章節 177: The Huntsman. Blast-off

Black gloves, a few bundles of nylon rope, large leather Trucker wallet (containing a few fake passports, IDs, and international bank account cards), 200 cc of chloroform disguised in a travel bottle, and a .357 Magnum revolver. I check and recheck all of my supplies that I have kept in my black leather travel bag. Everything is where it should be, of course—where it has always been. It's become an exhausting habit now, but unavoidable. One can never be too safe.