Autumn in Poland is very charming. Gu Tie leaned in front of the window and watched the yellow, red, and green forests recede quickly from his eyes. Strange-shaped clouds hung on the treetops. There was a long line of jet marks left in the blue sky. Only It took a few minutes for him to fall asleep with regular bumps. His sleep was not stable. One after another, bizarre dreams were staged in a chaotic manner like a series of TV sets. Countless familiar faces appeared in the dream. Only his own face could be seen.
The car slowed down slowly and ran over a speed bump. Gu Tie's head hit the glass window. He suddenly woke up from his dream. At first glance, he saw the unlucky image of his splayed eyebrows and squinting eyes in the rearview mirror. I didn't react for a while. I was shocked.
"Where are you?" he asked, rubbing his head.
"Come on." Ed replied, driving a blue Seat car into a gas station. In today's Europe, gas stations that provide gasoline are as rare as giant pandas. Environmental taxes, emission taxes and basic taxes are included in the oil price. The construction tax has made gasoline prices ridiculously high. Just a sign hanging at the intersection can scare away the few gasoline drivers: 98 octane. PLN 204 per gallon.
"It's equivalent to RMB." Gu Tie has no idea about the value of Poland's national currency.
The bearded man did a simple mental calculation: "About 70 yuan per liter."
"Good boy." The Chinese stuck out his tongue: "Capitalist countries are really good at making money from taxpayers. No matter how expensive it is in China, it will not exceed 20 yuan per liter. It is still high-grade unleaded gasoline that meets the latest environmental standards."
"Europe and North America are already dominated by environmentalists." Ed curled his lips disdainfully... You can tell from the oil tiger Harley motorcycle. This guy is definitely not an environmentalist.
After filling up the 60-liter fuel tank, Ed took out a handful of cash to pay the bill. Due to the unique appearance of the two passengers in the car, the gas station attendant looked them up and down and said to the butcher and the frustrated man: "Yes. Going to Warsaw, gentlemen?"
"That's right. You know, the Chopin International Piano Competition. This guy of mine is a contestant. Although he doesn't look amazing, he has ten magical fingers." The bearded man lied without changing his expression. .
The staff member smiled and said: "I have to tell you. Starting from May this year, Warsaw passed the latest environmental regulations. The entire city has banned the entry of gasoline engine vehicles. Twenty kilometers west of here is the city of Bransk. With luck, you can rent a cheap hydrogen-powered car there or take a bus to Warsaw."
Ed patted the steering wheel: "That's it. Thanks for reminding me, man. Keep the change. You've been a big help."
"Of course. Thank you, sir." The clerk put the banknotes into his pocket with a smile. "Have a nice trip."
The car drove out of the gas station. Gu Tie asked confused, "What did you say?"
"I said we were going to participate in the Chopin Piano Competition. He said that gasoline cars are prohibited from driving in Warsaw. We have to go to the town ahead to change cars." Ed replied with a straight face. "My old buddy is going to be left behind by us."
"Wait a minute. When will the Chopin International Piano Competition be held?" Gu Tie suddenly remembered this clue. A guy from the Japanese Cabinet Intelligence and Investigation Office once mentioned this term.
"This year is an invitational competition held to commemorate the 100th anniversary of the Warsaw Philharmonic Concert Hall. It will be held on November 7." The bearded man answered without thinking.
"The day after tomorrow. Then we have to go and have a look." The Chinese rubbed his nose and thought. "There must be some connection. By the way, Lao Ai, you hypocritical guy. Obviously there are no modern facilities in the cabin. There is no TV. There is no Internet. Where do you receive these fresh news? Don’t say you subscribe to newspapers."
Ed showed no shame at all: "I must be cautious. Danger is everywhere. The enemy may be around."
The two people were chatting. After a while, the car turned off the road and drove into a small city. The city of Bransk is an insignificant place represented only by a small black dot on the map. The entire city only has one horizontal and one vertical strip. On the street, the Seat slowly stopped in front of a restaurant. "Lunch," the butcher suggested.
"Okay. Eat enough and then go on the road. There's no rush." The frustrated ghost agreed very much with this proposal.
This is a restaurant that specializes in Italian cuisine. Ed ordered Angus steak and Gu Tie ordered squid ink spaghetti. The food was quite delicious. The waiter removed the plate. The Chinese picked up the espresso and drank it habitually. He took out his mobile phone and connected to the Internet. He returned to the Pure Land through the implanted chip and took a look. As soon as he landed in his own world, he was surprised. Countless small yellow beetles were flying all over the sky under the dark thunderclouds. They represented Balvin. Gu Tie stretched out his arm and countless small beetles landed on him. He opened his back and released the short message he carried. The content of each message was the same: Meet me in the discussion group. See you or leave.
Gu Tie immediately logged out of the Internet and drank all the espresso in his cup: "Old Ai, nature is calling. I have to step away for a while."
"Please." The bearded man held up a local newspaper and browsed the news absently, while looking around with vigilant eyes.
The Chinese strolled to the restroom at the back of the restaurant. They found a "Cleaning Now" sign in front of the men's restroom. Then they locked the door to the inner restroom and made a simple trap using the fishing line and knife in their pockets. I don’t know why. He doesn’t feel safe when he comes to the bathroom. Maybe it’s because he watched too many horror movies as a child. Every horror movie has a plot that takes place in the bathroom. As a result, every time he squats on the toilet, he suspects that there is something going on in the toilet. A dark hand reached out and pinched a certain part of his body.
Covering the toilet seat, he took out his pistol and put it next to him. Gu Tie came to the Pure Land again. Then he waved his hand to break open the space and entered a private discussion group. Only a few people from the Betrayer Organization have the authority to enter the "Pure Land". Although Barr is An old comrade, an old partner. Gu Tie still kept his little secret.
This private discussion group was specially established by Gu Tie for Balvendra. It has a stable security surface of 22ppm. The theme is Exhibition Hall No. 104 of the Western Art Museum of the Hermitage (Hermitage Museum) in St. Petersburg, Russia. Ekaterin The Raphael painting treasure "Holy Family" collected by Queen Na is stored here. This is a special request of Balvendra Bishnoi. The leader of "Shiva" is an old aristocrat who has some eccentricities in painting and sculpture art. Descendants. Gu Tie always scoffed at these landlord practices. He had to make his own choice. What better scene could there be than a beach in Miami filled with beauties in bikinis in the summer.
As soon as they entered the exhibition hall, they saw Bal sitting on a carved armchair from the Tsarist Russia era. He was sipping a cup of Ceylon black tea with a sad face. The Indian heard an unusual noise and suddenly raised his head. He threw away the tea cup and started to move towards it. Gu Tie rushed over. The Chinese also extended their hands to greet him. Both of them spoke anxiously at the same time:
"How is Natalia?"
"Where are you?"
A few seconds later, the two people answered at the same time:
"She is fine. She suffered some shock. She is now recuperating in a safe house in Minsk."
"I'm in Poland. It's a long story. I seem to have made a big mistake. I provoked a bunch of very energetic guys."
Gu Tie waved his hand and tugged on Barr's sleeve: "It's impossible to figure out the situation in such a mess. Let's sit down and talk while drinking. Natalia is really fine. That's great. I thought..."
The two of them sat in a comfortable sofa chair. Gu Tie poured himself a glass of whiskey and helped the Indian pour another cup of black tea. The Chinese seemed a little guilty: "What happened in the safe house... was my fault. I don't I should believe that bastard Japanese. Damn it... But he would let Natalia go. It doesn't make sense... Don't be angry, Dad. I thought he was such a crazy guy and would let a witness go. This is simply unconscionable.”
Barr took a sip of hot tea. His eyes looked very gloomy: "Hasegawa Benban just knocked Natasha unconscious and didn't touch her again. After Natasha woke up, she burned down the safe house and went to Minsk to search for her. Shiva's liaison officer got help. She has been asking for news about you. She was the happiest person after receiving your password contact."
Only then did Gu Tie think of the awkward relationship between Balvendra and Natalya. His face turned red and he said, "Don't think too much about it. We...we are pure comrades-in-arms..."
"Come on, that's not why I'm worried." The Indian shook his head. "There's news you must know."
"Bad news." Gu Tie suddenly had a bad premonition.
"Drink first." Barr put the whiskey glass into his hand.
The Chinese drink all the wine in the glass. The implanted chip receives the signal of virtual alcohol release. It activates inhibitory neurons (gamma-aminobutyric acid) and inhibits activating neurons (glutamate, nicotine). It released a moderate sense of dullness and euphoria. Gu Tie seemed to be able to feel the alcohol flowing in his blood vessels. He took a deep breath and adjusted his sitting posture: "What kind of bad news can make you so serious? Tell me. I'm ready. alright."
"Aqiwei is missing."
"Aqige...Aruba...Aqiwe."
Gu Tie habitually muttered a few typos. Then he suddenly overturned the chair and stood up. There was no expression on his face, but his pupils were shrinking violently. "Aqiwe... After the war, she married a South African man. The son of a wealthy businessman, is he living happily in a small villa in Johannesburg? The last time I contacted Laxisi Okonkwo, he said that Azwe was doing very well..."
"No. They have not been in contact recently. I have just received news from South Africa. Seven months ago, Azwe and her husband boarded Royal Caribbean's Oasis of the Seas cruise ship from Cape Town to the Caribbean. Sea, pass through the Panama Canal, pass through Hawaii, and sail to East Asia. This is a six-month journey around the world." Balvendra narrated in a low voice.