Текст книги "Don't kill"

Автор книги: Boris Gorowoi

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One man slept on the bed. Another one walked in the cabin. Probably, he thought, having stared at the ceiling and moving his lips. From time to time he came to the bedside table, opening and closing the drawers. At that moment, in a tiny cabin one could hear a terrible thunder. Small plastic things rolled in the drawers such as: pens, buttons, pins, round balls of a not finished up gum, screws, cartridges from Luger and other rubbish.

The sleeping one opened his eyes. He said:

– I warned you. If you open the drawer again, I'll kill you!

His head slowly focused the consciousness. The situation didn’t promise anything good. However, the guy by inertia closed three drawers.

It was too much.

– I warned you!

He looked around the room looking for support. Gradually the lying man eyes filled with a furious crimson color. The thinking one returned to reality, but it was too late.

The great one became punching the guy.

– I warned you!

He wheezed and screamed, punching painfully the neighbor and shouting:

– Never open the drawer! And never squeeze the toothpaste on the side!

From a viewpoint it looked as if they were friends, but the head of the thin one was unnaturally trembling.

– Squeeze the toothpaste just from below!

– I’m beaten! – Bleated the spirit, darting out to the corridor.

Colonel heard heavy footsteps of big bare feet of the tall one, rapidly moving away, muttering with indecent words, a scream, short muffled sounds reminding cries of night birds.

Dux felt it was time to intervene. He crashed through a wall and tumbled to the fighters. Both were dumbfounded. In front of them there appeared a completely naked man with the signs of violence on his body and soiled with dust and dirt, as a chimney sweep, so that only cold bluish eyes were seen in the twilight. They cried out in one voice:

– Who are you?

– A rescuer.

Colonel heavily punched the tall one, dragged him back to the cabin and put on the same bed, where he slept five minutes earlier. Then Dux strapped him to the bed with tape. The hit one with great pleasure kicked the tall and cried out:

– The fool!

Colonel put on clothes of the tall one.

– And who are you?

Dux, ignoring the thin one, put on his boots, took Luger out of the drawer, loaded it with cartridges, waved a gun and ordered:

– Put on your boots.

The frail one quickly agreed for everything.

– Where are we going?

– To Karaganda! – Colonel evilly forced with the clenched teeth.

A tall one began moving and said with resentment,

– You will be killed!

Dux with a crash opened the drawers, found not fresh socks and stuffed them into that man’s mouth like a gag. He shook his head and mumbled. Colonel pulled out the gag.

– Is there something you want to say?

– You both FFF-freaks, FFF-freaks, I do FFF– I will kill you ....

– There is no any alternative! – Sadly thought Dux.

He listened to that the man said and again shoved a gag into his mouth, having taped it.

– Am I look he? – Pointing at the neighbor.

– You’re a copy.

Colonel realized that the frail had a sense of humor.

– You will go with me and you will tell stories, did you understand?

– Rentgenoelektrokardiographia!

– Once more!

– Rindfleischetikettierunguberwachungaufgabenubertragengesetz!

– Not bad!

He didn’t like this freak.

– Come on.

Brandishing, just in case, Luger, Dux forced the frail into a small hole and carefully closed the hatch. He illuminated the dusty cramped space ventilation.

– I have only ten minutes to talk. Speak softly, and on business. Where is Skull?

The thin one vaguely chuckled.

– I do not know. For us, it's like the president’s protection.

– When did you last see him?

– Yesterday. I didn’t se himself, they said that he was there.

– Did you come to the captain's cabin?

– No, it isn’t allowed.

– Never?

– Never.

He reverently looked up at the sky.

– Who did you were?

– I can not remember.

– Don’t you remember either your father or your mother?

He suddenly burst into tears.

– I know that they were.

– Where do you know languages from?

– They appear from somewhere. But then they can disappear.

– Do you see the future?

– I saw the flood. A tide is everywhere.

– Remember the city!

Dux raised his voice.

*

The puny one had a stabbing pain. He grabbed his head, rocking. He knew that he had then an integral wonderful world. He met a girl. It was the first time she kissed him on the lips. They went to a cozy cafe.

He cried again with a squeal.

– I can not tie together the ends of the rope.

– Believe me. You are not alone.

Colonel frowned.

– Was there the asphalt near the cafe?

– No, there was the block pavement. Everywhere, there were photos on the pillars.

– How did you die?

– Well, my feet were cold. I've heard people behind the wall. They did not hear me. I felt bad.

– Okay. What did they do with you?

– Like in a hospital. The resuscitation.

– Did someone remove extra brain?

– Exactly.

– Come on, get up. Undress.

– What?

– Absolutely. I'm your doctor. Quickly.

Dux, armed with a second torch was studying recent bruises and scars. For some reason he thought that all these poor were did craniotomy.

No. The mad system was indifferent. She could revive the dead and fix the wounded up. And could bring the corpses back to life, but she had a time limit. Twenty minutes without deep freezing. And an unlimited storage in special refrigerated capsules.

– And what about the healthy ones?

– What?

– How they knock the brains out at the healthy ones? With a bat?

– Well, they hit strongly, don’t permit to sleep, give drugs. They are medics in the lock-up. As everywhere.

– Get dressed.

Colonel knew that the puny’s withdrawal pains may begin at any time. So he was on his guard.

– Come on, my friend. We have only fifteen minutes left.

*

At the entrance to the lower deck there was a freak. Colonel moved his short stroke axis and the third cervical vertebra, so that the atlas was left without support. He gave a thin one trophy trunk.

– Try to shoot between the shoulder blades or in eyes.

– Always!

On the first deck there were already about five ghouls and reinforcements.

– Do not show yourself!

The battle began. Having shot down several of them, Dux rushed to the fray. The bullets flew at a terrible screech, bounced off the metal ricocheted, hissing with death, burned the body and the hair ends. He did not see that in the gun-port there was an automatic Colt there with the remaining enemy. But 0.4 seconds earlier the enemy’s Colt was struck with the gun bullet of the puny, and prevented Dux’ death.

Colonel and the thin one jumped from another hatch, shooting the whole arsenal. Fire onslaught was so devastating so the opposition was suppressed. Four minutes later it was all over.

– Double set-off !!

Dux rushed to the captain's cabin.

Luxury, he saw surpassed all his expectations. It was a small Hong Kong Palace of Skull in miniature. The cabin can be change into a huge display showing all kinds of Steve’s Jobs modern wonders of the technology. On the ceiling there was a moving celestial sphere, some small lives were buzzing, like big colorful fruit fly, and there were hung incredibly beautiful cuttles, streptocarpuses and clerodendrum on the walls. In the depths there was twisting duplicated shining plasma globe. One could see the tanker and moving people. On the table there was a cigar. Colonel came to the ashtray. It had a slight smell.

– Five minutes ago he was here!

He sniffed the cigar. It was the Cohiba humidor mesa Aniversario Robustos twenty-eight thousand dollars for a cigar.

– The rich also have their quirks.

There were six minutes left. Dux rushed to the bedroom. He had never seen such bed. Its seize surprised him. But the bed made incredible waves, like a calm sea. The ceiling, also seemed to move to the beat of the finest swaying curtains of the alcove, and the walls were like clear floating horizon clouds and summer lightning. Colonel’s jaw dropped.

In the center of the bed there was Olivia who aimed at Dux’ face.

Colonel widely smiled, and began to approach her, despite of the fact that she waved ominously elegant instructors little silver pistol.

– Where is Skull, amiga mia?

– I am instead of him! – She said.

– Do you have a task?

– Yeah, to kill you, dear!

The distance between them shortened. And she shot. If there weren’t tens of years of daily training, he certainly would have been killed. He was saved by the whole set of knowledge about the shooting to kill. The bullet hardly touched slid on his chest, tore the service jacket and burned his heart.

Dux pressed his body to the maid of honor, continuing foolishly smiling.

– Wonderful woman! Sorry, I have to search you.

He stopped for a moment in a madhouse smells and incredible pleasure of a well-groomed beautiful woman who knew her worth. And he again began to plunge into a spherical-moving cloud of the interwoven burning desire. The magic bed, responded with understanding.

However, he saw the monitors, which were everywhere, an immediate angry Skull’s gaze, people running, chatter of helicopters and gunfire. For a few seconds, Colonel could not break away from the wonderful moments.

– All my life I wanted to die on hands of the beloved woman – breathed Dux.

*

He grabbed Olivia. There were two minutes left. And then Colonel saw something. From an invisible chink came out a little mechanical soldier of five inches, like a giraffe on wheels, with mini cameras instead of ears, a microphone, and his long neck was hampered by a mini gun muzzle, which immediately began to shot with the red-hot lead bullets. The couple miraculously managed to hide under the bed, and Dux unexpectedly shot the whole clip at the enemy.

– As in the dash! Cool, cool! – Colonel screamed with delight. He gave her the gun. They cuddled up to each other and went to the exit at a high speed. She had time to notice and prevent the next attack of the killer: a strange armored car, which aimed a laser pointer at the couple.

Then Olivia showed her military training, she not only shot at the enemy, but also, having caught up with him, she took the him by the "trunk" and blurred him on the wall. Dux laughed heartily.

– Probably, at school Skull attended the circle "skilful hands".

Having passed the fire, and a swarm of bullets, they were caught on long strong windscreen wipers and having contrived, they darted out on the roof of the captain's cabin.

There were only twenty seconds left. Fortunately, Colonel saw nearby a sad frail who was in depression, waving a gun. And having woken him up from the obsessive visions Dux took him by the collar and shouted:

– Jump by the parabola.

– But it is impossible! – everybody cried unanimously.

– It’s possible!

They ran and jumped into the cold waters of the Hudson from a height of one hundred and twenty feet, and at that moment the iron body of the supertanker was hit with cruise missiles.

An attempt of the lightning America’s seizure failed and turned out to be a terrible explosion in a huge white-red ball with the smell of roasted barbecue.

*

Probably, only miracle and the depth saved them, because the fragments of the ship, like a shrapnel, could hurt them. The ship "UD MIGONETL" of three hundred million dollars was burning in hellfire, hissing, humming and tapping with falling of beams and multi-ton sheet metals, turning into a black skeleton of another little Fuehrer’s buried hopes. There was a fuming diverse ugly burnt plastic on the quay. There were the dead and the wounded. The policemen with fear and respect looked at that exterminatus, having aimed the guns at. In the clubs of black toxic smoke there flew helicopters, finishing off the enemy, and a bossy loud voice of the policeman called to surrender.

Wet, shivering from cold, happy that they had escaped, they were observing the agony of the ship which was going to pieces.

– And there will the most interesting thing! – Colonel said aloud.

As if by the order from under the fragments there began to wake up alive, the wounded, and seemed the dead ones. They were silent, and looked at the police cars with empty colorless eyes. The worst was the fact that in the ranks of vampires there were a lot of policemen, who had become a werewolf for this time. To kill policemen from your department that was too much and instant confusion covered the representatives of law enforcement.

Colonel and Olivia saw in horror as the puny sniffed uneven, and having blinked deserted, greyed eye, rushed awkwardly to the thick of the battle.

Dux found next to the dock a pile of thick vegetable sacks, they did a hole for this head, undressed and put on three sacks, having turned into a cool white ghost.

– Cool!

Olivia also undressed and dressed exactly the same clothes. They hid in some slot from the cold morning breeze and they were warm. They are silent, having cuddled up to each other.

– I will go, my dear, – he said hoarsely.

– And I?

– You're beautiful. Do you want billions and the power. Do you have a goal. Maybe you reach it.

– And what about you?

They observed that battle like at the cinema: furious screams and cacophony the gunfire, illuminated by the helicopters searchlights. The battle was fierce and fleeting. The police were not ready for that. Some of them were torn to shreds, others laid down their arms. But many of them turned into werewolves in the eyes. The crowd moved to the south-west, like a swarm of insects, sweeping away everything in its path.

– And I love people.

– Even those ones?

– I pity those people very much.

Olivia looked at him without enthusiasm.

– Ah?

– Since my childhood I saved alcoholics and prostitutes.

– And who will save me? – She smiled playfully.

– You have a lot of variants.

– Do you have something?

Dux imagined his life shabby rented apartment, his capital: twenty thousand dollars, a reserved passport and potassium cyanide pills, hidden in the chair leg, just in case.

– Nope.

– I hate the poor well-wishers. You didn’t find your woman. That’s why, you are unlucky.

– And how should she look?

– It should look after herself, to be very well-groomed. She must have some kinds of spirits mood. Her house must be very clean and comfortable and there shouldn’t be any unnecessary things. In the evenings, her husband will relax in the bath. There will burn scented candles.

– Thank you for this story. To tell the truth, sometimes it happens that it becomes a true story.

– Well?

She began kissing his amazing lips and he again began leaving to the invented white gentle delicate world. They could not tear themselves from each other.

– Well, go away.

– If it comes to the push, go to your friends. They will not leave you.

– I know.

The crowd of the curious was gathering together.

Colonel took of the sacking and jumped into the chilly Atlantic water.

*

People were instinctively switching the entertainment channels. On the first page there were pert phrases like: "The collapse of America", "The End is coming to everybody", "The war between Foundry and Bredbasket," "The bombing of the US cities”. The dollar began to fall rapidly. For a one day, the US debt level reached thirty trillion dollars, so every American had one million dollars. In many countries, there were Internet irregularities, and in some countries it was even banned. No one knew where the US President. They said he was flying on a plane and the kerosene is about to coming to an end. A melting pot of a motley group of the US inhabitants seemed to be blown up. Earlier diluted ethnic groups suddenly began to appear: all these Dixie and the Yankees, Texans and Californians, Africans and Latin Americans, Lutherans and Mormons, Hawaiians, and Navajo. No one knew, there appeared new leaders and people had the feeling that they in advance had been waiting for their hour. The plague spread rapidly, and it seemed to be some chaotic plan conceived by someone. Ruthless armed immortelles everywhere blew up and burned gas stations and storages, called the heathen temple of the destroying cellular and Internet towers, looted the banks and organized bloody massacre and it was showed live on TV. They brutally tortured the employees of TV studios, and showed it to the whole world. Prisoners and patients from mental hospitals were released, having added the gunpowder of madness and chaos. The administrative buildings seemed to be a tough nut. Those who were the power used all possible ways to protect the objects. Around the citadels there were put the police cordons which used tear gas and water cannons. The snipers were on the roofs. One could see the armored vehicles, helicopters, and remote equipment without people who were running it by the space communications. There were everywhere the FBI agents, the CIA agents, and also marines in camouflage.

However, more and more terrible warriors of darkness, tearing to pieces the defenders, showing live the grimaces of violence and terror burst into the impregnable buildings. Special mockery was quite famous to a public.

America began to fall into a coma. Obviously, someone wanted to intimidate and to break the America’s spirit and the backbone.

At night, the US President declared a state of emergency and issued an unprecedented directive on protection of thousands of especially important objects of America. The Directive obliged to create a hemisphere of three kilometers and destroy over the border all life in every possible way. The list included prohibited weapons, such as bacteriological, chemical and nuclear ones. The special hope of the military was smart pointed nano bombs which for a second turned the enemy into the invisible molecular dust.

That dull morning all two hundred and fifty six leaders of the world's government assembled the ministers in their countries.

*

Prime Minister of Japan Shinzō Abe entered the chambers of the Emperor at four twenty-nine AM on the twenty-third of May 2015 with the first sun rays. The eighty years old Emperor Akihito, who, usually, got up before the sunrise, looked from the balcony at the piece of the toy sunlit rice field. He looked at the fantastic small imperial garden and immense Tokyo skyscrapers, trying to guess the outlines of the sacred Mount Fuji.

Prime Minister Abe bowed deeply three times, and cried:

– Kami-goitidzin!

The Emperor brought the premiere to a small temple trough the terrace, guarded with guns. Probably, a huge door hadn’t been opened for a few hundred years. Just from the other side one could see a hardly visible path with the second solid entrance. The Prime Minister was nervous a little bit

– Before you hold the morning government conference, you have to see one thing.

The Homostu-den was prohibited for mere mortals. The door opened, and the Abe’s heart beat in an unimaginable ecstasy. In front of them there were the most important mysterious things which had created the soul of the Japanese.

– I must say – the Emperor’s voice with the heighten dome, was like a sacred oath.

– The final major battle had begun. All signs: a tsunami, an earthquake, destroying of the nuclear power plant and the last war are only the beginning. The mankind will be broken from the only last continuous dynasty to the sky. Did the immortals visit our city?

– Hi.

– Are they stronger than their soldiers?

– Sa-c-ah! – Abe breathed with his clenched teeth, and then exhaled noisily.

–Get ready to the great main war.

– Oss, reyukay!

– Today I'm going to go to the sacred source of the immortality. At noon, call the Itsunori Onodera and all kinds of self-defense.

– Itte kimas.

– Go away.

The one hundred and sixty-fourth Emperor was a direct descendant of the goddess Amaterasu, who inherited the Earth. Some time later she sent hier grandson Ninigi to rule the Japanese islands, created by her parents. When Ninigi was preparing to leave Heaven, she gave him three things which had to ease his way: a bronze mirror, a necklace of precious stones and a sword. Having descended from the Heaven to the top of the mountain Takatiko in Kyushu, the prince, in due course, gave the regalia to his grandson Dzimmu, the first earthly Emperor of Japan.

The legend also says that one day terrible warriors of Kimon will come from the east and the west and, having drunk from the source of immortality, will destroy the Empire. And then the last emperor will fall, and the earth will part with the heaven, and the world will collapse.

– Why have I to fight with immortals! – He exclaimed. – All my three hundred and sixty ancestors managed to avoid the last battle.

The Emperor walked through the hall with pictures of his predecessors and stared at the embroidered scroll of the Emperor Tenji. On his face one could see the stupefaction from a sudden invasion from Korea in the seventh century.

Then there has been laid future samurai values, the composition of Shinto and Zen Buddhism of the pure Earth of incredible joy. A secret meaning of that could save them from terrible disasters and invasion.

Pictures of the history painfully passed through the Emperor’s heart. A shattering epidemic of the tenth century. An attempt of the super powerful Mongol empire of the thirteenth century to seize the islands. The Great Famine of the nineteenth century. The Imperial temptation of the first half of the twentieth century which could end with a seizure of Hokkaido and Japan partitioning in nineteen forty-fifth. But it did not happen. Instead of it, two big cities were burned down in the ominous hellfire.

However, the ancient scrolls said that the last battle wouldn’t be due to the earthquake, giant tsunamis, bitter water and diseases, a giant fire and famine.

Emperor Akihito entered the small garden Fukiage.

– It happens that – he thought – the existence of the world passes through one man, even if he is an Emperor.

He enjoyed the smell of blossoming spring, birds chirps and quiet garden babble tiny brooks. He looked at the still Imperial guards, who had never before had to repel the palace attack.

– Let everything be like this! – cried the Emperor Akihito aloud.

Tokyo time was five o'clock fifty minutes.

*

At that moment, Gerhard Brenner opened his eyes in the Hong Kong hospital. He had awful headache, but he was very glad, feeling completely alive. He carefully felt all his body then looked at the light reflector like a distorting mirror. He saw there a thin, unshaven sufferer with dark bruises under his eyes, some compassionate nerd with a strange motivation. Next to his bed there was a smart resuscitation equipment with wheels biphase lungs ventilation titled a volumeter. Nearby there were terrible stretchers which made express and an echokadiography and elektrokardiography like a support complex mini-decision. In the depths one could see: a combined MRI (magnetic resonance imaging), a CT – computer tomography, a SPECT (a single-photon emission computed tomography), a PET (a positron emission tomography), an ultrasound, an antiograd with the collar and LMIA, treating everything. But, Gerhard had only one equipment called DiaDENS to improve his digestion.

Gerhard slowly got up, stood up and setting his gown straight, took a few steps. His felt giddy a bit, he felt thirsty and hungry. Somewhere in a corner there pulsed an alarm waking the sleeping patients up. Gerhard carefully opened the door. Far away in a spacious lobby, despite of the early morning, there were people like in a disturbed anthill: doctors, nurses, ambulance drivers, technicians, a lot of patients and attendants. They silently stared at a square of four large flat TV screens. No one stopped Gerhard and he came up to the crowd.

There was a speech of the President of the China People's Republic Xi Jinping, being both the General Secretary of the Central Committee of the China Communist Party and the Chief of the China People's Liberation Army. A purposeful, balanced, pragmatic, farsighted and an excellent speaker was speaking calmly, weighing up every word.

"Chinese dream should realize a rich and a powerful state, national revival, people's happiness. It is a dream about peace, development, cooperation and mutually beneficial relations, it relates to the all people’s best dreams, including the American one. An important feature of the Chinese dream is that it does not reject others dreams and does not strive to show its superiority over them. The more China develops the more chances for the development of Asia and the world. The history tells us that the prospect and destiny of every man are closely related to the prospect and destiny of the state and nation. The state feels good, the nation feels good and then everybody will feel good. And, of course, the world will do ".

Once Xi Jinping "lived at the bottom" "his house was a cave, his bed was a thin blanket on bricks, and the bucket was his toilet. He had to endure for seven years the "fight against fleas, hard physical labor and constant loneliness". The greatest unity, Datong which had reached Xiaokang, a small well-being and when people got the basic conditions for life, happened recently.

This was the most dangerous for the Celestial Empire, so the Chairman Xi Jinping intuitively "crossed the river and felt the stones." "The Prince" with anti-corruption experience often warned the leaders that they had to put an end to red carpets and endless banquets: "There were enough four dishes and soup."

Gerhard looked around. The present were very serious. His Chinese language left much to be desired, but, to his delight, he found a local Englishman.

– What has happened? – Said Gerhard.

– This is a disaster!

He quickly translated Xi Jinping’s speech and every minute Gerhard’s mood was spoiling. The world has changed radically for those three days.

– Brothers and sisters! Employees of the North and the South village, the workers of factories, party leaders! Be extremely careful, be on the alert! A new invisible cruel enemy is ready to attack our villages and cities. The spirit of collectivization and mutual assistance is peculiar to our great nation. The enemy in different aspects can enter the kindergartens, schools, our houses, where may be children and the elderly. Keep together! If you see a stranger, immediately inform the competent authorities, take a picture of him.

The speech of the chairman Xi Jinping was intensifying , one could hear strict notes in his voice.

– Our army is the largest in the world, there are about two and a half million soldiers and officers. If it is necessary we can aim at two hundred million people. Our army has the most modern weapons on the land, at sea and in the sky.

The enemy will not pass!

*

The Chairman Xi Jinping could deeply hide his emotions. He reached to the very top, became a powerful man, and only the most approximate to the Chairman could notice his excitement. An hour ago, he received a very disturbing message. The first attack was at the autonomous region, located in the mountains of Tibet, bringing everywhere death and destruction. They announced that the enemy worked in small groups, cutting communication from Shigatse to Shannan, avoiding Lhasa, moving to the north. People's Armed Police turned out to be almost powerless against the well-trained gangs of unknown thugs. Werewolves easily entered the protected administrative offices, which used to be the hall with the presidium, with a red corner Mao Zedong grabbed the leaders, taking them hostage. The worst thing was that many rural leaders joined gangs.

It could not happen because it could never happen. That’s why we set in motion aviation, helicopters, armored personnel carriers, tanks, infantry and the police. The enemy movements were taken from the space with a dozen drones, each of which was ready to drop a bomb. There were also included the heads of many secret services in China. – Our beautiful country with an ancient civilization can conquer any invader! Chinese dream is the quintessence of the centuries-old ideas and the Chinese people hopes on the construction of a fair society. We will build on the earth a harmonious world, and we will tell all our internal enemies, traitors and werewolves: "Death to Spies!"

*

Gerhard stopped in his tracks. The world in which he was born, and which seemed to be unshakeable, turned out to be very different, cruel and incomprehensible. It was not clear what to do farther. "We need to go to Vienna?" – Pulsed an unformed thought. – "Where am I? Why I’m there there, on mine mutti! Gerhard howled, thinking, slightly hunched, as if the severity of a two-ton atmosphere was on him, he walked to a hospital bed.

And then he saw that he was expected. They were wearing identical black suits. In the doorway of the camber there were two men, and the third one, wearing dark glasses, looked around. He had a long gun in his hand. Brenner rushed to the side corridor, his heart was beating foreboding of the evil. He began moving faster along the corridor, but at some point he began running in a gallop, touching the nurses, patients and caregivers on his way. Seeing some imposing physician, Gerhard stopped and tried to hide in a pile of empty stretchers. "Probably, the danger will be over. They will not notice. Or call the police? Or scream, and tell this reputable doctor, and he will save me. Oh, wegen jammern…, oh! "

But then he felt on his forehead something very cold. Gerhard focused on a long reddish-black gun with a silencer.

It was modernized Chinese nine-millimetres-long pistol with eight bullets, the so-called "gun traitors."

– Do you have a cigarette? – It was so unexpectedly that Brenner was taken aback. Killer’s words were said with a strong Chinese accent.

– I do not smoke.

Gerhard’s stiff voice was such that it seemed to be in the center of the Globe.

Holding the gun, the man ordered to stand up and drove Brenner into the greenish wall. Gerhard strained felling the close inevitable death.

– According to the war law, according to the Criminal Code of the China People's Republic, the first section, Chapter One, Article Six, " crime on the territory of the China People's Republic", the second chapter, paragraph one Article Thirteen "all acts harming national sovereignty, territorial integrity and peace, aimed at splitting the state, the authority dissidence, undermining of people's democratic dictatorship", section two, article three hundred thirty-three and article three hundred and thirty-fourth...