He couldn't offend these two missionaries, he hadn't completely made up his mind yet, and he needed those two fools to hide his identity for the time being. In the Australian customs, he repeated over and over again the same rhetoric used to fool the Jesuits in front of local officials.

However, the biggest problem with this rhetoric is that he did not expect that Australians would impose a mandatory medical examination on all arrivals. And it was so thoroughly stripped of the physical examination.

As Weiss took off his shirt to expose his back, he heard the gasps of doctors and officials behind him. He didn't know if their surprise was because they saw the tattoo or because they knew what it meant. If it's the latter, all his becomes meaningless.

Weiss thought that they had probably installed a camera in a hidden place at the immigration gate, and had taken pictures of themselves from all angles.

Damn, these Chinese have definitely recognized what the tattoo on his back is.

Weiss? Lando never thought he would be a mercenary, at least not as a child. A few years after he collapsed in an old, dilapidated Italian immigrant neighborhood in San Francisco, his mother died. His father, a construction worker, often beat Weiss up after filling the tavern with yellow soup. But when the construction worker from Calabria was not drunk, he loved his son very much. Weiss remembers his father changing into his most haode clothes on Sundays, sitting on a wooden bench in the front row of the church, smiling as he watched himself lead the choir.

The choir's robes are very old, and they have accumulated the smell of old sweat for many years. It's the same as this Italian section.

Weiss didn't like where he was born, the old Italian quarter was filthy and shabby, with a musty smell of seclusion. The streets are dangerous and chaotic. People say that when you go to America, you go to heaven, but heaven is clearly no longer an Italian neighborhood. It's just another replica of the hell of Italy.

During the summer vacation from middle school, he would rather stay with his classmate Leo, ride the Leo family's fishing boat, cross Golden Gate Bay, fish in the blazing California sun, or shoot seagulls with Leo's father's old-fashioned Springfield – he quickly developed a good marksmanship and became a seagull killer in the bay. The flesh of the seagull could not be eaten, but watching the clumps of feathers scatter under the muzzle of the gun made him feel inexplicably happy.

One day, he and Leo were lying on the deck of a fishing boat when they heard a roar across the sky, even overpowering the roar of the waves. Two Tomcat fighters skimmed overhead, the sun giving a golden outline to the swept wings.

"I'm going to be like that," he said to Leo, "flying fighter jets across the ocean." ”

The dream of becoming a fighter pilot soon seemed to have been put on the back burner. Although he is quite popular with a large number of high school girls with his outstanding physique and good looks, Weiss? Lando, however, is madly infatuated with Mrs. Warren, the new music teacher in high school, a petite but charming married woman. She gave him music tutoring lessons, encouraging, comforting, and pampering him with her dream of one day appearing on the stage of the Metropolitan Opera, while not shying away from the fact that this fanatical teenager, who was more than a decade her junior, showed some excessive affection for herself. But things eventually went wrong, and Weiss was nearly shot dead by a furious Mr. Warren after spending a whole weekend alone with Mrs. Warren in the afternoon. He left school and never looked back.

His dream of being an opera singer was shattered - and he found that music without Mrs. Warren had no appeal to him. The Navy would never let a guy with no high Chinese skills fly a fighter jet - they suggested that he become a sailor.

Weiss himself did not expect that he would just walk into the army's recruiting station in a daze because he had nowhere to go, and he would actually cross the ocean to South Korea and become an infantryman in the second brigade of the second infantry division. In the Army, he might be able to become a sergeant, and if he can survive his contract period, he may even be sponsored to go to college.

It happened on a pre-Christmas weekend that the village of Higashi-Docheon Base around Casey's Barracks was in a festive frenzy. In the evening, all the bars and ballrooms are filled with noisy soldiers and all sorts of customers. Army Corporal Weiss? Lando sat in the corner of the bar, slowly sipping a glass of wine. At this time, the bar counter erupted in a woman's scream, followed by a burst of wild laughter and cheers. Weiss saw the Filipino waitress in the bar being pressed down on the counter by two white men and a stocky Korean. The hostess's skirt was torn off, and she screamed and struggled, but the desperate writhing ass only drew louder and unbridled laughter. Weiss knew the girl, and knew her well.

A bald-headed, mustachioed white man swore and pressed the girl's waist, his pants already down to the crook of the knee. His head suddenly burst into flames with the beer bottle that had been smashed on it, and the whole person fell silently. The second white man felt his neck get stuck and slammed face down on the counter, and he screamed as the shards of the glass pierced his face. The South Korean was about to pull out a revolver from under his clothes, but Weiss grabbed his wrist and jerked it down. The gunfire shook the entire bar, and the bullet passed through the crook of the South Korean's leg, shattering the knee of the right leg.

The owner of the bar called the police, and then the gendarmes arrived. Weiss was sentenced to seven months in prison for assault. While in prison, he saw an advertisement from a SOF magazine. He made up his mind and soon after his release from prison chose to retire and go to Croatia. The dangerous path he chose in life had created his habit of taking things one step at a time, and he still intends to do so.

The summer heat in Lingao is unbearable, especially in the confidential conference room of the General Administration of Political Security, the doors and windows are tightly closed, and the air is impermeable. In order to ensure that no one can eavesdrop on it, this ghost place does not even have windows.

Several buckets of ice had been placed in the room, and an electric fan had been removed from the sacred ship was whirring, and everyone around the table was still sweating.

Weekly internal security meetings are being held jointly by the Directorate General of Political Security, the Investigation Executive Directorate of the Arbitral Tribunal, the Army, the Navy, the Foreign Intelligence Service, the National Police, the Customs and the Cheka.

The delegates were staring at a stack of photographs in the hands of Yang He, the head of the customs quarantine battalion, who was babbling about how he made a "major discovery." He was so proud of his discovery that he said something upside down several times.

"This must be the person we've been looking for, the guy who has disappeared on Ship A." When Yanghe came to a conclusion, Zhao Slowxiong, who was presiding over the meeting, took the photo. A slide projector has been set up in the conference room, and photos taken from all angles have been magnified and projected, and the screen shows a Caucasian Latino man, who looks less than 40 years old, is more than 1.8 meters tall, and has a lean and well-proportioned physique. Dark brown hair fell down to the side of the neck.

In the frontal photograph taken at customs, he is peacefully placing his hands on the armrests of a chair, his sun-tanned face looking ordinary and featureless. Only the soft, watery brown eyes that attracted a woman were wide open, staring at the crowd in front of the screen with a frank expression. When the fifth photo was posted, it caused a small commotion in the venue. This is a shot of the back of a white man in a quarantine camp, with a striking pattern tattooed on his broad back: an F-14 fighter jet flying over a pirate flag crossed with skulls and leg bones.

"It looks very sassy—" Blowing rain suddenly came from the east gate.

"What? You're going to stir up trouble with him? ”

"I'm just worried that he's going to cause a commotion among some of the female senators." Dongmen Blowing Rain said, "It is likely to become a factor of instability." Just like Sarina, Panpan and Miss Mendoza, these three are also unstable. ”

The office laughed. However, everyone admits that although this Latina face is not distinctive, its rugged face and strong figure are quite masculine. It is likely to be favored by modern women.

"He should be killed in secret, which is best for stability and unity." Someone said.

"In addition, the physical examination also found more than 10 obvious scars on his shoulders, abdomen and limbs," Yang He said. These surgeries could not have been done in the 17th century. ”

"What is the origin of this man? In what capacity did he enter the country? ”

"He is an attaché to the priests sent by the Jesuits," He Ying flipped through the notebook in his hand: "Lu Ruohua went to Macao three months ago and said that the Jesuits were preparing to send new missionaries to the Diocese of Lingao. This time there were four people, a priest, two monks, and this man. The Chinese name is Wei Landuo. ”

"Do we have any more information about this Wei Landuo?"

"No, the priest and the friars were questioned individually, they also did not know this man, they rarely saw him before their departure from Macau, except that his attaché was personally appointed by the President of the Macau Jesuits, Geranzani - the monks do not seem to have a good impression of him."

"Where is Wei Landuo now? Is it still in quarantine camp? "The question is from the Foreign Intelligence Service.

"He and the missionaries are now in a separate room in the quarantine camp." Yanghe said, "A sentry has been set up at the door of the room. ”

"Then what are you waiting for," said the East Gate Blowing Rain, who was present on behalf of the General Staff. "He's a spy, a saboteur, a potentially dangerous one. He should be arrested immediately, put in prison and interrogated alone, I don't believe that he can't be ugly. ”