His name is Arthur Bishop. He lives in an elegant apartment in the most exclusive neighborhood in Manhattan. He enjoys the finest food and wine, the most sublime art and music, the most talented and expensive women. His body and brain represent absolute perfection of harmony between thought and action. And when the leaders of the Syndicate want a man eliminated, the call on--THE MECHANIC. From inside front Testing...Arthur Bishop and the young man called Steve stood watching the beautiful, nude girl sitting in the middle of the floor. She had just opened her veins with a razor blade and was gazing at the blood seeping out. "How long will it take?" She asked. "Steve will stop it. I know he will. I know he feels something for me." Bishop made a quick calculation. "Two and a half...three hours. You'll get cold first, then sleepy." "Hey, baby," said Steve. "I'm kinda hungry. What 'ya got in the frig?" Inwardly Arthur Bishop smiled. All he needed to complete his life was someone who could follow in his footsteps. Now, perhaps, he had found him...
Awesome cover of the iconic legend Charles Bronson. Arthur Bishop not only reads Satre and Nietzsche but also understands them equally. His house is elegantly decorated in fine arts, impeccable furniture, a man of great tastes. Bishop is refined, sophisticated, and meticulous. Bishop takes on a job, he painstakingly prepares and executes to perfection. An apartment explodes, the man torn apart. Bishop has a knack for killing, seemingly taking pride. Another kill he ingeniously induces a cardiac arrest on a mark. He takes on an apprentice and that's his biggest mistake. But a beautiful white lotus sports car will blow sky-high as they read a letter beyond the grave.
This book was so good for the first half...then it tanked horribly for about the next 1/4 or so and never really recovered. Although I will say that I enjoyed how the novel played out at the end. If it wasn't for that 1/4 of the book I would make a big deal about the lack of readership and the out of print status of this novel. Alas, I cannot because that stupid 1/4 of the book prevents me from lauding what could have been the best crime novel I have ever read.
"Second part I finished and it's fucked up...\n\n- I will try and the first part!"
"The Mechanic behind this work I can say that there is a talent and there is and master mind.
I really mean master mind not something like irony....
...."
"And what's the funny part? ...
THe irony is that you by yourself came here into the hands of your killer, so nice and so twisty."
"If you kill me... at least tell me how am I going to die... ...
I think that the image just got spoiled!"
"And the truth behind all... it's ain't gonna be juicy as you thought and as you think it's going to be... the people which are playing here are very talented... I mean the actors."
"Somebody wants to be a cop... to be a killer... a victim... I think the guy who wants to be this is..... Lewis John Carlino!?"
"Hitmans and hitmans.... mobs... a story for gangster lovers."
"That's very very fucked up and you made him very very very angry...."
"That's one fucking monster.... ...
You can't kill this son of biatch
47:50
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This guy is on Godmode...
(film)"
"And now are comming the old ways... the old school.... ...
Sometimes some stuff don't work... ....
Wow...wow... this guy is a fast learner"
"ANd he is a official Hitman...."
"1:06:00
- YOu are the perfect person for this job..."
"You hired me... now you gonna pay for your sins...
- THat's one son of biatch twisty scenario"
"The question is very simple and easy... how secured are you... and do you give fuck about the people which have died... and your father whoever was he?"
"I am sorry... but I can't be short... sorry If I have disappointed you....