"You just have time to come out?" The other party finally asked.

"I'm free at two o'clock," Solomon replied calmly. From the mirror, you can clearly see that there is a visible scar under the temple.

"My name is Simon," the other man introduced himself, his hand reaching over his seat, eyes still fixed on the front. "The two red dice are now in my hands. I am authorized to give you an account. ”

Solomon shook Simon's hand and waited for him to continue explaining. However, at the moment, Simon is busy fiddling with his car. There was a traffic accident in front and the road was blocked. He pulled the car into the middle of a van and a black sedan, and resumed the conversation, his tone smug and treacherous. "We sent you this time to ask you to bring a pair of big scissors used by a gardener to cut a sunflower for us. That is, Sunflower, which is the code name of this operation plan. ”

Solomon couldn't help but feel a sense of respect for this man. This person has a lovely smile on the surface, but in fact, there is a murderous intent hidden in his blue eyes. He was like the driver from a few minutes ago.

"Sunflower is Anne. Carusset's code name," Simon continued, "I think you know who she is. ”

"Of course," replied Solomon. Annie. Carusse was only four years old, but he was already well-known. She is a real pearl – the only daughter of today's US Vice President Caruse.

Solomon leaned forward: "What mission?" Be a bodyguard? I've never been a bodyguard. ”

Simon chuckled, "Hmph, I don't think they're going to let you do it." But this mission was extraordinary. We want you to kidnap her. Do you understand? ”

Simon settled Solomon in an apartment house near Riverside Avenue.

Solomon poured himself a glass of Scotch whisky. Suddenly, he heard movement behind him. Suddenly, the muscles of his whole body tensed. The hand moved to the handle of the gun at his waist. But instead of turning around, he stood still, his eyes fixed on the copper plate hanging above the wine cabinet. Then, he immediately relaxed, picked up the bottle and poured another glass of wine.

"This time, your footsteps aren't as soft as they were last time." With that, he nodded slightly at the copper plate on the wall. The faces of two people were reflected in the copper plate at the same time. Then, he looked back at the visitor. The other was wearing a pair of faded cargo pants and an old hat. The beard was unshaven for a day.

Solomon raised his glass: "Cheers to my old friend Maclean." ”

Maclean's cup of whiskey was picked up, and the two sat down facing each other.

"It seems," Solomon said lightly, "that you want me to kidnap the daughter of Vice President Carusse." What's that for? ”

"Do you have to know the way?"

"My loyalty has never been questioned."

With a gloomy face, Maclean's face grimaced, he stood up and paced back and forth in the room. "There is a leak from the CIA." He finally said. "Someone provided intelligence for Germany. This guy is an upper-class person. And at the top. ”

Solomon nodded silently. It's not big news, it's not unheard of at the CIA.

"At first," McLean continued, "there were four people to be doubtful. We examined them one by one, and all four of them passed. So, we have to focus on the other person. Due to his prominent position, this person was not previously included in the review. It's unbelievable that he is the only man who can come and go in and out of the Oval Office at will, second only to the president! ”

Solomon stared intently at each other. There was a look of surprise on his face. "Are you kidding?"

Maclean's head snapped.

"You mean CIA Director William Jr. Francis. Raeburn? ”

"It's him."

Solomon leaned back in his chair at once. No wonder they issued him a red double emergency warning! No wonder Maclean's become so easy to get angry. It turned out that the head of the CIA, whom he had served for many years, turned out to be a traitor! Moreover, he is the president's campaign adviser and chief foreign policy adviser!

What did the president do that he didn't have a part in? This is not enough. He's also the president's closest friend!

"It's a tricky thing," said Solomon.

"It's tricky, it's explosive. Of course, the president will not take our word for it easily, and he wants us to show sufficient evidence. That's how we turned our brains to the vice president's daughter. ”

It was only then that Solomon realized that this was a big bait!

"Yes," McLean continued, "to test Rayburn, we decided to kidnap the vice president's daughter. Externally, it creates an illusion, as if Anne. Caruse fell into the clutches of his enemies. It is Rayborn's responsibility to retrieve Anne. He smiled meaningfully. We will make some subtle arrangements to make him unpredictable and even desperate, and finally lure him to jump off the wall in a hurry. ”

"Forcing him to call for help," said Solomon slowly, "is too bold and too dangerous. ”

"yes, it's a bit bold. But there is no other way. When his daughter is missing, the vice president must ask Rayburn to report the situation at any time. If Rayburn can't get it back, his prestige will inevitably decline, his power will be weakened, and his relationship with the vice president and even the president will be alienated. At that point, he had no choice but to make a desperate attempt to find those friends behind his scenes to help him out of his predicament. ”

Solomon nodded in acquiescence. It was a brilliant plan, but it was the biggest adventure of his life. He drank whiskey silently, thinking not about the purpose and motive of the action, but about the plan and method of the action.

"This thing must be done my way."

"Of course." Maclean's quick statement.

"You must not hurt that girl."

"Needless to say. Never let Anne. Carrouse is in the slightest. Once you get it, you have to transfer her abroad. ”

When Solomon heard this, his face was saddened. He is thinking about how he can hijack people through layers of obstruction in the White House, which is heavily guarded. And now, this Maclean's ingenious command to tell him to cross the heavily fortified American border!

"That's a light story!" Solomon said with a sneer.

McLean smiled slightly: "I admit that this task is very difficult. But. The kidnappings had to be rendered with an international dimension. Otherwise, Rayburn would not have turned to the Germans. ”

Solomon nodded in agreement.

"It's better to take her to Greece, where someone will pick her up."

"Okay. Take it to Greece. What do I do in the future? ”

"Wait for my orders. I will come to you, and when the time comes, you will give me the child, and I will take her back home. Until then, you'll have to try to hide her. It is estimated to take more than two weeks. ”

"Who arranges the false clues?" Solomon asked.

"Simon will do it. By the way, Simon will be in charge of the liaison between you and me. ”

The doorbell rang. It was Simon who came in.

Maclean's look at Solomon: "What else do you need, please bring it up, everything can be done." ”

"Thirty thousand dollars in cash."

"That's it?"

"It's for spend. I'll speak again later. But money wasn't the only thing I needed. ”

Simon picked up his briefcase and slung it to his lap. "This is Anne. Carusse's archival material. From the time she wakes up in the morning to the time she goes to bed at night, we know everything about the activities throughout the day. Here is also some material on the situation with the guards. He looked up at Solomon: "There are six agents who take turns guarding little Anne day and night. ”

Solomon took the material. "It's not a big problem for girls. What I need is the daily life of the people around her. ”

Maclean's instructed Simon, "You can do it." ”

"I also want to know about the correspondence from the White House."

"The White House sends 75,000 letters a week! What kind of letter do you want to know about? Simon interjected.

Then put a letter of compliment or scolding. and letters asking for photos and the like. I'll take the rest. ”

McLean nodded in approval.

"I also need to know Anne's exact height and weight."

"What else?" McLean asked.

"There's another problem, and it's a harsh one."

Solomon had a plan in his mind about the risks he would face. He was not afraid of losing his life, but he was afraid of losing his freedom. If the matter is revealed, he will inevitably have to taste the taste of being behind bars. How many years will he be in captivity. He didn't even dare to think about it.

In the past. The CIA granted him the power to act outside the law in the course of his mission. This time, however, his actions will be beyond the CIA's purview. Rayburn himself certainly wouldn't have given him that power.

"Excuse me, who directly ordered this mission?" Solomon asked.

Maclean's head shook his head in helplessness. "I can't tell you."

Solomon shrugged his shoulders: "Then I have to refuse." I can't do this unwarranted task on your own. ”

After a long silence, Maclean's mouth finally spoke: "I think you have a right to know under whose protection you are carrying out this mission. Let me tell you the truth, asylum comes from the top, that is. From the president himself. ”

The president himself! Now Solomon was really stunned.

"President?" He finally said, "Did the president personally agree to take the vice president's daughter hostage?" ”

"Yes. The president understands that the stakes are high, and that is not necessary. ”

"I dare say he has the courage!" Solomon took a sip of wine.

"How? Do you agree to do it? ”

"If you have nothing to say, I'll do it!" Solomon replied very calmly......

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Solomon unpacks a bundle of mail that Simon sent him. In the process of cleaning up such a large pile of letters, a few letters finally caught his attention.

He smiled smugly, the hijacking plan was already in his chest. He walked over to the record player and picked up a record. Franz rang out in the air. Heinemen plays the Violin Concerto by the Italian composer Verdi. The rough, majestic, high-spirited, and exciting melody inspired him to take "Sunflower" out of the country.

Solomon drove to Pier 92 and waited near customs. His expression was cold, his demeanor was calm, and his clothes were generous, all of which were very befitting of the black public car he was riding.

The passengers began to disembark. Solomon searched the crowd for the face that had already been impressed after watching the film a few hundred meters away. In fact, it was not just the face, everything about that man had been stored in the memory storehouse of his brain: Edward. Drake. Born in Manchester, England, he is 46 years old and 6 feet tall. Weighing one hundred and eighty pounds, with black hair and brown eyes, a photographer, and a similar body type.

That face finally appeared. The man was carrying a camera and a suitcase. Solomon followed.

"Mr. Drake? Edward. Mr. Drake? ”

The other party was deeply surprised. "yes, you're-"

"Frank. Jackson, U.S. Security Service. Solomon showed his papers.

Drake looked at his papers. "What's the matter?"

"It doesn't matter." Solomon reassured the other party, "It's just that I need to know something from you before you go to Indian Springs." I have a car. Ask a few questions on the way and you'll be dropped off at the hotel. ”

"Delightfully. I booked a room in Aargau. Is it far from here? ”

"Aargaugin? No, not far. However, there was a big fire on Sixth Street, and the traffic was jammed. I'm afraid I'll have to go around in circles. Solomon explained without humility or arrogance.

"We have questions about you from 1962 to 1963. You weren't in England then. Is that right? ”

"Yes, I'm in Australia."

"What for?"

"Most of the time wandering. Of course, take pictures, too. ”

From time to time, Solomon asked the other a question. In fact, he already knew all about these situations, and he did it just to kill time.

A quarter of an hour later, he drove to Lower Manhattan. The streets here are so criss-crossed that even an old New Yorker would be confused about getting around. He turned left again onto Canal Street.

"I think it's okay." When Drake finished talking about his experience in Australia, Solomon said very coldly, "We'll find out." ”

Drake nodded yes.

"This is Bohele Street." Solomon introduced.

Drake was silent. When he first arrived in New York, he just stared blankly at the world's famous slums.

Solomon recognized the van parked on the side of the road.

"Where are we?" Drake looked timid. The car drove to the back of the truck.

"Oh my God, get me out of the car!" Drake tries to open the car door. Then Solomon slammed his palm into his neck, and Drake collapsed to his seat.

He didn't die, he just fainted. Solomon didn't want to kill innocents.

At the same time that Solomon got out of the car, Simon also stepped out of the truck. Without saying a word, the two of them carried Drake into the cart with a neat movement. Simon closed the door and turned on the lights. Solomon changed his clothes in two clicks, then took out a mirror, a wooden comb, a brush, a towel, a hair dye potion, a silicon padding to padding his cheeks, and the page of Drake's passport that had the photo on it. There's a picture of a man on it that doesn't quite look like Drake or Richard. Solomon.

Five minutes later, Simon watched Solomon drive away. Then, he pulled out a bottle of whiskey, broke Drake's mouth with all his might, and poured it in. He then picked up a plastic syringe. There was no potion in the syringe, only air. He carefully poured air into the other's arm.

The air bullet that flowed through Drake's veins was to be infused into the heart at the very least.

The front desk at the Aargau King Hotel had no suspicion that Drake's passport had changed to its owner. When Solomon entered the house, he relived the life and experience of the character he was currently playing.

He has Drake's bio and photo. The report of the Federal Bureau, the certificate of the Security Service - that was issued only 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. Hiskin,

We've never met, but I'm Rowena. Drake's eldest son. Over the years, I have often listened to my mother talk about her school life and about you. She asked me to write to you about my coming to the United States. I will arrive in New York on February 1st and will be on my way to Washington two days later. I know you're the governess of the president's daughter, and to be honest, I really want to visit the White House. Edward. Drake. ”

Mrs. Hiskin's reply a few days later went like this:

"Dear Edward,

Rowena's son, hey, I didn't expect that! Your mother mentions you in almost every letter, so I feel as if I've known you for a long time. Of course, I hope to meet you soon. But what a coincidence that when you came to Washington, I happened to be away for a while. The president and his wife were visiting 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 Latch, if she could let you stay at her house for a day or two, and she said it was okay and you were welcome. I told the Security Bureau your name, I hope you don't mind, you can't do it without telling them beforehand. I also assure them that you have never broken the law or done anything bad. Please notify me if you can come.

Emily. Hiskin. ”

There's also a reply from Drake accepting the invitation. Solomon was satisfied. He decided to go around New York like a real Drake......

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Martin, who specializes in homicide on the South Side of Manhattan. Officer Schwaites said to a subordinate, "What's all the fuss about a drunken suicide?" ”

"Because the situation is a little strange, Mr. Officer. The clothes on the deceased's body were extremely greasy, as if they hadn't been washed for half a year, but the underwear was clean and clean, and it was made from London! ”

"Strange," Swifts began to be surprised, "I asked for an autopsy. Let's get in touch with the Metropolitan Police again, check the fingerprints, and see if this John. Who the hell is Dowie? ”

The summer cottages in Wayne Latch belong to the Orthodox Victorian architecture. It sits on a small hillside facing Lake Michigan. There are two places to enter the house, one is through the main entrance and the other is through the beach. Since the president's daughter lives here, both entrances are currently guarded by members of the United States Security Service around the clock.

On Wednesday morning, Solomon drove to the main entrance.

A tall man in civilian clothes walked to the car for a long time. (To be continued......)