ACT of WAR 讲述中国人发动的代理战争。以美国人的角度讲述一场中国人发起的非常规战争的阴谋论。
先贴英文， 各位有兴趣的话， 再贴出翻译。
“ Let her sleep. For when the dragon wakes, she will shake the world.”
<div style="text-align: right;">PROLOGUE</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">HONG KONG</div><div style="text-align: right;">ONE WEEK AGO</div>
The air was thick with humidity. Oppressive. Typical for this time of year. It wasmonsoon season and stepping outside was like stepping into a steam room. Withinhalf a block the man was sweating. By the intersection, his clothes were sticking tohis body. The Glock tucked behind his right hip was slick with perspiration.
Guns, money, and a bunch of high-tech gear . Just like something out of a movie.Except it wasn’ t. This was real.
Turning right, he headed into the large open-air market. It looked as if a car bomb packed with neon paint cans had detonated. Everything, even the luminous birds intheir impossibly small cages, was aggressively vivid. The smells ran the gamut from ginger and garlic to the putrid “ gutter oil” dredged up from restaurant sewers and grease traps by many street cooks.
There were rusted pails of live crabs, buckets of eels, and shallow bowls of water filled with fish. Men and women haggled over oranges and peppers, raw pork and chicken.
Like the first spring snow melt snaking along a dry, rock-strewn riverbed, Ken Harmon moved through the market. He focused on nothing, but saw everything—every cigarette lit, every newspaper raised, every cell phone dialed. The sounds of the neighborhood poured into his ears as a cacophony and were identified, analyzed,sorted, and stored.
The movements of his body, the functioning of his senses, were all conducted with calm, professional economy. The Central Intelligence Agency hadn’ t sent him toHong Kong to panic. In fact, it had sent him to Hong Kong precisely because he didn‘ t panic. There was enough of that back in Washington already; and along with it, the repatriated body of David Cahill.