Lin Gao Qiming

Chapter 682 Tattoo
He couldn't offend these two missionaries, he hadn't made up his mind yet, and needed those two fools to cover up his identity for the time being.In the customs of the Australians, he repeated to the local officials over and over again the same set of rhetoric that he had used to fool the Jesuits.

However, the biggest problem with this set of rhetoric is that he did not expect that Australians will implement mandatory medical examinations for all immigrants.And it was such a thorough stripping of the physical.

When Weiss took off his shirt and exposed his back, he heard the gasping hiss of doctors and officials behind him.He didn't know if their surprise was because they saw the tattoo or because they knew what it meant.If it's the latter, all his nonsense becomes meaningless.

Weiss thought that they probably installed a camera in a hidden place in the place of immigration inspection, and they had already taken pictures of themselves from all angles.

Damn, these Chinese people have definitely recognized what the tattoo on his back is.

Wes Lando never imagined that he would be a mercenary, at least not when he was a child.His mother died only a few years after he was born in a run-down Italian immigrant neighborhood in San Francisco.His father was a construction worker, and he often beat Weiss up after filling the tavern with yellow soup.But the construction worker from Calabria loves his son when he's not drunk.Weiss still remembers his father putting on his best clothes on Sundays, sitting in the wooden pews at the front of the church, smiling as he watched him lead the choir.

The choir robes were old and smelled of old sweat.Just like this Italian area.

Weiss didn't like the place where he was born. The old Italian quarter was dirty and rundown, with a stale musty smell that was isolated from the world.The streets are dangerous and chaotic.People say that when you go to America, you go to heaven, but heaven is obviously no longer in the Italian neighborhood.This is just another replica of the Italian hell.

During the summer vacation in middle school, he would rather live with his classmate Leo, take the Leo family's fishing boat, cross the Golden Gate Bay, fish under the blazing California sun, or shoot seagulls with Leo's father's old Springfield ―He quickly developed a good shot and became the killer of seagulls in the bay.The meat of seagulls cannot be eaten, but watching the balls of feathers fly away under the gun makes him feel inexplicably happy.

Lying on the deck of the fishing boat with Leo one day, he heard a roar across the sky that drowned out even the roar of the waves.Two Tomcats passed overhead, the sun framing the swept wings in gold.

"That's what I'm going to be," he told Leo, "flying a fighter jet over the ocean."

It didn't take long for the dream of becoming a fighter pilot to appear to be on the back burner.Although he is very popular with high school girls due to his outstanding physique and good looks, Weiss Lando is madly infatuated with Mrs. Warren, the new high school music teacher, a petite and charming married woman woman.She gave him music lessons, encouraged him, comforted him, and pampered him with her dream of one day being on the stage of the Metropolitan Opera, and she didn't shy away from some excessive intimacy from this fanatic teenager who was a teenager her junior. .But things went wrong in the end. Weiss and Mrs. Warren spent a whole weekend afternoon alone, and were almost shot and killed by the furious Mr. Warren.He left school and never went back.

His dreams of being an opera singer were shattered -- and that's when he found that music without Mrs. Warren didn't appeal to him.The Navy would never let a guy who didn't get a high school diploma fly a fighter jet -- they suggested he go into the sailor.

Weiss himself didn't expect that he just walked into the Army's recruiting station in a daze because he had nowhere to go. In the end, he went across the ocean to Korea and became an infantryman in the [-]nd Brigade of the [-]nd Infantry Division.In the Army, he might be able to become a sergeant, and if he can survive the contract period, he may even be able to get funding to go to college.

It happened on a pre-Christmas weekend, and the base village of Dongducheon around Casey Barracks was in a festive frenzy.In the evening, all the bars and dance halls are crowded with noisy soldiers and customers of all kinds.Corporal Weiss Lando sat in the corner of the bar, sipping a glass of wine slowly.At this time, a woman's scream broke out from the bar counter, followed by a burst of wanton laughter and cheers.Weiss saw the Filipino waitress in the bar pinned to the counter by two white men and a chunky Korean.The waitress's skirt was ripped off, and she screamed and struggled, but the desperate twisting of her ass only attracted louder and more wanton laughter.Weiss knew the girl, knew her quite well.

A white man with a bald head and a mustache cursed and pressed the girl's waist, and his trousers had fallen to the knees.His head suddenly exploded together with the beer bottle that fell on it, and he fell down without a sound.The second white man felt his neck get caught and slammed face down on the counter, screaming as shards of the glass lodged in his face.The Korean was about to pull a revolver from under his clothes, but Weiss grabbed his wrist and pushed it down sharply.The sound of gunfire shook the entire bar, and the bullet passed through the bend of the Korean's leg and shattered his right knee.

The owner of the bar called the police, who were followed by the gendarme.Weiss was sentenced to seven months in prison for the assault.While in prison, he saw an ad in a SOF magazine.He made up his mind, and soon after he was released from prison, he chose to retire and went to Croatia.The dangerous life path he has chosen has given him the habit of taking things as they come and going, and he still intends to do so now.

The hot summer in Lingao was unbearable, especially the doors and windows of the confidential conference room of the General Political Security Bureau were closed and airtight.In order to ensure that no one can eavesdrop, this ghost place doesn't even have windows.

Several buckets of ice cubes were placed in the room, and an electric fan removed from the holy ship was blowing loudly, and everyone around the table was still dripping with sweat.

The weekly internal affairs and security meeting jointly organized by the General Administration of Political Science and Security, the Investigation Executive Bureau of the Arbitration Tribunal, the Army, the Navy, the Foreign Intelligence Service, the National Police, the Customs, and the Cheka is currently being held.

The representatives were all staring at the stack of photos in the hands of Yang He, the head of the Customs Quarantine Battalion. He was babbling about how he made his "significant discovery".He was so proud of his discovery that he said certain words upside down several times.

"This must be the person we've been looking for, the missing guy on Ship A." When Yang He concluded, Zhao Manxiong, who presided over the meeting, took the photo.A slide projector has been set up in the conference room, and the photos taken from various angles are enlarged and projected. On the screen is a Latino white man, who looks less than 40 years old. He is more than 1.8 meters tall and has a lean and well-proportioned physique. .Dark brown hair fell down to the neck.

In the frontal photo taken by the customs, he was resting his hands peacefully on the armrests of the chair. His sunburned face looked ordinary, with no obvious features.Only those soft, watery brown eyes that are quite attractive to women are wide open, staring at the time-travelers in front of the screen with a candid expression.When the photo was put on the fifth one, it caused a small commotion in the venue.This is a back view taken in a quarantine camp. This white man has a very eye-catching pattern tattooed on his broad back: an F-14 fighter jet is flying over a pirate flag with crossed skulls and leg bones.

"It looks very coquettish—" Dongmen Chuiyu said suddenly.

"What? You want to have sex with him?"

"I'm just worried that he will cause turmoil among some of the female elders." Dongmen Chuyu said, "It is likely to become a factor of instability. Just like Selina, Pan Pan and Miss Mendoza, these three are also factors of instability."

There was laughter in the office.However, everyone admits that although this Latina's face is not distinctive, his rough face and strong figure are quite masculine.It is likely to be favored by the modern woman.

"It is best for stability and unity to kill him in secret," someone said.

"In addition, during the physical examination, we found more than a dozen obvious scars on his shoulders, abdomen and limbs," Yang He said. Scars from sexual surgery. These operations were impossible to do in the 17th century."

"What is the background of this person? What identity did he use to enter the country?"

"He is the entourage 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 going to send new missionaries to the Lingao Diocese. This time four Individuals, a priest, two monks, and this person. The Chinese name is Wei Landuo."

"About this Wei Landuo, do we have more information?"

"No, both the priest and the monk have been questioned individually. They also don't know this person well. They rarely saw him before leaving Macau. They only know that his entourage was personally appointed by Jelan Zani, the head of the Jesuit Society of Macau— These monks seem to have a bad impression of him."

"Where is Wei Landuo now? Are you still in the quarantine camp?" Jiang Shan from the Foreign Intelligence Service asked the question.

"He and the missionaries are now in a separate room in the quarantine camp." Yang He said, "An extra guard has been sent at the door of the room."

"Then what are you waiting for!" Dongmen Chuiyu, who was present on behalf of the general staff, said sharply. "He's a spy, a saboteur! Potentially dangerous. He should be arrested immediately and put in prison for interrogation alone! I don't believe that he can't find someone ugly."

(End of this chapter)