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"December 24, 2006. Italy"

You have to give me two million today
because you stole from me.

If you do not bring it today,
it will be your son's best last Christmas ever.

You got me?

Hey listen up!

I don't care what faith you are.

We have Mercury,

and until I get back my money to buy my missiles,

you'll have to wait your turn.

You hear me?

Do you know what's the most
important thing in life?

It's dignity.

And that phone represents my dignity.

It was given to me by this, this... guy here.

I don't even like him that much.

He says if my dignity was jeopardized,

that would be my guardian angel.

Don't worry, we're here to save you!

Don't come any closer,

otherwise I'll cut him up!

Behind you.

I'm not falling for that.
You take me for a fool?

Merry Christmas.

Thank you!

"Chinatown, Italy"

Papa!

Papa, why aren't you wearing your uniform?

Papa!

Tonight is Christmas Eve. Here's to you all.

- Cheers.
- Merry Christmas!

(Klingon) Father, how do you know

so many great warriors?

Hey kid, what are you babbling about?

He's dressed like an alien,
naturally it's an alien language!

(Klingon) Never mind them.

(Klingon) Eat up.

You know Klingon, too?

We're from the same planet.

How else would I know it?

These four are amazing.

That one is Steelskin.

I know. He of the impenetrable skin.

- This one...
- He who cuts to the core, Sureblade.

And me?

Megafoot, who doesn't always use her feet.

Correct?

Now, this one's the most impressive,

Lin Zaifeng,
the head of the four bounty hunters.

Sis, what's a bounty hunter?

It means they're here to catch papa.

Your papa's the best hacker there is.

I think if he didn't want to be caught,

no one could do it.

With just a line to the internet,

he once took the profits of many evil men

and transferred them to third-world charities.

So to a lot of people,

your papa is a great hero.

I'll protect my papa!

I don't want a papa who's a hero!

I just want a papa

who will always be with us!

Papa has always wanted to be like Santa,

sharing all good things with everybody.

But I neglected my own two children.

Now I know that in this world,

outside of dignity,

there are other things even more important.

Papa promises you

he'll be an even better papa,

an even better Santa.

I have a Christmas present for you.

- Central Investigation Agency (CIA) US Headquarters
- What?

So this thing is a prison-
that he designed for himself!

I've never heard of such a thing.

Thanks for the coffee.

I know that MI-6 and the Russians are just
dying to have him over for a visit.

Whoah, whoah, hang on.

At least tell me what the hell it's all about.

He calls it-

"The Hand of God".

"CIA Prison 6"

And so it was

that Mercury spent the next dozen years
in a prison he designed,

putting everything into creating

the torch of peace he'd dreamed of-

the "Hand of God".

"201 8, Rome, Italy"

"CIA HQ Italy"

What the hell is this?

Sir, our system's been hacked!

Hurry up! People, let's go! The firewall!

The third firewall has been breached!

Stage five firewall down!

Notify the assault team!

We're down to the last firewall!

How much time do we have?

At most, thirty minutes.
We have to pull the program off the system!

Sir, we need to extract the files immediately!

Get the ambassador!

Go, go, go!

Up here. Just this way.

Dammit!

Sir, look at the card.

"Lin Zaifeng"

As of right now, I'm bringing the entire
agency up to alert level one!

Yes, sir!

Sir, we've just received a message
from the home office.

The suspect started up
the Hand of God ten minutes ago.

Cash accounts, Italian mafia.

Have there been any demands?

No, sir. And no terrorist group
has claimed responsibility.

We just know that the one that
was stolen is currently active.

Can we get a fix on its location?

The program can automatically hide itself.

Our systems shows
over 7000 locations worldwide,

with 200 of those locations creating dynamic
IP addresses by the minute.

It's impossible to track.

"1 00 million US dollars is transfering"

Have you found Lin Zaifeng, yet?

"Shanghai, China, 1 8 Hours later"

Mr Lawson, welcome.

I'm Emily.

Right this way.

Ms Wang, this is Peter Lawson.

Greetings, Ms Wang.

I've been looking forward to meeting you.

Enough with the courtesies.

I'll cut to it. Can you guess
why we're here to see you?

When the CIA comes,

it's for something that
can't see the light of day.

For the CIA, it's not can or can't,

it's whether or not we want it to.

The number one international security specialist,

Lin Zaifeng.

We believe you're the only one
in the world who can find him.

"Chaoying, the woman of my dreams!
I miss you very much! Lin Zaifeng"

"Miss you, miss you, miss you, miss you,
miss you, miss you, miss you. Lin Zaifeng"

"Chaoying, you're the love of my life!
I miss you so much. Lin Zaifeng"

Must you be so sappy?

I want to see you.

See you at the usual place.

"Italy"

"Milan"

We've already set up the trap.
Everything is under control.

I don't care how you do it,
just get him back here.

Yes, sir.

Search: Peter Lawson.

Welcome. This way, please.

We've already set aside your old table.

The salt on the table is actually an hallucinogen.

The pepper mill has a button on top
that can fire electrodes.

The glass in your hand...

Don't take me for a recruit, okay?

The bottom of the glass is a mini stun gun.

The guy who just walked past is also one of yours.

He even has a gun under a pants leg.

Of course,

I've also brought in my own people.

If I could spot all of this,

how could Zaifeng not see them?

What's with all the noise?

Are you receiving me?

We read you. Lin Zaifeng may have arrived.

While there's still time,
let's set some facial cues.

Facial cues?

If you notice Lin Zaifeng in your line of sight,

face 45 degrees north-west and give a sexy smile.

Couldn't you smile a bit sexier?

No way, you call that sexy?

Can't you add just a little more sexy to it?

Hey, give'em a squeeze.

Alright, forget it.

Now, if you need backup,

face 63.5 degrees north-east
and casually hike up your dress.

Higher...

Good job!

Should you feel your life is in danger,

face forward and show that you're really angry.

Even angrier.

Can't you give just a little more feeling?

How's this for "feeling"?

Three seconds slower than I predicted.

My, you've slipped!

Isn't that thanks to you?

Where the hell have you been the last three years?

I'm guessing your gun's not loaded.

So just one round.

Now you're out.

Why are you looking for me?

I'm not.

"Mafia HQ, Italy"

Listen, you dared touch my money!

Then it's the mafia that won't be letting you off!

You thought an assassin
from ancient Rome could handle me?

I thought I'd gone back in time.

You've done such horrible things,

you should feel honored
that I took your dirty money.

I swear that if you're in Italy,

I'll make sure you feel the mafia's might!

It's simple.

If you can work with me,

a hundred million US dollars
gets returned to you.

"CIA HQ Italy"

Mr Lin, welcome.

Sorry, but your assignment's already complete.

What happens now is between Mr Lin and the CIA.

You can go.

We'll soon have the money wired to your account.

You're always so impulsive.

Just wait here for me.

You are an old friend of ours, Mr Lin.

You remember when you captured
and brought back Mercury twelve years ago?

More accurately, he brought himself in.

I heard you were by his side when he died.

So you must know the contributions
he made to the CIA.

Contributions?

I'm not so sure he would agree
with that choice of word.

With the help of the CIA,

Mercury accomplished his dream back
when he was in Lab Six.

He created a global surveillance program

that can track down terrorist hiding spots,

international money transactions,

any type of undercover operations, really.

Creating the Hand of God
was Mercury's biggest regret

because you turned it into a weapon.

So, there's nothing more to discuss.

Mr Lin, this is not just about you.

The United States have seven major
secret service departments worldwide.

Each of them owns a set of the Hand of God system,

and they're all interconnected, of course.

Apparently three days ago,

one set was stolen from our secret service centre

inside the Italian Consulate.

The person who stole the Hand of God

is a women called Sophie.

She used to be a CIA agent
in charge of terrorist money flow.

I have no idea how she managed to infiltrate

our department for two years using a fake ID.

Of course, we tried using
the Hand of God to find her and found nothing.

All we found was a clean pair of glasses
and no fingerprints.

There's something else.

So tell me, why do you think the only other thing
that Sophie left behind

is a business card with your name on it?

You should just go ask her yourself.

Of course.

That depends on whether or not
you are gonna help us find her, doesn't it?

Sorry, I'm not interested.

I'm sorry, too.

Because if you don't help us find her,
I'm afraid I can't let you leave.

You think you can stop me?

Hey! Mr Lin!

This is something that
will affect the whole world!

I hope you can reconsider.

There are so many wonderful talents out there.

I'm not the only one
who can help you find the Hand of God.

Go get one of them.

Have you considered that in this world,

there might be experts other than Lin Zaifeng

who can help you find what you're after?

Let her in.

Experts?

I mean me.

Why didn't you take this case?

Well why did you take it?

Quite simply to prove that I'm better than you.

Did you consider why they would hand it to you?

You wouldn't think the CIA
believes my taking it on

means you're obligated to help me, do you?

You're arrogant.

Isn't it possible?

So that's it, it finally comes out, right?

You've always looked down on me
and think I'm a joke, right?

Why would I see it like that?

Then how do you see it?

Like this-

They just want to give me the chance

to learn alongside the world's
greatest security professional.

That's more like it.

From now on,

call me "Boss".

Boss?

Good boy.

This will make it so Lin Zaifeng has no choice
but to accept the job.

You have even have that lip gloss,
"Ecstasy, No. 1 "?

The best from the KGB,

with the latest nanotech.

Colorless, odorless. With just a light kiss,

you can track a target up to 24 hours.

It's not that I'm using this to kiss you.

This is what a highly professional agent does.

It's for the job.

Yeesh, that's from the 90s. Long out of date.

Here, try mine.

The latest invention, "Passion, No. 4"

A liquid, super-nanotech tracker.

Put on your own tongue,

it 3D prints onto the target's tongue.

Effective for 36 hours.

It's that good?

It's amazing.

Is it done printing?

Actually, not quite.

The longer the print, the better the result.

Alright. Better add to it.

Otherwise, the effort might be wasted.

It's for you.

Hey.

How should I address you?

Sophie?

Notify your boss and have him trace that call!

Somebody finds out where that call
is coming from, now!

Liar.

Why are you looking for me?

Because you're the head of the four bounty hunters

and the one who handed my father to the CIA.

Father?

Her father?

This deal won't work without you.

Nicely done,

but you can't be as hard
to catch as your father.

Right now, everyone is after the Hand of God.

You've evaded the CIA,
but you might not escape others.

Considering the danger I'm in,

I'll let everyone else share it with me.

Within 72 hours,

if my demands aren't met,

I'll upload the Hand of God's source code.

And then everyone can use it however they like.

Unless...

Unless what?

I want a person named Rocky

released from CIA's Prison Six.

Find out who Rocky is!

Yes, sir!

I may not know who this Rocky is,

but I think someone will tell me soon, right?

Since you have the Hand of God,

the CIA will accept your terms soon.

When Rocky is handed over,
you have to come in person.

72 hours.

I'll help you keep count.

- "72 Hours. The countdown begins"
- Much appreciated.

He hacked into our top secret
Area 51 files one year ago.

We managed to track him down
and have him arrested.

He has been held in Prison Six ever since.

Prison Six...

In 1 0 hours,

the CIA will have him
brought to a safe house in Rome.

And they suspect Rocky
is Sophie's younger brother.

Bingo!

Did you guess it?

Sophie's dragging you into this

to avenge her father's capture.

Now let's see if she's brave enough
to come get him.

Let's lend her a hand.

Do you have the safe house coordinates?

Sure.

Search coordinates.

"Military Airfield, Italy"

"Mafia HQ, Italy"

Yes.

Check your bank account.

A hundred million US dollars.

Let's see the true power of the Italian mafia.

CIA Safe House

What's this?

Isn't this the kind you like?

I don't eat chocolate.

Come on in.

That's Rocky.

We know that Sophie's not dead.

We suspect you participated in faking her death.

Would you agree with that?

Where might your sister be hiding?

Tell us.

Now.

(Klingon) *&#$^%$

Allow me.

Hey, Rocky. May I have a seat?

Find out what language that was.

Say, that rubber ball
is limited edition, from Portugal.

I happen to have a collectible one from Spain.

You can have it.

Tell me where your sister is.

(Klingon) *&#$^%$

(Klingon) You've grown.

(Klingon) So. It's you again.

(Klingon) I'm here to help you.

What language are they using?

Klingon.

(Korean) Drinking skim milk isn't any healthier.

And that's why I only drink black coffee.

I don't really care,

because that's your problem.

Cool.

But your sister is in trouble.

Me?

I don't care what she's up to.

Don't even want to know.

Really?

In here, it's plenty comfy.

I wouldn't even want out.

Thank you.

Good morning, madam.

How may I help you?

I'd like those white chocolates up there.

One moment.

Stealing those alien files

got you 507 years in jail.

507 years.

The Monkey King will be free by then.

You plan to spend your life inside?

You want to play the Pilgrim Monk?

I can't sing "Only You".

I just want her to come out for
a little journey west.

A "Journey West"?

You're saying my sister is Pigsy?

Pigsy's taken.

You really don't want out?

I want to see my girlfriend.

I'll set it up.

Oh my god!

Get going.

They're waiting.

Do it!

Ah, it's bullet-proof. No need to worry.

What're you standing there for? Get out!

What about you?

Just go!

Don't move!

You owe me one life.

Now you have it back.

You owe me another one.

Let's go!

Well?

Go help!

When did you cuff me?

Just now. Move!

Move!

Bye-bye.

You're letting me go?

They're after you, not me.

Hey!

What's up?

Now that's just devious.

Let's do it.

You guys can't get me.

I said you couldn't get me.

Alien!

I've lost three hours trusting a loser like you.

You complain about losing three hours.

You know how many men I lost?

I'll give you one more chance,

but any mistake will have a price to pay.

Tell me where they went.

Tell me where they went!

"Chinatown, Italy"

What place is this?

It's my safe house.

See if we were followed.

Clothes are in that room. Go take your pick.

So.

Been a while since you've been back.
How's it feel?

This Christmas tree...

Sureblade.

Megafoot?

Megafoot doesn't always use her feet.

Hold strong!

Steelskin?

It's been so long. It seems you're taller than me!

Your punches are far too weak!

Remember back then,

when your father sat here?
He was so full of spirit!

No. He sat here.

Dad was ever the Robin Hood,
with countless enemies.

Just because he believed
the world could be better.

My sister chose vengeance against those
who mistreated him.

While I, I chose my father's dream
of protecting world peace.

I truly hope that one day

she will have more faith in him.

Tell me where she is

and I'll be able to stop her madness.

(Klingon) ^$@%$#%&

Such gibberish. What are you saying?

Wow, what a temper.

Are you the one from three years ago
Zaifeng always talked about?

The unrivaled beauty with so much talent.

He really thinks I'm so beautiful?

It is you!

The one who bet her heart.

The one who lost, through and through-

Wang Chaoying!

Shut up!

Back at you!

I want to order!

What'll it be?

Chitterlings in green peppers.

Wood-ear salad.

Shrimp dumplings.

Sweet-cakes with cream.

Hey, she having issues?

No,

just beautiful regrets.

"201 5, 3 years, 45 days earlier"

I hear your telepathy
is like a supernatural power.

Isn't that a bit much?

I'd like a rack of lamb, with roast vegetables.

He'll have the rib-eye, medium rare.

For an appetizer, jumbo shrimp salad,
with extra rocket.

After the meal, give him a glass of coke,
with only 3 cubes.

And also a mint chocolate chip ice cream.

Well done.

Sadly, you missed one thing.

Anyone who knows my eating habits

could put together my order.

It happens that today I thought of something
I'd never ordered before.

Tequila Sunrise.

Some say this cocktail is like a Mexican sunrise,

scorching hot.

When you entered, the look you had
when you saw me,

I knew you'd want to order it.

You deserve your reputation.

The head of the four bounty hunters

didn't just ask me here today
just to help order a meal.

You even knew my drink.

How could you not know why invited you here?

It's okay, it's okay.

I invited you

because a fugitive from
last year's subway bombing in Spain

also happened to be here.

Since we both see ourselves
as the best in the protection business,

let's have a little contest.

I love contests.

A contest of the world's most important thing,

one's own heart.

The rules?

We date for a month.

Safeguard your own heart-

And you're the best there is.

Don't regret it.

If stealing men's hearts was a sin,

I'd already have offices in Hell.

Then it's settled.

"3 years, 29 days earlier"

When stealing someone's heart,

relying on appearances isn't enough.

You must have a strategy.

So during a first encounter,

you must add a few touches.