"Brad Thor - Harvath 02 - Path of the Assassin" - читать интересную книгу автора (Thor Brad)

Jamek spun, and both Harvath and Cheng readied to fire. Jamek was holding an
MP5K submachine gun. In the violence of his spin, his arm careened strangely above
his head, and he emptied the weaponтАЩs magazine into the awning above. Before
either Scot or Sammy could return fire, the man fell facedown onto the pavement.
Confused, they moved cautiously over to Jamek, their weapons ready. When they
were close enough, Cheng kicked the manтАЩs submachine gun away and Scot turned
him over. Blood poured from large bullet wounds to his chest and forehead.
HarvathтАЩs examination was cut short by the sound of heavy tires spinning on the wet
pavement as a large, silver Mercedes sedan headed right for them.
The driver was dressed completely in black and wore some sort of ski mask over his
face. In the instant that he had, Scot saw only the driverтАЩs eyes. Their color, even
through the glass of the Mercedes, was like nothing he had ever seen. They were a
shade of silver, almost like mercury, that bordered on being black. Harvath was
convinced it was a trick of the light, yet he was instantly drawn to them, into them.
He shook the feeling off just in time to spin away from the speeding car as Sammy
Cheng opened fire. His bullets went wide. Only two managed to reach their target,
and even then, all they hit was the trunk of the Mercedes as it sped away.
тАЬWho the hell was that?тАЭ yelled Cheng against the wind as he painfully lowered his
weapon.
тАЬLooks like weтАЩre not the only people hunting lions today,тАЭ Scot yelled back.
тАЬLetтАЩs grab our car and go after him.тАЭ
тАЬIтАЩve got a better idea,тАЭ said Scot as he motioned Sammy to follow.
Under the awning and off to the side was the valetтАЩs padlocked key box. With the
butt of his pistol, Harvath hammered the padlock and broke it off with one blow. He
quickly looked inside and grabbed the key he wanted. Fifteen feet away was a black
Audi TT Roadster.
Harvath unlocked the doors with the remote, and he and Cheng jumped in.
тАЬGood choice,тАЭ said Sam.
тАЬNo kidding.тАЭ
Harvath tore after the Mercedes and its mysterious assassin. He was on the street
and in fifth gear before Cheng even had his seat belt on. There were absolutely no
cars on the roads. People were already home with their storm shutters drawn or were
camped out in one of MacauтАЩs typhoon shelters.
The wind was incredibly strong and it was all Harvath could do to keep them from
spinning out of control. Finally, by San Francisco Hill, they caught sight of the
Mercedes. Harvath downshifted into fourth and stepped on the pedal, sending the
tachometer into the red. Cheng replaced his spent magazine with a fresh one.
Harvath was gaining on the Mercedes when a series of tight turns made him fall
behind.
тАЬHeтАЩs playing with us,тАЭ said Cheng.
тАЬWhat do you mean?тАЭ
тАЬI mean, our grand tour continues. Only now, youтАЩre getting to see the route the
Macau Grand Prix takes.тАЭ
Harvath had been getting the runaround all day and was now officially pissed off. It
was time for it to stop.
тАЬAny good straightaways in this race, Sammy?тАЭ he asked.
тАЬRight after the FishermanтАЩs Bend. ItтАЩll be coming up soon.тАЭ
тАЬFine, when we hit it, I want you to grab the wheel.тАЭ
тАЬWhy?тАЭ
тАЬBecause with your shoulder you canтАЩt shoot worth shit and IтАЩve got an idea.тАЭ