Chapter 1286
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Night, USA, Virginia.
Lincoln SUV drove into a small courtyard, and the lights lit the gate white.
Stopped in front of the garage door, CIA deputy director cook pushed the door down and walked towards the mahogany gate.
He walked slowly and looked tired.
He unlocked the door with his fingerprints and walked into the living room.
It was dark and there was no scene in the room. Only the soft carpet under his feet gave cook a familiar feeling.
"Alice!"
He stood in the dark and gave a cry.
No one answered.
His sons and daughters have been working and studying in other places for a long time. Because of his working relationship, he lives near Langley, Virginia. However, the nature of his work determines that the relationship between him and his wife is not warm. Although this marriage has been maintained, it has long been dull, and the couple have become the two most familiar strangers living under the roof.
It seems that his wife Alice is not at home. Maybe she went to some party.
Turning on the light, cook caught a glimpse of today's newspaper on the table in the living room. The hourly work came today. Maybe she brought it in.
Sitting down on the sofa, cook grabbed his hair with both hands and rubbed his face hard, as if to squeeze those fatigue out of every pore.
The cell phone suddenly vibrated.
He glanced at the number. It was his immediate boss, director David.
Pressing the call button, cook had some ominous foreboding, but calmly asked, "David, it's me, cook."
"I shouldn't have called you so late, but I just came back from DC. I have something to inform you." director David's voice was not salty and could not hear anything different, as if it was a computer synthetic sound in the service desk.
"Your work has been busy recently. Considering that your physical condition is not suitable for heavy work, the boss decided to let you take a holiday temporarily. Tomorrow you can come back and hand over the work on your head. Levinson will communicate with you and he will help you follow up temporarily."
Levinson is another deputy director, or cook's competitor.
Let Levinson take over his job?
Cook smiled bitterly. He suddenly felt dry mouth and hungry. He wanted to get something to eat in the kitchen.
He picked up the newspaper, took the phone, walked to the open kitchen and said, "I see, David, I screwed up."
It's no use saying anything now. The CIA department always depends on the results. No one cares about you in the process, but the goal must be achieved.
David is not a person in the eagle plan. Of course, he will not defend himself and carry the pot for himself.
The decryption of "Achilles heel" has plunged the whole flying eagle project into a panic. In the data stored on the hard disk, there are dozens of senior management of flying eagle project involved in secret transactions with organizations such as the black sun and the Holy City Army.
These people are all over key government departments, the military, intelligence agencies, and even financial street and wall street. They are all core members of the flying eagle program.
Once the information is leaked, especially captured by the press, it will be a huge scandal.
David went to DC today for a high-level meeting in Washington to discuss how to deal with this problem.
Now the result seems to come out. I'm afraid I'm waiting for the gun to ring.
After hanging up the phone, cook walked to the washbasin in the kitchen and put the newspaper on the next table. Suddenly, a news headline came into sight——
"Lieutenant General Robert, commander of XX fleet, died strangely in his residence in Bahrain..."
"Robert... Poor Robert..."
Cook muttered to himself.
In the last half a month, this is not the first high-level internal management of the flying eagle program to die strangely.
Before that, Mo min, a big figure in the house of Representatives, the Ministry of defense and other key departments, died strangely.
He glanced at the news and suddenly sneered.
"... after the investigation, no evidence of murder has been found, and other clues have not been released to the outside world, but at present, the suspicion of murder has been ruled out..."
"Eliminate the suspicion of murder..." cook felt a chill at the bottom of his heart and felt extremely ridiculous.
Success or failure is a hero. Losers have no truth.
He felt that there seemed to be a fire burning in his throat, so he picked up the cup and turned on the tap.
The water flowed into the cup. Cook looked up and drank the water in the quilt. He felt that his mouth was dry, so he turned on the tap again.
Suddenly, he jerked his hand to the cupboard under the wash basin.
"Mr. deputy director, don't move." behind him came a familiar voice, "there's a pistol, but I took it."
Cook's hand dropped weakly, turned his head and said weakly, "I knew it was you."
Next to the kitchen refrigerator, a man suddenly appeared like a ghost.
Cook looked up and swept around.
"Don't look, your security system has been cracked," said the visitor.
Cook was stunned and immediately showed that helpless smile.
The security system of this house is installed by CIA technicians, and the person in front of us can't crack it unless
"Mister, what? Are you here to get justice from me?" cook looked at the former members of the delta force in front of him and said jokingly: "do you think killing me will clear your wrongs?"
"This is your pistol." Mister swung a P226 pistol with a silencer in his hand. He shrugged and shook his head. "No, I know some things myself, but I think I'll be happier after you die. At least it's a good thing for this country."
"Good thing?" cook seemed to hear the best funny joke in the world, suddenly burst into laughter, and the green veins on his forehead were exposed.
After laughing, cook looked at Meester with pity: "who do you think you are? You are just a worthless pawn, a chess piece manipulated by others. In our chess game, you don't even have a chance to end!"
"Really? What would you think if I told you that I got the information in Achilles' heel?" said mister.
Cook said coldly, "you're just a little lucky, and you've joined up with the boy surnamed Qin."
Mister said, "so, I not only walked into your chessboard, but also brought you down."
Cook immediately shook his head: "no, no, no, you're wrong. With your little skills, it's useless even if you get the whole decryption hard disk. It's only when the people who want the information inside get it, that is, our sworn enemies get it. It's not you who brought me down, but the people behind you."
Mister didn't speak. He had to admit that cook had a point.
"Do you think you can satisfy your poor patriotic feelings by pulling me down? Funny, you don't know anything. You don't even know who the boss behind your back is. Am I right?"
Mister nodded: "yes, I don't know, but I don't care. I want you to die. Whoever plants and frames me must pay for it."
"You're really naive. Do you think you can overturn the case?" cook looked out of the house. "You came out of the delta force. You should know very well what will happen after a chess piece that shouldn't know about Titus completes the task. Maybe... There are more than one sniper aiming at here now..."
Mister said calmly, "I know, my boss wants me to die."
He also looked out of the house.
Then he turned his head and said, "but do you think a top member of the delta force will not check the surrounding environment before entering a room?"
Cook was stunned.
Mister smiled. "They all fell asleep and had a long, long sleep."
"Then why did you come in?" cook asked. "You can go."
"As I just said, whoever frames me will die." Mister's tone is so stubborn and even paranoid.
Cook was stunned again and suddenly said with a bitter smile: "it seems that I was wrong about you at that time. I should recruit you, not your pig teammates."
"There's no regret medicine in the world." Mister said, "well, I don't have time to delay here. What I want to say is, do you finish it yourself or I'll do it?"
He took a small box from his pocket and threw it on the table.
"The latest poison, your product, tastes like a heart attack without any trace. I don't think I need to analyze the pros and cons for you. Death and immortality, and what the consequences are. You know that it's up to you whether you want to lose a lot of people or leave a good reputation for yourself and die because of overwork."
Cook picked up the small box, opened it, took out a small red pill from it and looked at it in front of his eyes.
"By the way, I have another question. If you don't mind, you can solve my doubts before you die," Mister said.
Cook said, "why should I solve your doubts? To a man who came to kill me? I'm sick?"
"Remember what I said before. Whoever wants to frame me, I want whoever dies," Mister said.
Cook's muddy eyes suddenly brightened and smiled.
"They are the same people as us, the same, understand? We are both two branches separated from an ancient organization with a long history..."
"Your predecessor was the Ku Klux Klan."
"That's right," Cook said. "But one thing you forget, where did the eagle plan come from before the Ku Klux Klan?"
Mister shook his head. "I don't know."
Cook said: "We and your boss originated from the same ancient organization, the organization that can print their own marks on money, okay? But later we became more radical, and they were conservatives. They thought that we would screw up their plan to control the world because of our radicalization, so they had to eliminate us. This is your boss, this is our relationship Obviously, I made a mistake. I didn't expect that Morris, who was placed in the Black Sun organization, would betray me and become a double agent to inform your boss. If it weren't for Morris, a damn fat pig... "
Mister interrupted Cook: "I told you a news that would make you happier before you die. Morris actually didn't take refuge in anyone. He worked for himself. I just got the news that he killed the people sent by my boss to meet him, took away the money of the whole black sun organization, and then disappeared. I think like me, he knew he would be killed."
Cook laughed again, "so don't think that if you kill me, things will be over, never. Understand? There is still a long war behind this invisible war! Ha ha ha -"
Then he threw the pill into his mouth and swallowed it.
Mister looked at cook and his face soon turned red. Then he fell against the cabinet, twitched on the ground, and kept grasping his collar as if to loosen the button.
He came forward and untied the top button with his gloved left hand.
Cook's eyes showed a trace of haste and squeezed out the last two words: "be careful..."
Then, the look in the pupil of the high-rise finally completely darkened, gave his last breath and stopped moving.
Mister stood up, carefully retracted the box, then exited the kitchen and left through the back door.
After leaving cook's house, he took off his shoe covers and gloves, put these things in his arms, set up the collar of his submachine suit, buttoned his hood, and then walked with both hands to the next street and got on a Chevrolet car parked on the street.
A few seconds later, the car started, slid slowly down the street and finally disappeared into the night.
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Night, USA, Virginia.
Lincoln SUV drove into a small courtyard, and the lights lit the gate white.
Stopped in front of the garage door, CIA deputy director cook pushed the door down and walked towards the mahogany gate.
He walked slowly and looked tired.
He unlocked the door with his fingerprints and walked into the living room.
It was dark and there was no scene in the room. Only the soft carpet under his feet gave cook a familiar feeling.
"Alice!"
He stood in the dark and gave a cry.
No one answered.
His sons and daughters have been working and studying in other places for a long time. Because of his working relationship, he lives near Langley, Virginia. However, the nature of his work determines that the relationship between him and his wife is not warm. Although this marriage has been maintained, it has long been dull, and the couple have become the two most familiar strangers living under the roof.
It seems that his wife Alice is not at home. Maybe she went to some party.
Turning on the light, cook caught a glimpse of today's newspaper on the table in the living room. The hourly work came today. Maybe she brought it in.
Sitting down on the sofa, cook grabbed his hair with both hands and rubbed his face hard, as if to squeeze those fatigue out of every pore.
The cell phone suddenly vibrated.
He glanced at the number. It was his immediate boss, director David.
Pressing the call button, cook had some ominous foreboding, but calmly asked, "David, it's me, cook."
"I shouldn't have called you so late, but I just came back from DC. I have something to inform you." director David's voice was not salty and could not hear anything different, as if it was a computer synthetic sound in the service desk.
"Your work has been busy recently. Considering that your physical condition is not suitable for heavy work, the boss decided to let you take a holiday temporarily. Tomorrow you can come back and hand over the work on your head. Levinson will communicate with you and he will help you follow up temporarily."
Levinson is another deputy director, or cook's competitor.
Let Levinson take over his job?
Cook smiled bitterly. He suddenly felt dry mouth and hungry. He wanted to get something to eat in the kitchen.
He picked up the newspaper, took the phone, walked to the open kitchen and said, "I see, David, I screwed up."
It's no use saying anything now. The CIA department always depends on the results. No one cares about you in the process, but the goal must be achieved.
David is not a person in the eagle plan. Of course, he will not defend himself and carry the pot for himself.
The decryption of "Achilles heel" has plunged the whole flying eagle project into a panic. In the data stored on the hard disk, there are dozens of senior management of flying eagle project involved in secret transactions with organizations such as the black sun and the Holy City Army.
These people are all over key government departments, the military, intelligence agencies, and even financial street and wall street. They are all core members of the flying eagle program.
Once the information is leaked, especially captured by the press, it will be a huge scandal.
David went to DC today for a high-level meeting in Washington to discuss how to deal with this problem.
Now the result seems to come out. I'm afraid I'm waiting for the gun to ring.
After hanging up the phone, cook walked to the washbasin in the kitchen and put the newspaper on the next table. Suddenly, a news headline came into sight——
"Lieutenant General Robert, commander of XX fleet, died strangely in his residence in Bahrain..."
"Robert... Poor Robert..."
Cook muttered to himself.
In the last half a month, this is not the first high-level internal management of the flying eagle program to die strangely.
Before that, Mo min, a big figure in the house of Representatives, the Ministry of defense and other key departments, died strangely.
He glanced at the news and suddenly sneered.
"... after the investigation, no evidence of murder has been found, and other clues have not been released to the outside world, but at present, the suspicion of murder has been ruled out..."
"Eliminate the suspicion of murder..." cook felt a chill at the bottom of his heart and felt extremely ridiculous.
Success or failure is a hero. Losers have no truth.
He felt that there seemed to be a fire burning in his throat, so he picked up the cup and turned on the tap.
The water flowed into the cup. Cook looked up and drank the water in the quilt. He felt that his mouth was dry, so he turned on the tap again.
Suddenly, he jerked his hand to the cupboard under the wash basin.
"Mr. deputy director, don't move." behind him came a familiar voice, "there's a pistol, but I took it."
Cook's hand dropped weakly, turned his head and said weakly, "I knew it was you."
Next to the kitchen refrigerator, a man suddenly appeared like a ghost.
Cook looked up and swept around.
"Don't look, your security system has been cracked," said the visitor.
Cook was stunned and immediately showed that helpless smile.
The security system of this house is installed by CIA technicians, and the person in front of us can't crack it unless
"Mister, what? Are you here to get justice from me?" cook looked at the former members of the delta force in front of him and said jokingly: "do you think killing me will clear your wrongs?"
"This is your pistol." Mister swung a P226 pistol with a silencer in his hand. He shrugged and shook his head. "No, I know some things myself, but I think I'll be happier after you die. At least it's a good thing for this country."
"Good thing?" cook seemed to hear the best funny joke in the world, suddenly burst into laughter, and the green veins on his forehead were exposed.
After laughing, cook looked at Meester with pity: "who do you think you are? You are just a worthless pawn, a chess piece manipulated by others. In our chess game, you don't even have a chance to end!"
"Really? What would you think if I told you that I got the information in Achilles' heel?" said mister.
Cook said coldly, "you're just a little lucky, and you've joined up with the boy surnamed Qin."
Mister said, "so, I not only walked into your chessboard, but also brought you down."
Cook immediately shook his head: "no, no, no, you're wrong. With your little skills, it's useless even if you get the whole decryption hard disk. It's only when the people who want the information inside get it, that is, our sworn enemies get it. It's not you who brought me down, but the people behind you."
Mister didn't speak. He had to admit that cook had a point.
"Do you think you can satisfy your poor patriotic feelings by pulling me down? Funny, you don't know anything. You don't even know who the boss behind your back is. Am I right?"
Mister nodded: "yes, I don't know, but I don't care. I want you to die. Whoever plants and frames me must pay for it."
"You're really naive. Do you think you can overturn the case?" cook looked out of the house. "You came out of the delta force. You should know very well what will happen after a chess piece that shouldn't know about Titus completes the task. Maybe... There are more than one sniper aiming at here now..."
Mister said calmly, "I know, my boss wants me to die."
He also looked out of the house.
Then he turned his head and said, "but do you think a top member of the delta force will not check the surrounding environment before entering a room?"
Cook was stunned.
Mister smiled. "They all fell asleep and had a long, long sleep."
"Then why did you come in?" cook asked. "You can go."
"As I just said, whoever frames me will die." Mister's tone is so stubborn and even paranoid.
Cook was stunned again and suddenly said with a bitter smile: "it seems that I was wrong about you at that time. I should recruit you, not your pig teammates."
"There's no regret medicine in the world." Mister said, "well, I don't have time to delay here. What I want to say is, do you finish it yourself or I'll do it?"
He took a small box from his pocket and threw it on the table.
"The latest poison, your product, tastes like a heart attack without any trace. I don't think I need to analyze the pros and cons for you. Death and immortality, and what the consequences are. You know that it's up to you whether you want to lose a lot of people or leave a good reputation for yourself and die because of overwork."
Cook picked up the small box, opened it, took out a small red pill from it and looked at it in front of his eyes.
"By the way, I have another question. If you don't mind, you can solve my doubts before you die," Mister said.
Cook said, "why should I solve your doubts? To a man who came to kill me? I'm sick?"
"Remember what I said before. Whoever wants to frame me, I want whoever dies," Mister said.
Cook's muddy eyes suddenly brightened and smiled.
"They are the same people as us, the same, understand? We are both two branches separated from an ancient organization with a long history..."
"Your predecessor was the Ku Klux Klan."
"That's right," Cook said. "But one thing you forget, where did the eagle plan come from before the Ku Klux Klan?"
Mister shook his head. "I don't know."
Cook said: "We and your boss originated from the same ancient organization, the organization that can print their own marks on money, okay? But later we became more radical, and they were conservatives. They thought that we would screw up their plan to control the world because of our radicalization, so they had to eliminate us. This is your boss, this is our relationship Obviously, I made a mistake. I didn't expect that Morris, who was placed in the Black Sun organization, would betray me and become a double agent to inform your boss. If it weren't for Morris, a damn fat pig... "
Mister interrupted Cook: "I told you a news that would make you happier before you die. Morris actually didn't take refuge in anyone. He worked for himself. I just got the news that he killed the people sent by my boss to meet him, took away the money of the whole black sun organization, and then disappeared. I think like me, he knew he would be killed."
Cook laughed again, "so don't think that if you kill me, things will be over, never. Understand? There is still a long war behind this invisible war! Ha ha ha -"
Then he threw the pill into his mouth and swallowed it.
Mister looked at cook and his face soon turned red. Then he fell against the cabinet, twitched on the ground, and kept grasping his collar as if to loosen the button.
He came forward and untied the top button with his gloved left hand.
Cook's eyes showed a trace of haste and squeezed out the last two words: "be careful..."
Then, the look in the pupil of the high-rise finally completely darkened, gave his last breath and stopped moving.
Mister stood up, carefully retracted the box, then exited the kitchen and left through the back door.
After leaving cook's house, he took off his shoe covers and gloves, put these things in his arms, set up the collar of his submachine suit, buttoned his hood, and then walked with both hands to the next street and got on a Chevrolet car parked on the street.
A few seconds later, the car started, slid slowly down the street and finally disappeared into the night.
Night, USA, Virginia.Lincoln SUV drove into a small courtyard, and the lights lit the gate white.Stopped in front of the garage door, CIA deputy director cook pushed the door down and walked towards the mahogany gate.He walked slowly and looked tired.He unlocked the door with his fingerprints and walked into the living room.It was dark and there was no scene in the room. Only the soft carpet under his feet gave cook a familiar feeling."Alice!"He stood in the dark and gave a cry.No one answered.His sons and daughters have been working and studying in other places for a long time. Because of his working relationship, he lives near Langley, Virginia. However, the nature of his work determines that the relationship between him and his wife is not warm. Although this marriage has been maintained, it has long been dull, and the couple have become the two most familiar strangers living under the roof.It seems that his wife Alice is not at home. Maybe she went to some party.Turning on the light, cook caught a glimpse of today's newspaper on the table in the living room. The hourly work came today. Maybe she brought it in.Sitting down on the sofa, cook grabbed his hair with both hands and rubbed his face hard, as if to squeeze those fatigue out of every pore.The cell phone suddenly vibrated.He glanced at the number. It was his immediate boss, director David.Pressing the call button, cook had some ominous foreboding, but calmly asked, "David, it's me, cook.""I shouldn't have called you so late, but I just came back from DC. I have something to inform you." director David's voice was not salty and could not hear anything different, as if it was a computer synthetic sound in the service desk."Your work has been busy recently. Considering that your physical condition is not suitable for heavy work, the boss decided to let you take a holiday temporarily. Tomorrow you can come back and hand over the work on your head. Levinson will communicate with you and he will help you follow up temporarily."Levinson is another deputy director, or cook's competitor.Let Levinson take over his job?Cook smiled bitterly. He suddenly felt dry mouth and hungry. He wanted to get something to eat in the kitchen.He picked up the newspaper, took the phone, walked to the open kitchen and said, "I see, David, I screwed up."It's no use saying anything now. The CIA department always depends on the results. No one cares about you in the process, but the goal must be achieved.David is not a person in the eagle plan. Of course, he will not defend himself and carry the pot for himself.The decryption of "Achilles heel" has plunged the whole flying eagle project into a panic. In the data stored on the hard disk, there are dozens of senior management of flying eagle project involved in secret transactions with organizations such as the black sun and the Holy City Army.These people are all over key government departments, the military, intelligence agencies, and even financial street and wall street. They are all core members of the flying eagle program.Once the information is leaked, especially captured by the press, it will be a huge scandal.David went to DC today for a high-level meeting in Washington to discuss how to deal with this problem.Now the result seems to come out. I'm afraid I'm waiting for the gun to ring.After hanging up the phone, cook walked to the washbasin in the kitchen and put the newspaper on the next table. Suddenly, a news headline came into sight"Lieutenant General Robert, commander of XX fleet, died strangely in his residence in Bahrain...""Robert... Poor Robert..."Cook muttered to himself.In the last half a month, this is not the first high-level internal management of the flying eagle program to die strangely.Before that, Mo min, a big figure in the house of Representatives, the Ministry of defense and other key departments, died strangely.He glanced at the news and suddenly sneered."... after the investigation, no evidence of murder has been found, and other clues have not been released to the outside world, but at present, the suspicion of murder has been ruled out...""Eliminate the suspicion of murder..." cook felt a chill at the bottom of his heart and felt extremely ridiculous.Success or failure is a hero. Losers have no truth.He felt that there seemed to be a fire burning in his throat, so he picked up the cup and turned on the tap.The water flowed into the cup. Cook looked up and drank the water in the quilt. He felt that his mouth was dry, so he turned on the tap again.Suddenly, he jerked his hand to the cupboard under the wash basin."Mr. deputy director, don't move." behind him came a familiar voice, "there's a pistol, but I took it."Cook's hand dropped weakly, turned his head and said weakly, "I knew it was you."Next to the kitchen refrigerator, a man suddenly appeared like a ghost.Cook looked up and swept around."Don't look, your security system has been cracked," said the visitor.Cook was stunned and immediately showed that helpless smile.The security system of this house is installed by CIA technicians, and the person in front of us can't crack it unless"Mister, what? Are you here to get justice from me?" cook looked at the former members of the delta force in front of him and said jokingly: "do you think killing me will clear your wrongs?""This is your pistol." Mister swung a P226 pistol with a silencer in his hand. He shrugged and shook his head. "No, I know some things myself, but I think I'll be happier after you die. At least it's a good thing for this country.""Good thing?" cook seemed to hear the best funny joke in the world, suddenly burst into laughter, and the green veins on his forehead were exposed.After laughing, cook looked at Meester with pity: "who do you think you are? You are just a worthless pawn, a chess piece manipulated by others. In our chess game, you don't even have a chance to end!""Really? What would you think if I told you that I got the information in Achilles' heel?" said mister.Cook said coldly, "you're just a little lucky, and you've joined up with the boy surnamed Qin."Mister said, "so, I not only walked into your chessboard, but also brought you down."Cook immediately shook his head: "no, no, no, you're wrong. With your little skills, it's useless even if you get the whole decryption hard disk. It's only when the people who want the information inside get it, that is, our sworn enemies get it. It's not you who brought me down, but the people behind you."Mister didn't speak. He had to admit that cook had a point."Do you think you can satisfy your poor patriotic feelings by pulling me down? Funny, you don't know anything. You don't even know who the boss behind your back is. Am I right?"Mister nodded: "yes, I don't know, but I don't care. I want you to die. Whoever plants and frames me must pay for it.""You're really naive. Do you think you can overturn the case?" cook looked out of the house. "You came out of the delta force. You should know very well what will happen after a chess piece that shouldn't know about Titus completes the task. Maybe... There are more than one sniper aiming at here now..."Mister said calmly, "I know, my boss wants me to die."He also looked out of the house.Then he turned his head and said, "but do you think a top member of the delta force will not check the surrounding environment before entering a room?"Cook was stunned.Mister smiled. "They all fell asleep and had a long, long sleep.""Then why did you come in?" cook asked. "You can go.""As I just said, whoever frames me will die." Mister's tone is so stubborn and even paranoid.Cook was stunned again and suddenly said with a bitter smile: "it seems that I was wrong about you at that time. I should recruit you, not your pig teammates.""There's no regret medicine in the world." Mister said, "well, I don't have time to delay here. What I want to say is, do you finish it yourself or I'll do it?"He took a small box from his pocket and threw it on the table."The latest poison, your product, tastes like a heart attack without any trace. I don't think I need to analyze the pros and cons for you. Death and immortality, and what the consequences are. You know that it's up to you whether you want to lose a lot of people or leave a good reputation for yourself and die because of overwork."Cook picked up the small box, opened it, took out a small red pill from it and looked at it in front of his eyes."By the way, I have another question. If you don't mind, you can solve my doubts before you die," Mister said.Cook said, "why should I solve your doubts? To a man who came to kill me? I'm sick?""Remember what I said before. Whoever wants to frame me, I want whoever dies," Mister said.Cook's muddy eyes suddenly brightened and smiled."They are the same people as us, the same, understand? We are both two branches separated from an ancient organization with a long history...""Your predecessor was the Ku Klux Klan.""That's right," Cook said. "But one thing you forget, where did the eagle plan come from before the Ku Klux Klan?"Mister shook his head. "I don't know."Cook said: "We and your boss originated from the same ancient organization, the organization that can print their own marks on money, okay? But later we became more radical, and they were conservatives. They thought that we would screw up their plan to control the world because of our radicalization, so they had to eliminate us. This is your boss, this is our relationship Obviously, I made a mistake. I didn't expect that Morris, who was placed in the Black Sun organization, would betray me and become a double agent to inform your boss. If it weren't for Morris, a damn fat pig... "Mister interrupted Cook: "I told you a news that would make you happier before you die. Morris actually didn't take refuge in anyone. He worked for himself. I just got the news that he killed the people sent by my boss to meet him, took away the money of the whole black sun organization, and then disappeared. I think like me, he knew he would be killed."Cook laughed again, "so don't think that if you kill me, things will be over, never. Understand? There is still a long war behind this invisible war! Ha ha ha -"Then he threw the pill into his mouth and swallowed it.Mister looked at cook and his face soon turned red. Then he fell against the cabinet, twitched on the ground, and kept grasping his collar as if to loosen the button.He came forward and untied the top button with his gloved left hand.Cook's eyes showed a trace of haste and squeezed out the last two words: "be careful..."Then, the look in the pupil of the high-rise finally completely darkened, gave his last breath and stopped moving.Mister stood up, carefully retracted the box, then exited the kitchen and left through the back door.After leaving cook's house, he took off his shoe covers and gloves, put these things in his arms, set up the collar of his submachine suit, buttoned his hood, and then walked with both hands to the next street and got on a Chevrolet car parked on the street.A few seconds later, the car started, slid slowly down the street and finally disappeared into the night.
