At about 5:30 a.m. local time, Catherine and Jack boarded a plane bound for Amazonas, Brazil.

Unlike the CIA, DIA and other government departments, the semi-state and semi-private "institutions" are surprisingly loose, and the big and small heads are quite lenient in managing the operatives under their command, especially in terms of money, and it can almost be said that they fully meet the almost demanding demands of the hunting and tracking crews who are almost in a state of tension at all times. This time, for example, Jack passed through three planes on the grounds that the seats were not comfortable enough, there was no place for a laptop to charge, and the LCD screen for the movie was not large enough, and finally reluctantly secured two business-class tickets for the luxury airliner before Catherine could turn her anger into a fiery magma eruption. Even so, he still complained a little, because the 190-centimeter-long and 70-centimeter-wide seat was a little small for him at six feet three inches and two hundred pounds.

Despite her many dissatisfaction with Jack's arrangement, she decided not to care about the sin of delaying the trip for the time being when she lay down on the business class seat that was no different from the bed, pulled up a soft blanket and prepared for a comfortable nap.

"Catherine."

"What?"

"Do you want chocolate?"

"No, thank you."

"It's a pity, it's a chocolate, and it's Cointreau and French cognac, which is very good."

Jack, who was sitting next to him, didn't seem to want to rest. The shape, about three feet tall of the soft leather wall and the slightly higher, translucent frosted glass screen, Catherine could hear him tapping on the laptop keyboard, and the slight clicking sound sounded particularly clear in the quiet personal space, as if it was raining with Xiaoice and hail, and people would be drowsy after listening for a long time.

"Katherine, you have a fraternal twin sister, don't you?"

"Yes." Catherine ruffled her hair and let it run like melted gold on the snow-white pillow, then rolled over and said vaguely, "At the orphanage, we separated, you know, Jack. ”

The sound of tapping on the keyboard stopped for a moment.

"Yes, I know, what's her name...... You told me, Catherine, and her name is Catherine. ”

Jack grabbed a large handful of chocolate and stuffed it into his mouth, and a picture on the screen flashed Catherine's name, her face very similar to that of Catherine next to him, the only difference was perhaps the eyes.

Unlike the latter's blue eyes, her eyes are purple, similar to the color of violets in the rain, and are very beautiful.

………………

A black crocodile crawled slowly through a stream beneath the wooden bridge built for travelers at the Ariau Inn, the stream was clear and warm after a rainstorm, but like its other companions, its presence would be very short-lived.

The black crocodile looked up for a long time at the wooden bridge, where monkey-like creatures kept appearing, much more clumsy and much larger than monkeys, so it hoped that the wooden bridge would break like the vines in the rainforest, and that the good-looking flesh would scream and fall, preferably into its own mouth—as the largest reptile in the jungle, it had always thought it was ungraceful to run around like a little crocodile.

"Phew!"

Joe spat at the crocodile under the bridge, and of course he knew what the black stunt looked like a moldy tree. Truth be told, he would have liked to pull out his gun and give it to the guy, but it would be against the rules and would scare the nearby guests.

Guest, he snorted, and not far from him was Room 6, which looked like a big bird's nest, and on its small platform protruding, an elegant gentleman was holding his little daughter, and the meek-looking forest python was comfortably enjoying the not very common sunlight in the rainforest.

It was that damn soft reptile that made it necessary to kick Ram out of Ariahou. Ram was a good lad, but he couldn't imagine what it would be like when a guest found out that the guard was more afraid of a snake than he was. The innkeeper was a mean fellow, he didn't think about the physical or psychological condition of his subordinates as the books and newspapers said, and when he received a complaint from a customer, the only thing he would do was to fire the unlucky man, and then call the person in charge over and scold him severely, and warn him that if there was a next time, the two of them would get out of here.

Thinking of this, Joe's heart was very uncomfortable, especially when he thought about adjusting the guards' duty schedules, he felt even more headache.

Perhaps I forgot to mention that this stout man who looked like a barrel with limbs removed was the head of the guard at the Ariahu Inn, and he and one hundred and twenty young and vigorous young men were responsible for the security of the hotel and the nine superior rooms that surrounded it, and he arranged the arrangements for duty and patrol 24 hours a day, three hundred and sixty-five days a year. Although Joe was not as rude and stupid as he appeared, and had been doing this for years without any mistakes, it was always painful for him to face those dense forms.

"Joe, could you please come over for a moment?"

The gentleman with the blue eyes had seen Joe, too, and he lifted up his body and whispered in a tone of unsettling politeness, which Jo was familiar with, and he had seen many people of status, who would never shout like the nouveau riche, but would "beg" you to do something for him in that gentle voice, which barely rose or low, but this "request" was more uncomfortable than the former's command, because there was often no room for prevarication or hesitation.

"Yes, sir, I'll come."

Joe replied, hurried and steady over to them.

Anthony straightened up and watched as the big man walked down the hallway of the hexagonal treehouse along the delicate pedals, which creaked under his leather boots, raising the worry that he would fall straight into the overgrown bushes below the next moment and crush some unlucky squirrel monkey.

The fears proved unfounded, as Joe was soon standing in front of Anthony, his massive body blocking most of the sun reminded Anthony of someone he had met in a less friendly place before, who was in charge of guarding Anthony and was also Anthony's student, and he was able to switch between the two identities with ease, either way or not.

"You may be seated, Joe, please be seated. You can try this berry, it's a little sour, but it's refreshing. ”

"Thank you." Jo grabbed his hat and sat awkwardly cross-legged, while the man in front of him was reclining on a rattan couch like the nobles of ancient Rome, holding the verdant fruit in his hand. Just when Joe thought he would say the next sentence like Caesar in the movie, "Render to Caesar what is Caesar's, and to God what is God's." He spoke, "If I may, Joe, I'd like to book a small motorboat for tonight." ”

"At night? Of course, of course. ”

"Don't let anyone follow."

"Yes...... Oh no. Joe cried out in surprise: "The jungle at night is quite dangerous! "Our entourage is professionally trained, not only will they keep you safe and provide all sorts of trivial services to make your stay more enjoyable, but I promise you that when you want to be quiet, they will not make any noise except breathing, and will never do anything to scare away your fish or anything like that." ”

"Thanks, but I don't really need to."

Anthony insisted, and then he pulled out two rolls of Joe's favorite "little green baby."

"One roll is rent, one roll is yours."

Joe thought for a moment, "You'll have to pay the ship's deposit, sir." He picked up two rolls of bills and said, "Let me remind you that the jaguars in the Amazon jungle love to give a warm hug from behind." ”

"Isn't that interesting?"

Anthony looked at Sasha, who was playing with the forest beetle, and said happily.

"Okay." Joe looked at him in disbelief: "Well, Aria'u's purpose is to meet all the needs of his guests. ”

He stood up and slipped the money into the pocket of his hunting uniform.

"If you're looking for death, who can stop you?"

He said in his heart.

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"Oh...... Look at that beauty. ”

Standing on the glossy marble floor of the airport in Manaus, the capital of the Brazilian state of Amazonas, Jack smiled and greeted a plump beauty with large brown wavy curly hair, who was tall and handsome, and his warm but not obscene gaze was immediately exchanged for the latter's charming eyes.

"If it weren't for the fact that there was a burden by my side," said Jack regretfully, grabbing Catherine as she was about to walk away, "I think I could have had a good time." Catherine," he said in a much lower voice, "is the eighth most dangerous airport in the world out of 22. You can be angry with me, but you can't leave me, unless you want to be one of the new guys in some underground casino or brothel tomorrow. ”

"I'm just wondering how long you want to delay, the atmosphere here makes me uncomfortable."

"Then let's go now."

"Where are you going?"

Jack and Catherine walked out of the airport hall quickly, and the loud noise and harsh sunlight filled Catherine's already groggy head at once.

"Go to Ariau."

"What!?"

"Hey! It's Jack. Mr. and Mrs. White? ”

A dark-skinned young man stood in front of a brand-new Kosa sedan, waving a large sign with their names on it and shouting.

"When did I become ......?"

"Shhhhhhh Jack who came to visit the beautiful and mysterious Amazon, full of curiosity. Mr. and Mrs. White are better than the two young men and women who have nothing to do with each other, and who probe their brains all day long. Oh, yes," Jack pulled a silver ring from his left hand with three rings, and put it on her left ring finger despite Catherine's resistance, "I won't ask you to fulfill your obligations as a wife, but in exchange, you have to allow me to cheat." ”

"You disgusting fellow! Go to hell! ”

"That's what she likes to call me," Jack explained to the young man, fluent in Portuguese, who looked at an angry Catherine and gave Jack an understanding smile.

"Mr. Daga has entrusted me to tell you that he wishes you a happy marriage. And I beg your pardon for not being able to come and pick you up in person. ”

"Thank you, tell him, just have a car, as for the question of whether he came to pick me up in person...... I wouldn't have taken his car until I had no intention of committing suicide. Jack stuffed Catherine into the carriage and shook the young man's hand in farewell.

"There are maps in the car, and there is also a satellite nav, I hope you don't get lost."

"I don't think my luck will be so bad, goodbye, thank you very much."

Jack leaned out of the cab and shook the young man's hand.

"Goodbye! ~Have a nice trip! ”

The young man shouted after the starting car.

"What a warm man, don't you think? Catherine. ”

"How do you know the target is in Ariaú?"

Jack shrugged his shoulders at Catherine's answer: "Do you remember the spending records we found on Rowos?" That Anthony. Mr. Hopkins's. ”

"I don't remember much, what's the problem?"

"His taste is quite elegant and unique." Jack said as he turned the steering wheel, "STATOS, Burberry, GUCCI RUSH FOR MEN......"

"What are these?"

"STATOS is a rich but not smoky cigar, and those who taste it can enjoy the rich aroma and fresh comfort of the cigar at the same time, which is perfect for a relaxing moment when you can enjoy the smoke during the day. Burberry is a veteran British clothing brand. In 1835 Thomas Palpeli designed a waterproof coat called "Rolling Betting", which was named "Burberry" because of Edward VII's customary order to "give me Burberry".

GUCCI RUSH FOR MEN, ON THE OTHER HAND, IS A MEN'S FRAGRANCE THAT IS UNIQUE IN ITS WOODY FRESH SCENT. Its scent is a blend of lavender, cypress, sandalwood, amber, Okoume wood, fir wood, gray musk sandalwood and other natural notes. Dry, stable, peaceful, as advertised, it conveys that ...... That's right, passionate and calm, passionate and brutal self-confidence. ”

Jack glanced at a dazed Catherine through the front rearview mirror in the driver's seat.

"Our opponents are basically people who think they have blue blood (the ancient European aristocracy thought that their blood was blue), you know? They don't bother to squat at a fast-food restaurant to eat chips or buy pants at a flea market. It's the rules of the game, and it's a sad habit, and it's not something that can be changed by how long you eat garbage in prison or in a hospital, how long you wear a bondage suit. ”

"What does that have to do with Ariaú?"

"God, Katherine, turn on my computer and see what the most expensive and secluded forest lodge in the whole of Amazonas is!?"

"But......," said Catherine, shaking her head, "did you do all these things when you were on the plane?" ”

"Nope."

Jack smiled hatefully in the rearview mirror.

"There's still time to wait for the plane, if you're willing to let me wait for another flight, I might even be able to find out what brand of toilet paper he usually uses, the Internet is a good thing, isn't it?"

(To be continued)