"There's one word your son mentions many times, and I dare say you know the word — the final veto."

Bronze slowed down and slowly drove past the police car along the narrow street. As the wheels ran over the puddle, muddy water splashed, and the two policemen looked up at Citroën and then turned back to continue the conversation with the man on the porch.

"Besides, you're not sure what the connection is between these cops and Ryan." Reich said.

"You know as well as I do – we can't think it's a coincidence. If I were Ryan, this would be where I should be first. He's going here to avenge the woman who betrayed him. There is a way to determine this. I stop the car and you walk over and talk to the police. Do you want me to do that? ”

"Oh my God, no. Keep going. I'm a Chinese, they'll ask me why I'm interested in it, they'll ask a lot of questions, and I'll have to show my ID. ”

"yes. If the terrorists have given Ryan evidence of the alleged bombing to the police, if the police have linked him to the events in this apartment building, then they will link you to him and to the Tiber Club bombing. Isn't that a terrible situation? ”

"Do you think Ryan found the woman?" Reich's voice was filled with deep concern.

"I doubt it. There are no ambulances here. Bronze sped onto another street.

"You're worried he's going to kill that woman in a fit of rage?"

"No, I'm worried about the opposite."

"I don't understand."

"She killed him." Bronze said, "Your son is no match for her. To make matters worse, he was too proud to recognize it. These guys are all seasoned killers, and they do this very well, and they love it. Teasing Ryan makes them happy, but if they think Ryan has become a serious threat to them, they will kill him immediately. He may not even be able to leave a whole body for burial. ”

Reich tensed and sat up straighter. "How can we stop him?"

The bronze squinted over the windshield wipers that bobbed back and forth and glanced out of the car. "Your son likes to litter the apartment with papers. Let's say, have a list and address of his informants. ”

"God, you're telling me how bad his work is?"

"I have a feeling that you didn't listen to me at all. 23 people died, 43 were injured. This is enough to show how poor his ability to work is. ”

"That list," Reich said annoyedly, "why did you mention that list?" ”

"I wrote it all down before I burned it," said bronze, "and Renata's name and address were at the top of the list." It was logical that he would first go there. I think it's logical that he'll go to all the other addresses one by one until he finds her. ”

"But if they're really terrorists, they're not going to stay in these places."

"Exactly." Bronze jerked around a street corner. "They're veterans and won't give Ryan their real address. Renata may have used the apartment as a shelter as part of their scam. But it seems that Ryan didn't think about that. He was furious at the moment, and he wanted nothing more than revenge. The people who lived in those places were threatened by him, but they didn't know what was going on. Perhaps, Renata was hoping that he would do it, or maybe it was her last joke. ”

Reich asked anxiously, "What's the closest address on the list?" ”

"It's across the river, but I don't think it's necessary to go there. He's a lot ahead of us. "The bronze sped up the car, and the tires sizzled on the wet road." Now he may have reached the third or fourth address. I'm going to go to these places one by one in reverse order, first to the last address and then to the penultimate one. Hopefully we'll run into him. ”

The rain is getting heavier and heavier. The only condition in our favor, thought Bronze, was that it was the middle of the night, and there was no traffic jam to delay us.

However, on slippery ground, he had to give his full attention in order to drive fast and prevent accidents. He had slept soundly the night before. Due to lack of rest, he has not been able to recover from jet lag syndrome. Now, he was feeling more and more sleepy. His eyelids were astringent, his head ached, and he felt a sense of pressure behind his ears.

Surprisingly, Reich, who was that old, didn't show the slightest sign of jet lag. His tall figure still sat straight. He pointed outside and asked, "Where are those tall buildings?" ”

"An abandoned warehouse." Bronze stopped to check the map, drove onto a narrow street, and then onto another. The streets are darker than the other, and each narrower than the other. He struggled to make out the house numbers on the buildings that were huddled one after the other. In front of a door, he stopped. "This is the address."

Reich looked out the window with his eyes wide open. "Everything was calm, there were no lights and no police."

"Looks like he's not been here yet." The sound inside the car made Bronze quickly turn around.

Reich grabbed the door handle with one hand and was stepping out of the car. In the dark rain and mist, he could only be faintly seen standing on the side of the road.

"You're going to—"

"It's been many years," Reich said with dignity, "but I still remember how I should have tracked and watched." Leave me here and you'll go to the next address alone. ”

"But—"

"Maybe my son is already here, maybe he's on his way here. If we both go to the next address, we might miss him inadvertently. But if you leave me here like this, at least nothing will happen to this place. ”

"I don't think it's a good idea to split the army."

"If I were someone your age, would you argue with me and disagree with me about this?"

“…… No. ”

"You don't have anything to say now." Reich began to close the car door.

"Wait." Bronze said.

"I'm not going to let you convince me to change my mind."

"I'm not trying to convince you. Well, you'd better bring this. When I learned that you were coming to Shanghai, I asked them to send a package to the office of the foreign bank. I've been waiting to see if it's necessary to give it to you. ”

"A pistol?" Reich was taken aback and said, "You really think I need to put a gun on my son?" ”

"I have a very ominous premonition about what is going to happen tonight."

"I refuse—"

"Bring a gun, or I won't let you stay here."

Reic's dark eyes were full of eagerness. He looked at the bronze for a moment, then took the pistol.

"I'm going to get back as soon as I can." Bronze said, "How did I find you?" ”

"Drive slowly through this area and I'll find you." Reich closed the door, tucked his pistol into his suit, turned and walked away, disappearing into the darkness. It wasn't until the old man's figure shrouded in rain and mist disappeared out of range of Citroën's headlights that Bronze started the car.

Bronze took 8 minutes to get to the penultimate address on the list. Along the way, he had been thinking about what he would do if there was no sign that Ryan had been there. Do you wait there, or do you want to go to another address?

What happened next fixed the problem. Even though it was still a few blocks away, Bronze could hear the shrill whistle of sirens in the darkness. He saw a blood-red flame rising from the hazy sky above a building under the rain and fog. His stomach tightened with fear. He drove Citroën down the street he was going to, until the brightly lit, rumbling fire trucks and other emergency vehicles slammed the brakes. Tongues of fire licked at the windows of an apartment building, black smoke billowing out. Firefighters aimed their taps at the blazing flames, while the ambulance crews were busy caring for the survivors, draping them in blankets and helping them get oxygen.

Bronze jumped off the Citroen in horror and squeezed as far as he could to the fire in order to determine if the burning building was the place he was looking for. He then hurried past the growing crowd of onlookers, ran back to the car, turned around, and quickly plunged into the rain.

His heart was pounding. What happened, he wondered. Could it be that Ryan, in retaliation, set fire to an apartment building in an attempt to trap the terrorists in the fire? But even someone as angry as Ryan would have thought that it would hurt the inhabitants other than the terrorists—even if the terrorists were really hurt, even if they were so stupid, they would still be where they had told Ryan.

Bronze thought, I only need to go to one place, the place where I left his father. He drove anxiously through the rainy night. Citroen suddenly skidd, but he was able to control it again. Near the warehouse, he turned again onto a narrow street, then another. He felt as if he was caught in a narrow encirclement. Only half a block from where he had left Ryan's father, a tall, sturdy figure suddenly appeared in the glare of his headlights. Bronze slammed on the brake pad and slammed the steering wheel to the side, nearly hitting the man. The man was all over his body, looking up at the thunderous and lightning, cloudy sky, shaking his fists and shouting.

This man was none other than Ryan. The bronze windows were closed, and it wasn't until he hurried out of the Citroen, rushed through puddles, and grabbed Ryan that he heard Ryan yelling something.

"Liar! Bastard! ”

The bronze did not turn off the headlights. In the light, he saw the rain running down Ryan's cheeks.

"Coward!"

Lights were lit up in some of the windows.

"You've got to get off this street with me." Bronze said.

"Come and duel with me!" Ryan screamed inexplicably into the darkness.

There were also some windows with lights on.

"Come and duel with me!"

The icy rain soaked through his bronzed hair and poured into his neck. "The police will come looking for you. You can't stay here. I've got to get you out of here. He dragged Ryan toward the car.

Ryan struggled. More windows were lit up.

"For the sake of the party and the state, come with me." Bronze said, "Have you seen your father?" I left him here. ”

"Bastard!"

"Ryan, listen to me, have you seen your father?"

Ryan broke free of his bronze hands and shook his fist at the sky again. "You're scared!"

"What's going on down there?" A man asked aloud in Italian from an upstairs apartment. Apparently an Italian merchant in the concession.

Bronze grabs Ryan. "If you make such a fuss, your father will definitely know that you are here. He should be with us now. Listen, I have to know if you've seen him. ”

A premonition gripped the bronze, and he felt cold all over. "Oh my gosh, no. Ryan, what happened to your father? ”

Ryan didn't react. Bronze slapped him twice and shook his head so hard that the rain splashed all over his face.

Ryan looked horrified, and the Citroen's headlights shone on his lost expression.

"Tell me where your father is!"

Ryan stumbled into the distance.

Bronze followed worriedly. He could see where Ryan was taking him—the address that Ryan's father intended to monitor. Even though it was a dark and rainy night, Bronze could still see that the door was open.

He struggled to restrain his excessively rapid breathing and pulled his pistol from under his jacket. As Ryan entered, Bronze made him bend down, and he hunched over and followed him. His eyes had fully adjusted to the darkness, and he saw that he was in a courtyard. He noticed a wooden crate on the right, and quickly pushed Ryan to hide behind it. He knelt on the wet cobblestone block and rested his arms on the cargo box ready to shoot. He scrutinized the obscure objects in the courtyard, and looked up at the balustrades to the left, right, and the almost illegible balcony railings in front of him.

"Ryan, show me where he is." Bronze whispered.

At first, he wasn't sure if Ryan heard him, but then he saw Ryan change his posture and realize that Ryan was pointing to himself. Now that his vision was more accustomed to the darkness, he could see a white mass in the farthest corner to the right.

"Stay here and don't move." He said a word of advice, and rushed to the back of another container. He picked up his gun, looked around nervously, and then rushed forward again. This time, he hid behind what appeared to be an ancient well. His clothes were soaked, all clinging to his body, and his muscles were clamped tightly. He was so close that he could tell that the white mass was hair—Reich's hair. The old man was half-lying with his back against a wall, his arms hanging at his sides, his chin on his chest.

It looks like the situation is very bad, and it seems that it is no longer working.

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