cc.floodtide-第23节
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〃They've been monitoring you from across the lake？〃 she asked； puzzled。
〃Someone over there thinks I have beady eyes and can't be trusted。〃
She looked at his face； trying to distinguish his features； but saw no details in the dark。 〃Who are you； Mr。 Pitt？〃
〃Me？〃 he said； pulling his feet out of the dry suit。 〃I'm just an ordinary guy who came to the lake to unwind and fish。〃
〃You are far from ordinary；〃 she said softly； turning and gazing at the dying flames and smoldering embers of the dock。 〃No ordinary man could have acplished what you did tonight。〃
〃And you； Ms。 Lee？ Why is a highly intelligent lady who speaks flawless English and associates with a bunch of illegal immigrants thrown into a lake with weights tied around her ankles？〃
〃You know they're illegals？〃 〃If they're not； they don't hide it very well。〃 She shrugged。 〃I guess it's useless to pretend I'm somebody I'm not。 I can't flash my badge； but I'm a special undercover agent with the Immigration and Naturalization Service。 And I would be most grateful if you could get me to a telephone。〃
〃I've always been putty in the hands of women。〃 He walked over to a tree； reached up under the branches and returned。 He handed her his Indium satellite phone。 〃Call your superiors and tell them what's going on here；〃 he advised。 〃Tell them the building on the lake is a prison for illegal immigrants。 For what purpose； I can't say。 Tell them the lake bed is littered with hundreds； maybe thousands of dead bodies。 Why； I can't say。 Tell them the security is first…rate and the guards are heavily armed； and tell them to get here fast before the evidence is either shot； drowned or burned to death。 Then tell them to call Admiral James Sandecker at the National Underwater and Marine Agency and say his special projects director wants to e home and to send a taxi。〃
Julia looked at Pitt's face in the dim starlight； trying to read something； her eyes wide and questioning； her lips slowly forming the words。 〃You are an amazing man； Dirk Pitt。 A director of NUMA。 I'd have never guessed in a thousand years。 Since when do they train marine scientists to be assassins and arsonists？〃
〃Since midnight；〃 he said briefly as he turned and set off for the cabin。 〃And I'm not a scientist； I'm an engineer。 Now make your call； and hurry。 As sure as the sun sets in the west； we're going to have pany very soon。〃
Ten minutes later Pitt returned from the house loaded down with a small box of food and ten blankets。 He had also hurriedly changed into more practical clothes。 He failed to hear the silenced pair of bullets that smashed into the radiator of his rental car。 He only caught the antifreeze flooding the ground under the front bumper when it reflected off the night…lights he'd left burning on the porch of the cabin。
〃So much for driving out of here；〃 he said quietly to Julia as she distributed what little food he had； and he passed out the blankets to the shivering Chinese。 〃What do you mean？〃 she asked。
〃Your friends just punctured my radiator。 We wouldn't make the main highway before the engine heated up and the bearings froze。〃
〃I wish you'd stop calling them my friends；〃 she said flippantly。
〃Merely a form of speech。〃
〃I fail to see a problem。 The lake will be crawling with INS and FBI agents in another hour。〃
〃Too late；〃 said Pitt seriously。 〃Shang's men will be all over us long before they arrive。 By disabling my car； they bought time to organize a raiding party。 They're probably closing off the road and forming a net around the cabin while we stand here。〃
〃You can't expect these people to hike miles through the woods in the dark；〃 said Julia firmly。 〃They can endure no more。 There must be another way to get them to safety。 You have to think of something。〃
〃Why does it always have to be me？〃
〃Because you're all we've got。〃 I Feminine logic； Pitt mused。 How do they e by it？ 〃Are you in the mood for romance？〃
〃Romance？〃 She was pletely taken aback。 〃At a time j like this？ Are you crazy？〃
〃Not really；〃 said Pitt casually。 〃But you must admit； it's a lovely night for a boat ride under the stars。〃
They came to kill Pitt shortly before dawn。 They came quietly and deliberately； surrounding and approaching the cabin in a well…timed and organized operation。 Kung Chong spoke softly into his portable radio； coordinating his men's movements。 Kung Chong was an old hand at conducting raids on houses of dissidents when he was an agent with the People's Republic intelligence service。 He did not like what he saw of the cabin from the woods。 The outside floodlights were on around the porch； playing havoc with the raiders' night vision。
The lights of every room were also turned on； and country…western music blasted from a radio。
His team of twenty men had converged on the cabin along the road and through the forest after his advance scout radioed that he had shot holes in the radiator of the occupant's car。 Kung Chong was certain that all paths of escape were cut off and that no one had passed through his cordon。 Whoever was living in the cabin had to be there。 And yet Kung Chong sensed all was not going according to plan。
Throwing light around a darkened building usually indicated an ambush by people waiting to open fire inside。 The brightly lit yard canceled the use of night glasses。 But this situation was different。 The illuminated interior rooms and the loud music puzzled Kung Chong。 Total surprise seemed out of the question。 Until his men could gain the relative safety of the cabin walls and break through the doors； they were sitting ducks to anyone with automatic weapons as they rushed across the yard。 He moved from position to position around the cabin； peering through the windows with a pair of binoculars； observing a solitary man who sat at a table in the kitchen； the only room unrecorded by interior surveillance cameras。 He wore a baseball cap and reading glasses and was bent over the table seemingly reading a book。 A cabin ablaze with lights。 The radio turned up at full volume。 A man fully dressed and reading a book at five…thirty in the morning？ Kung Chong sniffed the air and smelled a setup。
He sent for one of his men who carried a sniper rifle with a scope and a long suppressor on the muzzle。 〃You see the man sitting in the kitchen？〃 he asked quietly。
The sniper nodded silently。
〃Shoot him。〃
Anything less than a hundred yards was child's play。 A good shot with a handgun could have hit the target。 The sniper ignored the scope and sighted in on the man seated at the table with the gun's iron sights。 The shot sounded like the quick clap of hands followed by a tinkle of glass。 Kung Chong peered through his binoculars。 The bullet had made a small hole in the windowpane； but the figure remained upright at the table as if nothing had happened。
〃You fool；〃 he growled。 〃You failed to hit him。〃
The sniper shook his head。 〃At this distance it is impossible to miss。〃
〃Shoot again。〃
The sniper shrugged； lined up the shot and pulled the trigger。 The man at the table remained immobile。 〃Either the target is already dead or he is in a a。 I struck him above the bridge of the nose。 See the hole for yourself。〃
Kung Chong focused his glasses on the face of the man in the kitchen。 There was a neat round hole above the bridge of the nose above the reading glasses； and it wasn't bleeding。
〃Curse that devil！〃 Kung Chong snarled。 No stealth。 No orders quietly issued over his radio。 He shouted wildly across the clearing in front of the cabin； 〃Move in！ Move in！〃
Men dressed in black materialized from the shadows cast by the trees and ran across the yard； past the car and burst through the front door of the cabin。 They spread through the rooms like a flood； weapons at the ready； poised to shoot at the first hint of resistance。 Kung Chong was the fifth man into the living room。 He rushed past his men and burst into the kitchen。
〃What manner of devil is he？〃 Kung Chong muttered as he picked up the dummy sitting in the chair and threw it on the floor。 The baseball hat fell away and the reading glasses shattered； revealing a crude face hurriedly molded out of wet newspaper and painted sloppily with vegetable dyes。
Kung Chong's second in mand came up to him。 〃The cabin is empty。 No sign of our quarry。〃
His lips pressed together in a thin line as he nodded； not surprised by the report。 He touched the transmit button on his radio and spoke a name。 Lo Han's voice responded immediately。
〃Report。〃
〃He has escaped；〃 said Kung Chong simply。
There was a moment's pause； then Lo Han said irritably； 〃How is it possible he sidestepped your men？〃
〃No one larger than a rat could have slipped through the cordon。 He cannot be far away。〃
〃Most odd。 Not in the cabin； not in the forest； where could he have gone？〃
Kung Chong stared out the window at the boathouse that was being searched by his men。 〃The lake；〃 he answered。 〃He can only be on the lake。〃
He skirted the dummy lying on the floor and ran out the back door across the porch and onto the dock。 He shoved aside his men and stepped inside the boathouse。 The sailboat was hanging in its cradle； the kayaks and
