按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
〃The location has remained secret for centuries。 Even to me it was only revealed recently。 I would die before I break that trust。〃
〃I can find it without you。〃
〃An arrogant thought。〃
Langdon motioned to the fountain。 〃I've e this far。〃
〃So have many。 The final step is the hardest。〃
Langdon stepped closer； his footing tentative beneath the water。 The Hassassin looked remarkably calm； squatting there in the back of the van with his arms raised over his head。 Langdon aimed at his chest； wondering if he should simply shoot and be done with it。 No。 He knows where Vittoria is。 He knows where the antimatter is。 I need information！
From the darkness of the van the Hassassin gazed out at his aggressor and couldn't help but feel an amused pity。 The American was brave； that he had proven。 But he was also untrained。 That he had also proven。 Valor without expertise was suicide。 There were rules of survival。 Ancient rules。 And the American was breaking all of them。
You had the advantage…the element of surprise。 You squandered it。
The American was indecisive 。 。 。 hoping for backup most likely 。 。 。 or perhaps a slip of the tongue that would reveal critical information。
Never interrogate before you disable your prey。 A cornered enemy is a deadly enemy。
The American was talking again。 Probing。 Maneuvering。
The killer almost laughed aloud。 This is not one of your Hollywood movies 。 。 。 there will be no long discussions at gunpoint before the final shoot…out。 This is the end。 Now。
Without breaking eye contact； the killer inched his hands across the ceiling of the van until he found what he was looking for。 Staring dead ahead； he grasped it。
Then he made his play。
The motion was utterly unexpected。 For an instant； Langdon thought the laws of physics had ceased to exist。 The killer seemed to hang weightless in the air as his legs shot out from beneath him； his boots driving into the cardinal's side and launching the chain…laden body out the door。 The cardinal splashed down； sending up a sheet of spray。
Water dousing his face； Langdon realized too late what had happened。 The killer had grasped one of the van's roll bars and used it to swing outward。 Now the Hassassin was sailing toward him； feet…first through the spray。
Langdon pulled the trigger； and the silencer spat。 The bullet exploded through the toe of the Hassassin's left boot。 Instantly Langdon felt the soles of the Hassassin's boots connect with his chest； driving him back with a crushing kick。
The two men splashed down in a spray of blood and water。
As the icy liquid engulfed Langdon's body； his first cognition was pain。 Survival instinct came next。 He realized he was no longer holding his weapon。 It had been knocked away。 Diving deep； he groped along the slimy bottom。 His hand gripped metal。 A handful of coins。 He dropped them。 Opening his eyes； Langdon scanned the glowing basin。 The water churned around him like a frigid Jacuzzi。
Despite the instinct to breathe； fear kept him on the bottom。 Always moving。 He did not know from where the next assault would e。 He needed to find the gun！ His hands groped desperately in front of him。
You have the advantage； he told himself。 You are in your element。 Even in a soaked turtleneck Langdon was an agile swimmer。 Water is your element。
When Langdon's fingers found metal a second time； he was certain his luck had changed。 The object in his hand was no handful of coins。 He gripped it and tried to pull it toward him； but when he did； he found himself gliding through the water。 The object was stationary。
Langdon realized even before he coasted over the cardinal's writhing body that he had grasped part of the metal chain that was weighing the man down。 Langdon hovered a moment； immobilized by the sight of the terrified face staring up at him from the floor of the fountain。
Jolted by the life in the man's eyes； Langdon reached down and grabbed the chains； trying to heave him toward the surface。 The body came slowly 。 。 。 like an anchor。 Langdon pulled harder。 When the cardinal's head broke the surface； the old man gasped a few sucking； desperate breaths。 Then； violently； his body rolled； causing Langdon to lose his grip on the slippery chains。 Like a stone； Baggia went down again and disappeared beneath the foaming water。
Langdon dove； eyes wide in the liquid murkiness。 He found the cardinal。 This time； when Langdon grabbed on； the chains across Baggia's chest shifted 。 。 。 parting to reveal a further wickedness 。 。 。 a word stamped in seared flesh。
An instant later； two boots strode into view。 One was gushing blood。
103
As a water polo player； Robert Langdon had endured more than his fair share of underwater battles。 The petitive savagery that raged beneath the surface of a water polo pool； away from the eyes of the referees； could rival even the ugliest wrestling match。 Langdon had been kicked； scratched； held； and even bitten once by a frustrated defenseman from whom Langdon had continuously twisted away。
Now； though； thrashing in the frigid water of Bernini's fountain； Langdon knew he was a long way from the Harvard pool。 He was fighting not for a game； but for his life。 This was the second time they had battled。 No referees here。 No rematches。 The arms driving his face toward the bottom of the basin thrust with a force that left no doubt that it intended to kill。
Langdon instinctively spun like a torpedo。 Break the hold！ But the grip torqued him back； his attacker enjoying an advantage no water polo defenseman ever had…two feet on solid ground。 Langdon contorted； trying to get his own feet beneath him。 The Hassassin seemed to be favoring one arm 。 。 。 but nonetheless； his grip held firm。
It was then that Langdon knew he was not ing up。 He did the only thing he could think of to do。 He stopped trying to surface。 If you can't go north； go east。 Marshalling the last of his strength； Langdon dolphin…kicked his legs and pulled his arms beneath him in an awkward butterfly stroke。 His body lurched forward。
The sudden switch in direction seemed to take the Hassassin off guard。 Langdon's lateral motion dragged his captor's arms sideways； promising his balance。 The man's grip faltered； and Langdon kicked again。 The sensation felt like a towline had snapped。 Suddenly Langdon was free。 Blowing the stale air from his lungs； Langdon clawed for the surface。 A single breath was all he got。 With crashing force the Hassassin was on top of him again； palms on his shoulders； all of his weight bearing down。 Langdon scrambled to plant his feet beneath him but the Hassassin's leg swung out； cutting Langdon down。
He went under again。
Langdon's muscles burned as he twisted beneath the water。 This time his maneuvers were in vain。 Through the bubbling water； Langdon scanned the bottom； looking for the gun。 Everything was blurred。 The bubbles were denser here。 A blinding light flashed in his face as the killer wrestled him deeper； toward a submerged spotlight bolted on the floor of the fountain。 Langdon reached out； grabbing the canister。 It was hot。 Langdon tried to pull himself free； but the contraption was mounted on hinges and pivoted in