Absolute Honor

Outskirts of Stockholm.

This is a country house. The Nordic region is sparsely populated. It is not bad in this capital area. In many places, no people can be seen even after driving for half a day. This is especially true in winter. It is covered with snow and ice everywhere. It is really beautiful and lonely. All Northern Europe It is famous for the high incidence of depression.

To pass this villa, one has to pass through a large area of ​​woods. Most of the trees in Sweden are ash trees, pine and shirts, standing on both sides of the narrow path, like indifferent passers-by.

Two Land Rover SUVs crushed the snow mud on the ground, splashed, and quickly drove to the door of the villa.

A few sharp-eyed men wearing cold-proof 511 combat trousers, jackets and black felt hats jumped out of the car, and briefly checked the surroundings, and one of them nodded to the person standing by the car door.

Two people descended from the back seat of the Land Rover, one man and one woman, who looked over fifty.

Surrounded by the tall men, the man and the woman walked into the villa.

Before entering the door, I heard someone roaring inside, and then something fell to the ground and clinked.

The man and the woman exchanged glances, a tall entourage opened the wooden door, and the light and warmth rushed over his face.

"M! Passy!"

The man who had thrown something in the room looked back and saw the person coming, and the pair of wolves in his deep eye sockets stared at M and Percy fiercely.

This man is tall and well-proportioned. He is a pure Nordic race. His short gray hair is naturally curled up and spread on his head. Although he looks more than half a hundred years old, everything around his face looks like a knife. Full of ruthlessness.

"You guys finally showed up! Hahahahaha! I told these people just now, you dare not come, you have no seed!"

There was no expression on M's face, and Pasi and the two walked to the sofa by the fire. M took off the black gloves and threw them on the table.

"Anthony, have you made enough trouble!?"

Looking at Anthony, the current president of the Holy Cross in front of him, M's expression revealed infinite disgust.

"This sentence, I should be asking you!" Anthony grunted in his nose, walked back to the table, and sat down carelessly in front of M and Passy: "It was you who made excuses to say that there was an emergency and cheated me. Come to this ghost place..."

With that, he raised his head and looked around.

In the four corners of the room stood men like tall soldiers. Moreover, these people seem to be wearing the same clothes as the entourage who got off the Land Rover just now, with clear combat trousers and jackets, and felt hats on their heads.

What's more terrible is that these people all have an mpk5 submachine gun hanging on their chests.

"As a result, these so-called sas were sent to put me under house arrest?" Anthony looked at M and Passy contemptuously: "Do you think these **** can trap me?"

"Then why don't you run away?" M's gaze is like a wolf in the night. Although it is only a woman, he exudes a seductive aura: "You can try to escape and see what the consequences are!"

Anthony was obviously hit by M, and the expression on his face was startled, and then his tone was not as loud as before.

"I just don't want to run away. So far, there is still a cooperative relationship between you and me."

"Do you still know that we are a cooperative relationship?" Passy sneered.

"Hey!" Anthony flicked from the back of the sofa, poked his finger forward, and pointed at Passy: "Miguo, close your vomiting mouth! The one who is least qualified to intimidate me is you!"

Passy took off the top hat on his head, revealing the Mediterranean hairstyle. He dusted the hat in his hand and looked at Anthony and said, "The dog talks to the owner, it's best not to bark..."

Having said that, Passy threw the hat on the sofa, leaned forward, grabbed Anthony's outstretched finger with one hand, bent it back, and closed it.

"Otherwise, it's easy to be crippled and pulled away for humanitarian destruction."

Anthony stared at Passy, ​​both of them were full of swords and sparks.

"Two gentlemen, should you calm down first?" m said lightly, looking at the two of them.

Obviously m is the dominant figure here. After hearing the words, Passy and Anthony returned to their backs on the sofa.

"Anthony, we called you here because there is one thing for you to do." M said.

Anthony touched his chin and looked at M. It took a long time to say: "I know what you want me to do. Go to Castle Island to see Simon, right?"

"Yes." M said, "That's the plan."

"You dream!" Anthony pointed to the sas team members with guns around and said: "You might as well now they shot me to death, but do you dare?"

He became slightly excited again.

"Don't you just want me to die? I'm dead, and all your dirty things are buried in the coffin with me? Do you think that?"

m made no sound.

Anthony sneered: "You are either really stupid or pretending to be stupid~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Tell you, don’t think other people are stupid, only you who engage in intelligence are smart people. The Brotherhood of the Holy Cross has helped over the years. There are evidences for the bad things you did, the butts you wiped, and everything is not in the headquarters in a small town on the outskirts of Berlin. You can use your rich imagination and think about where they are. As long as I die, those things will naturally be sent to some places that should be sent, so that you can be buried with me!"

"Don't try to threaten mi6!" M sternly said: "If I let you enter Castle Island, I will send Sas in with you, and I will be responsible for persuading Major General Green to cooperate and allow Sas to take over this matter. Sas is there, what are you afraid of? As long as you agree to go in, we will have the bargaining chip to let Simon release His Royal Highness Gustav. As long as the royal family is okay, this matter will be easier to deal with!"

"Hahahahaha!" Anthony suddenly smiled and bent down and pointed at m, as if watching a funny clown performing on a circus stage.

"Do you really think that the so-called elite force sas in your British Empire is omnipotent? Do you know what training Simon has received since childhood? And there is also an Eric in it. They are all one of the twelve disciples, you I feel that the golden sign that has stood firm in the history of the Brotherhood of the Holy Cross for thousands of years was awarded by your queen by fawning on your self-righteous intelligence agencies!?"

After all, it was a belly laugh again, and tears came out of laughter.

"Don't think I don't know anything." Anthony said, "It's you sas. You used to fight against the X mercenary group in the castle tonight on your own homeland. Did you win?"

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