Chapter 6 Chapter two

Mohamed Ben Isa and Mohamed Khalid came to Tasmania with a tour group.Known as "the end of the world", Bass Strait separates it from the Australian mainland, leaving it alone at the junction of the South Pacific and the South Indian Ocean.The island is full of rolling hills, valleys, plateaus, volcanoes and steep coasts. There are deep green lakes on the central plateau - formed during the ice age.The west of the island is mostly alpine forests, covered with dense clouds and mist, and the canyons are damp and cold, and some places are still virgin land.It's February now, and it's summer. Because of the proximity to the South Pole, the days are very long, and the sun doesn't set until after 9:30 in the evening.The tour group toured the whole island by car, and took a helicopter tour of the difficult-to-access mountainous areas.

Almost all the residents on the island are British immigrants. They live in old-fashioned British villages. Old farmhouses, hawthorn hedges and old windmills can be seen everywhere, making people feel like they are in the Georgian and Victorian times in England. Show Australian characteristics.The beautiful female tour guide said eloquently that the early British immigrants missed their hometown very much, so they tried their best to retain the characteristics of their hometown in architecture to comfort their homesickness. As a result, the scenery here is very British. Ben Issa and Khalid are both Arabs. They have a special mission in Tajima this time, and the tour is just a cover.In order not to attract attention, they did not wear national costumes during the journey, and they spoke very cautiously, but after listening to this explanation, they still couldn't help but speak.

Ben Isa, the taller of the two, asked the tour guide in fluent English: "Why didn't you see an indigenous village? Was there no indigenous people on this island?" The tour guide turned his head and smiled, and said briefly: "Unfortunately, the aborigines on this island have been completely extinct. For details, there are introductions in the guidebook sent to you." Then, she went on to introduce the fascinating scenery of Tower Island.This black-haired, black-eyed female tour guide is a Chinese student studying at the University of Melbourne. She works as a summer tour guide part-time. Because of her status as a foreigner, she is reluctant to discuss this sensitive topic that is unsightly.Ben Issa and Khalid sneered secretly—they already knew the answer.Aboriginal people existed in the past, but they were exterminated by British immigrants more than 150 years ago.Therefore, these beautiful British classical landscapes in front of us, as well as the warm homesickness of the British immigrants it carries, are actually based on pools of blood and bones.These goddamn western pagans have been murderers with blood on their hands since their ancestors.However, this bloody history is indeed clearly introduced in the tourist brochures. At this point, Australians have not concealed it for their ancestors.

Ben Yisa's question was just to express the anger in his chest a little bit, so he stopped at the point and didn't say more.They came to Tower Island this time at the invitation of a stranger.The invitation was very abrupt and suspicious.Khalid felt that this was probably a trap set by Western intelligence agencies.Although Ben Issa also had doubts, he intuitively believed that it was not a trap but more like an opportunity, a rare opportunity, maybe that scientific genius who behaved weirdly would become the savior of their declining organization. Tasmania is very small and can be visited in one day.The tour group went to Hobart Airport at the southern tip of the island to take a flight and returned to Melbourne on the same day.The two Arabs left the group early and came to the Hobart Zoo.This is the only zoo on the island.Today is Sunday, no one is at work in the administrative department of the zoo, and the office building is very quiet.The guy named William Budris was waiting for them at the office door as agreed.

Budris has an indifferent expression, is not tall, has dark skin, curly black hair, thick eyebrows, and a bulbous nose. Although he is very young, he has a lush black beard.He was wearing the light-colored shorts favored by Australians and a brightly floral shirt with the collar open to reveal dark chest hair.He belongs to the Alamana tribe of Aboriginal Australians, but his curly hair and dark complexion are special, because Australian Aboriginals generally have straight hair and lighter brown skin.The two guests were a little disappointed when they first saw his face—this guy turned out to be a super genius?But people should not be judged by appearances, at least this guy's gold medal in the International Physical Engineering Competition is not fake.

Budris ushered the guests into the office.In the center of the office is a stuffed thylacine pup, which is exquisite in workmanship and bright in color, with a pair of eyes staring blankly into the distance, with a blank expression that suits its owner quite well. The eyes of the two guests were attracted by the specimens. Ben Issa patted the thylacine on the back and said, "Mr. Budliss, we just visited the thylacine sanctuary on this island. But although it is a sanctuary, the inside is a sanctuary." There are only specimens but not a living thylacine. It is so strange that there is such a reserve with no name, and I am afraid it is the only one in the world."

"Yes, the Australian thylacine has long been extinct." "Is this specimen made from your resurrected thylacine? We know that you are in charge of this research, and I heard that it has been successful, but it has not been made public yet." "Yes, I have resurrected the thylacine. There are more than 20 living thylacines. The one that died prematurely was made into this specimen. This project is funded by the Australian Foundation for Nature Conservation. Many large domestic companies, such as BHP Billiton, Rio Tinto and the Murdoch Group are both major financial backers of the foundation." Budris touched the thylacine's head and asked the guest directly, "What else do you know about me? You can share it all. For cooperation Success, I welcome you to learn more about me, and I will add what you don’t know. As for the resumes of the two of you, although your organization is strictly confidential, I also have some information about it, which was obtained through hacking. I need to tell you speak?"

Khalid glared at his master viciously, and he felt that this was the master's slap in the face.Ben Issa winked at him and said calmly, "That's great. Frankly speaking, we have forgotten our resumes. Now that you know, please tell me." "Okay. I won't say your real nationality and real name, just say something unimportant. You, Mohammad Ben Isa, are thirty-seven years old this year. You once studied chemistry at the University of California in the United States. Terrorist organization. You are good at planning bombings. There are at least five bombings and 67 lives in various countries in the Middle East related to you. By the way, I have a little question about your bombing career. I take this opportunity to ask today. Your organization is not Do you advocate suicide bombing the most? But you are an exception. You have never used human bombs, but are used to remote detonation, and you are especially good at using multiple detonations at the same location in order to kill as much as possible the police and soldiers who came to the scene.”

Ben Issa's eyes turned cold - he felt that the other party's words might be a harsh sarcasm, but the questioner's expression was very flat.Ben Issa thought for a while, decided to treat this sentence as an ordinary question, and answered frankly: "That kind of consumption is too expensive, and the jihadists can no longer afford it." "Especially an industry expert like you?" "Yes, my life is very precious." The interrogator said flatly: "You are right. There is no need to show courage needlessly, and I appreciate your sobriety. As for you, Muhammad Khalid, you are twenty-eight years old and have no schooling. You are a first-class killer, good at using light weapons, cold weapons, and even breaking people's necks with your hands." A faint smile appeared on his lips, "I know a little thing about you: Although you Hate the Jews so much, but love the Israeli Uzi, don't you?"

Khalid said simply: "That's right. This kind of gun is light, powerful, and can be switched with one hand. I'm used to it." "Let's stop with your situation and tell me what you know about me." The two guests exchanged glances, and Ben Issa said, "We know that you are 27 years old this year, and you are the first international physical engineering competition." Gold medal winner, associate professor at the University of Melbourne. You were originally a physicist, focusing on nuclear physics. But five years ago, you suddenly changed your professional direction by 180 degrees, and turned to genetic engineering, specifically using cloning A way to revive the thylacine. It took you only five years to make a breakthrough in a new field, which is indeed a rare genius."

"These things are true. What else?" Ben Issa added: "You are an Australian aborigine and belong to the Alamana tribe near Lake Eyre. You are not married and have a lover, but they broke up two years ago. Your parents are alive and live in In the Aboriginal reservation area, neither the couple has a degree nor a proper job, and they live on the government grants to the Aboriginal people. You don’t have a close relationship with them, and you rarely go back to your parents, and sometimes send some money back. You are not old Sociable, doesn't have many friends, spends most of his spare time on the computer." "Well, good. Any more?" "You are proficient in computers and are a well-known hacker in private. You have hacked our website four times, and the most recent time you publicly left William Lanner's name and invited us to meet with you." "So, what do you know about the name William Lanner?" The two guests shook their heads, and Halliday said frankly: "We tried our best to check, but there was no result. There are three people named William Lanner in the whole of Australia, and none of them have anything to do with you." For the first time, lines of laughter appeared on Budris' indifferent face, "It seems that your intelligence work has not yet been completed, and the most important part has not yet been understood. It doesn't matter, I will fill in these contents for you later. But we don't have to worry, Now that you have come to the zoo, follow me to visit first, there are many strange Australian animals here." Khalid was a little impatient. Since he came to the western world, his nerves had been tense, but he didn't have the time to visit any Australian animals.Ben Issa winked at him and said, "Okay, please lead the way." Budris showed the two guests around the animal area.The animals unique to the island and Australia are mainly exhibited here. Birds include honeysuckle, jasmine, black magpie, lyrebird, bird of paradise, black cockatoo, etc.; mammals include wallaby, brushtail possum, and ringtail bag Mink, quoll, spotted quoll, Tasmanian devil and hairy-nosed wombat, and of course the most typical Australian animals, the platypus and echidna.As he walked, he said that Australia was isolated from other continents 100 million years ago, so most of the native species are relatively primitive, and the evolutionary clock has obviously slowed down here.For example, Australia has never evolved placental mammals, and echidnas and platypus are even egg-laying.Back then, when Mr. Engels read the report on oviparous mammals, he thought that the reporter had made a mistake, so he ridiculed it, and later apologized publicly.The unique echidna in Australia is also worth mentioning. Its breastfeeding method is very special. The female echidna does not have a full-time breast, but oozes milk from the skin somewhere for the young echidna to lick.Therefore, the evolution of mammalian breasts can be traced back from echidnas. After the tour, Budris said: "Now I will show you the thylacine that I have successfully resurrected. No one has ever been allowed to visit before. My sponsors do not allow me to disclose them in advance. Their plan is: when there are sufficient numbers, First appeared in the Thylacine Reserve, built the reserve into a real Jurassic Park, and made the name of the reserve worthy of its name." He added flatly, "The movie "Jurassic Park" resurrected The technology of extinct animals is known to everyone, but in fact, I am the first person to resurrect extinct ancient animals.” He led the two to a closed compound and opened the gate with a remote control.There is a circular iron fence in the courtyard, surrounded by a large area of ​​stone mountains and streams.Looking closer, there are several thylacines among the rocks and trees—not specimens but living thylacines!This strange animal has returned to the real world from a lost history.They are shaped like dogs, with heads like wolves. They are more than one meter long and have thin and long tails.The body hair is short and dense, dusty gray or yellow-brown in color, and there are more than a dozen distinct black band-like spots on the back, a bit like tiger stripes; the female beast has a brood pouch on the belly, but the pouch is empty under the eyes. A worker inside the fence was throwing food, which was half-sized live chickens.The live chickens had their wings clipped, clucked and screamed and fled in all directions, and the thylacines chased them in packs.Thylacines run in strange ways, some running on four legs like a hyena, others hopping on their hind legs like a wallaby - even more strangely, the two ways are interchangeable for the same individual !Budris is right when he says that "native species are more primitive."Compared with African cheetahs, lions or Asian tigers, the thylacine is obviously clumsy, a bit like a clumsy panda.Of course, despite their clumsiness, it is easy to catch these clipped chickens. They have already caught chickens and are greedily tearing and eating them.The three people leaned over the fence to watch. The employee named Harris saw the guests, came over and greeted them with a smile, and then went back to continue feeding.When the thylacines had finished their supper, Budris put his right index finger in his mouth and blew a loud whistle.The thylacines scattered in the circle heard it and immediately ran towards this side. They obviously knew Budris very well, and they scrambled to stick their heads out from the railing to be stroked by their master, making affectionate moans from their throats. Budris said: "This is the thylacine. Because it has tiger-like stripes on its back, it is also called the Tasmanian tiger. It is a large carnivore native to Australia and has long been extinct. I have revived them using gene cloning methods. , the specific method is more professional, would you like to listen to me explain it in detail?" Ben Issa smiled and shook his head, "I'm afraid the two of us won't understand, and we're not interested, so there's no need to talk about it. I just want to ask, are they really real thylacines?" "It's too early to say in a strict scientific sense. But I have strictly compared them with the specimens of the true thylacine, and the appearance of the two is exactly the same. As for the living habits of the two, referring to the information left by the early immigrants No big difference was found. One of the most powerful evidences is: According to the data, the thylacine has a very special way of walking, and can run on all fours or jump on its rear feet proficiently. My thylacines are exactly that! You all just saw them with your own eyes. So, at least by public standards, they are real thylacines." Budris asked again, "Do you know why the thylacine became extinct?" "Speaking." "As I said just now, the native animals in Australia are relatively primitive and their competitiveness is too weak. Five thousand years ago, a certain ethnic group from Southeast Asia came to Australia, and later evolved into a branch of Australian aborigines. Some of the domestic dogs they brought became Thylacines in the primitive stage could not compete with highly evolved wild dogs, and soon became extinct. Only Tasmania was isolated from the mainland and had no wild dogs, so the thylacine remained unaffected and has always been Survived until the arrival of European immigrants. It can be said that the extinction of the thylacine on the island was entirely the fault of the European immigrants—then in order to protect livestock, the government paid a large amount of bounty to kill thylacine. According to records, a total of 2,200 thylacines were killed at that time. Sixty-eight. There are probably only so many thylacines in total on this small island of Tasmania. The last thylacine died in 1936, and the body was preserved. Thanks to this, I can get a thylacine The complete gene of a wolf." He turned his head, looked into the eyes of the two guests, and said emphatically, "Did you know that while European immigrants exterminated 2,268 thylacines, they also exterminated another kind of 'beast' in their minds?" '——5,000 natives of the island. The natives of the island and the Australian aborigines were originally one, but since the Bass Strait appeared and cut off the land bridge between the island and the Australian mainland, the aboriginals of Tower Island have been completely isolated from the world, and finally formed a unique tower The Smanian ethnic group is classified as 'black-like' in terms of race. One hundred and fifty years ago, the Australian government offered a bounty to kill the aboriginal islanders like a thylacine. The price was very low: kill an adult for five pounds, kill a Two pounds for the child! The government came forward to organize the village clearing team. The members were all criminals, but led by the police. These village clearing teams are very 'dedicated', organizing night raids, laying ambushes, poisoning, and doing everything. There were four The 'heroic' white men ambushed a group of natives and killed a full thirty with only four! The victors threw their bodies off the cliff and proudly named the mountain Victory Mountain, a name that has been in use ever since. The result of the policy is: the aboriginals of this island were completely exterminated in a very short period of time, and there was no one left." He sneered, "As we all know, in that era, the genocide of European immigrants in the New World was very common, including in North and South America , Africa and the Australian continent. However, the island has done the most thorough work, and it can be used as a textbook 'model'. According to records, the last woman among the indigenous people of the island was Chuganini, who died in 1876 ; the last man was named William Lanner, who died in 1869 - the latter apparently a Europeanized name, not his real name." The two guests looked at each other without speaking.Now that they finally knew the origin of the name that this person left on the base website, their doubts began to dissipate.Budris was silent for a while, and the three were relatively silent.It was still early, but it was near the poles, and the sun was low on the horizon, like a mid-latitude sunset.The setting sun cast a long shadow behind the thylacine.A thylacine in the pen suddenly howled, causing the other thylacines to join in.Their voices are similar to howling wolves, long and desolate, like mourning for the extermination of their own race. Budris continued to calmly narrate: "The last few local natives who died aroused the interest of some doctors. These amateur ethnologists believed that the local natives were half-orcs, a transitional species from apes to humans, and they were worth preserving for future use. It is also very precious for scientific research—or as a human leather tobacco pouch. So they acted quickly, dug up the grave and stole the corpse, and there was a mess. Before Chuganini died, she was very afraid of this fate and begged her to be taken away. Her body was buried at sea, but her poor request was ignored. After her death, she was not skinned, but dissected and publicly exhibited. It was not until 1945 that the exhibition was withdrawn under pressure from the outside world. Fortunately, it was precisely because of those The morbid zeal of an amateur ethnographer, William Lanner's body was preserved so well that I was able to study his genes." Khalid asked curiously, "Do you want to resurrect him too, like you resurrected thylacine?" Ben Issa frowned and shook his finger quietly.Budris ignored Halliday and continued with his own words: "There is a link in the middle that I haven't figured out yet—I just said that all Tasmanian aborigines were wiped out in that massacre, and none No. Only a few mixed-race children, that is, offspring of white seal catchers and women on the island, were taken out of the island by white fathers and escaped the massacre by luck. But various historical materials clearly show that there will never be any natives of the island The purebred descendants, especially the male descendants, can continue to this day. However, when I compared the gene sequence of William Lanner, I found that this person has direct descendants among the mainland aborigines, and they are descended from the male line! His How did the descendants escape from the island, and it lasted for 150 years until today? Perhaps before the aborigines of the island became extinct, a son or brother of William Lanner was taken away by a kind white man and fostered in the Aramana tribe in Australia Growing up? But I couldn't find any relevant records in the historical records, and it is still a mystery to this day. But judging by the genetic similarity, he is definitely the male descendant of William Lanner. There is no doubt about it. Even Even the appearance is quite similar-curly hair, black skin, bulbous nose, which is completely characteristic of the Tasmanian black race, which is obviously different from the aborigines of the Australian mainland; the latter generally have straight hair and brown complexion. " Of the two guests, Ben Issa had the sharpest mind and had guessed what he hadn't said.He exchanged glances with his companion, and asked cautiously, "So, where is that offspring?" "I think you have already guessed it, he is standing in front of you." Budris took out a photo, "Here, this is the photo of William Lanner, an amateur who was a hundred and fifty years ago. Taken by an ethnologist. You can compare it to my face." The two looked at the photos carefully, and then looked at Budris, the two were indeed very similar. "I discovered this resemblance by accident, and since then I have made up my mind to change my major and conduct genetic research. In fact, I didn't believe in my guess at the time——William Lanner and I were genetically different. Direct inheritance—but I didn’t expect it to be my misfortune.” He said indifferently, “You see, things get interesting here—it turns out that I am the only remnant of a miserable nation, and my mother’s family died at the age of 150. I was completely exterminated by the white people ten years ago. I don’t have any compatriots, and the aborigines in mainland Australia can only be regarded as my distant relatives. I don’t know the culture, language and customs of my family, I don’t know the gods I believe in, and I even lost my surname Yes. The only thing left is some kind of special atomic association in DNA, which secretly confirms my true origin, which can be said to be the debt left by God for that blood debt. You see, Tasmania The sub-indigenous people and the thylacine have the same fate—they are all outcasts thrown by God in the corner of the earth, and they are the laggards on the evolutionary tree; they were all completely exterminated by European white immigrants, but because of special opportunities, they left a trace of pity relics." He stroked the head of the thylacine in the pen and said nothing for a long time.The two guests followed him in silence, but excitement had already begun to beat in their hearts.It seems that they came to the right place this time, and this nigga genius will definitely give them a super gift package—since both sides have the same object of hatred!The two waited happily. What Budris told the guests was the truth, but not all the truth. In fact, the opportunity that made him finally decide to change his major was a dream.Just after he discovered William Lanner's resemblance to his own, he had a dream.The dream is rather weird, but the context is surprisingly clear.In the dream, he was a member of the natives of Tower Island, desperately fleeing for their lives under the muskets of white demons.Tower Island is too small, isolated from the world, with flaming muzzles everywhere, and there is nowhere to escape.Families and clansmen struggled to survive in fear.At that time, he was different from everyone else. He had already seen the fate that lay ahead - not only him, but his family, and even the entire nation were doomed to extinction, and the blood left by their ancestors would be cut off in this generation. broken.This made his anger and fear mixed with fatal pathos.Later, at the foot of the mountain that was later named "Victory Mountain", he and his tribe were ambushed.When the buckshot shot into the head, his soul fluttered up to the sky, stopped on the clouds and had a bird's-eye view of the isolated island.There was a sudden change in his gaze, which was originally "me" gaze, and suddenly became "his" gaze; the gaze used to be despair, fear and hatred, but now it is more pity and helplessness.There is also a strange feeling that he actually has the power to change all this, but he can't change it, and it won't help if he changes it. This dream, especially the emotional experience in the dream, is too strong and too realistic.After waking up from the dream, he made up his mind to change his major so that he could restore the truth of history from the perspective of genes... Shaking his head to get rid of these thoughts, he said to the two guests, "That's why I invited you here. Come on, go back to my office and talk about it." In the office, the stuffed thylacine was still looking sadly into the distance, as if lamenting the fate of its mother clan.But this grief has frozen, a useless thing thrown ashore by the river of time. Budris sat the two of them down, "What would you like to drink? I know there are taboos in your canon, no drunk drinks, etc. How about coffee?" "Have two glasses of water." Budris poured two glasses of water for the guests, while he held a cup of coffee and sat in the swivel chair next to the stuffed thylacine.He was about to speak when the phone rang, and he went to his desk and picked up the receiver, "Robert? Well, no problem. The first batch of twenty-three, including thirteen females, will definitely be delivered to you within ten days." Go. Yes, I will keep it under wraps and the paparazzi will not take pictures. Ribbon cutting in two weeks? Sure, I have no problem." After putting down the phone, he said to the guests: "It's Robert Barack, the director of the Thylacine Reserve Management Department. He can't wait for these live babies. Two weeks later, the Thylacine Park will be officially opened to the public. Everyone has to come to cut the ribbon—oh, by the way, do you know the surname Barack?" The two guests shook their heads blankly. "I just talked about the origin of the name of Victory Mountain. I talked about the white hero who killed 30 aborigines with the force of four people. One of the four people was surnamed Barak, and he was the great ancestor of Robert." He added Said, "However, today this Barack is quite open-minded and never denies the sins of his ancestors. He is one of my few friends." "Oh, so there is such a historical karma." "Not surprising. The island is too small, and the river of history will cross many times. Now let's get back to the topic. You already know my background. Although I am an aboriginal, I was actually educated in a white society. Psychologically, I have always considered myself a member of the white society. The god I believe in is not some great god with dark skin, but the white-skinned Jehovah. But suddenly, everything in my mind collapsed! As you can imagine my state of mind at the time." The two guests nodded, "We understand." "Before that, as an elite class in society—I have always positioned myself like this—I believed in the same principle as everyone else: God rewards good, and good and evil are rewarded." Khalid graciously responded: "Sir, you are right. The scriptures say that those who do good will benefit themselves, and those who do evil will suffer themselves. It is also said that every evildoer will receive the same evil reward for every evil deed." .” Unexpectedly, his catering was wrong, and Budris said unceremoniously: "No, these are all nonsense! Now that my mother clan has been completely wiped out, the descendants of the slaughterer have continued to prosper and become the world today. Then the villain has won a complete and final victory. You must know that in the evolution of creatures, the only criterion for judging victory or defeat is survival! Since history can never be reversed, where is the way of heaven? Punish evil in the universe Where is the good good judge?" The two guests were speechless.Ben Isa wanted to say that "the final judgment is in the kingdom of heaven", but even he himself felt that this was not convincing, so he kept silent. "Let's not talk about that. According to the cold logic of nature, both my mother clan and the thylacine are evolutionary failures, and they should be eliminated. I should accept my fate. But since fate let me know my origin, I just gave it to me. I have a super brain, I think I should do something. Of course, I don't plan to use genetic cloning to resurrect the mother clan, just like resurrecting the thylacine, it doesn't make sense. But with my IQ, I want to give those slaughtered It should be easy to cause a little trouble to the descendants of the former. Now I only have one belief, and that is hatred. Why did I find you? Because this is the belief you and I share." The two guests nodded happily, "Yes, this is our common belief." "Although racially speaking, you are also white." Ben Isa said bluntly: "You don't have to worry about this. We have never treated pagans with the same skin color as compatriots. Tell me what you want to do." "Then forgive me for being frank. For half a century, you jihadists have fought one after another without fear of sacrifice. This kind of courage is admirable. But your methods are too inefficient and stupid. Even if you fly a Boeing plane into the World Trade Center But killing thousands of heretics, how much damage can it cause? It can’t shake the foundation of this world. You have struggled for half a century, but not only have you failed to achieve a decisive victory, but you have gradually declined. In my opinion, you must change your course.” The two mujahideen looked at each other and fell silent.As unpleasant as this conclusion was, the guy was absolutely right.The career of the jihadists is far from what it was a few decades ago.Now only a few jihadists are still persisting, but in fact they are already desperate for the future.Perhaps, like the thylacine and the Tasmanian aborigines, the Mujahideen species will soon be completely extinct.So, maybe this nigger with strong vitality in front of him (since he is the only survivor of an extinct nation) really has the ability to survive the Jedi? Ben Issa said urgently: "Please advise." "The most labor-saving way is to make full use of the evil in human nature! Although it is called a civilized age, the law of the jungle is still followed. On the surface, countries are friendly neighbors, but in their hearts they are suspicious, hate, and wary of each other, always wanting to strike first especially between the United States and Russia, Iran, North Korea, Venezuela, between India and Pakistan, between Israel and its Arab neighbors, between Sunnis and Shiites, between Russia and Georgia, the three Baltic countries, and the European Union. Wait, there are too many, too many to list. Human beings still use the highest racial wisdom to manufacture weapons for killing people. There are tens of thousands of nuclear weapons and other weapons in the world, which are enough to destroy human beings several times—such a good thing Wouldn’t it be a pity to leave it unused? As long as you find a way to provoke one or two nuclear powers to fire first, you can drag the whole world into it.” Ben Issa said: "You are quite right. According to our information, the suspicion among countries is even worse now. Several big countries are carrying out a top-secret weapons project, investing a lot of financial and material resources and energy. Even They don’t even care about dealing with us.” "Well, I know about it. It is said that a certain country has developed an all-round stealth aircraft, which can be completely invisible to all kinds of radars and naked eyes. Other countries are very afraid and are trying to catch up. Therefore, in this atmosphere of suspicion, we must It would be easier to provoke a certain country to fire first. At that time,” Budris said flatly, “I would be happy to have hundreds of millions of people follow my mother clan to heaven.” Ben Issa asked abruptly: "Including civilians? Including women and children?" Budris looked at him, without changing his tone, "The five thousand Tasmanian aborigines who were exterminated were all civilians, most of them were women and children." Ben Issa smiled, "Forgive me, I didn't mean to offend you. I don't mean anything else, I just want to confirm your determination." He thought about his words, "You said it yourself, you used to belong to the elite class of society, I used to believe in such nonsense as God rewards good and benevolence and humanity. I am afraid that you are not completely immune to these things. Well, now that you have such determination, I am relieved. Those of us who are soaked in hatred and have already stained our hands A person full of blood will not hesitate. Please advise, what should I do?" "Leave it to me. The nuclear firewalls of those first-tier nuclear powers may not be easy to penetrate, but I believe that we can always find a way to deal with second-tier and third-tier nuclear powers like Pakistan, Iran, and North Korea. You don't need to care about their ranks." , anyway, as long as a nuclear bomb explodes on the earth, the gates of hell will clang open and cannot be closed again." "You're right. So, what do you want us to do?" "First, lower your profile and let the threat of terrorism disappear from the public view. As long as the external pressure is reduced, those gentlemen who temporarily cooperate will turn against each other more quickly." Budris smiled slightly, "About these honest gentlemen Virtue, I think you all know it." Ben Issa nodded in agreement, "Of course. We already knew what they were." "Second, give me enough financial support." Budris said a large amount, "It is said that your organization's funding sources have shrunk greatly? It doesn't matter, there are so many jewelry stores, banks, billionaires, For museums with famous paintings, etc., it is enough to rob a few hundred. Besides, it is easier to paralyze those pagan countries by turning jihadist organizations into ordinary criminal organizations." "Okay, that's fine." "Thirdly, of course it is manpower support. You allocate some of the elite to my command. It doesn't need to be many, a hundred or ten people are enough, but they must be warriors who are willing to enter the kingdom of heaven at any time." Budris stood up and said, "I'm done talking. , please inform your leaders of my suggestion. Of course, you will definitely investigate carefully to see if I am an agent of the United States or Australia, or a liar who just wants to scam money." "No one dares to cheat money from our organization, and the money obtained like that must not be easy to spend." Khalid said harshly. Ben Issa signaled Khalid to shut up.Budris didn't pay attention to this sentence, "When will you give me an answer?" The two guests looked at each other, and Ben Issa asked, "Can we discuss it privately?" Budris didn't answer, he walked out of the office, closed the door, and walked outside for a while.He was sure that the two people in the room would take his advice, and the river of his life would soon take a sharp turn.He would destroy the research that had poured his heart and soul into it for five years, and let "Budlis" evaporate and be reincarnated as an avenging angel.此时此刻，他不由得想起他的朋友巴拉克，那是个性格开朗、待人亲切的白人，从不讳言祖先的罪恶；也想起慷慨资助此项研究的公司，像必和必拓及力拓等。这些资助都是公益性的，是“罪犯的后代”对历史的补偿。就连他自己的知识也来自政府的免费教育，那是白人政府对土著民的照顾。客观地说，澳洲白人在这一百五十年间确实变开明了，变得人性化了。但小善难抵大恶，个体的善难抵种族的恶，暂时的善难抵永久的恶。不管他们今天行多少小善，已经灭绝的塔岛土著都再也不能复活了！所以，尽管从个人角度来说，他对巴拉克这样的人小有歉疚，但小歉疚影响不了他的大计。 那两位客人没有耽误多长时间，一会儿工夫就打开门，请布德里斯进去。两人的表情有明显变化，尤其是哈利德，早先那种潜意识中的戒备猜疑已经完全消失，代之以殷情热切，甚至有点儿谄媚。 本伊萨微笑道：“布德里斯先生，你也清楚，这样重大的问题是无法立即拍板的。我们立即赶回去向组织汇报，会尽早给你答复，最长不超过一个月。我和哈利德向你保证，我俩会尽一切力量说服组织，接受你的建议。” 布德里斯平静地点点头。 “另外还想说一件我俩的私事。”本伊萨扭头看看同伴，不知为什么有点难为情，“我俩已经商定，不管组织能否接受你的建议，我俩都要跟着你干，我们把后半生交给你了。先生能否接受我俩的效忠？” 布德里斯看着他俩，没有立即回答。那两人讪讪地笑着，殷切地看着他。两人都是被仇恨浸透的圣战者，但这些年来，他们对圣战的前途已经绝望了。现在，这位从天而降的黑皮肤复仇天使为他们描绘出一片光明的前景，两人当然要紧紧抓住它。 布德里斯最终点了点头，“好的，你们两个星期后在利雅得的香格里拉饭店等我，我们一块儿到伊朗去。这个目的地要对所有人保密，包括你们的组织。” 他提前透露了自己的秘密行程计划，实际是以这种方式接受了两人的效忠。哈利德领悟到这一点，喜上眉梢，忙不迭地点头答应。本伊萨则在喜悦中夹杂着疑虑：在圣战者心目中，那些波斯拜火教徒的后代从来不是真正的穆斯林；而且伊朗对外国人控制很严，在那儿没有多少自由活动的空间。根据地的选择是件大事，不容草率，他想斗胆建议布德里斯慎重考虑。 布德里斯猜到了他的心思，微笑着说：“当然，伊朗那个国家作为根据地有诸多不便之处，但你们知道我为什么选中它？” 哈利德茫然地摇头，本伊萨也摇摇头。 “不必急着回答，回去好好想想。” 本伊萨突然想到了。“霍尔木兹海峡？”他迟疑地问。 布德里斯赞赏地看看他，没有再说话，起身送客。本伊萨还算聪明，能这么快就猜到个中原因。这道海峡窄且浅，既是全世界最重要的石油大动脉，又是美国第五舰队的必经之路。地球上再没有比这儿更好的针对航母的设伏地了。布德里斯已经在心中勾勒出一个清晰的场景：核火焰在霍尔木兹海峡升起，全世界为之颤抖，而他将尽情品尝这道复仇大餐。这件事的完成绝非一蹴而就，也许需要十年、二十年。但不要紧，既然他是在清算一笔一百五十年前的宿债，不会在乎多等几年的。 两个星期后。 今天是塔斯马尼亚袋狼保护区的盛大节日，甚至可以说是它真正诞生的日子。保护区管理部主任罗伯特·巴拉克忙昏了头，忙碌中也非常兴奋。从今天起，保护区将正式接收复活的袋狼并对外开放。这个空壳子的保护区即将名至实归，成为真正的袋狼保护区了。他们把“侏罗纪公园”从银幕搬到了现实世界。全世界的游客会慕名而来，这将给塔岛旅游业带来极大的振兴。 两天前，二十三只袋狼已经从霍巴特动物园秘密运到这儿，关在一个封闭的小院子内，这是为了对记者封锁消息，免得他们提前把照片捅出来。复活袋狼的功臣布德里斯和喂养袋狼的园工哈里斯也来了，他俩一直躲在那个小院子里，照料还不习惯新居的袋狼，也为了躲避无孔不入的记者。今天上午九点，澳大利亚总理一行贵宾将到达保护区，亲自为保护区的“重生”剪彩，而二十三只珍贵的袋狼也将在那个时刻，通过各家全球性媒体的镜头展现在世界面前。 因人类的罪恶之手而灭绝的上帝造物，又借科学之手回到它的祖庭。自从袋狼复活工程开始实施，巴拉克同布德里斯打了五年交道，两人成了不拘行迹的密友。后者黑鬈发，黑皮肤，蒜头鼻子，模样酷似本岛土著中最后一个男人威廉·兰纳（巴拉克在档案中见过那人的照片），所以巴拉克有时戏称密友是“还魂的塔斯马尼亚佬”。其实布德里斯是澳洲大陆土著，与本岛土著只有很远的血缘关系，倒是巴拉克才是土生的本地人——所谓土生，是指他的祖先从1802年就乘一艘囚犯船移居此地了。坦率地说，本岛上发生的所有罪恶，无论是针对袋狼的还是针对土著民的，都与巴拉克这个姓氏密不可分。记得在2016年，即袋狼保护区成立五十周年时，罗伯特·巴拉克以笔名在《堪培拉日报》上发表了一篇文章。他说，历史上有些错误和罪恶是无法弥补的，就像对袋狼的屠杀，即使能以基因克隆手段来复活它们，也毕竟不是历史上曾经存在的真正的袋狼。今天，澳大利亚政府为已经灭绝的袋狼建立了一个空壳子保护区以表达忏悔，但对同样命运的塔斯马尼亚土著呢，有谁想到为他们也建立一个“空壳子保留区”呢？ 澳洲社会确实相当开明了，文章发表后，报纸续发了很多读者来信，绝大部分支持巴拉克的观点，并表达了对祖先罪恶的忏悔。但也有不少狂怒的反驳者，其中一位是巴拉克非常熟悉的——老巴拉克，他九十四岁的祖父。祖父不知道那篇文章是孙子写的，在信中大骂这个“享受着祖先的恩惠又诋毁祖先”的作者，说他不配当澳大利亚人的子孙。老巴拉克说，当年那些土著黑鬼天生是卑鄙的家伙，是偷羊贼，是妄图强奸白人女子的色狼，是长满寄生虫的肮脏半兽人，是不信上帝的异教徒。那时白人不得不对他们开枪只是正义的自卫。还说他虽然没赶上那个时代，但他会勇敢捍卫祖先的声誉。etc. 看着祖父的文字，巴拉克只能摇头。那天布德里斯正好也在，闲谈中巴拉克说，知识界常有人谈到白人在“道德上的傲慢与无知”，老巴拉克便是一个典型，而且，你根本无法说服这些老顽固，他们的观念已经成了大脑中的固化程序，终其一生无法删改了。记得那天布德里斯的表情有点反常，他沉默了很久，最后平淡地说：“你不妨告诉你祖父，非常遗憾啊，他祖先的功业尚未圆满，那些长满寄生虫的、卑鄙肮脏的半兽人还没杀绝哩，这儿就有一个还魂的威廉·兰纳。” 巴拉克吃惊地看看他。布德里斯当然是在开玩笑，不过，他的玩笑里包着一根尖锐的硬刺，它既深深刺伤了说话人自身，也刺伤了巴拉克。他没有接布德里斯的话头也没再谈过类似的话题。而且自那天之后，巴拉克再没喊过布德里斯“还魂的塔斯马尼亚佬”。 8点20分，巴拉克接到电话，说飞机已经降落，贵宾车队马上就要离开霍巴特机场了。巴拉克最后一次检查现场。那个关着袋狼的院子仍然大门紧闭，门外有一架摄影用的升降机，升降笼高高悬于半空，一个摄影记者坐在笼里，用手势向他比了一个OK。巴拉克来到保护区正门，众多记者分列两旁等候，有《太阳报》、《堪培拉时报》、美国《基督教科学箴言报》、塔岛电视台和众多国外媒体。巴拉克和熟识的记者打了招呼，站在队伍前等候贵宾车队。突然他注意到，那个封闭院落的院门开了一道细缝，一个人挤出来，随手关紧院门，向这边招手——是那位园工哈里斯，表情惊惶失措。巴拉克情知有异，撇下这边的人群快步迎过去，低声问：“怎么啦？发生了什么意外？” 哈里斯脸色苍白，喘息着说：“全死了，二十三只全死了！”巴拉克像挨了重重一击，脑袋一下子变为空白，“肯定是被毒死的，我一刻钟前投放鲜肉时还好好的呀！肯定是肉中被下了剧毒！” “能不能救过来？布德里斯呢？” “投食时他还和我在一起，这会儿突然失踪了！” 巴拉克心中叫苦，知道今天的剪彩似肯定要完蛋了，在众多镜头和贵宾面前，他必得度过一段尴尬的时光。但那倒是不值得担心的小事，对他打击最重的是二十三只袋狼的死亡，那可是保护区的至宝，是他一生努力的结晶——袋狼的复活从技术上是布德里斯的功劳，但巴拉克为后勤保障也耗尽了心血！他思考片刻，先返回大门口交代一个下属，说贵宾们抵达后先领到办公室稍事休息，至于以后怎么安排，他苦笑着说，等他通知吧。然后，他撇下惊异的记者们，跑步返回那个关袋狼的院子，让哈里斯打开门，两人闪身进去，把大门重新关好。 院里果然是一片狼藉，袋狼横七竖八躺了一地，口鼻处都挂着血迹。很多已经不会动了，有几只还在地上抽搐着、喘息着，用失神的目光看着天上。墙外升降机上的那个记者已经发现了异常，这会儿隔着院墙向这边猛劲儿拍照，巴拉克看见了，但无暇制止他——也用不着制止了，袋狼全部横死的消息肯定会马上传开，瞒不住的。院里找不到布德里斯，打他的手机，只有单调的提示音：您所拨打的电话已关机。巴拉克只好先打通霍巴特动物园兽医的电话，让他尽快赶来，兽医说即刻就到。巴拉克打电话时，园工哈里斯忽然想到一点，但犹豫着，不知道该不该说——此刻说这件事，无疑表明他怀疑布德里斯是嫌疑人。这怎么可能呢，袋狼之父竟然是杀死袋狼的嫌犯？但他想了想，还是决定说出来。 他谨慎地说：“主任，有一点情况，布德里斯先生让我在揭幕前保密的。在那儿，他今天早上做了一些改动，具体改动内容他没让我看。” 他指着门口蒙着彩色绸布的大理石碑，那原是等贵宾们来揭幕的。绸布下面，在原先的“塔斯马尼亚袋狼保护区”的名称上方，用花体字新增了“真正的”这个定语。相信所有人在亲眼看到活袋狼的同时，对这个定语都要会心一笑。这个小花絮是布德里斯提议的，巴拉克很高兴地同意了。现在布德里斯做了什么改动？巴拉克走过去，狐疑地掀开绸布。上面的文字的确变了，大理石面全部被白纸覆盖，白纸上是几行粗大的黑字： 致屠杀者的后人： 小善难抵大恶 还魂的威廉·兰纳 巴拉克心中猛然一震，忽然想起布德里斯说过的一句话：“那些长满寄生虫的、卑鄙肮脏的半兽人还没杀绝哩，这儿就有一个还魂的威廉·兰纳。”那个玩笑……也许并非玩笑！他在这几行文字前呆立片刻，一个令他难以接受的阴冷真相在心中慢慢成形。 他回头苦笑着说：“不管怎样，我得去迎接贵宾了，去熬过我一生中最尴尬的时刻。哈里斯，你马上报警吧。” 哈里斯吃惊地看着主任——主任无疑已经确认那位袋狼之父就是凶手了。巴拉克没有多加解释，点点头算是回答哈里斯的疑问，又摇摇头，叹息着匆匆赶往大门口。哈里斯也不再耽误，跑回办公室，打通了警局的电话。