cc.floodtide-第25节
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〃I can't be certain； but it appears the occupants of the boat are immigrants。〃
〃Impossible； the only aliens brought ashore are either confined； on their way inland or dead。〃
〃I could be mistaken。〃
〃Let's hope you are；〃 said Lo Han。 〃Can you fly close enough to identify their nationality？〃 asked Lo Han。
〃For what purpose？ For me to eliminate the devil responsible for the destruction of Qin Shang's yacht and the infiltration into the alien holding cells； those who are with him must die too。 What difference if they are Chinese or American？〃
〃You are right； Kung Chong；〃 acknowledged Lo Han。 〃Do whatever you must to protect the enterprise。〃
〃I shall give orders to launch the attack。〃
〃Be certain there are no spectators in the vicinity。〃
〃The river is clear of recreational craft； and the shorelines are empty of people。〃
〃Very well； but keep a sharp eye。 We cannot afford eyewitnesses。〃
〃As you mand；〃 said Kung Chong。 〃But time is running out。 If we do not destroy the boat and those in it within the next few minutes； all opportunity will be lost。〃
〃Why didn't he fire？〃 asked Julia； squinting against the glare from the morning sun on the surface of the river。
〃A hitch in their assassination plans。 They thought I worked alone。 He's reporting to his boss that I'm loaded to the gunwales with passengers。〃
〃How far to Grapevine Bay？〃
〃A good twelve or thirteen miles。〃
〃Can't we pull onto shore and take cover in the trees and rocks？〃
〃Not a practical idea；〃 he said。 〃All they'd have to do is land in the nearest clearing and hunt us down。 The river is our only chance； slim as it is。 You and the others keep your heads down。 Let them wonder where I picked up a load of passengers。 If they're looking closely they'll spot the folds on your eyelids and realize you're not the descendants of European ancestry on a picnic。〃
The venerable Chris…Craft covered another two miles of river before the lead ultralight dipped low over the river and increased speed； its nose aimed menacingly at the runabout。 〃No more peaceful intentions；〃 said Pitt calmly。 〃He means business this time。 How good are you with a handgun？〃
〃My qualifying scores on the range are higher than most of the male agents I know；〃 she said as matter…of…factly as if she was describing her latest hairdo。
He took the bundle from under his seat； unwrapped the towel and handed her his old automatic pistol。 〃Ever shoot a Colt forty…five？〃
〃No；〃 she answered。 〃When required； most of us at INS pack a Beretta forty…caliber automatic。〃
〃Here are two spare clips。 Don't waste your shells firing at the engine or fuel tank。 As a target； it's too small to hit on an aircraft passing overhead at more than fifty miles an hour。 Aim for the pilot and the gunner。 One good body shot and they'll either crash or head for home。〃
She took the 。45； twisted around in the seat so she was facing backward； flipped off the safety and cocked the hammer。 〃He's almost on us；〃 she warned Pitt。
〃The pilot will roll and e over us slightly off to one side； giving his gunner a clear shot downward；〃 Pitt said coolly。 〃The instant he lines us up in his sights； shout out which side he's passing； left or right； so I can zigzag under him。〃
Without questioning Pitt's instructions； Julia gripped the old Colt with both hands； raised the barrel and lined up the sights on the two men perched in front of the wings and engine as it soared down the river。 Her face showed more concentration than fear as her finger tightened on the trigger。
〃On your left！〃 she called out。
Pitt threw the runabout in a sharp turn to the left； staying with the ultralight。 He heard the quiet staccato burp of an automatic weapon with a suppressor on its muzzle； mingled with the loud thunder of the old Colt； and saw bullets lace the water only three feet alongside the hull as he cut under the ultralight； using its underside to mask the runabout from the gunner's view。
As the ultralight shot ahead； Pitt saw no trace of injury to the pilot or copilot。 They looked as if they were enjoying themselves。 〃You missed！〃 he snapped。
〃I could have sworn I scored；〃 she snapped back furiously。
〃Ever hear of a deflection shot？〃 Pitt lectured her。 〃You've got to lead a moving target。 Haven't you ever hunted ducks？〃
〃I could never bring myself to shoot a harmless bird；〃 she said loftily as she expertly ejected an empty clip and pumped a full one inside the handgrip of the Colt。
Feminine logic again； thought Pitt。 Can't shoot an animal or bird； but not hesitating to blow a man's head off。 〃If he es at the same speed and altitude； aim a good ten feet ahead of the pilot。〃
The ultralight circled around for another attack while its sister craft hung back in the distance。 The droning whir of the engine's exhaust echoed off the rock walls of the canyon。 The pilot swooped low over the shoreline； the airflow churned out by the propeller blades whipping the tops of the trees along the banks。 The serene and picturesque river and the slopes of the forested canyon seemed the wrong location for a life…and…death struggle。 The clear green water flowed past banks that were lined with trees marching up the rocky sides of the mountains until they thinned and stopped at the timberline。 The yellow aircraft stood out like a colored gemstone； a Mexican fire opal against a sapphire sky。 All things considered； Pitt thought fleetingly； there are worse places to die。
The ultralight leveled out and came directly toward the Chris…Craft's bow on this run。 Now Pitt had an open field of vision and could see the angle of the gunner's trajectory for himself。 Unless the pilot is a certified cretin； Pitt thought； he won't fall for the same sidestep again。 Pitt had to reach down in his bag of tricks for another dodge。 Maintaining his course until the last possible second； he felt like a herring taunting a shark。
Julia leveled the Colt over the windshield。 She almost looked ical； her head slightly tilted to one side as she aimed with the only eye that was partially open。 The pilot of the ultralight was sideslipping up the river to give his gunner additional shooting time and a wider range of fire。 He knew his stuff and wasn't about to be fooled twice。 On this strafing run he hugged the riverbank； cutting off any attempt by Pitt to slip under the plane's narrow belly。 The pilot was also playing a more cautious game。 Some of Julia's bullets had struck the wing and made him realize his prey had a sting。
Pitt knew with sickening certainty that they were going to take hits。 No tricky maneuvers； no fancy footwork； could save them this time around。 Unless Julia scored big…time； they were all dead； literally。 He watched the ultralight loom up through the windshield。 It was like standing in the middle of a bridge over a thousand…foot ravine with an express train hurtling toward him。
And then there was the despairing thought that even if they were successful in downing the first ultralight； they weren't even halfway home。 The second and third craft were lagging back； staying out of range and clear of stray bullets while awaiting their turn。 Take one out of the game and two substitutes were suited up and ready for action。 The moment of trepidation ended as bullets struck and gouged the water； the line of splashes moving inexorably toward the boat。
Pitt jerked the steering wheel； sending the runabout on a skidding turn to his right。 The gunner pensated； but too late。 Pitt swung the boat in a flat curve to the left； throwing off his aim。 He feinted again； but the gunner merely swiveled his weapon and laid down an S pattern。 Then； as if he had touched a switch； Julia began blasting away。
This was the moment。 As bullets stitched a groove of holes across the lustrous mahogany bow of the Chris…Craft； Pitt took the gear lever in both hands and yanked it back while the boat was at full speed。 There was a horrifying grinding noise as the gearbox howled in protest。 The engine revolutions raced past the red line on the tachometer； and the boat came to an abrupt stop。 Then it leaped backward in a tight arc。 Several bullets shattered the windshield but miraculously missed hitting anyone。 And then the hail of fire； like a passing rainstorm； moved behind the boat。 Julia tracked her target and fired until the last shell flipped out of the firing chamber。
Pitt glanced back and saw a beautiful sight。 The ultralight was out of control； the racing engine shrieking like a banshee as fragments of the propeller spiraled in the air； spraying in every direction。 He could see the pilot fighting the controls in a futile gesture as the craft hung poised in the air as if tied to a string。 Then the nose dipped； and it plunged lifeless into the middle of the river； making a crater in the water and causing a huge splash before bobbing back to the surface for a few moments and then sinking rapidly until it vanished。
〃Nice shooting；〃 Pitt plimented Julia。 〃Wyatt Earp would be proud of you。〃
〃I was lucky；〃 Julia said modestly； not about to admit that she had been aiming at the pilot。
〃You put the fear of God in the pilot of the other two。 They're not about to make the same mistakes as his buddy。 They'll lay back out
