Anderson sat dejectedly on the sofa, his face full of incredibleness and his eyes were even more confused. He knew very well how important Nasrula, a nail that penetrated Iran's internal forces, was not only very smooth, but also received support from Iran's top leaders, but this time he was secretly executed by Iran.

In this way, the results of my hard work will be wasted, and the intimate relationship with Miller and the International Arms Federation behind him may also have huge cracks. Just like the cold and puzzled look that Miller casts at the moment, Anderson can feel extremely distrust.

However, what can he say now? His specific contact with Nasrula was done by Anderson. Whether it was leaked or accidentally exposed, Anderson could not escape the relationship. At the same time, he also completely destroyed his rigorous, efficient and meticulous perfect image that he was proud of. Faced with such consequences, Anderson, who had a strong self-esteem, could not accept it.

Therefore, in a brief confusion, Anderson's original incredible eyes returned to his previous shrewd expression, and changed his previous humility and cowardice. He looked at Miller in front of him, knowing that if he did not fight for him, Anderson would definitely plummet in the mind of the International Arms Federation. By then, let alone the future stable throne of Prime Minister, even the current position of senior adviser of the British government is in danger.

Since this moment has come, he no longer has to pretend to be humble. Instead, he exudes the calmness, courage and slight cruelty of a former MI6 agent from the inside out. After all, in his opinion, although Nasrula's death is surprising, it is nothing, because there are a lot of people like Nasrula in Iran. Since one is missing, just find another one. Anyway, as long as the goal is achieved, he doesn't care whether the other party is Nasrula:

"Mr. Miller, please calm down. Since Nasrula is dead, is there no way we can do it?"

"How?" With Miller's sophistication and the old Taoist, how could he not see what Anderson was thinking at this moment, and sneered disdainfully:

"Hmph! Then think of a way to destroy the newly reached arms sales agreement between China and Iran!"

"Has China and Iran reached an agreement again?" After hearing this news, Anderson was stunned and exclaimed in a daze: "Just a few days ago, I received reliable news from Iran that the Iranian government once again terminated the arms sales negotiations with China. How could this happen... Impossible... Impossible... Mr. Miller, this is absolutely impossible..."

Seeing Anderson who was almost out of control, Miller was too lazy to take a look. Anyway, he was found to be a suitable piece. When Miller heard that the plan failed, he had already made up his mind to abandon the piece ruthlessly, so as not to fall into his hands and become a hot potato with nowhere to be placed.

Of course, he also knew that Anderson would not give up so easily, but that wouldn't matter. As the deputy director of the China-UK Intelligence Agency, Miller has some ways to make him obedient. If it really doesn't work, it is not impossible to let this former agent of MI6 disappear silently from the world.

However, before that, Miller's demeanor of Western chivalry would still let Anderson know the whole story so that he could have the right to defend himself. This is also Miller's usual style in dealing with similar things. Although it seems a bit redundant to outsiders, Miller is still happy. To put it bluntly, he enjoys the wonderful process of controlling life and death.

The man in black standing beside him was Miller's confidant, so he naturally knew the boss's habits. Therefore, when he saw Miller's signature playful smile on his face, he stepped forward and said unquestionably to Anderson opposite him:

"The accurate information sent by our agents lurking in Tehran and this telegram has confirmed that China and Iran reached an arms sales agreement of up to $300 million the day before yesterday. Not only that, the first batch of weapons and equipment have been loaded and shipped..."

"Free ship to ship?" Before the man in black finished speaking, Anderson interrupted his words. Anderson could not believe his own ears, but he knew that he had heard it correctly. He just didn't expect that the Chinese were so fast that they began to fulfill the contract in two days. Could it be that they... Thinking of this, Anderson's eyes suddenly lit up and he said to Miller urgently:

"Mr. Miller, the Chinese are preparing to cook the raw rice for Iranian arms sales and reach a fait accompli. We must not let them succeed... The agreement reached the day before yesterday has only been three days...three days...three days...Chinese ships should leave the port not long after three days.

We still have the opportunity to send a navy... For the powerful US Navy, our British navy can also participate in the operation and intercept it in the high seas near Iran. For the reason... it is to violate the UN resolution. By then, China will definitely be mute and suffer from Coptis chinensis, not to mention that China's navy is so weak..."

Anderson became more and more excited as he spoke, and he became a little excited in the end. He served as an officer of the British Royal Navy and was very familiar with the navy. He was familiar with the sea interception. He was familiar with the geography, hydrology, and weather conditions of the Persian Gulf, the Gulf of Aden and the Red Sea. He was even more undisclosed.

Not long after, a detailed interception and disposal plan for Chinese ships was born. Anderson secretly glad that he finally found a way to save the fire, but the matter was a bit big, but this was no longer important. Now, as long as the goal is achieved, it is enough.

However, Anderson was proud to come up with such a perfect solution in a short time, but Miller, who was sitting opposite him, still looked at him coldly, with a hint of playfulness and irony in his eyes. Anderson was very familiar with that look because he knew that when people watched clown performances or comedy performances, he was extremely unfamiliar because Anderson had never experienced such a situation since he was born. For this reason, Anderson's high-pitched voice gradually fell, and at the same time his excited expression also subsided.

Seeing Anderson stopping his words, the cold smile on his face became even stronger. Yes, he just likes the feeling of Anderson defending himself at this time, as if he couldn't see the big Chinese joke in his heart, looking at Anderson's performance in front of him could be considered comforting. What's more, his stay and stay is only in his own thoughts. Such a feeling of comfort is something that ordinary people cannot understand. So when Anderson stopped talking, Miller couldn't help but feel a little bit of a playful and insistent in his heart, and he seemed to be serious and asked:

"What if China was using North Korean ships?"

If Anderson had seen Miller look like this, he would have been very careful. However, at this time he was already blinded by the future Prime Minister's unreachable fantasy. In order to keep this powerful backer, he would not care about so much. He was eager to sell the plans he had come up with in a hurry, so he responded without thinking:

"North Korea? North Korean ships can still intercept..."

But as soon as Anderson said this, he realized his mistake. The eyes of Miller and the man in black in the room also confirmed his thoughts, but what he couldn't bear was that the eyes of Miller and the two of them were not ordinary sarcasm and ridicule, but the look that could not be described in words when watching fools perform. This made Anderson not be able to bear it. An inexplicable anger was instantly engraved with his fair face:

"Mr. Miller, you are very unfriendly insulting a gentleman!" Anderson's cold face flashed with a hint of determination, and his tone became stiff. The unconcealed threat made him feel like he was burning his way, but this feeling was ridiculously childish in Miller's eyes:

"Gentleman? He actually wants to intercept North Korean ships. I think only the so-called gentleman like you who is not as rotten as you can think of it!" As he said that, Miller suddenly stood up, his eyebrows stood up, and his tone changed, and he sternly said to Anderson:

"It's a blessing that you've been in MI6 for so long. Don't you know the consequences of stopping North Korean ships? At that time, North Korea's red dictatorship will inevitably take this opportunity to turn the 38th parallel into a sea of ​​fire. Do you Britain still want to fight a Korean war with heavy losses? You must know that it's not making money, but using your life to exchange for unnecessary sacrifices.

Neither the US government nor the International Arms Federation will do such stupid things. China's move is indeed unexpected, which in turn means that your Anderson's ability is not as strong as we had previously estimated, but no matter what you say, you have tried your best. Just like Brown, we can't treat you badly no matter what!"

"Are you your prisoner like Brown?" Anderson sneered: "You have to be clear about one thing, Mr. Miller, I'm not Brown!"

"Oh? Is it?" Miller's smile was colder than Anderson: "Do you want to threaten me with a privately carved audio tape?"

"You...how do you know?" Anderson couldn't help but look at Miller in shock, and Miller smiled calmly: "They are all from agents. How can I not know what you are doing!"

"I'll fight with you!" But the final trump card was completely overturned. Anderson knew that he had failed this time. Faced with such an irreversible defeat, he could only sacrifice his life, otherwise he would become a bird in a cage like Brown. In that case, his dreams, his hopes, and his life would be completely finished. But before he could move, he felt a violent vibration coming from the back of his head. When he fell down slanted, he vaguely saw the man in black appearing behind him at some point, and he could only curse angrily:

"fuck!" fell into endless darkness......
Chapter completed!