Crocodile Tears (Alex Rider, Book 8)
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A charity broker con artist has raised millions of dollars in donations, only to invest them in a form of genetically modified corn that has the power to release an airborne strain of virus so powerful it can knock out an entire country in one windy day. A catastrophe so far-reaching that it would raise millions of dollars more in charitable donations, all of which would be embezzled by one man. The antidote? Alex Rider, of course, who survives gunfire, explosions, and hand-to-hand combat with mercenaries - just another day in the life of an average kid.
seemed to notice Bulman’s briefcase for the first time. “What are you carrying?” he asked. The question took Bulman by surprise. “Why do you want to know?” he snapped. Before he could stop him, the first policeman had picked up the briefcase. “Do you mind if we look i nside?” “Yes. As a matter of fact, I do.” It was already too late. The policeman opened the briefcase and was looking at the contents, his face full of horror. With a sense that his whole life was draining away from him, Bulman
itself First Aid—came forward with a comprehensive plan to distribute food, blankets, and, most important of all, potassium iodate tablets for every one of the eight million people of Chennai to counter possible radiation sickness. As always, the world’s people were unfailing in their generosity, and by the end of the week First Aid had raised over two million dollars. Of course, if the disaster had been any greater, they would have raised much, much more. Chapter 2: REFLECTIONS IN A
always did when he was about to pronounce sentence. “I hate the idea of your missing any more lessons, but I’m afraid I am going to have to make an example of you. You are going to have one day’s suspension from school. You are to go home straightaway, and I’ve written a note for you to take with you.” Half an hour later, Alex crossed the school yard with a sense of injustice burning in him. He had survived poisonous plants and insects, hand-to-hand combat, and machine-gun fire. He had
to respond to disasters wherever they took place. “I would imagine that you know very little about international charity, Alex. But when a catastrophe occurs—the Asian tsunami in 2004 is a good example—people all over the world rush to respond. Old-age pensioners dip into their savings. Ten dollars here, twenty dollars there. It soon adds up. At the same time, banks and businesses fight to outdo each other with very public displays of generosity. None of them really care about people dying in
shingle on its short, squat legs, all the way to the foot of the ladder. He climbed the last few steps, using his hands to steady himself at the top. If he fell! … He could imagine it. Smashing into the shingle. Perhaps breaking an ankle or a leg. And then being torn apart between the two animals as they fought over him. There could be no more horrible death. The crocodile threw itself at the ladder and the whole thing shuddered. How many people had McCain terrorized in this way? He looked up.