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Ru staredat the little horror of a woman.
Rather than either he or Zuocheng bedding the twins—and one of them damn well should have—they had spent the night proving to themselves that PRC forces hadnotbeen responsible for the attack. It was one of the reasons they had requisitioned the 737 command post for the flight down, so that they could continue their research during the two-hour flight.
And now this Chase woman was pointing her ghoulish finger of death in his direction.
“I do not care what you are saying. None of our satellites fired a laser in the South China Sea yesterday. And we have no planes in the sky above you. We do not break maritime law. It is America that does this inourwaters.” Which was a useless rehash of their last hour of conversation. This meeting was achieving nothing.
“Could you then please tell me the purpose of your Ziyuan-2B satellite? We know that it is not the weather satellite you claim, just as twenty-two years ago your Ziyuan-2A weather satellite was actually a Jianbing-3 high-resolution imaging mission.”
“The ZY-2B is a paired satellite forimaging.Nothing more.” Which was all he really knew about it until last night. Zuocheng had revealed that it was in truth a fantastic weapon. But saying it existed at all proved to be too much of a clue as she continued pushing.
“A narrow-aperture, high-resolution telescope can also be easily adapted for use as a focusing mechanism for delivery of a burst of coherent light. Why did you use it to kill one of our planes?”
“We didn’t use it for—” Then Ru knew what he’d done. He’d admitted to the existence of the weapon. Zuocheng regarded him from that place of deep silence he so often used. Ru would have kept his mouth shut if that Chase woman hadn’t kept poking at him.
Everything she said came out like a voice of the gods. No one questioned it. No one doubted her word. It was ludicrous and—
The silence around the table seemed to reach from the barge to the Islamic heavens in this awful place. He needed a drink and a woman. And not some narrow-hipped little bitch.
He needed something like that blonde with the magnificent breasts. That was a woman worth the time to bed. That wasifa man could stay hard when being watched by those devil blue eyes. They seemed to bore into him, each time he faced them. He could resist her easily.
But the little Chase woman? She knew his secrets, and didn’t care if she revealed them. She knew of lost jets and showed no emotion. And now she’d tricked him in front of Zuocheng. He couldn’t begin to calculate the danger of that mistake.
What would it take to make her change that righteous expression? A flaming sword rammed where a man belonged?
Her eyes weren’t blue, but she was the true devil.
“Cào ni zuzong shíba dài,”Ru spat out.Fuck her ancestors back to the eighteenth generationindeed. He’d like to do every one of them personally. Fuck them with hot steel up the ass.
He never saw the blow coming.
It came from the side—and was so fast.
It lit his throat on fire.
The next one to his temple catapulted him backward out of his chair.
He could dredge up no more than a groan after a kick impacted his crotch as if on its way to his brain.
He managed to roll away, but the next kick hammered his temple again.
It was the last thing he remembered.