He couldn't offend these two missionaries. He hadn't made up his mind yet. He still needed the two fools to conceal his identity for the time being. In the Australian customs, he repeated his original words to the local officials over and over again.
The rhetoric used to fool the Jesuits.
However, the biggest problem with this rhetoric is that he did not expect that Australia would implement mandatory medical examinations for all immigrants. And the physical examination would be so thorough.
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 because they saw the tattoo or because they knew the meaning of the tattoo.
.If it’s the latter, all his nonsense will become 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 people have definitely recognized what the tattoo on his back is.
Weiss Lando never thought that he would engage in the mercenary profession, at least not when he was a child. A few years after he was born in a dilapidated Italian immigrant neighborhood in San Francisco, his mother passed away. His father was a construction worker.
Put on your best clothes, sit on the wooden bench in the front row of the church, and smile as you look at yourself as the cantor in 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 were dangerous and chaotic. People said that they would go to heaven when they came to America, but heaven was obviously no longer Italy.
The Quarter. It's just another replica of Italy's 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 good marksmanship and became a killer of seagulls in the bay. The meat of seagulls cannot be eaten, but watching the clumps of feathers flying away under the muzzle of the gun made him feel inexplicably happy.
One day, he and Leo were lying on the deck of a fishing boat and heard a roar across the sky, which even overwhelmed the roar of the waves. Two Tomcat fighter jets passed over their heads, and the sun outlined a picture of the swept wings.
Golden outline.
"I want to be that guy," he told Leo, "flying a fighter jet across the ocean."
His dream of becoming a fighter pilot soon seemed to have been forgotten. Although he was popular with many high school girls for his outstanding physique and good looks, Weiss Lando was madly infatuated with Mrs. Warren. In high school,
’s new music teacher, a petite and charming married 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, and she did not shy away from it.
This fanatical boy who was more than ten years younger than her showed some excessive affection towards herself. But things eventually went wrong. After Weiss and Mrs. Warren were alone together for a whole weekend afternoon, Weiss was almost shot by the furious Mr. Warren.
Beaten to death. He left school and never went back.
His dream of being an opera singer was shattered - at this time he found that music without Mrs. Warren had no appeal to him. The Navy would never let a guy without a high school diploma fly a fighter jet - they suggested that he
Go be a sailor.
Weiss himself did not expect that he just walked into the Army recruiting station in a daze because he had nowhere to go. He eventually crossed the ocean to South Korea and became an infantryman in the 2nd Brigade of the 2nd Infantry Division. In the Army
He might be able to become a sergeant there, and if he could successfully pass the contract period, he might even get funding to go to college.
The incident took place on the weekend before Christmas, and the Dongducheon base village around Casey Barracks was enveloped in festive fervor. At night, all the bars and dance halls were crowded with noisy soldiers and all kinds of people.
Customer, Army Corporal Weiss Lando 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 the Filipino waitress in the bar
She was pushed down on the counter by two white men and a short, fat Korean. The waitress's skirt was torn off. She screamed and struggled hard, but the twitching of her buttocks only caused louder and more unrestrained laughter. Weiss knew him.
That girl, I know her quite well.
A white man with a bald head and a mustache cursed and held down the girl's waist. His pants had already dropped to the bend of her knees. His head suddenly hit the beer bottle and the beer bottle burst into pieces, and the whole person fell down silently.
Go down. The second white man felt his neck being caught and was slammed face down on the counter. He screamed because the fragments of the glass were pierced into his face. The Korean man was about to take it out from under his clothes.
A revolver, but Weiss pinched his wrist and pushed it down violently. The sound of the gunshot shook the entire bar, and the bullet passed through the Korean's leg, shattering the knee of his right leg.
The bar owner called the police, and then the military police arrived. Weiss was sentenced to seven months in prison for assault. In prison, he saw an advertisement in a sof magazine. He made up his mind. After he was released from prison,
He soon chose to retire and go to Croatia. The dangerous life path he chose has created his habit of taking things as they come and taking things one step at a time, and he still plans to do so now.
The summer in Lingao is unbearably hot, especially in the confidential conference room of the General Security Bureau, where the doors and windows are tightly closed and airtight. In order to ensure that no one can eavesdrop, this ghost place doesn't even have windows.
There were several buckets of ice cubes placed in the room, and an electric fan removed from the holy ship was blowing loudly. Everyone around the table was still sweating profusely.
Weekly internal security meetings jointly held by the General Administration of Political and Security, the Bureau of Investigation and Execution of the Arbitral Tribunal, the Army, the Navy, the Foreign Intelligence Service, the National Police, Customs, and the Cheka are currently being held.
The representatives were all staring at a stack of photos in the hands of Yang He, the commander of the Customs and Quarantine Battalion. He was rambling on about how he made a "major discovery." He was so proud of his discovery that some of his words were reversed.
Said it 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 was presiding over the meeting, took the photos. A slide projector had been set up in the conference room, and one by one from various places The photo taken at an angle was enlarged and projected. The person on the screen was a Latino Caucasian man who looked less than 40 years old. He was over 1.8 meters tall and had a strong and well-proportioned build. His dark brown hair was spread down to the side of his neck.
In the frontal photo taken by the customs, he was placing his hands peacefully on the armrests of the chair. His sun-stained face looked ordinary and had no obvious features. Only his soft, watery eyes that attracted women. Wang Wang’s brown eyes were wide open, and he was staring at the people in front of the screen with a candid expression. When the fifth photo was taken, it caused a small commotion in the venue. This photo was taken in the quarantine camp. On the back of the white man, a very eye-catching pattern is 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, "He may become a factor of instability. Just like Miss Salina, Pan Pan and Miss Mendoza, they are also factors of instability."
The office laughed. However, everyone admitted that although this Latino's face was unremarkable, his rough face and strong figure were quite masculine. He was 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 also 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 not have been possible 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: "Lu Ruohua went to Macau three months ago and said that the Jesuits were preparing to send new missionaries to Lingao Diocese. This time four missionaries came Individuals, a priest, two monks, and this person. His Chinese name is Wei Landuo."
"Do we have more information about this Wei Landuo?"
"No, the priests and monks have been questioned individually. They also don't know this person. They rarely saw him before setting off from Macau. They only know that his entourage was personally appointed by the Jesuit president of Macau, Gelanzani - These monks seem to have a bad impression of him."
"Where is Wei Landuo now? Is he 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 attending the meeting on behalf of the General Staff, said sternly. "He is a spy, a saboteur! A potentially dangerous element. He should be arrested immediately and put in prison for separate interrogation! I don't believe that I can't find out who Chouyin is. Come on."