This is a country house. The Nordic region is sparsely populated. It’s pretty good in this capital area. In many places, you can’t even see a living person after driving for half a day. This is especially true in winter, when everything is covered with ice and snow. It’s such beautiful mountains, water, and loneliness. All of Northern Europe
It is a place known for high rates of depression.
To pass this villa, you have to pass through a large forest. Most of the trees in Sweden are ash trees, pine trees, and tangerine trees. They stand on both sides of the narrow path, like indifferent passers-by.
Two Land Rover SUVs rolled up the slush on the ground, splashed it, and quickly drove to the door of the villa.
A few sharp-eyed men wearing cold-proof 511 combat pants, jackets, and black felt hats jumped out of the car. They briefly looked around, and one of them nodded to the person standing by the car door.
Two people got out of the back seat of the Land Rover, one man and one woman. They looked to be over fifty.
Surrounded by those tall men, the man and the woman walked into the villa.
Before I even entered the door, I heard someone roaring inside, and then something fell to the ground, making a clanging noise.
The man and woman exchanged glances with each other. A tall attendant pushed open the wooden door, and light and warmth rushed in.
"M! Patsy!"
The man who was throwing things in the room turned around and saw the person coming, staring fiercely at M and Patsy with his deep-set jackal-like eyes.
This man is well-proportioned and tall. He is of pure Nordic race at first glance. His short gray hair is naturally rolled up and spread on his head. Although he looks to be over fifty years old, every part of his face is like a knife, and there is something like a knife inside.
Full of ruthlessness.
"You finally showed up! Hahahaha! I just told these people, you dare not not come, you have no idea!"
There was no expression on M's face, and he and Patsy walked to the sofa by the fire. M took off his black gloves and threw them on the table.
"Anthony, have you made enough trouble!?"
Looking at Anthony, the current president of the Holy Cross Society in front of him, M's expression revealed endless disgust.
"I should be the one asking you this!" Anthony snorted, walked back to the table, and sat down carelessly in front of M and Patsy: "It was you who made excuses to deceive me by saying there was something urgent.
Come to this damn place..."
As he spoke, he raised his head and looked around.
In the four corners of the room, there were tall men standing like soldiers. Moreover, these men and the entourage who got out of the Land Rover seemed to be wearing very similar clothes, wearing clear combat pants and assault jackets, and felt hats.
What's even worse is that all of these people have MPK5 submachine guns hanging on their chests.
"In the end, these so-called SAS were sent to put me under house arrest?" Anthony looked at M and Patsy with contempt: "Do you think these garbage can trap me?"
"Then why don't you run away?" M's eyes were like a wolf in the night. Although she is only a woman, she exudes an alluring aura: "You can try to run away and see what the consequences are!"
Anthony was obviously hit hard by M's blow. 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, you and I still have a cooperative relationship."
"You still know that we have a cooperative relationship?" Patsy sneered.
"Hey!" Anthony jumped up from the back of the sofa, thrust his finger forward, and pointed at Patsy: "American man, shut up that mouth of yours that makes me sick! You are the least qualified to threaten me!"
Patsy took off the top hat on his head, revealing his Mediterranean hairstyle. He dusted the hat in his hands, looked at Anthony and said: "It's best not to bark when a dog talks to its owner..."
Having said this, Patsy threw his hat on the sofa, leaned forward, grabbed Anthony's outstretched finger with one hand, bent it back, and closed it.
"Otherwise, it would be easy to be beaten to a limp and then sent for humane destruction."
Anthony stared at Patsy, their eyes full of swords and sparks flying.
"Gentlemen, should you calm down first?" M looked at the two of them and said calmly.
It was obvious that M was the dominant figure here. After hearing this, Patsy and Anthony returned to their seats and leaned back on the sofa.
"Anthony, we called you here because there is something we want you to do." M said.
Anthony touched his chin, looked at M, and said after a long time: "I know what you want me to do, go to Castle Island to meet Simon, right?"
"That's right." M said, "That's the plan."
"You are dreaming!" Anthony pointed to the SAS members holding guns around him and said: "You might as well let them shoot me now, but do you dare?"
He became slightly agitated again.
"Don't you just want me to die? When I die, all your dirty deeds will be buried in the coffin with me? Is this what you want?"
M said nothing.
Anthony sneered: "You are either really stupid or pretending to be stupid. Let me tell you, don't think that everyone else is stupid. Only you who are engaged in intelligence are smart people. The Brotherhood of Holy Cross has done all the bad things for you over the years."
, those butts I wiped, everything has evidence, and these are not placed in the headquarters in a small town outside Berlin. You can use your rich imagination and think about where they are. As long as I die, those
The things will naturally be sent to the places where they should be sent, so that you can be buried with me!"
"Don't try to blackmail MI6!" M sternly said: "If I let you enter Castle Island, I will send SAS to follow you in, and I will be responsible for convincing Major General Green to cooperate and allow SAS to take over this matter. With SAS here, what are you afraid of?
! As long as you agree to go in, we will have bargaining chips and can ask Simon to release His Highness Gustav. As long as the royal family is okay, this matter will be easier to deal with! "
"Hahahaha!" Anthony suddenly laughed so much that he bent down and pointed at M, as if he was watching a funny clown performing on a circus stage.
"Do you really think that the so-called elite force of your British Empire, the SAS, is omnipotent? Do you know what kind of training Simon received since he was a child? Also, there is also Eric in it, and they are all one of the Twelve Apostles. You
Do you think that the Holy Cross Brotherhood’s golden name that has stood firm in its history for thousands of years was awarded by your queen by currying favor with your self-righteous intelligence agencies!?”
After that, he burst into laughter again, until tears came out of his eyes.
"Don't think I don't know anything." Anthony said: "Even you SAS have fought against the X mercenary group in the castle tonight in your own homeland before. Did you win?"
Looking at the arrogant Anthony, M looked angry, but couldn't get angry.