Seeing the Damascus steel dagger, a trace of consternation flashed across Simon's face.
"How could this knife be in your hand!?"
"This is what Thraland gave me, before we went on a mission."
Eric threw the knife at Simon's feet: "Come, kill me with this knife!"
” He slowly unfastened his body armor and reached out and touched his heart.
"Punch in here!
Come prove your stupidity!
” Thranders, the former president of the Brotherhood of the Holy Cross, is also the adoptive father of Simon and Eric.
Simon stared at the Damascus steel dagger in disbelief, this is the president's token!
Thranders gave the knife to Eric ......
That means......
He intends to raise Eric as a successor?!
Simon's gaze became complicated, shock, anger, and sadness, all intertwined.
At the critical moment, the mobile phone in his pocket vibrate.
Taking out the phone, Simon's muzzle still did not move away, and kept pointing at Eric.
"Simon, my dear Simon!"
Alexandrikovich's voice came from the other end of the phone, "You did a beautiful job tonight, don't worry, I will promise you everything you ask, the matter should be over now, just end this farce tonight." ” Simon said coldly: "I haven't seen Anthony yet." ” "That doesn't matter, Simon, after tonight, Anthony won't live for more than two months, and I6 and CIA won't let him go."
Aleksandrovich said: "The important thing now is yourself, the conditions have been negotiated, you take people to put down their guns and surrender, you just need to cooperate with them to perform, I guarantee that after three months, you will be free......"
"Humph......"
Simon pressed the hang up button, threw the phone on the ground, raised his hand and fired a shot.
The mobile phone was smashed.
Eric looked at Simon in amazement, wondering what was really going on.
However, Simon put away his gun, turned and left along the corridor, quickly disappearing around the corner.
Finally......
What's going on?
Eric sat on the ground for a long time and didn't come back to his senses.
When he finally woke up from his surprise and tried to brace his body, he wailed and sat back on the ground.
I was shot several times through body armor, and it was really uncomfortable. …… A small town on the outskirts of Stockholm.
Korolev walked out of a small hotel in the middle of nowhere, carrying a simple suitcase.
Feet crunching on the thick snow.
The small inn came out and walked for a while, and around the corner, a black Opel caravan was parked.
When passing by the car, Korolev also took a special look at the car.
He lived here for three days, the car was parked here for three days, but Korolev knew that this was the one who protected him and did not have to worry.
A few days ago, he parted ways with the group that protected him, and in order to put an end to the leaks, the CIA gave him a passport and let him quietly board the train to Switzerland.
As agreed, tonight at eleven o'clock, it was the time for the final connection, and according to the plan, the CIA team would come and pick him up and send him to a safe house in Great Britain.
I walked for more than ten minutes with snow and hot air.
Finally came to the side of the road, where only a few lonely street lamps stood by the trees by the roadside in the darkness, and there was a small station as lonely as Korolev, with a shed roof, which would keep him out of the wind and snow and take a breath by the way.
Putting the suitcase on the ground, Korolev took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, took off his gloves and took out a lighter, and clicked.
He glanced around, and there was not a single figure here, so he was relieved.
Starting his escape from St.
Petersburg and all the way to this neutral country, Korolev felt like a string stretched to the extreme, and only this night made him feel a little relaxed.
Maybe in a few days, he can hand over the information under strict protection, and then after a series of reviews, the CIA or i6 will recreate his identity, maybe a plastic surgery, and then he will hide in a country house in some European or American country under a new identity, and live the rest of his life with his little mistress, and he will have a large amount of dollars on hand, enough for him to live a good life.
Halfway through the cigarette, two bright headlights appeared at the end of the road in the distance.
Korolev was stunned for a moment, the bright light made him squint, and he looked in the direction of the car.
Judging from the angle of the headlights off the ground and the brightness of the headlights, it was clearly a large truck.
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Strangely, although there are occasional vehicles full of timber passing by, they only appear during the day, and it is almost impossible to see in the middle of the night at eleven o'clock.
Korolev's heart was courageous, an ominous omen.
He threw down his cigarette and turned to leave.
Two people flashed out on the back of the station waiting hall behind them, these two people were wearing thick snow suits, and there was still snow on them, so it could be seen that these people were hiding in the snow before?
Two tall strangers grabbed Korolev on one side and held him to the side of the road like a chicken.
"You ......
You ......"
Poor Korolev's face was whiter than the snow on the ground, and his lips trembled and he asked: "...... you are" "You should know who we are, Comrade Korolev."
One of the men on the left said in Russian that could not be more pure: "Come, we will take you back to your hometown." ” "Old ......"
Korolev's eyes were suddenly filled with despair, and he struggled to turn his head and look in the direction of the Opel.
In the distance, the Opel car could be vaguely seen, parked there quietly, the cab was dark, and the people in the car did not get out of the car.
"Don't look at it, you won't get any protection, and for a traitor, this may be the best fate for you."
The stranger on the right bared his snow-white teeth and smiled chillingly.
The big truck in the distance got closer and closer, the lights became brighter and brighter, and in the wind and snow, it roared like a man-devouring beast, roaring towards this direction.
Waiting for the car to be about seven or eight meters away from the waiting hall, the two people who caught Korolev almost simultaneously said in a deep voice: "For the motherland!"
” Then, Korolev felt a lightness under his feet, and the whole person flew out like a cloud, and before he landed in the air, the dazzling lights of the two books suddenly arrived in front of him.
"Ahh Bang – His exclamation was interrupted by a violent crash.
Korolev screamed out the last word in the world in horror, and then flew out like a baseball hit by a bat, flew more than twenty meters, slipped on the snow for a while, and then fell into a ditch on the side of the road, lying there headfirst like a puppet with a broken string.
Blood, oozing from beneath him, gradually stained a large expanse of snow red.
A KGB operative in a snow suit walked over, checked Korolev, who was no longer humanoid, then took a picture and turned to walk back.
The Volvo truck stopped on the side of the road in front of them, the two walked to the truck, the co-pilot's door opened, and the two jumped into the car with agility, the car started slowly, and quickly accelerated away from the scene, disappearing into the wind and snow.
In the distance, a man in a tweed coat and a hat in the Opel caravan picked up his mobile phone and dialed a number.
The deal is done."