drove out of the airport along a special channel and entered the expressway under two police cars. Kanos, who was sitting in the last row of seats, waved to the police car that was gradually moving away from behind. "Adios (goodbye)!" McAfee, who was sitting in the front assistant seat, said without looking back, "The things you need are under the seats." The five people behind grabbed the hidden compartment of the seat. McAfee was still looking out the front window. "Austrian-made Glock 17 automatic pistols with eight holsters; fully loaded magazines with fifty rows; two MP5K portable light machine guns with twenty rows of magazines. Is that enough?" "Good job." Kanos said with a smile while checking the gun.
Kang Zhefu didn't park the car well and jumped out of the car door with his briefcase, and rushed into the downstairs lobby of "Josie Gabiel Hotel". "Josie Gabier Hotel" is a small hotel with only three floors and 38 rooms. The history of the whole building has been more than 80 years. The appearance is old and simple, but the inside is very comfortable.All rooms have balconies facing the street, overlooking the towering 90-meter-high cathedral tower to the east. "Is it Mr. Kang?" The fat old owner Gabir brushed his gray hair and looked at the anxious Kangzhefu in surprise from behind the counter.Since Gabir became the third-generation owner of the hotel, he has received no more than twenty Chinese guests, and of course he recognized Kang Zhefu at a glance. "Is my wife back?" Kang Zhefu hastily stretched out his hand to ask for the room key. Old Gabir waved his empty hands. "She's back, up there—" Kang Zhefu has disappeared from the counter.He took vigorous steps, climbing the fifth floor to the third floor in one step. The hallway on the third floor was rather bleak.It was almost completely dark outside, and there was not enough light in the corridor. Kang Zhefu stopped in front of the corridor. ——How should I tell Tilia? "Are men always like this?" He recalled what she had said. "Always let happiness slip away..." Kang Zhefu wanted to move many times.Can't go.There was a feeling of numbness in the arms and legs, and the blood rushed to the head. ——I haven't tasted this feeling for many years... All kinds of images flashed through his mind like the fast mirror of a movie: the dirty and messy Chinatown in New York; the stiff face of his mother lying on the hospital bed; the headless body of Scott Riley; Cherry blossoms on the outskirts of the city; the snow-capped mountains of the Alps... ——Is this my life? "People can't find the meaning of living in the world, but they are walking dead..." The last words of the old monk sounded in his heart. Kang Zhefu took the first step.
"How long until Toledo?" Kanos put his automatic pistol into the holster under his left armpit and asked McAfee who was sitting in front. "About thirty minutes." McAfee said through his round-rimmed glasses, watching the lampposts pass by quickly on both sides of the car.
Tilia was sitting in the dark hotel room. There was a sound of turning the lock on the door of the room. She desperately wanted to shout, but her mouth was sealed tightly with tape, and she could only make a desperate muffled sound from her nose. The door opened, revealing a faint vertical brilliance. she weeps.
The moment he stepped into the dark room, Kang Zhefu instinctively lifted the briefcase to his body. A powerful shock shook his arms. Kang Zhefu thought it was a bullet at first.wrong. The sharp point of the sword pierced through the leather on the front of the briefcase, the thick "Legend of the Shuoyue Kingdom" inside the briefcase, the bulletproof synthetic fiber inside the back of the bag, and the outer leather on the back of the bag, piercing three centimeters into Kang Zhefu's right chest. Kang Zhefu felt that sharp piece of metal was still advancing in his flesh and blood. The tip of the sword pierced another half centimeter—— Kang Zhefu kicked forward. With an extremely heavy sound, the sharp sword left Kang Zhefu's chest muscle and slipped out of the leather bag. Under the reaction force of the kick, Kang Zhefu flew backwards and fell on his back in the corridor.The briefcase fell aside. After only lying on the ground for about two seconds, Kang Zhefu immediately turned over and stood up, facing the door and adopting a posture of fighting against the enemy. The room is not as dark as before.The blinds facing the door were twisted, and there was a faint light from the window.Kang Zhefu saw Tilia's petite body sitting on a chair in the corner of the room, wriggling and struggling, as if being bound by someone. The shirt on Kang Zhefu's chest was already stained with blood.His breathing became cloudy. A figure slowly stood up in front of the crooked blinds.The thin man was wearing a raincoat, struggling to hold a long silver sword, and staggered. The man suddenly fell to his knees on the carpet, convulsed all over his body, and vomited blood from his mouth.The internal organs had obviously been ruptured by Kang Zhefu's kick with astonishing strength in a critical moment. The man held the sword in his right hand, hugged his belly in his left hand, and even laughed.Blood mixed with saliva kept spraying from his mouth. "Chinese..." Kang Zhefu only heard this word from the man's mouth, and he couldn't understand a single word of a series of strange sentences. Kang Zhefu maintained a vigilant posture—although he was almost sure that the enemy could no longer attack. The man suddenly bit the long sword with his mouth, and stretched out his hands to his chest to break it hard. The shirt inside the raincoat was torn from the chest.The man quickly took off his clothes, exposing his toned upper body.There is a mass of dark black ecchymosis on the abdomen. The man held the blood-stained long sword in his hand again.He pointed the tip of the sword upside down to his hairy chest, and his right hand held the rear of the blade where there was no sharp edge. Kang Zhefu suddenly understood what the man wanted to do.He relaxed his posture, took out a handkerchief from his pants pocket, and pressed the wound on his right chest. The man's fierce gaze met Kang Zhefu's. The point of the sword pierced about half a centimeter into the center of the man's chest.The man bit his blood-stained lower lip tightly, pushing the long sword with all his strength with both arms.The tip of the sword moved in an arc to the bottom of the right chest.When passing the right breast, the man spat out a mouthful of thick blood in pain. Kang Zhefu half-kneeled in surprise, watching the man slowly push the blade to his right flank, drawing a quarter circle like a fierce arc-shaped bloodstain. The man clenched his gums, exchanged the positions of his hands, held the hilt with his left hand, and pushed the blade with his right palm. This time, he slashed the edge of the blade from the right flank to his abdomen, continuing the curved trajectory. The sound of the blade cutting through flesh is shocking.The shaking of the man's hands became more and more intense, and the scars were irregular and jagged. The blade passed through the discolored ecchymosis on the man's abdomen, thick blood flowed from the wound, and the tip finally stopped at the navel before the man pulled the long sword away from his body. From the center of the chest to the navel, the man completed a crescent-shaped scar with a gap to the right on his body. The man laughed wildly, looked at Tilia with proud eyes, and then at Kang Zhefu. Kang Zhefu closed his eyes. The man returned the long sword to his right hand, swiping the sharp blade towards his throat. The man fell silently in a pool of blood. Kang Zhefu stood up with difficulty, walked towards the man's body step by step, picked up the long sword left on the ground, and walked towards Tilia. Tilia didn't dare to face Kang Zhefu squarely. Kang Zhefu still pressed the wound on his right chest with his left palm, and swung the sword with his right hand, cutting off the rope that tied Tilia to the chair. Kang Zhefu fell to the ground at the same time. Tilia tore off the tape from her mouth, cried and threw herself at Kang Zhefu's supine body. "I..." Tilia had thousands of words in her mind, but she couldn't utter a single word. Kang Zhefu smiled wryly, and stretched out his right index finger to press her lips.Fingers stained with his blood. "Quick...leave, people from the CIA...will come anytime..." Kang Zhefu frowned in pain. "Take... the book in my... purse..." "Is there any chance for us to meet again?" Tilia caressed Kangzhefu's frozen cheek. "I will...find you..." "Will you still trust me? I lied to you..." Kang Zhefu closed his eyes and smiled. "You told me your real name... I... believe you..." Kang Zhefu coughed for a while. "I won't die... an injury ten times heavier than this one... I'm alive too... let's go... Tilia... what a beautiful name..."
Kanos sighed outside the operating room of the hospital.However, more than 20 minutes late, all the original plans fell through. Kanos originally wanted to use Kang Zhefu as bait to capture the killer alive.Now he can only hope on the corpse with a crescent moon scar on its chest. Kanos had expected that the killer had nothing on him to prove his identity.The subordinates of his operation team quickly sent the killer's appearance, fingerprints, and physical characteristics to the CIA by fax, hoping to find out something. Kanos knows that the hope of this is also very slim.He himself knew no fewer than twenty professional killers who had no identity registration or criminal records.They never paid taxes, never voted, never applied for any social benefits, acted without complicity, and contacted their employers in an extremely safe manner.They are the "invisible people" in society. Kanos had a big question in his mind: why use a sword?Chen Changde, Da Kui, and Holmes (he had learned that Kang Zhefu used the CIA computer database to search for Holmes' information) all died under the sharp knife.Even the attack on Kang Zhefu was no exception.Why not guns, bombs, poison gas, crossbow bolts, or even cars?Even Da Kui, a master swordsman who assassinated him, insisted on using the sword.Why? Why did the killer Toledo cut this moon-shaped scar on his body before committing suicide?Kanos couldn't imagine how painful it was.I'm afraid it's ten times more painful than the traditional Japanese samurai suicide. Semps, one of his subordinates, ran along the hospital corridor and reported to Kanos: "The woman is missing. I am afraid she escaped before the Toledo police blocked the bridge. We have completed the puzzle according to the descriptions of the hotel owner and guests." .Do you want to send it out?" Kanos shook his head vigorously: "This will scare her away. We need to let her relax. Is there any clue in Kang's briefcase?" Sempers shook his head and said, "All the documents and materials inside were issued by the CIA, and we all know the contents. That palmtop computer has a password lock, and it must be handed over to an expert to crack it. There are no other special objects." "Damn it!" Kanos cursed in a low voice. "One more thing," said Sempers, "the back of Mr. Kang's leather bag has a layer of bullet-proof fabric that can't penetrate a 9mm pistol bullet. The killer's long sword pierced it. There is no such layer." Fiber, Mr. Kang's body may have been pierced." Sweat dripped from Kanos' forehead. "What's so special about that sword?" "Sharper than a razor. And extremely hard. Bonner can see at a glance that the metal of the blade has been folded at least a thousand times." Bonner is the burly subordinate who was in charge of driving the car just now. A very famous knife master. Kanos pinched his eyelids with his fingers.The case appears to have grown more complex. "How about the blood type test?" "It doesn't match. This killer is not the same as the one who assassinated the matador." The Spanish police collected the blood left by the murderer at the scene where Dagui was killed. "The shape of the sword he used is also different from the weapon used to kill the matador and Chen Changde." "That means there is at least another killer?" Kanos' eyes flashed, and he stroked the beard on his chin. "He might come to Kang Zhefu." "Will it still be?" Sempers' eyes were full of doubts. "Kang is already under our protection, this is impossible!" "Maybe." Kanos touched the pistol under his arm. "There's no such thing as 'impossible' for that crazy dog bastard." "Lieutenant Colonel," Sempes still called Kanos by his old rank. "Are we going to use Kang to lure the murderer out as originally planned?" "Don't let your guard down too much. If the bait is too easy to eat, the fish will not catch it." Kanos turned his head to look at the door of the operating room. "The most important thing now is to wait for Kang Zhefu to wake up. He must know a lot of things." An hour before the conversation between Kanos and Sempers, Kang Zhefu began to undergo surgery. After the anesthesiologist administered general anesthesia to Kang Zhefu, the assistant of the surgeon placed the surgical instruments beside Kang Zhefu one by one. The anesthesiologist made a wrong estimate: Kang Zhefu, who had been deeply addicted to drugs, had a different resistance to anesthetics than ordinary people. He fell into a coma a minute later than normal.In this minute, Kang Zhefu's left hand slowly reached out to the plate containing the surgical tools, and took away a sharp scalpel without anyone noticing. His hand retracted under the white quilt, and he hid the scalpel in his sleeve.Before losing consciousness, he commanded his palm to grip the handle of the knife tightly.
"How long will Kang Zhefu be sober?" Kanos asked. "At least three hours later." Sempers sat on a bench in the hospital corridor with a slightly tired face. Kanos looked at his watch.Four twelve in the morning. "Sempers, go take a nap." Kanos took the mobile phone from Sempes.The phone was used both to communicate with the U.S. embassy and the Spanish police.Kanos also has a walkie-talkie on his waist, which is the tool he uses to communicate with his five subordinates. After Sempers walked into the visitor's lounge, Kanos picked up the walkie-talkie: "Bonner is in charge of guarding the ward. The other three rest at ease and are on call at any time. I believe the other party has only now received the news of the failure to assassinate Kang Zhefu. Tonight Won't do it again." Kanos didn't sleep after the call ended.He walked into a borrowed office and unfolded the floor plan of the hospital on his desk. Canos had refused Spanish police assistance more than five hours earlier.He hates unprofessional people getting in the way. Kanos drew lines on the floor plan with a red pen, concentrating on planning how to form a watertight trap centered on Kang Zhefu and his five subordinates. It was not an easy job, but Kanos was determined to complete the plan within these three hours, because after Kang Zhefu woke up, Kanos would be busy with the endless interrogation himself.
Kang Zhefu began to regain consciousness at 6:02 in the morning.His resistance to narcotics miscalculated once again. Kang Zhefu didn't open his eyes so as not to be noticed.He was preoccupied with his physical condition.There was no pain from the wound on the right chest, but there was a strange feeling of swelling.Weakness in limbs.He knew it was a phenomenon caused by massive blood loss. Hearing is more sensitive.From the movement of the air, he was sure he was still indoors.There is no strong disinfectant smell in the operating room.The eyelids did not shine through. He tried to open his eyes for a gleam.There was no light in the room.This allowed him to recover his vision more quickly.Only then did he remember the scalpel—the anesthesia made him think slowly, but he began to recover gradually.He squeezed his left hand and felt the metal handle covered with sticky sweat. He carefully stabbed his left palm lightly with the scalpel, and the pain was clearer than he expected.He was lucky to have at least one left arm that he could use. He moved his head point by point very slowly in centimeters, squinted his eyes to observe the situation in the ward, and discerned a grizzly bear-like figure in the darkness. Bonner Dinu, nicknamed "Dinosaur", sat with his back to Kangzhefu's hospital bed, staring intently at the conditions of the windows and the door.This bearded, menacing, six-foot-six-inch giant juggled a rifle bayonet in his left hand.An MP5K light machine gun lay flat on his knees. Bonner killed at least one hundred and twenty enemies during the four years he fought in the jungles of Vietnam.One hundred and three of them were with knives.The rest is done with bullets, grenades and flamethrowers. Bonner picked up the bayonet and trimmed his mustache.He doesn't need a mirror, it's a skill learned on the battlefield. After Kang Zhefu confirmed that Bonner's back was facing him, he began to move his legs lightly.He flexed his toes.Still not very flexible.But he knew he didn't have much time.This is your best chance to escape. The CIA personnel were totally unaware of him.It did not occur to them that he would escape, or that he could escape.Kang Zhefu carefully pulled out the blood transfusion tube inserted into the crook of his arm.When he moved his right arm, he felt pain for the first time from the right chest wound.He bit his lower lip. Getting out of the hospital bed is the most difficult step.Kangzhefu's only advantage was: Bonner didn't know that Kangzhefu would attack him.And Bonner would never kill Kang Zhefu. But Kang Zhefu couldn't kill Bonner either—he swore he would never kill anyone again. Is there anyone guarding the door?Judging by the direction Bonner was facing, Kang Zhefu didn't think so. Kang Zhefu learned from Orxun that Peter Kanos was coming.He knew that Kanos was a man who believed in the "elite army" and that he would bring no more than ten subordinates, and he would definitely refuse the assistance of the Toledo police. That is to say: as long as Kang Zhefu subdues the giant bear-like Bonner in front of him, he will have a chance to escape successfully. --is it possible? "Tilia," Kang Zhefu thought to himself. "I will come." Kang Zhefu closed his eyes, focused all his attention on the space between his brows, and took a long breath. This is the breathing technique that his mentor Gu Feng bestowed upon him eighteen years ago.He wasn't sure it would be useful at this juncture. With three breathing cycles, the anesthetic in the body faded more quickly, but at the same time, the wound on the right chest became more and more painful.He gritted his teeth and endured it. When Kang Zhefu opened his eyes, Bonner had just finished trimming his beard. After yawning, he inserted the bayonet that had wiped the blade back into the scabbard on his right boot, and covered it with the leg of his trousers. Kang Zhefu smiled.He would rather face a light machine gun than a blade. Kang Zhefu's left foot started to leave the hospital bed and stretched to the floor. There was a sudden knock on the door.Kang Zhefu froze. With unusually sharp movements, Bonner stood up with the submachine gun in his hand and aimed it at the door. "Who is it?" Bonner's voice was frighteningly rough. "It's Doctor Diego," said the man behind the door in perfect Spanish. "I'm here to examine the patient." Just before Bonner relaxed his vigilance and said "Come in", Kang Zhefu jumped up. ——at the moment when Bonner's defenses were weakest. Bonner heard a strange noise from the hospital bed behind him, but he just thought that Kang Zhefu had finally woken up, and never expected to be attacked at this very moment. Kang Zhefu held the scalpel tightly, and struck Bonner's left back shoulder and neck with the end of the handle. ——This is a secret acupoint of the human body that Gu Feng told him. As long as the attack is accurate and powerful enough, no matter how strong a person can't resist it, he will fall into a coma. In severe cases, it can lead to lifelong paralysis of limbs or even death from cerebral hemorrhage. With a heavy sound, Bonner's nearly 300-pound body fell limply. Kang Zhefu was also shocked by the impact, causing severe pain in his right chest, and he couldn't breathe for several seconds. Dr. Diego shouted outside, "What's going on?" "It's nothing." Kang Zhefu replied in very authentic Spanish. "please come in." Dr. Diego pushed open the door and stepped into the ward with a middle-aged female nurse—— Kang Zhefu smiled and pointed his light machine gun at them. The female nurse ran out of the corridor in fright.The tall and thin doctor Di Ge also wanted to run away, but when he turned around, Kang Zhefu nimbly grabbed the collar of his collar. Kang Zhefu pointed the gun at Digo's temple, pressed his mouth tightly with the other hand, gasped and said in a menacing voice: "Doctor, I'm sorry. You only have half the chance of surviving."
After Kanos heard the scream of the female nurse, he rushed out of the office at a speed that even he could not believe.While running, he pulled out his pistol, took out the walkie-talkie on his waist and shouted loudly: "Everyone go to the ward! Quick!" Halfway through the run, Kanos heard a series of light machine guns firing from the direction of the ward. "damn it!" Kanos didn't rush into the ward directly.He waited for the arrival of the other four subordinates, all on guard on both sides of the door. Kanos took out a small mirror from the inner pocket of his suit, used the reflection angle to observe the indoor situation, and then rushed into the room at the first time. The other three also rushed in, only Semps was guarding in the corridor. There were two people lying on the floor of the ward: Bonner was still lying unconscious, and the doctor in a white robe was kneeling on the ground, holding the back of his head with one hand and pressing his belly with the other. There was a small pool of blood under his body. "He shot me..." the doctor moaned in pain in Spanish, his voice trembling and unintelligible. "he……" Kanos yelled, "Where is he going?" "No... know, he has no clothes on... oh..." Kanos led his subordinates to rush out of the ward without looking at Bonner and the doctor again.He memorized the floor plan of the hospital and pulled out his cell phone to call the Toledo police for help. "This way!" Kanos stretched out his automatic pistol and pointed to the left of the corridor, leading four of his subordinates to run. "The other end is a dead end!" After turning a corner, there happened to be a duty counter in the corridor.A female nurse hid behind the counter in a panic. "Did you see a shirtless person running by?" Kanos asked the female nurse anxiously in Spanish. "He..." She pointed to the stairs at the end of the corridor: "Going downstairs...he is..." Kanos didn't listen any more.Sempers and the other three had already rushed to the stairs first. Among them, a CIA officer named Bo Xun was the most agile. He held the railing next to the stairs with one hand and jumped directly to the next floor. After landing on the ground, Pun Xun searched all directions with sharp eyes, and immediately found a shirtless man pushing open a smoke-proof door in the basement of the hospital and running towards the corridor outside. Bun Xun ran like a sprinter, smashing open the smoke-proof door with his shoulder. The naked man in front began to slow down, but was about to flee around the corner.Bo Xun half-kneeled on the ground, holding the gun in both hands and aiming forward. "Stop!" Buffon shrieked. "Cripple him! (Cripple him!)" Kanos called from behind. Kanos' voice pressed a certain button in Bunson's body.The Burson automatic trigger fired. This bullet crippled the running doctor's right leg for life.
When Kangzhefu's car was driving along the loop road along the Tayou River, the east view of Toledo appeared out of the left window, and the sky was getting dark.The sun fell behind the ancient city, making Toledo look gloomy and gloomy. Kang Zhefu stepped on the gas pedal anxiously.He regretted not renting a faster car. ——Tilia... The car drove straight to the north of Toledo.
"why why?" Tilia, who was standing on the winding cobblestone street in the west of Toledo City, was holding the receiver of the public phone excitedly. "It's not my order." An old male voice came from the microphone. "Kalta acted without authorization, and I can't contact him." "No!" Tilia's eyes were red. "This Chinese is very valuable, we can't give up..." "Too late," said the old man. "Kalta has killed his friend. I am afraid he has become our enemy." Tilia shed tears, dripping on the pure white shirt. "Kalta is too reckless, why don't you fight with Chaidelian?" The old man's majestic voice was full of anger. "The Chinese may have noticed it. Tilia, don't see him again." Tilia didn't tell the old man that the bug's message had been suddenly interrupted not long ago. "Tilia, leave Toledo as soon as possible. I can't stop Chaidelian and Kartha. You come back first. Use another passport. Be careful of the CIA." The call was hung up immediately, and the call time did not exceed the source of the call. limit. Tilia hung up the receiver on the phone blankly.She took off the wide-brimmed round hat she used to hide her face. —It was Calta who killed the matador in Madrid, and it must be Chaidelian who came to Toledo. She couldn't help shaking when she thought of this frightening man. —Guess where Dorian will ambush Zeff?Has Zeff gone into hiding? Tilia walked along the maze-like medieval streets and alleys, thinking hard. --No.Even if Zeff knew everything, he would definitely come to me... at the hotel! She ran desperately through the cobbled streets.Mexican-style leather boots rattled, attracting passers-by to look back.
The burly body of Peter Kanos, the Chief of Operations of the CIA's Counterintelligence Division, stepped off his private jet and onto the tarmac of Madrid's Lajas Airport.His blond hair was disheveled by the evening wind. Seven burly men who wore the same black suit as him also stepped off the plane one by one.The seven are capable subordinates that Kanos has carefully cultivated and selected when he was in the Marine Corps. A black Mercedes-Benz six-door sedan with the American Stars and Stripes parked in front of the plane.Several Spanish police cars were also waiting. The driver's door of the Mercedes opened, and a gentle man about 30 years old stepped out. His hair was combed back extremely neatly, and he wore round-rimmed glasses. "I'm Jack McAfee, cultural officer of the embassy." The man introduced himself. "Mr. Kanos, your immigration procedures have been pre-cleared." "Very good. We don't have much time." Kanos looked at the "cultural officer" proudly, and glanced at the twenty or so plainclothes criminal policemen standing behind McAfee. "What are they doing?" A middle-aged senior police officer stood out from the crowd and said in rough English: "Hello. I am Colonel Gonzalez of the Spanish Police Force. We want to make sure that you are not bringing weapons into the country. That is against the laws of our country." "No problem." Kanos' Spanish was exceptionally fluent.He had done quite a few "jobs" in Central America. Kanos and seven of his subordinates were quickly searched by the criminal police, and it was confirmed that they did not bring even a single bullet. "Offended everyone," Colonel Gonzalez apologized. "You can leave now." Kanos ignored him completely. "Anidon and Eddie," he directed two of his men. "The two of you stayed in Madrid and asked these gentlemen of the criminal police to help you gather clues about the killing of the matador. The other five followed me to Toledo." The six people boarded the big car nimbly, and one of them, a burly bearded subordinate, sat in the driver's seat.The cultural officer McAfee, who looked like a child in front of the six giants, sat on the assistant's seat and was responsible for leading the way. The car drove out of the airport along a special channel and entered the expressway under two police cars. Kanos, who was sitting in the last row of seats, waved to the police car that was gradually moving away from behind. "Adios (goodbye)!" McAfee, who was sitting in the front assistant seat, said without looking back, "The things you need are under the seats." The five people behind grabbed the hidden compartment of the seat. McAfee was still looking out the front window. "Austrian-made Glock 17 automatic pistols with eight holsters; fully loaded magazines with fifty rows; two MP5K portable light machine guns with twenty rows of magazines. Is that enough?" "Good job." Kanos said with a smile while checking the gun.
Kang Zhefu didn't park the car well and jumped out of the car door with his briefcase, and rushed into the downstairs lobby of "Josie Gabiel Hotel". "Josie Gabier Hotel" is a small hotel with only three floors and 38 rooms. The history of the whole building has been more than 80 years. The appearance is old and simple, but the inside is very comfortable.All rooms have balconies facing the street, overlooking the towering 90-meter-high cathedral tower to the east. "Is it Mr. Kang?" The fat old owner Gabir brushed his gray hair and looked at the anxious Kangzhefu in surprise from behind the counter.Since Gabir became the third-generation owner of the hotel, he has received no more than twenty Chinese guests, and of course he recognized Kang Zhefu at a glance. "Is my wife back?" Kang Zhefu hastily stretched out his hand to ask for the room key. Old Gabir waved his empty hands. "She's back, up there—" Kang Zhefu has disappeared from the counter.He took vigorous steps, climbing the fifth floor to the third floor in one step. The hallway on the third floor was rather bleak.It was almost completely dark outside, and there was not enough light in the corridor. Kang Zhefu stopped in front of the corridor. ——How should I tell Tilia? "Are men always like this?" He recalled what she had said. "Always let happiness slip away..." Kang Zhefu wanted to move many times.Can't go.There was a feeling of numbness in the arms and legs, and the blood rushed to the head. ——I haven't tasted this feeling for many years... All kinds of images flashed through his mind like the fast mirror of a movie: the dirty and messy Chinatown in New York; the stiff face of his mother lying on the hospital bed; the headless body of Scott Riley; Cherry blossoms on the outskirts of the city; the snow-capped mountains of the Alps... ——Is this my life? "People can't find the meaning of living in the world, but they are walking dead..." The last words of the old monk sounded in his heart. Kang Zhefu took the first step.
"How long until Toledo?" Kanos put his automatic pistol into the holster under his left armpit and asked McAfee who was sitting in front. "About thirty minutes." McAfee said through his round-rimmed glasses, watching the lampposts pass by quickly on both sides of the car.
Tilia was sitting in the dark hotel room. There was a sound of turning the lock on the door of the room. She desperately wanted to shout, but her mouth was sealed tightly with tape, and she could only make a desperate muffled sound from her nose. The door opened, revealing a faint vertical brilliance. she weeps.
The moment he stepped into the dark room, Kang Zhefu instinctively lifted the briefcase to his body. A powerful shock shook his arms. Kang Zhefu thought it was a bullet at first.wrong. The sharp point of the sword pierced through the leather on the front of the briefcase, the thick "Legend of the Shuoyue Kingdom" inside the briefcase, the bulletproof synthetic fiber inside the back of the bag, and the outer leather on the back of the bag, piercing three centimeters into Kang Zhefu's right chest. Kang Zhefu felt that sharp piece of metal was still advancing in his flesh and blood. The tip of the sword pierced another half centimeter—— Kang Zhefu kicked forward. With an extremely heavy sound, the sharp sword left Kang Zhefu's chest muscle and slipped out of the leather bag. Under the reaction force of the kick, Kang Zhefu flew backwards and fell on his back in the corridor.The briefcase fell aside. After only lying on the ground for about two seconds, Kang Zhefu immediately turned over and stood up, facing the door and adopting a posture of fighting against the enemy. The room is not as dark as before.The blinds facing the door were twisted, and there was a faint light from the window.Kang Zhefu saw Tilia's petite body sitting on a chair in the corner of the room, wriggling and struggling, as if being bound by someone. The shirt on Kang Zhefu's chest was already stained with blood.His breathing became cloudy. A figure slowly stood up in front of the crooked blinds.The thin man was wearing a raincoat, struggling to hold a long silver sword, and staggered. The man suddenly fell to his knees on the carpet, convulsed all over his body, and vomited blood from his mouth.The internal organs had obviously been ruptured by Kang Zhefu's kick with astonishing strength in a critical moment. The man held the sword in his right hand, hugged his belly in his left hand, and even laughed.Blood mixed with saliva kept spraying from his mouth. "Chinese..." Kang Zhefu only heard this word from the man's mouth, and he couldn't understand a single word of a series of strange sentences. Kang Zhefu maintained a vigilant posture—although he was almost sure that the enemy could no longer attack. The man suddenly bit the long sword with his mouth, and stretched out his hands to his chest to break it hard. The shirt inside the raincoat was torn from the chest.The man quickly took off his clothes, exposing his toned upper body.There is a mass of dark black ecchymosis on the abdomen. The man held the blood-stained long sword in his hand again.He pointed the tip of the sword upside down to his hairy chest, and his right hand held the rear of the blade where there was no sharp edge. Kang Zhefu suddenly understood what the man wanted to do.He relaxed his posture, took out a handkerchief from his pants pocket, and pressed the wound on his right chest. The man's fierce gaze met Kang Zhefu's. The point of the sword pierced about half a centimeter into the center of the man's chest.The man bit his blood-stained lower lip tightly, pushing the long sword with all his strength with both arms.The tip of the sword moved in an arc to the bottom of the right chest.When passing the right breast, the man spat out a mouthful of thick blood in pain. Kang Zhefu half-kneeled in surprise, watching the man slowly push the blade to his right flank, drawing a quarter circle like a fierce arc-shaped bloodstain. The man clenched his gums, exchanged the positions of his hands, held the hilt with his left hand, and pushed the blade with his right palm. This time, he slashed the edge of the blade from the right flank to his abdomen, continuing the curved trajectory. The sound of the blade cutting through flesh is shocking.The shaking of the man's hands became more and more intense, and the scars were irregular and jagged. The blade passed through the discolored ecchymosis on the man's abdomen, thick blood flowed from the wound, and the tip finally stopped at the navel before the man pulled the long sword away from his body. From the center of the chest to the navel, the man completed a crescent-shaped scar with a gap to the right on his body. The man laughed wildly, looked at Tilia with proud eyes, and then at Kang Zhefu. Kang Zhefu closed his eyes. The man returned the long sword to his right hand, swiping the sharp blade towards his throat. The man fell silently in a pool of blood. Kang Zhefu stood up with difficulty, walked towards the man's body step by step, picked up the long sword left on the ground, and walked towards Tilia. Tilia didn't dare to face Kang Zhefu squarely. Kang Zhefu still pressed the wound on his right chest with his left palm, and swung the sword with his right hand, cutting off the rope that tied Tilia to the chair. Kang Zhefu fell to the ground at the same time. Tilia tore off the tape from her mouth, cried and threw herself at Kang Zhefu's supine body. "I..." Tilia had thousands of words in her mind, but she couldn't utter a single word. Kang Zhefu smiled wryly, and stretched out his right index finger to press her lips.Fingers stained with his blood. "Quick...leave, people from the CIA...will come anytime..." Kang Zhefu frowned in pain. "Take... the book in my... purse..." "Is there any chance for us to meet again?" Tilia caressed Kangzhefu's frozen cheek. "I will...find you..." "Will you still trust me? I lied to you..." Kang Zhefu closed his eyes and smiled. "You told me your real name... I... believe you..." Kang Zhefu coughed for a while. "I won't die... an injury ten times heavier than this one... I'm alive too... let's go... Tilia... what a beautiful name..."
Kanos sighed outside the operating room of the hospital.However, more than 20 minutes late, all the original plans fell through. Kanos originally wanted to use Kang Zhefu as bait to capture the killer alive.Now he can only hope on the corpse with a crescent moon scar on its chest. Kanos had expected that the killer had nothing on him to prove his identity.The subordinates of his operation team quickly sent the killer's appearance, fingerprints, and physical characteristics to the CIA by fax, hoping to find out something. Kanos knows that the hope of this is also very slim.He himself knew no fewer than twenty professional killers who had no identity registration or criminal records.They never paid taxes, never voted, never applied for any social benefits, acted without complicity, and contacted their employers in an extremely safe manner.They are the "invisible people" in society. Kanos had a big question in his mind: why use a sword?Chen Changde, Da Kui, and Holmes (he had learned that Kang Zhefu used the CIA computer database to search for Holmes' information) all died under the sharp knife.Even the attack on Kang Zhefu was no exception.Why not guns, bombs, poison gas, crossbow bolts, or even cars?Even Da Kui, a master swordsman who assassinated him, insisted on using the sword.Why? Why did the killer Toledo cut this moon-shaped scar on his body before committing suicide?Kanos couldn't imagine how painful it was.I'm afraid it's ten times more painful than the traditional Japanese samurai suicide. Semps, one of his subordinates, ran along the hospital corridor and reported to Kanos: "The woman is missing. I am afraid she escaped before the Toledo police blocked the bridge. We have completed the puzzle according to the descriptions of the hotel owner and guests." .Do you want to send it out?" Kanos shook his head vigorously: "This will scare her away. We need to let her relax. Is there any clue in Kang's briefcase?" Sempers shook his head and said, "All the documents and materials inside were issued by the CIA, and we all know the contents. That palmtop computer has a password lock, and it must be handed over to an expert to crack it. There are no other special objects." "Damn it!" Kanos cursed in a low voice. "One more thing," said Sempers, "the back of Mr. Kang's leather bag has a layer of bullet-proof fabric that can't penetrate a 9mm pistol bullet. The killer's long sword pierced it. There is no such layer." Fiber, Mr. Kang's body may have been pierced." Sweat dripped from Kanos' forehead. "What's so special about that sword?" "Sharper than a razor. And extremely hard. Bonner can see at a glance that the metal of the blade has been folded at least a thousand times." Bonner is the burly subordinate who was in charge of driving the car just now. A very famous knife master. Kanos pinched his eyelids with his fingers.The case appears to have grown more complex. "How about the blood type test?" "It doesn't match. This killer is not the same as the one who assassinated the matador." The Spanish police collected the blood left by the murderer at the scene where Dagui was killed. "The shape of the sword he used is also different from the weapon used to kill the matador and Chen Changde." "That means there is at least another killer?" Kanos' eyes flashed, and he stroked the beard on his chin. "He might come to Kang Zhefu." "Will it still be?" Sempers' eyes were full of doubts. "Kang is already under our protection, this is impossible!" "Maybe." Kanos touched the pistol under his arm. "There's no such thing as 'impossible' for that crazy dog bastard." "Lieutenant Colonel," Sempes still called Kanos by his old rank. "Are we going to use Kang to lure the murderer out as originally planned?" "Don't let your guard down too much. If the bait is too easy to eat, the fish will not catch it." Kanos turned his head to look at the door of the operating room. "The most important thing now is to wait for Kang Zhefu to wake up. He must know a lot of things." An hour before the conversation between Kanos and Sempers, Kang Zhefu began to undergo surgery. After the anesthesiologist administered general anesthesia to Kang Zhefu, the assistant of the surgeon placed the surgical instruments beside Kang Zhefu one by one. The anesthesiologist made a wrong estimate: Kang Zhefu, who had been deeply addicted to drugs, had a different resistance to anesthetics than ordinary people. He fell into a coma a minute later than normal.In this minute, Kang Zhefu's left hand slowly reached out to the plate containing the surgical tools, and took away a sharp scalpel without anyone noticing. His hand retracted under the white quilt, and he hid the scalpel in his sleeve.Before losing consciousness, he commanded his palm to grip the handle of the knife tightly.
"How long will Kang Zhefu be sober?" Kanos asked. "At least three hours later." Sempers sat on a bench in the hospital corridor with a slightly tired face. Kanos looked at his watch.Four twelve in the morning. "Sempers, go take a nap." Kanos took the mobile phone from Sempes.The phone was used both to communicate with the U.S. embassy and the Spanish police.Kanos also has a walkie-talkie on his waist, which is the tool he uses to communicate with his five subordinates. After Sempers walked into the visitor's lounge, Kanos picked up the walkie-talkie: "Bonner is in charge of guarding the ward. The other three rest at ease and are on call at any time. I believe the other party has only now received the news of the failure to assassinate Kang Zhefu. Tonight Won't do it again." Kanos didn't sleep after the call ended.He walked into a borrowed office and unfolded the floor plan of the hospital on his desk. Canos had refused Spanish police assistance more than five hours earlier.He hates unprofessional people getting in the way. Kanos drew lines on the floor plan with a red pen, concentrating on planning how to form a watertight trap centered on Kang Zhefu and his five subordinates. It was not an easy job, but Kanos was determined to complete the plan within these three hours, because after Kang Zhefu woke up, Kanos would be busy with the endless interrogation himself.
Kang Zhefu began to regain consciousness at 6:02 in the morning.His resistance to narcotics miscalculated once again. Kang Zhefu didn't open his eyes so as not to be noticed.He was preoccupied with his physical condition.There was no pain from the wound on the right chest, but there was a strange feeling of swelling.Weakness in limbs.He knew it was a phenomenon caused by massive blood loss. Hearing is more sensitive.From the movement of the air, he was sure he was still indoors.There is no strong disinfectant smell in the operating room.The eyelids did not shine through. He tried to open his eyes for a gleam.There was no light in the room.This allowed him to recover his vision more quickly.Only then did he remember the scalpel—the anesthesia made him think slowly, but he began to recover gradually.He squeezed his left hand and felt the metal handle covered with sticky sweat. He carefully stabbed his left palm lightly with the scalpel, and the pain was clearer than he expected.He was lucky to have at least one left arm that he could use. He moved his head point by point very slowly in centimeters, squinted his eyes to observe the situation in the ward, and discerned a grizzly bear-like figure in the darkness. Bonner Dinu, nicknamed "Dinosaur", sat with his back to Kangzhefu's hospital bed, staring intently at the conditions of the windows and the door.This bearded, menacing, six-foot-six-inch giant juggled a rifle bayonet in his left hand.An MP5K light machine gun lay flat on his knees. Bonner killed at least one hundred and twenty enemies during the four years he fought in the jungles of Vietnam.One hundred and three of them were with knives.The rest is done with bullets, grenades and flamethrowers. Bonner picked up the bayonet and trimmed his mustache.He doesn't need a mirror, it's a skill learned on the battlefield. After Kang Zhefu confirmed that Bonner's back was facing him, he began to move his legs lightly.He flexed his toes.Still not very flexible.But he knew he didn't have much time.This is your best chance to escape. The CIA personnel were totally unaware of him.It did not occur to them that he would escape, or that he could escape.Kang Zhefu carefully pulled out the blood transfusion tube inserted into the crook of his arm.When he moved his right arm, he felt pain for the first time from the right chest wound.He bit his lower lip. Getting out of the hospital bed is the most difficult step.Kangzhefu's only advantage was: Bonner didn't know that Kangzhefu would attack him.And Bonner would never kill Kang Zhefu. But Kang Zhefu couldn't kill Bonner either—he swore he would never kill anyone again. Is there anyone guarding the door?Judging by the direction Bonner was facing, Kang Zhefu didn't think so. Kang Zhefu learned from Orxun that Peter Kanos was coming.He knew that Kanos was a man who believed in the "elite army" and that he would bring no more than ten subordinates, and he would definitely refuse the assistance of the Toledo police. That is to say: as long as Kang Zhefu subdues the giant bear-like Bonner in front of him, he will have a chance to escape successfully. --is it possible? "Tilia," Kang Zhefu thought to himself. "I will come." Kang Zhefu closed his eyes, focused all his attention on the space between his brows, and took a long breath. This is the breathing technique that his mentor Gu Feng bestowed upon him eighteen years ago.He wasn't sure it would be useful at this juncture. With three breathing cycles, the anesthetic in the body faded more quickly, but at the same time, the wound on the right chest became more and more painful.He gritted his teeth and endured it. When Kang Zhefu opened his eyes, Bonner had just finished trimming his beard. After yawning, he inserted the bayonet that had wiped the blade back into the scabbard on his right boot, and covered it with the leg of his trousers. Kang Zhefu smiled.He would rather face a light machine gun than a blade. Kang Zhefu's left foot started to leave the hospital bed and stretched to the floor. There was a sudden knock on the door.Kang Zhefu froze. With unusually sharp movements, Bonner stood up with the submachine gun in his hand and aimed it at the door. "Who is it?" Bonner's voice was frighteningly rough. "It's Doctor Diego," said the man behind the door in perfect Spanish. "I'm here to examine the patient." Just before Bonner relaxed his vigilance and said "Come in", Kang Zhefu jumped up. ——at the moment when Bonner's defenses were weakest. Bonner heard a strange noise from the hospital bed behind him, but he just thought that Kang Zhefu had finally woken up, and never expected to be attacked at this very moment. Kang Zhefu held the scalpel tightly, and struck Bonner's left back shoulder and neck with the end of the handle. ——This is a secret acupoint of the human body that Gu Feng told him. As long as the attack is accurate and powerful enough, no matter how strong a person can't resist it, he will fall into a coma. In severe cases, it can lead to lifelong paralysis of limbs or even death from cerebral hemorrhage. With a heavy sound, Bonner's nearly 300-pound body fell limply. Kang Zhefu was also shocked by the impact, causing severe pain in his right chest, and he couldn't breathe for several seconds. Dr. Diego shouted outside, "What's going on?" "It's nothing." Kang Zhefu replied in very authentic Spanish. "please come in." Dr. Diego pushed open the door and stepped into the ward with a middle-aged female nurse—— Kang Zhefu smiled and pointed his light machine gun at them. The female nurse ran out of the corridor in fright.The tall and thin doctor Di Ge also wanted to run away, but when he turned around, Kang Zhefu nimbly grabbed the collar of his collar. Kang Zhefu pointed the gun at Digo's temple, pressed his mouth tightly with the other hand, gasped and said in a menacing voice: "Doctor, I'm sorry. You only have half the chance of surviving."
After Kanos heard the scream of the female nurse, he rushed out of the office at a speed that even he could not believe.While running, he pulled out his pistol, took out the walkie-talkie on his waist and shouted loudly: "Everyone go to the ward! Quick!" Halfway through the run, Kanos heard a series of light machine guns firing from the direction of the ward. "damn it!" Kanos didn't rush into the ward directly.He waited for the arrival of the other four subordinates, all on guard on both sides of the door. Kanos took out a small mirror from the inner pocket of his suit, used the reflection angle to observe the indoor situation, and then rushed into the room at the first time. The other three also rushed in, only Semps was guarding in the corridor. There were two people lying on the floor of the ward: Bonner was still lying unconscious, and the doctor in a white robe was kneeling on the ground, holding the back of his head with one hand and pressing his belly with the other. There was a small pool of blood under his body. "He shot me..." the doctor moaned in pain in Spanish, his voice trembling and unintelligible. "he……" Kanos yelled, "Where is he going?" "No... know, he has no clothes on... oh..." Kanos led his subordinates to rush out of the ward without looking at Bonner and the doctor again.He memorized the floor plan of the hospital and pulled out his cell phone to call the Toledo police for help. "This way!" Kanos stretched out his automatic pistol and pointed to the left of the corridor, leading four of his subordinates to run. "The other end is a dead end!" After turning a corner, there happened to be a duty counter in the corridor.A female nurse hid behind the counter in a panic. "Did you see a shirtless person running by?" Kanos asked the female nurse anxiously in Spanish. "He..." She pointed to the stairs at the end of the corridor: "Going downstairs...he is..." Kanos didn't listen any more.Sempers and the other three had already rushed to the stairs first. Among them, a CIA officer named Bo Xun was the most agile. He held the railing next to the stairs with one hand and jumped directly to the next floor. After landing on the ground, Pun Xun searched all directions with sharp eyes, and immediately found a shirtless man pushing open a smoke-proof door in the basement of the hospital and running towards the corridor outside. Bun Xun ran like a sprinter, smashing open the smoke-proof door with his shoulder. The naked man in front began to slow down, but was about to flee around the corner.Bo Xun half-kneeled on the ground, holding the gun in both hands and aiming forward. "Stop!" Buffon shrieked. "Cripple him! (Cripple him!)" Kanos called from behind. Kanos' voice pressed a certain button in Bunson's body.The Burson automatic trigger fired. This bullet crippled the running doctor's right leg for life.