dhibooks Chapter 3 Act.03
Chapter 3 Act.03
Act.03
"I am the captain (captain) of a cruise ship, a very big cruise ship!" FDR drank some whiskey and was in a good mood and in good condition. The noisy electronic sounds and human voices in the bar did not affect his mood. With his elbows propped on the bar, his hands and fingers intertwined, he looked affectionately at the red-haired girl across from him.
"Can that allow me to board the boat? Captain?" The red-haired beauty looked at him fascinatedly. Although the lights here were dim and laser lights of various colors flickered from time to time, she was still deeply trapped in his darkness. Can't extricate himself from the blue eyes.
"Of course, my lady, it is my pleasure."
"Then can you take me to see your big 'cruise ship' now?" The red-haired beauty came over, put her hand on FDR's thigh, and dawdled back and forth.
"Of course, let's go." FDR took the beauty's slender hand and led her away from the bar.
Go back and have a good sex, take a hot shower, and find Lauren tomorrow. FDR has arranged everything very well. However, when they stepped into the hotel room, FDR received a call. This phone is his I bought it after I came out of the reception, and only Kenneth knew the number.
"Kenneth?"
"..."
"What's the matter, my 'captain'?" The red-haired beauty held a wine glass, climbed onto FDR's neck, and kissed his chin.
On the other side of the phone, there was only...
Tick tick, tick tick, tick tick...
is Morse code: SOS
FDR pushed the red-haired beauty away, "I'm sorry, beauty, I'm in a hurry all of a sudden, I'm really sorry."
FDR ignored the whining and screaming of the red-haired beauty and rushed out of the hotel.
Something must have happened.
FDR took a taxi and got off two blocks away from their hiding place. After observing, he found a suspicious face hovering near his residence.
So he took out the SIM cards, threw them away, and turned to leave.
***
"Charles?"
"Lestrade... um... Director?" Charles came out of the high-end club that the group of them often went to, and almost bumped into someone, but he didn't expect to be someone he knew.
"Hey, just call me Greg." Lestrade helped Charles, "Are you okay, why don't you look very good?"
"I'm fine," Charles smiled, looking even more sickly. "Maybe I've drunk a little too much, and the air inside isn't very ventilated."
"Those bastards are smoking in there again?" Lestrade cursed something in a low voice, and Charles smiled even more.
"Hey, are you really okay?" Lestrade looked at Charles with a really bad expression.
"Well, I'm fine, just walk around."
"Then you slow down, no, I'll ask someone to take you back."
"Come on, the director of Scotland Yard personally sent someone to send me back. I'm too embarrassed."
"Protecting citizens is our duty."
"Then I don't dare to use the resources of the British government for nothing." Charles joked, maybe he kept smiling, so Lestrade saw that he was not as pale as before.
"I'm leaving, Greg."
Charles waved and Lestrade watched him for a moment before turning and entering the club.
At this moment Charles turned his head and stared at the slowly closing door with a complicated expression.
***
stone chamber.
"Can't contact the Hong Kong Action Team?" Sherlock folded his hands on his chin, thinking.
"Not only that, Sherlock, we have received reliable information that Agent Kenneth was shot in the safe house, and Agent FDR disappeared mysteriously. We have reason to suspect that he has mutinied. Please explain why your subordinates mutinied." Pete looked at him with a gloomy face. The failure of this operation not only lost an agent, but also caused them not to get any useful information that could be used to exchange with Russia in the future. It can be said to be a heavy loss.
Loki still squinted at the silent Sherlock with a blank expression, while Eric frowned.
The boss observed the expressions of each of them.
"As far as I know, he has no reason to betray. He has a happy family, a pair of loving parents, a sister who has no bad habits, a stable relationship, and a harmonious sex life..." Sherlock glanced at Pete , "I have a large golden long-haired dog, it should be a six-year-old golden retriever, and he is close but not in frequent contact with him..." Sherlock paused, narrowed his eyes, and stared at the man standing in front of him. Pete's trousers, then raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and continued, "There are indications that he has no possibility of rebellion. This is setting blame."
"Creating blame? Are you accusing someone here of trying to frame a small expatriate agent?" Pete looked around at the crowd.
Loki looked away from Sherlock and back at his laptop screen, Eric still frowning.
"Is he just a small foreign agent..." Sherlock leaned over and smiled, neither denying nor continuing.
Pete also stopped talking and looked at the boss. It is useless to pursue who is responsible now. How to prevent FDR from contacting the Russians and how to make up for the loss of this mission are the top priorities.
However, the boss changed the subject at this time and looked at Eric, "We need to pay more attention to the base. The last two months are more critical."
"Yes, boss."
"Let's put an end to the matter in Hong Kong. Continue to track down the secret agent's news, but be careful not to leak the news."
"Yes, boss."
What the boss is most concerned about now is Charles who is far away in Hungary. If there is no accident, tonight, there will be a conclusion on who is the "gopher" lurking and eating everywhere in the Circus.
***
Hungary, Budapest.
January is the coldest time in Budapest, but fortunately it is not as humid as London. Charles walked on the Elizabeth Bridge on the Danube River, and the evening sun shone brightly on the river.This is the favorite of Princess Sissi in her life. This beautiful woman who is compassionate and yearns for freedom has a brilliant life but also has many ups and downs, and the final ending is also embarrassing.
There are no pedestrians on the street in the evening, most of the shops are closed, and warm light pours out from the glass, silently calling the frozen passers-by to go in and have a rest or warm up.Last year, Hungary officially returned to the European Union, which made Russia lose a foothold in its strategy of balancing Europe. More and more people who were pro-Soviet realized that the general trend of the republic was gone, and they surrendered by providing confidential information. The same is true for the old general who is about to meet. He thinks he has the most secret information so he delays in raising conditions. As everyone knows, the longer this kind of thing is delayed, the less valuable it will be.
Based on Charles’ experience, if the general confessed to the “gopher” as soon as the Soviet Union disintegrated, he would surely be able to spend his later years in the UK or any Commonwealth country in the world. Why hide in Hungary and worry about it? In the end, I had to seek asylum as a last resort.
Getting closer and closer to the destination, Charles also began to be vigilant. Fortunately, there was still no one on the road, and it was deserted, so that he could have a clear view. Occasionally, one or two runners ran past him and greeted him enthusiastically. call.Charles huddled in a thick woolen trench coat and hid behind a velvet scarf, only showing his red nose and big watery eyes. His curly brown hair mischievously ran out of the woolen hat and brushed his cheeks. He twirled behind his ears.
Charles came to a restaurant called Falcongate and sat down, listening to the band singing Hungarian folk songs mixed with German, 20 minutes earlier than the appointment, Charles is used to this, to be precise, the agents of the Circus are used to it In this way, go a little ahead of time to observe the surrounding situation, so that you can make the most favorable judgment for yourself.
Across the street is where they are about to meet, and the sign for the meeting is to light three cigarettes and throw them away after one puff.Apparently, a reasonable connection for Charles, who doesn't smoke.
"Oh, thank you." The waiter had obviously just started working, and stood beside him silently, without reminding him when serving the dishes, which startled him.Charles looked at his back, then looked around, and felt a thorn in his back that ran from his spine to his scalp in an instant.
The street lights on the opposite side of the street were turned on, and pedestrians in twos and threes on the street gradually quickened their pace. The wandering artist playing the violin seemed to be closing his stall, and was counting the forints (local Hungarian currency) in the violin case.
The waiter at the bar has been looking this way, with cold sweat on his forehead, the folk singer sang a wrong bar, everything is so unusual, since when did the smoking man under the street lamp stand there? ?That person was not the one he wanted to talk to, he was ambushed.
Charles left a 10000 HUF note on the table and left quickly.
"Sir, your change! Sir?" The waiter greeted Charles in broken English, attracting the attention of the few passers-by on the road, but Charles didn't turn his head and walked faster and faster.
With a "bang", Charles was pushed to the ground by a huge momentum. For a moment, it seemed that time stood still. And someone ran towards him, and someone cursed in Russian in a low voice, "These Hungarian laymen said they would catch them alive."
Then his eyes began to turn red slowly, his back was hot, and then slowly cooled, and he realized that he had been shot.
***
FDR knew that no one could believe it at this time. He thought that the secret report must have caused Kenneth's death, and he would be their next target. He thought about running away, but he was unwilling, he had to go back to London, back in the Circus to find the bastard who put his partner to death.
So he had to find Lauren first, and try to find out from her who the damn double agent was.
When he arrived at the address Lauren gave him, it was an old-fashioned three-story townhouse. FDR glanced at the window corresponding to the address while walking, it was pitch black, then looked at the situation of the building across the street, and left quickly Here, turned into the shadows.
After finding a stronghold that could see the situation of the opposite building without being detected, FDR squatted for two hours, making sure that every window there was normal and no one was watching, and then slowly sneaked back to the location Lauren mentioned.
But he found that the door was not locked, and it opened with a slight push. The room was quiet, but there was a faint smell of blood mixed with the smell of gunpowder.
FDR cautiously walked into the living room, and by the moonlight, he saw clearly the man lying in a pool of blood. He hurried to the man, lowered his knees, touched the neck, and found that there was no pulse, and turned the man over. , It turned out to be Boris.
FDR put Boris down and went around the room again. Except for daily necessities, he couldn't find Boris's computer and Lauren, so FDR quickly evacuated the room, thinking in his heart that either Lauren had tricked him and wanted to kill him. Either it was Kenneth's secret report that made the high-ranking double agent in the Circus uneasy, and killed Kenneth and Boris, and it happened that Lauren was as smart as him and escaped; Or did Lauren really hold onto something important as she said, and was taken back?
No matter which one it is, trying to find an agent who deliberately hides now is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack. FDR quickly decided to go back to London.
***
What does it feel like when you are about to die?
In this life, Charles was lucky enough to experience the two sessions, and each time it was bitterly cold.
In August 2003, in Baghdad, he, Eric and the British ambassador to Iraq accompanied the UN Iraqi special envoy to inspect Iraq, which had just quelled the war for less than a month, but encountered a suicide bombing attack, and the UN special envoy died on the spot.Charles pushed Eric away, was hit in the knee by a stray bullet, and fell into the river.The chill that spread from the wound to the whole body and even poured into the lungs led him to the endless abyss.
From then on, when winter came, especially in cold, humid and foggy weather, his legs ached. From then on, he left the action group and came to the logistics department because of his leg disease and could not participate in the mission. Dazed by the stagnant water of East Lake, it seemed that there were countless innocent souls beckoning him to be with them;
Now, the cold surrounded him again.
However, this time, there would no longer be such a person who jumped into the water and hugged him tightly.