"The Day of the Jackal", written by the Englishman Frederick Forsyth, a contemporary very good novelist of international political themes, with a rich and colorful resume, served as a fighter pilot, worked as a foreign correspondent for Reuters and the BBC, and in 1971, the Virgo "The Day of the Jackal" was published, and began to write.
Thirty years ago, the school library accidentally turned to this book, after randomly browsing the part, immediately was deeply attracted, and then read it in one breath, after the last word was read, two words flashed in my mind: regret!
I disobeyed for the jackal, grievanced for the jackal, although at the beginning I knew that the assassination was bound to fail, but the whole process looked down, I just couldn't accept this result! Even if it fails, the police still don't know who the jackal is, it's a mess! For a long time, I was languishing because of the jackal.
Strict logical reasoning, crisp and neat code of action, anti-micro-gradual safety awareness, always everywhere show the jackal's impeccable professionalism, in addition to rigorous or rigorous, cattle!
