Chapter 138 Tattoo
He couldn't offend these two missionaries. He hadn't completely made up his mind yet, and he still needed those two fools to conceal his identity for the time being. [No pop-up novel website] In the Australian customs, he repeated over and over again to the local officials the same rhetoric he used to fool the Jesuits.
However, the biggest problem with this rhetoric is that he did not expect that Australians would implement mandatory medical examinations for all immigrants. And so thoroughly stripped down to physical examination.
When Weiss took off his shirt and exposed his back, he heard gasps and hisses from the doctors and officials behind him. He wasn't sure whether their surprise was due to seeing the tattoo or knowing its meaning. If it was the latter, all his nonsense would be meaningless.
Weiss thought that they probably had a camera placed in a hidden place at the immigration inspection area, and they had taken pictures of themselves from all angles.
Damn, these Chinese guys definitely recognized what the tattoo on his back was.
Weiss Lando never thought that he would engage in the mercenary profession, at least not when he was a child. His mother died a few years after he was born in a shabby Italian immigrant neighborhood in San Francisco. His father was a construction worker and would often beat Weiss up after drinking too much soup in a tavern. But when the construction worker from Calabria was not drunk, he doted on his son. Weiss still remembers his father putting on his best clothes on Sundays, sitting on the wooden pews in the front row of the church, and smiling as he watched him lead the choir.
The choir robes were very old and smelled of sweat accumulated over the years. Just like this Italian district.
Weiss didn't like the place where he was born. The old Italian district was dirty and dilapidated, with a musty smell of isolation and staleness. The streets are dangerous and chaotic. People say they go to heaven when they come to America, but heaven is clearly no longer an Italian neighborhood. This is just another replica of Italian hell.
During the summer vacation in middle school, he would rather live with his classmate Leo, ride Leo's family's fishing boat through the Golden Gate Bay, fish under 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 meat of seagulls cannot be eaten, but watching the clumps of feathers flying away under the muzzle made him feel inexplicably happy.
One day, he and Leo were lying on the deck of the fishing boat and heard a roar across the sky, which even overwhelmed the roar of the waves. Two Tomcat fighter jets passed overhead, the sun creating a golden outline on their swept wings.
“I want to be that guy,” he told Leo, “flying a fighter jet across the ocean.”
The dream of becoming a fighter pilot soon seemed to have been put on the back burner. Although he is popular among high school girls for his outstanding physique and good looks, Weiss Lando is madly infatuated with Mrs. Warren, the new music teacher in the high school, a petite and charming married woman. woman. She gave him music tutoring lessons, encouraged him, comforted him, and pampered him with her dream of one day appearing on the stage of the Metropolitan Opera House. At the same time, she did not shy away from this fanatical boy who was more than ten years younger than her showing some excessive affection towards her. . But things eventually went wrong. After Weiss and Mrs. Warren were alone together for a whole weekend afternoon, Weiss was almost shot to death by the furious Mr. Warren. He left school and never went back.
His dream of being an opera singer was shattered - now he found that Mrs. Warren's music had no appeal to him. The Navy would never let a guy without a high school diploma fly a fighter jet - they suggested he become a sailor.
Weiss himself did not expect that he just walked into the recruiting station of the Sixth Army in a daze because he had nowhere to go. He ended up crossing the ocean to South Korea and became an infantryman in the 2nd Brigade of the 2nd Infantry Division. He might be able to become a sergeant in the Army, and if he could successfully pass the contract period, he might even get funding to go to college.
The incident occurred on the weekend before Christmas, and the Dongducheon Base Village surrounding Camp Casey was enveloped in holiday fever. In the evening, all the bars and dance halls were crowded with noisy soldiers and all kinds of customers. Corporal Weiss Lando of the Army Corps was sitting in the corner of the bar, slowly sipping a glass of wine. At this time, a woman's scream erupted from the bar counter, followed by a burst of wild laughter and cheers. Weiss saw a Filipino waitress in the bar being pinned to the counter by two white men and a short, fat Korean man. The waitress's skirt was torn off. She screamed and struggled, but the squirming of her buttocks only caused louder and more unrestrained laughter. Weiss knew the girl and was quite familiar with her.
A white man with a bald head and a mustache cursed and held down the girl's waist. His pants had fallen to the bend of his knees. His head suddenly exploded with the beer bottle that hit it, and he fell down silently. The second white man felt his neck being clamped and he was slammed face down on the counter, screaming as shards of glass pierced his face. The Korean was about to pull out a revolver from under his clothes, but Weiss grabbed his wrist and pushed it down. The sound of gunfire shook the entire bar. The bullet passed through the Korean's leg and shattered the knee of his right leg.
The bar owner called the police, who later arrived. Weiss was sentenced to seven months in prison for the assault. In prison, he saw an advertisement in an F magazine. He made up his mind and chose to retire soon after his release from prison and went to Croatia. The dangerous life path he chose gave him the habit of taking things as they come, taking things one step at a time, and he still intends to do so.
The summer in Lingao is unbearably hot, especially in the confidential conference room of the General Political Security Administration, with the doors and windows tightly closed and airtight. To ensure that no one could eavesdrop, this damn place didn’t even have windows.
There were several buckets of ice cubes placed in the room, an electric fan removed from the holy ship was blowing loudly, and everyone around the table was still dripping with sweat.
A weekly internal security meeting jointly held by the General Administration of Political and Security, the Investigation and Execution Bureau of the Arbitral Tribunal, the Sixth Army, the Navy, the Foreign Intelligence Service, the National Police, Customs, and Cheka is currently being held.
The representatives were all staring at the stack of photos in the hands of Yang He, the commander of the Customs and Quarantine Battalion. He was rambling on about how he achieved his "big achievement." He was so proud of his achievements that he said certain words upside down several times.
"This must be the person we have been looking for, the guy who disappeared on board A." When Yang He came to the conclusion, Zhao Manxiong, who presided over the meeting, took the photo. A slide projector has been set up in the conference room, and photos taken from various angles are enlarged and projected. The person on the screen is a Latino Caucasian man, who looks less than 40 years old, is over 1.8 meters tall, and has a strong and muscular physique. Well proportioned. The dark brown hair is spread down to the side of the neck.
In the frontal photo taken by the customs, he was placing his hands peacefully on the armrests of the chair. His sun-tanned face looked ordinary and had no obvious features. Only the soft, watery brown eyes that are quite attractive to women are wide open, and they are staring at the people in front of the screen with a frank expression. When the fifth photo was taken, it caused a small commotion in the venue. This is a back view of Zhang taken in the quarantine camp. This white man has a very eye-catching pattern tattooed on his broad back: an F-14 fighter jet flying over a pirate flag with crossed skulls and leg bones.
"Looking very coquettish-" Dongmen Chuiyu suddenly said this.
"What? You want to have sex with him?"
"I'm just worried that he will cause commotion among some female senators." Dongmen Chuiyu said, "It is very likely to become a factor of instability. Just like Miss Salina, Pan Pan and Miss Mendoza, these three are also factors of instability."
There was laughter in the office. However, everyone admitted that although this Latino's face was unremarkable, his rough face and strong figure were quite masculine. It is likely to be favored by modern women.
"It is best for stability and unity to kill him secretly," someone said.
"In addition, during the physical examination, it was found that there were more than ten obvious scars on his shoulders, abdomen and limbs," Yang He said. "We took photos one by one. It was identified that some were from gunshot wounds and some were old." Sexual surgery scars. These surgeries would have been impossible to do in the 17th century."
"Who is this person? What identity did he use to enter the country?"
"He is the attaché of the priest sent by the Jesuits," He Ying flipped through the notebook in his hand: "Liu Ruohua went to Macau three months ago and said that the Jesuits were preparing to send new missionaries to Lingao Diocese. This time There were four people, a priest, two monks, and this guy. His Chinese name is Wei Landuo."
"Do we have more information about this Wei Landuo?"
"No, I have inquired individually with the priests and monks. They also don't know this person. They rarely saw him before leaving Macau. They only know that his entourage was personally appointed by the Jesuit president of Macau, Gelanzani - this Several monks seemed to have a bad impression of him.”
"Where is Wei Landuo now? Are you still in the quarantine camp?" The question came from Jiang Shan of the Foreign Intelligence Service.
"He and the missionaries are now in a separate room in the quarantine camp." Yang He said, "An additional sentry has been posted at the door of the room."
"Then what are you waiting for?" Dongmen Chuiyu, who was present on behalf of the General Staff, said sternly. "He is a spy, a saboteur, and a potentially dangerous element. He should be arrested immediately and put in prison for separate interrogation. I don't believe that he can't find out the ugly Yinmao." a! ~!
