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- "You happen to have time to come out?" the other party finally asked.
"I'm free at two o'clock," Solomon replied calmly. From the reflector, you can clearly see an obvious scar under the other person's temple.
¡°My name is Simon,¡± the other person introduced himself, while reaching over from the seat with his eyes still looking forward. "The two red dice are now in my hand. I am authorized to give you the task."
Solomon shook Simon¡¯s hand hastily and waited for him to continue explaining. However, at this moment Simon was busy playing with his car. There was a traffic accident ahead and the road was blocked. He drove the car between a truck and a black car, and picked up the conversation again, with a smug tone in his voice. "We are sending you this time to bring a pair of gardener's scissors to cut us a sunflower. It is also called sunflower, which is the code name of this operation plan."
Solomon couldn¡¯t help but respect this man. This man looked smiling on the surface, but in fact, there was murderous intent hidden in his blue eyes. He was completely different from the driver a few minutes ago.
"Sunflower is Anne Carrouse's code name," Simon continued, "I think you know who she is."
"Of course I do," Solomon replied. Although Anne Carrouse is only four years old, she is already famous all over the world. She is a true pearl - the only daughter of current US Vice President Carruthe.
Solomon leaned forward: "What mission? Be a bodyguard? I have never been a bodyguard."
Simon chuckled and said, "Humph, I don't think they might let you do it. But this mission is extraordinary, and we want you to kidnap her. Do you understand?"
Simon settled Solomon in an apartment house near Riverside Drive.
Solomon poured himself a glass of scotch. Suddenly, he heard something moving behind him. Suddenly, his muscles tightened and his hand moved to the handle of the gun at his waist. However, he did not turn around, but stood motionless on the spot, staring at the copper plate hanging above the wine cabinet from the corner of his eyes. then. He immediately relaxed, picked up the bottle and poured another glass of wine.
"This time, your footsteps are not as gentle as last time." After saying that, he nodded slightly towards the copper plate on the wall, and the faces of two people were reflected in the copper plate at the same time. Then, he turned back and looked at the visitor. The other person was wearing a pair of faded overalls. Wearing an old hat and a beard that hasn't been shaved for a day.
Solomon raised his glass: "Cheers to my old friend McLean."
McLean picked up the glass of whiskey. Then the two sat down facing each other.
"It seems," Solomon said lightly, "you want me to abduct Vice President Karuse's daughter. Why is that?"
"Do you have to know?"
¡°My loyalty has never been in doubt.¡±
McLean stood up with a gloomy face and paced back and forth in the room. "There are leaks in the CIA," he finally said. "There's someone providing intelligence to Germany. This guy is a top guy, and a top guy."
Solomon nodded and said nothing. This is not big news. This kind of thing happens all the time in the CIA. It is not uncommon.
"At first," McLean continued, "there were four people who were questionable. We examined them one by one, and all four passed. So, we had to focus on another person. This person was He is so prominent that he was not originally a subject of scrutiny. It is incredible that he is a person who can enter and exit the Oval Office at will and whose power is second only to the president!¡±
Solomon stared at the other person intently, with a surprised look on his face. "Are you kidding me?"
McLean shook his head.
¡°You mean CIA Director William Francis Rayburn Jr.?¡±
"It's him."
Solomon leaned back in his chair. No wonder they sent him a red double emergency warning! No wonder McLean became so easily offended. It turns out that the head of the CIA whom he has worked for for many years is actually a traitor! Besides, he is the president¡¯s campaign adviser and chief foreign policy adviser!
???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????What thing had the President done that he was not at fault for? If this is not enough, he is also the President's closest friend!
"This is a really tough thing," Solomon said.
"It's not only difficult, it's an explosive incident. Of course the president will not believe our words easily. He wants us to provide sufficient evidence. Only in this way can we turn our heads to the vice president's daughter."
Only then did Solomon finally realize that this was a big bait!
"Yes," McLean continued, "in order to test Rayburn, we decided to kidnap the Vice President's daughter. To the outside world, it creates false impressions. It seemed that Anne Carruther had fallen into the clutches of her enemies. It is Rayburn's responsibility to retrieve Annie. He smiled meaningfully. "We will make some subtle arrangements to make him unpredictable, even desperate, and finally induce him to jump over the wall." "
"Forcing him to seek help from others," Solomon said slowly, "This plan is too bold and too dangerous."
"Yeah, it's a bit bold. But there is no other way. The Vice President must ask Rayburn to report the situation at any time if his daughter is missing. If Rayburn cannot be found, his prestige will inevitably decline, his power will be weakened, and he will even be in conflict with the Vice President. The relationship with the president will also be estranged. At that time, he will have no choice but to find his behind-the-scenes friends to help him out."
Solomon nodded in acquiescence. This was certainly a clever idea, but for him it was the biggest adventure of his life. He drank whiskey silently, and what he was thinking about was no longer the purpose and motivation of the action, but the plan and method of the action.
"This matter must be handled my way."
"Of course." McLean quickly expressed his position.
"You must not hurt that girl."
"That goes without saying. Anne Carrouse must not be allowed to be in any danger. Once you succeed, you must move her abroad."
Solomon looked troubled when he heard this. He was thinking about how he could hijack people out through layers of obstructions as the White House was heavily guarded. And now, this McLean actually asked him to break through the heavily fortified US border!
"That's easy to say!" Solomon said with a sneer.
McClain smiled slightly: "I admit that this task is very difficult. However, the kidnapping incident must be exaggerated with an international color. Otherwise, Rayburn will not turn to the Germans for help."
Solomon nodded in agreement.
¡°It¡¯s best to take her to Greece, there are people there to help her.¡±
"Okay, just take it to Greece. What should I do next?"
"Wait for my order. I will come to you. When the time comes, you hand the child over to me and I will take her back to the country. Before that, you have to try to hide her. It will probably take more than two weeks."
"Who will arrange the false clues?" Solomon asked.
"Simon will do it. By the way, Simon will be responsible for the liaison between you and me."
Doorbell rang. Simon came in.
McLean looked at Solomon: "If you need anything else, please ask. Everything can be done."
"Thirty thousand dollars in cash."
"That's it?"
"This is for pocket money. I will ask again in the future. But money is not the only thing I need."
Simon picked up the briefcase with understanding and put it on his lap. "This is Anne Carrouse's archive material. From the time she got up in the morning until she went to bed at night. We know everything about the whole day's activities. There is also some information about the guard situation here." He looked up and looked up. Solomon: "Six agents took turns guarding little Annie day and night."
Solomon took the materials. "The girl's problem is not big. What I need is the daily activities of the people around her."
MacLean told Simon: "Let you do it."
"I also want to know the correspondence from the White House."
¡°Seventy-five thousand letters come and go from the White House every week! What kind of letters do you want to know about?¡± Simon interjected.
¡°Then get rid of letters that are complimentary or insulting, or letters asking for photos. I want the rest.¡±
McLean nodded in approval.
¡°I also want to know Anne¡¯s exact height and weight.¡±
"What else?" McLean asked.
¡°There¡¯s one more question. It¡¯s a harsh question.¡±
Solomon considered the risks he would face. He is not afraid of losing his life, but he is afraid of losing his freedom. If the matter was exposed, he would inevitably have to suffer behind bars. He didn't even dare to think about how many years he would be imprisoned.
In the past, the CIA allowed him the authority to act beyond the law and act without authorization in the execution of his mission. But this time, his actions will exceed the scope of the CIA's jurisdiction. Rayburn himself would certainly not grant him such power.
"Excuse me, who directly issued this mission?" Solomon asked.
McLean shook his head and expressed his helplessness. "I can't tell you."
Solomon shrugged his shoulders: "Then I have to refuse. I can't carry out this unprovoked task based on your words alone."
After a long silence, McLean finally said: "I think. You have the right to know whose protection you are under."to perform this task. To tell you the truth, patronage comes from the top, which is to say, from the president himself. "
The president himself! Solomon was really stunned now.
"President?" he finally said, "did the president personally agree to kidnap the vice president's daughter?"
"Yes, the president understands. The stakes are high and it must be done."
"I dare say he has the courage!" Solomon took a sip of wine.
"How about it? Do you agree to do it?"
"Nothing to say, I'll do it!" Solomon replied very calmly
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Solomon opened a bundle of mail that Simon had sent him. In the process of sorting through such a large pile of letters, a few letters finally caught his attention.
He smiled proudly, his hijacking plan was already in place. He walked over to the record player and selected a record. The Italian composer Verdi's Violin Concerto played by Franz Heinemen rang in the air. That rough, powerful, high and exciting melody. This gave him the idea of ??how to take "Sunflower" out of the country.
Solomon drove to Pier 92 and waited near the customs. His expression was cold, his demeanor was calm, and he was well-dressed, all of which matched the black official car he was riding in.
Passengers began to disembark. Solomon searched carefully for the face in the crowd that had left a deep impression on him after watching hundreds of meters of film reels. In fact, not just the face, everything about that person has been stored in the memory warehouse in his brain: Edward Drake, born in Manchester, England, 46 years old, six feet tall, weighing 180 pounds, black hair Brown eyes, photographer. The body shape is similar to mine.
The face finally appeared. This man was carrying a camera and a suitcase in his hand. Solomon followed.
"Mr. Drake? Mr. Edward Drake?"
The other party was deeply surprised. "Yes, you are-"
"Frank Jackson, from the U.S. Security Service." Solomon showed his ID.
Drake looked at the ID. "What are you doing?"
"It's not an important matter," Solomon reassured the other person, "It's just that before you go to Indian Springs, I need to know some information from you. I have a car, and I will ask a few questions on the way. Then I will send you there. hostel."
"Very happy. I have booked a room in Argokin. Is it far from here?"
"Algogion? No, it's not far. But there was a big fire on Sixth Street and the traffic was jammed. I'm afraid we have to go in a circle." Solomon explained in a neither humble nor condescending way.
"We have questions about the period between 1962 and 1963. You were not in the UK at that time, were you?"
"Yes, I'm in Australia."
"What?"
¡°I spend most of my time wandering around. Of course I also take photos.¡±
Solomon asked the other party questions from time to time. In fact, he already knew these situations very well, and he was just doing this to kill time.
A quarter of an hour later, he drove into lower Manhattan. The streets here are criss-crossed. It¡¯s so confusing that even an old New Yorker would not know his way around here. He turned left again onto Canal Street.
"I think it's OK," Solomon said very coldly after Drake finished telling his experience in Australia: "We will confirm it."
Drake nodded in agreement.
¡°This is Beaulay Street,¡± Solomon introduced.
Drake said nothing. He first arrived in New York. Just staring blankly at this world-famous ghetto.
Solomon recognized the truck parked on the side of the road.
"Where are we?" Derek looked scared. The car drove behind the moving truck.
"Oh my God, let me get out of the car!" Drake tried to open the door. At this time, Solomon suddenly struck his neck with his palm, and Drake suddenly collapsed on his seat.
He was not dead, just passed out. Solomon did not want to kill innocent people.
When Solomon got off the truck, Simon also got off the truck. Without saying a word, the two of them carried Derek into the moving truck with quick movements. Simon closed the car door and turned on the lights. Solomon changed his clothes in a few moments. Then from a box he took out a mirror, a wooden comb, a brush, a towel, hair dye, silicone pads for his cheeks, and a replacement page for the photo in Drake's passport. There was a picture of a man who looked neither like Drake nor Richard Solomon.
Five minutes later, Simon watched Solomon drive away. Then, he took out a bottle of whiskey, opened Drake's mouth forcefully, and drank the wine. Then he picked upA plastic syringe. There is no medicine in the syringe, only air. He carefully injected air into the other person's arm.
This bullet of air flowing in Drake's veins will eventually be transported to the heart.
The reception desk at the Algogion Hotel had no suspicion that Drake¡¯s passport had changed owners. After Solomon entered the room, he relived the life and experiences of the character he was currently playing.
He has Drake¡¯s resume and photo. The report from the Federal Bureau of Investigation, the certificate from the Security Bureau¡ªthose were all issued just four days ago. He also carried several letters with him, and it was from these letters that he discovered the important figure of Drake.
¡°Dear Mrs. Haskin:
Although we have never met, I am Rowena Drake¡¯s eldest son. Over the years, I have often listened to my mother talk about her old school life, and I have often heard her talk about you. She insisted that I write to tell you that I am coming to the United States. I will arrive in New York on February 1st and go to Washington two days later. I know you're the tutor to the President's daughter, and to be honest, I really want to visit the White House. Edward Drake. "
Mrs. Heskin¡¯s reply a few days later was as follows:
¡°Dear Edward:
Rowena¡¯s son, hey, I didn¡¯t expect that! Your mother mentions you in almost every letter, so I feel like I've known you for a long time. Of course, I also hope to meet you soon. But what a coincidence. When you came to Washington, I happened to be away for a while. The president and his wife were going to visit Mexico, and I took Anne to visit her aunt and uncle. They lived in a summer home in Indian Springs, near Lake Michigan. I asked Anne's aunt, Mrs. Wayne Ratter, if she could let you stay at her house for a day or two, and she said no problem, you're welcome to come. I told the Security Bureau your name. I hope you don't mind. It won't work without telling them in advance. I also assured them that you had never broken the law or done anything bad. Please let me know if you can come.
Emily Heskin. "
There is also a reply letter from Drake, accepting the invitation. Solomon was very satisfied. He decided to visit New York like a real Drake
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Officer Martin Switz, who specializes in homicide cases in the Southern District of Manhattan, said to a subordinate: "What's so surprising about a drunk committing suicide?"
"Because the situation is a bit strange, Mr. Police Officer. The clothes on the deceased are extremely greasy, as if they haven't been washed for half a year, but the underwear is clean, and it is from London!"
"Strange," Sweets began to feel surprised, "I asked for an autopsy. Let's contact the London Police Department again to check the fingerprints and see who this John Dowie is."
The summer villa of Wayne Ratter is an orthodox Victorian building. It is located on a hillside facing Lake Michigan. There are two places to enter the house, through the main entrance and through the beach. Since the president's daughter lives here, both entrances are currently guarded day and night by US Security Service personnel.
On Wednesday morning Solomon drove to the main entrance.
A tall man in casual clothes walked up to the car immediately. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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