In the early morning, when the sky in the distance turns white, London has ushered in a new day.
In South London, in a highly confidential agency office building, angry roars could be heard early in the morning.
"Damn, I need an explanation! A reasonable explanation! Why did all the twelve agents we sent out disappear from the world? Tell me, why the hell is this?"
The person who spoke was a fat man with a bloated figure. He had a high nose bridge unique to Westerners, and his eyes were not big, but his gaze was very sharp.
At this time, anger was revealed in those brown pupils.
"Dear Mr. Lyman, you don't have to be so angry." The person who spoke this time was a middle-aged woman with long brown hair and gold-rimmed glasses. A contemptuous and angry smile hung on her face: "You should know
, what happened last night was tacitly approved by those bastards in the military and parliament. The reason why those superior bastards asked us to send people out to find out what happened was just to save their lives. So, I can guarantee that only twelve agents
They will not pursue his death."
The fat man looked serious and said nothing.
"Dear Mr. Lyman, you know this in your heart, don't you?" The woman sneered, not taking the man who was the head of the Secret Service seriously at all.
"But we at least need to know what happened last night, and how our people died, right?" The fat man was not angry because of the woman's ridicule, but said in a deep voice.
"What happened? Hey! My dear Mr. Lyman, do you think there is any truth to this kind of thing?" The woman sneered, saying: "As for our twelve brothers who died, well, who knows they were those bastards from the Holy See?
It was done by those villains from Dark Ghost!"
The fat man frowned.
"My dear Mr. Lyman, please don't show your cheap hypocrisy in front of me, okay? Really, you have lost what a British man should be. You have become like those guys.
The same hypocritical existence. You know very well that those bastards want to know the so-called truth just to satisfy the curiosity of some of their friends. However, our duty is to be loyal to this country, not to serve those bastard friends!
"The woman continued to sneer, and at the same time, her eyes were flashing with anger.
Because... among the twelve agents who died yesterday, one was his younger brother!
"m16, then, from your point of view, how should the so-called truth be reported?" the fat man asked with a sigh.
"It's very simple. Just tell the superiors that there was a conflict between the Holy See and the Dark Ghost last night. Both sides suffered casualties. The people we sent out were affected." The woman known as M16 said coldly: "As for the residents of the slums,
, Well, this can be handed over to the police. Presumably, with the level of lies that the police bastards lied to, it will be enough to eliminate the doubts in the hearts of the residents of the slums."
"Okay, let's do it like this." The fat man nodded in approval: "Then, it's your job to report the materials, m16."
m16 gritted his teeth, turned around and left.
…
At the same time, in the villa in the center of the Michel family estate.
As the patriarch of the Michelle family, Delson's face turned pale and his eye circles were bloodshot because he had not slept all night.
He sat on the sofa, smoking a cigar, and asked the housekeeper coldly: "Have you not investigated Green's whereabouts yet?"
"Not yet." The butler said with fear.
Ever since Delson received the news last night that Green and Old Pique's plan to deal with Chen Fan failed, the atmosphere in the entire Michel family has become extremely serious.
Later, the Michel family used many connections, but did not investigate Green's whereabouts. They only investigated that Green fell into the hands of Chen Fan, and then Chen Fan led Chekov and the Hellfire mercenary group to kill the hidden
Members of the Yamaguchi group in London's slums.
The latest news from the investigation is that last night, people from the Holy See and the Dark Ghost appeared in the London slums one after another. As for what happened, there was no news at all.
"Is there no news from the Military Intelligence Department?" Delson felt the anger burning in his heart.
"Before dawn, I sent people to inquire, including people from the military and parliament, but no one inquired about the results." The housekeeper buried his head lower, then hesitated, and then said: "However, I heard that
Last night, the Military Intelligence Department sent twelve agents to secretly find out the truth of the matter, but all of them died, and the whereabouts of their bodies are unknown."
After hearing the butler's report in shock, Delson's expression became even more gloomy, and at the same time he had a bad intuition in his heart.
"Dingling bell..."
Perhaps to confirm his intuition, the phone suddenly rang in the originally quiet hall.
When the housekeeper heard the phone ringing, he quickly stepped forward to answer the call without saying a word.
"Is that old bastard Delson here?" The phone was connected, and a frivolous voice came from the receiver, with a hint of joking in his voice.
"Who are you?" the butler asked in a low tone.
"Damn it, let me ask you if that bastard Delson is here." On the other end of the phone, Chekov was lying on a big bed in a five-star hotel, enjoying the service of a blonde girl. His body shivered slightly, and then he cursed.
Said: "You raised bastard, listen, Uncle Chekov is about to have a meaningful activity with a beautiful baby, so don't waste Uncle Chekov's precious time and let that old bastard Delson
Come and answer the phone quickly."
Chekhov?!
When he heard these three words in shock, the butler's face suddenly changed wildly!
He knew very well that the failure of Green's team-up with Old Pique last night was entirely due to Chekov on the other end of the phone.
"Who is it?" On the sofa, Delson couldn't help but ask when he saw that the key person's expression was not right.
"Chekov..."
The housekeeper hesitated for a moment and answered truthfully.
Delson's face changed slightly, his pupils dilated slightly, then he put out his cigar, stood up, walked over in a few steps, and took the phone.
"Oh, dear baby, your mouth is so sexy. It feels so comfortable to wrap around Uncle Chekov. Oh, oh, oh, I swear to God, your ventriloquism is the best that Uncle Chekov has ever seen..."
"
When Delson put the receiver to his ear, Chekov's soothing voice came clearly through the radio and into his ears.
This made his originally ugly expression even more angry!
"Damn villain, where did you get Green?" Delson asked gloomily.
"Oh!!" Chekov screamed on the other end of the phone and cursed angrily: "Damn it, Delson, you bastard, you almost made me surrender. I spent a hundred thousand on this woman.
It's simply not cost-effective to surrender like this after getting it in pounds sterling."
"Villain, you..." Delson almost ran out of breath and fainted.
"Dear Delson, don't get excited, um, calm down, calm down, do you understand? Look at me, Uncle Chekov, being served by a woman's mouth, breathing normally, you have to learn from me..." Chekov
He laughed, and then seemed to feel that the time was almost up, and said in a deep voice: "Delson, your unlucky grandson found that bastard Old Pique last night and tried to plot against an Eastern friend of mine. My Eastern friend said, your
He received the kindness, and in return, he gave you something, um, in Chinese it's called... what's it called treasure?"
Chekov chuckled and asked, and then said: Oh, I remembered, it's called reciprocity."
With Chekhov's words ringing in his ears, Delson's heart sank, and the bad intuition in his heart became stronger.
"Okay, immortal thing, you've taken up too much of my time, I'm going to hang up!" Chekov lost interest in teasing Delson: "That gift is in the square of the Michel family manor.
Come on, you can go and take a look now."
With that said, Chekov immediately cut off the phone call.
"Beep...beep..."
Listening to the "beep" sound coming from the receiver, Delson's face became extremely gloomy.
"Bang!"
He slammed the phone down hard and said in a hoarse voice: "Go to the square!"
At the same time, in the five-star hotel, Chekov threw away his mobile phone, gently stroked the blonde's face, and asked: "Aha, honey, you said that old immortal bastard, when he saw that gift
Finally, won’t the expression be wonderful?”
The blonde paused slightly, opened her bright red lips, and smiled.
"Oh, baby, you have such a charming smile. Well, I swear to God, oh, no, I swear to the Vatican Saint Monica. By the way, I have met Monica, do you believe it?" Chekov
He said nonsense: "Aha, it seems like you don't believe it. But...it doesn't matter. Come on, baby, lie on the bed and lift your beautiful buttocks. I will let you experience the happiest feeling of a woman."
"Well, that's what it looks like...oh, praise God, it's so tight..."
"Oh, this is simply wonderful! I have decided that I will go to Asia for business in two days, and I must take you with me..."
Suddenly, the sound of a woman's sexual intercourse and Chekhov's howling voice came from the suite of the five-star hotel.
Delson, along with the old butler and dozens of bodyguards from the Michel family, hurried to the fountain square of the manor.
In the square, more than a dozen pillars stood there as usual. According to the fact that the fountain involved in Venus de Milo did not spray water, the entire square seemed particularly quiet.
The bodyguards, who had already been notified by the housekeeper, saw Delson and his entourage arriving and quickly greeted them, bowing and saying hello.
"What did you find?" Delson frowned and looked at the empty square. Since the visibility was not too high, he didn't find anything unusual.
There was still a trace of fear that could not be erased on the bodyguard's face. When he heard Delson's words, his teeth kept clashing together, and he replied with great dignity: "Bone...bone frame..."
"What?" Delson's eyes widened, and the butler's face changed wildly.
"Ge... Master Green's skeleton." The bodyguard swallowed and spoke quickly, then pointed behind him.
Delson subconsciously cast his gaze to the center of the square, and suddenly saw two bodyguards from the Michel family, carrying a corpse, walking slowly towards this side, their steps trembling.
"How do you know that's Green's skeleton??" Delson grabbed the bodyguard's collar and roared hoarsely.
"Master Green's name is written on the ground..." the bodyguard replied with an ugly expression.
Buzz!
When the bodyguard's words rang in his ears, Delson's mind went blank. He instinctively let go of the bodyguard, as if he had been petrified, and stood blankly at the entrance to the square.
"I swear to God, I will kill that bastard!!"
Looking at Green's white corpse, Delson's face was ferocious, like an angry beast, roaring incessantly.
