Chapter 595
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Seeing the Damascus Steel Dagger, Simon's face flashed a trace of amazement.
"Why is this knife in your hand?"
"It was given to me by serandez before we went on a mission." Eric threw the knife at Simon's feet. "Come on, kill me with this knife!"
He slowly untied his bulletproof vest and reached out to his heart.
"Stab in here! To prove your stupidity!"
Serandez, the former president of the Holy Cross brotherhood, is also the adoptive father of Simon and Eric.
Simon stared at the Damascus Steel Dagger with unbelievable eyes. This is the president's Keepsake!
Silandez gave Eric the knife
That means
He's going to train Eric as his successor?!
Simon's eyes became complicated, stunned, angry and sad, all intertwined.
At the critical moment, the mobile phone in his pocket vibrated.
Take out the phone, Simon's gun still hasn't moved away, pointing at Eric all the time.
"Simon, my dear Simon!" the voice of Alexander Kovic came from the other end of the phone. "You did a beautiful job tonight. Don't worry. I will promise you everything you ask. By now, it should be over. Let's end the farce tonight."
Simon said coldly, "I haven't seen Anthony yet."
"That's not important, Simon. After tonight, Anthony won't live for two months, and MI6 and CIA won't let him go." Alexander kovich said: "now it's important for you. We've agreed on the conditions. You put down your gun and surrender with people. Just cooperate with them. I promise you'll be free in three months..."
"Hum..."
Simon pressed the hang up button, threw the phone on the ground, raised his hand and fired a shot.
The mobile phone was broken.
Eric looked at Simon in amazement, wondering what had happened.
But Simon put away his gun, turned and left along the corridor, and soon disappeared around the corner.
What the hell is going on?
Eric sat on the ground for a long time.
When he finally woke up from his surprise, he wanted to support his body, but he howled and sat back on the ground.
I was shot several times across my bulletproof vest. It's really hard.
……
A small town on the outskirts of Stockholm.
Korolev came out of a remote small hotel with a simple suitcase in his hand.
His feet crunched on the thick snow.
The small hotel came out and walked for a while. At the corner, there was a black Opel commercial van.
When passing the car, Korolev also took a special look at the car.
He lived here for three days, and the car stopped here for three days, but Korolev knew it was his protector and didn't have to worry.
A few days ago, he parted ways with the team to protect himself. In order to completely eliminate the leak, the CIA gave him a passport and let him quietly get on the train to Switzerland.
According to the agreement, 11 o'clock tonight is the last time to meet. According to the plan, the CIA team will come and pick him up, and then send him to a safe house in Britain.
Stepping on the snow and spraying hot air for more than ten minutes.
Finally, he came to the side of the road. In the dark, there were only a few lonely street lights standing by the trees on the side of the road, and a small station as lonely as Korolev. There was a shed roof that could let him block the wind and snow and take a breath.
Put the suitcase on the ground, Korolev took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, took off his gloves, took out his lighter and took it as the place.
He looked around. There was no one here, so he was relieved.
After fleeing from St. Petersburg and all the way to this neutral country, Korolev felt that his nerve was like a stretched string. Only this night did he feel a little relaxed.
Maybe a few days later, he can hand over the information under strict protection. Then, after a series of reviews, the CIA or MI6 will rebuild his identity, and maybe have a cosmetic surgery. Then he will hide in a rural villa in a European or American country in a new identity and spend the rest of his life with his little mistress, And there will be a large amount of dollars on hand, enough for him to live a good life.
Halfway through the smoke, two bright lights appeared at the end of the road in the distance.
Korolev was stunned. The strong light forced him to narrow his eyes. He looked in the direction of the vehicle.
From the angle and brightness of the lights off the ground, it was obviously a large truck.
It's strange. Although there are occasional vehicles full of wood passing here, they only appear during the day and are almost impossible to see in the late night of 11 o'clock.
An ominous omen welled up in Korolev's heart.
He dropped his cigarette, turned and was about to leave.
Two people flashed from the back of the station waiting hall behind them. They were wearing thick snow clothes and there was still snow on them. It can be seen that these people were hiding in the snow before?
Two tall strangers, on one side, caught Korolev and held him to the roadside like a chicken.
"You... You..."
Poor Korolev's face was whiter than the snow on the ground. His lips trembled and asked, "are you..."
"You should know who we are, comrade Korolev." one of the people on the left said in pure Russian, "come on, we'll take you back to your hometown."
"Hometown..." Korolev's eyes were filled with despair. He struggled to turn his head and looked in the direction of the Opel car.
In the distance, you can vaguely see the Opel car, quietly parked there, the cab was dark, and the people on the car didn't get off.
"Don't look, you won't get any protection. For a traitor, this may be your best end." the stranger on the right showed his snow-white teeth and smiled coldly.
The truck in the distance is getting closer and closer, and the light is getting brighter and brighter. In the wind and snow, it roars and rushes towards this side like a beast that eats people.
Waiting for the bus about seven or eight meters away from the waiting hall, the two people who caught Korolev almost said in a low voice: "for the motherland!"
Then, Korolev felt his feet light, and the whole man flew out in the clouds. Before he landed in the air, two bright and dazzling lights suddenly came in front of him.
"Ah --"
The violent crash interrupted his scream.
Korolev called out the last word in the world in horror, then flew out like a baseball hit by a bat, fell directly on the ground more than 20 meters away, slid a distance in the snow, and finally fell into a ditch on the side of the road, lying there head down like a broken puppet.
Blood, oozing from under him, gradually dyed a large area of snow red.
A KGB operator in a snow suit walked over, checked Korolev, who was no longer human, took a picture, turned and walked back.
The Volvo truck stopped at the roadside in front of it. They went to the truck. The co pilot's door opened. They jumped on the bus quickly. The car started slowly and quickly accelerated away from the scene and disappeared in the wind and snow.
In the distance, a man in a woolen coat and hat picked up his cell phone and dialed a number on Opel's business coach.
"M, the deal is done."
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Seeing the Damascus Steel Dagger, Simon's face flashed a trace of amazement.
"Why is this knife in your hand?"
"It was given to me by serandez before we went on a mission." Eric threw the knife at Simon's feet. "Come on, kill me with this knife!"
He slowly untied his bulletproof vest and reached out to his heart.
"Stab in here! To prove your stupidity!"
Serandez, the former president of the Holy Cross brotherhood, is also the adoptive father of Simon and Eric.
Simon stared at the Damascus Steel Dagger with unbelievable eyes. This is the president's Keepsake!
Silandez gave Eric the knife
That means
He's going to train Eric as his successor?!
Simon's eyes became complicated, stunned, angry and sad, all intertwined.
At the critical moment, the mobile phone in his pocket vibrated.
Take out the phone, Simon's gun still hasn't moved away, pointing at Eric all the time.
"Simon, my dear Simon!" the voice of Alexander Kovic came from the other end of the phone. "You did a beautiful job tonight. Don't worry. I will promise you everything you ask. By now, it should be over. Let's end the farce tonight."
Simon said coldly, "I haven't seen Anthony yet."
"That's not important, Simon. After tonight, Anthony won't live for two months, and MI6 and CIA won't let him go." Alexander kovich said: "now it's important for you. We've agreed on the conditions. You put down your gun and surrender with people. Just cooperate with them. I promise you'll be free in three months..."
"Hum..."
Simon pressed the hang up button, threw the phone on the ground, raised his hand and fired a shot.
The mobile phone was broken.
Eric looked at Simon in amazement, wondering what had happened.
But Simon put away his gun, turned and left along the corridor, and soon disappeared around the corner.
What the hell is going on?
Eric sat on the ground for a long time.
When he finally woke up from his surprise, he wanted to support his body, but he howled and sat back on the ground.
I was shot several times across my bulletproof vest. It's really hard.
……
A small town on the outskirts of Stockholm.
Korolev came out of a remote small hotel with a simple suitcase in his hand.
His feet crunched on the thick snow.
The small hotel came out and walked for a while. At the corner, there was a black Opel commercial van.
When passing the car, Korolev also took a special look at the car.
He lived here for three days, and the car stopped here for three days, but Korolev knew it was his protector and didn't have to worry.
A few days ago, he parted ways with the team to protect himself. In order to completely eliminate the leak, the CIA gave him a passport and let him quietly get on the train to Switzerland.
According to the agreement, 11 o'clock tonight is the last time to meet. According to the plan, the CIA team will come and pick him up, and then send him to a safe house in Britain.
Stepping on the snow and spraying hot air for more than ten minutes.
Finally, he came to the side of the road. In the dark, there were only a few lonely street lights standing by the trees on the side of the road, and a small station as lonely as Korolev. There was a shed roof that could let him block the wind and snow and take a breath.
Put the suitcase on the ground, Korolev took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, took off his gloves, took out his lighter and took it as the place.
He looked around. There was no one here, so he was relieved.
After fleeing from St. Petersburg and all the way to this neutral country, Korolev felt that his nerve was like a stretched string. Only this night did he feel a little relaxed.
Maybe a few days later, he can hand over the information under strict protection. Then, after a series of reviews, the CIA or MI6 will rebuild his identity, and maybe have a cosmetic surgery. Then he will hide in a rural villa in a European or American country in a new identity and spend the rest of his life with his little mistress, And there will be a large amount of dollars on hand, enough for him to live a good life.
Halfway through the smoke, two bright lights appeared at the end of the road in the distance.
Korolev was stunned. The strong light forced him to narrow his eyes. He looked in the direction of the vehicle.
From the angle and brightness of the lights off the ground, it was obviously a large truck.
It's strange. Although there are occasional vehicles full of wood passing here, they only appear during the day and are almost impossible to see in the late night of 11 o'clock.
An ominous omen welled up in Korolev's heart.
He dropped his cigarette, turned and was about to leave.
Two people flashed from the back of the station waiting hall behind them. They were wearing thick snow clothes and there was still snow on them. It can be seen that these people were hiding in the snow before?
Two tall strangers, on one side, caught Korolev and held him to the roadside like a chicken.
"You... You..."
Poor Korolev's face was whiter than the snow on the ground. His lips trembled and asked, "are you..."
"You should know who we are, comrade Korolev." one of the people on the left said in pure Russian, "come on, we'll take you back to your hometown."
"Hometown..." Korolev's eyes were filled with despair. He struggled to turn his head and looked in the direction of the Opel car.
In the distance, you can vaguely see the Opel car, quietly parked there, the cab was dark, and the people on the car didn't get off.
"Don't look, you won't get any protection. For a traitor, this may be your best end." the stranger on the right showed his snow-white teeth and smiled coldly.
The truck in the distance is getting closer and closer, and the light is getting brighter and brighter. In the wind and snow, it roars and rushes towards this side like a beast that eats people.
Waiting for the bus about seven or eight meters away from the waiting hall, the two people who caught Korolev almost said in a low voice: "for the motherland!"
Then, Korolev felt his feet light, and the whole man flew out in the clouds. Before he landed in the air, two bright and dazzling lights suddenly came in front of him.
"Ah --"
The violent crash interrupted his scream.
Korolev called out the last word in the world in horror, then flew out like a baseball hit by a bat, fell directly on the ground more than 20 meters away, slid a distance in the snow, and finally fell into a ditch on the side of the road, lying there head down like a broken puppet.
Blood, oozing from under him, gradually dyed a large area of snow red.
A KGB operator in a snow suit walked over, checked Korolev, who was no longer human, took a picture, turned and walked back.
The Volvo truck stopped at the roadside in front of it. They went to the truck. The co pilot's door opened. They jumped on the bus quickly. The car started slowly and quickly accelerated away from the scene and disappeared in the wind and snow.
In the distance, a man in a woolen coat and hat picked up his cell phone and dialed a number on Opel's business coach.
"M, the deal is done."
Seeing the Damascus Steel Dagger, Simon's face flashed a trace of amazement."Why is this knife in your hand?""It was given to me by serandez before we went on a mission." Eric threw the knife at Simon's feet. "Come on, kill me with this knife!"He slowly untied his bulletproof vest and reached out to his heart."Stab in here! To prove your stupidity!"Serandez, the former president of the Holy Cross brotherhood, is also the adoptive father of Simon and Eric.Simon stared at the Damascus Steel Dagger with unbelievable eyes. This is the president's Keepsake!Silandez gave Eric the knifeThat meansHe's going to train Eric as his successor?!Simon's eyes became complicated, stunned, angry and sad, all intertwined.At the critical moment, the mobile phone in his pocket vibrated.Take out the phone, Simon's gun still hasn't moved away, pointing at Eric all the time."Simon, my dear Simon!" the voice of Alexander Kovic came from the other end of the phone. "You did a beautiful job tonight. Don't worry. I will promise you everything you ask. By now, it should be over. Let's end the farce tonight."Simon said coldly, "I haven't seen Anthony yet.""That's not important, Simon. After tonight, Anthony won't live for two months, and MI6 and CIA won't let him go." Alexander kovich said: "now it's important for you. We've agreed on the conditions. You put down your gun and surrender with people. Just cooperate with them. I promise you'll be free in three months...""Hum..."Simon pressed the hang up button, threw the phone on the ground, raised his hand and fired a shot.The mobile phone was broken.Eric looked at Simon in amazement, wondering what had happened.But Simon put away his gun, turned and left along the corridor, and soon disappeared around the corner.What the hell is going on?Eric sat on the ground for a long time.When he finally woke up from his surprise, he wanted to support his body, but he howled and sat back on the ground.I was shot several times across my bulletproof vest. It's really hard.A small town on the outskirts of Stockholm.Korolev came out of a remote small hotel with a simple suitcase in his hand.His feet crunched on the thick snow.The small hotel came out and walked for a while. At the corner, there was a black Opel commercial van.When passing the car, Korolev also took a special look at the car.He lived here for three days, and the car stopped here for three days, but Korolev knew it was his protector and didn't have to worry.A few days ago, he parted ways with the team to protect himself. In order to completely eliminate the leak, the CIA gave him a passport and let him quietly get on the train to Switzerland.According to the agreement, 11 o'clock tonight is the last time to meet. According to the plan, the CIA team will come and pick him up, and then send him to a safe house in Britain.Stepping on the snow and spraying hot air for more than ten minutes.Finally, he came to the side of the road. In the dark, there were only a few lonely street lights standing by the trees on the side of the road, and a small station as lonely as Korolev. There was a shed roof that could let him block the wind and snow and take a breath.Put the suitcase on the ground, Korolev took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, took off his gloves, took out his lighter and took it as the place.He looked around. There was no one here, so he was relieved.After fleeing from St. Petersburg and all the way to this neutral country, Korolev felt that his nerve was like a stretched string. Only this night did he feel a little relaxed.Maybe a few days later, he can hand over the information under strict protection. Then, after a series of reviews, the CIA or MI6 will rebuild his identity, and maybe have a cosmetic surgery. Then he will hide in a rural villa in a European or American country in a new identity and spend the rest of his life with his little mistress, And there will be a large amount of dollars on hand, enough for him to live a good life.Halfway through the smoke, two bright lights appeared at the end of the road in the distance.Korolev was stunned. The strong light forced him to narrow his eyes. He looked in the direction of the vehicle.From the angle and brightness of the lights off the ground, it was obviously a large truck.It's strange. Although there are occasional vehicles full of wood passing here, they only appear during the day and are almost impossible to see in the late night of 11 o'clock.An ominous omen welled up in Korolev's heart.He dropped his cigarette, turned and was about to leave.Two people flashed from the back of the station waiting hall behind them. They were wearing thick snow clothes and there was still snow on them. It can be seen that these people were hiding in the snow before?Two tall strangers, on one side, caught Korolev and held him to the roadside like a chicken."You... You..."Poor Korolev's face was whiter than the snow on the ground. His lips trembled and asked, "are you...""You should know who we are, comrade Korolev." one of the people on the left said in pure Russian, "come on, we'll take you back to your hometown.""Hometown..." Korolev's eyes were filled with despair. He struggled to turn his head and looked in the direction of the Opel car.In the distance, you can vaguely see the Opel car, quietly parked there, the cab was dark, and the people on the car didn't get off."Don't look, you won't get any protection. For a traitor, this may be your best end." the stranger on the right showed his snow-white teeth and smiled coldly.The truck in the distance is getting closer and closer, and the light is getting brighter and brighter. In the wind and snow, it roars and rushes towards this side like a beast that eats people.Waiting for the bus about seven or eight meters away from the waiting hall, the two people who caught Korolev almost said in a low voice: "for the motherland!"Then, Korolev felt his feet light, and the whole man flew out in the clouds. Before he landed in the air, two bright and dazzling lights suddenly came in front of him."Ah --"The violent crash interrupted his scream.Korolev called out the last word in the world in horror, then flew out like a baseball hit by a bat, fell directly on the ground more than 20 meters away, slid a distance in the snow, and finally fell into a ditch on the side of the road, lying there head down like a broken puppet.Blood, oozing from under him, gradually dyed a large area of snow red.A KGB operator in a snow suit walked over, checked Korolev, who was no longer human, took a picture, turned and walked back.The Volvo truck stopped at the roadside in front of it. They went to the truck. The co pilot's door opened. They jumped on the bus quickly. The car started slowly and quickly accelerated away from the scene and disappeared in the wind and snow.In the distance, a man in a woolen coat and hat picked up his cell phone and dialed a number on Opel's business coach."M, the deal is done."
