Seeing the Damascus steel dagger, a trace of surprise flashed across Simon's face.
"Why is this knife in your hand!?"
"This was given to me by Thrandes, before we went on the mission." Eric threw the knife at Simon's feet: "Come, kill me with this knife!"
He slowly unbuttoned his body armor, stretched out his hand and tapped on his heart.
"Stab it here! To prove your stupidity!"
Thrandes is the former president of the Brotherhood of Holy Cross and the adoptive father of Simon and Eric.
Simon stared at the Damascus steel dagger with disbelief. It was the president's token!
Thrandes gave the knife to Eric...
That means...
He plans to groom Eric as his successor?!
Ximen's eyes became complicated, with shock, anger, and sadness all intertwined together.
At the critical moment, the cell phone in his pocket vibrated.
Taking out the phone, Simon still kept his gun pointed at Eric.
"Simon, my dear Simon!" Aleksandrovich's voice came from the other end of the phone, "You did a great job tonight. Don't worry, I will agree to everything you ask for. The matter should be over now.
Okay, let’s end this farce tonight.”
Ximen said coldly: "I haven't seen Anthony yet."
"That's not important, Simon. After tonight, Anthony will not live for more than two months. MI6 and CIA will not let him go." Alexanderkovic said: "The important thing now is you. We have already negotiated the conditions.
, you lead the people to put down their guns and surrender, you just need to cooperate with them to perform, I guarantee that you will be free in three months..."
"snort……"
Ximen pressed the hang up button, threw the phone on the ground, raised his hand and fired.
The mobile phone was smashed.
Eric looked at Simon in shock, wondering what was happening.
However, Ximen put away his gun, turned around and left along the corridor, quickly disappearing around the corner.
What the hell is going on?
Eric sat on the ground for a long time without coming back to his senses.
When he finally woke up from the shock and wanted to prop himself up, he whined and sat back down on the ground.
I was shot several times through my body armor, which was really uncomfortable.
…
A small town on the outskirts of Stockholm.
Korolev walked out of a remote small hotel, carrying a simple suitcase in his hand.
My feet stepped on the thick snow, making a crunching sound.
After walking out of the small hotel for a while, there was a black Opel van parked at the corner.
When passing the vehicle, Korolev took a special look at the vehicle.
He stayed here for three days and the car was parked here for three days, but Korolev knew that this was the person who protected him and there was no need to worry.
A few days ago, he parted ways with his protection team. In order to completely prevent any leaks, the CIA gave him a passport and allowed him to quietly board the train to Switzerland.
According to the agreement, 11 o'clock tonight is the moment of final contact. According to the plan, the CIA team will come to pick him up and then send him to a safe house in Daying.
I walked on the snow and breathed out heat for more than ten minutes.
Finally, we came to the roadside. In the darkness, there were only a few lonely street lamps standing next to the trees on the roadside. There was also a small station that was as lonely as Korolev. It had a shed roof to protect him from the wind and snow. By the way,
Take a breather.
Putting the suitcase on the ground, Korolev took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took off his gloves, took out a lighter, and lit it.
He glanced around and saw that there was no one here, so he felt relieved.
From the beginning of his escape from St. Petersburg, all the way to this neutral country, Korolev felt that his nerves were like a string that was stretched to the extreme. Only tonight made him feel a little relaxed.
Maybe after a few days, he can hand over the information under strict protection, and then after a series of reviews, the CIA or MI6 will re-create an identity for him, maybe even undergo a plastic surgery, and then he will be renamed as a new one. His identity is hidden in a country villa in some European or American country, and he spends the rest of his life with his mistress, and he also has a large amount of US dollars on hand, which is enough for him to live a comfortable life.
Halfway through the cigarette, two bright car lights appeared at the end of the road in the distance.
Korolev was startled for a moment, the bright light forced him to squint his eyes, and he looked in the direction of the vehicle.
Judging from the angle of the headlights off the ground and the brightness, it was obviously a very large truck.
It's strange. Although there are occasionally vehicles loaded with wood passing by here, they only appear during the day, and it is almost impossible to see them late at night at 11 o'clock.
Korolev felt an ominous feeling in his heart.
He threw down his cigarette and turned around to leave.
Two people appeared from the back of the station waiting hall behind them. They were wearing thick snow suits, and there was still snow on them. It could be seen that these people had been hiding in the snow before?
Two tall strangers, one on each side, grabbed Korolev and carried him to the roadside like a chicken.
"You...you..."
Poor Korolev's face was whiter than the snow on the ground, and his lips trembled as he asked: "Are you..."
"You should know who we are, Comrade Korolev." One of the people on the left said in extremely pure Russian: "Come, we will take you back to your hometown."
"Home..." Korolev's eyes were suddenly 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, parked there quietly, the cab was dark, and the people in the car did not get out of the car.
"Don't look, you won't get any protection. For a traitor, this may be the best end for you." The stranger on the right showed his white teeth, and his smile was chilling.
The large truck in the distance is getting closer and closer, and the lights are getting brighter and brighter. In the wind and snow, it looks like a man-eating beast, roaring and rushing towards this direction.
When the car was about seven or eight meters away from the waiting hall, the two men holding Korolev said in a low voice almost at the same time: "For the motherland!"
Then, Korolev felt a light touch under his feet, and he flew out like a cloud. Before he landed in the air, the bright and dazzling lights of the two books suddenly arrived in front of him.
"ah--"
Bang——
A violent crash interrupted his screams.
Korolev screamed his last word in the world in horror, and then flew out like a baseball hit by a bat. He flew more than 20 meters, slid on the snow for a while, and then fell into the ground. In the small ditch on the roadside, he lay with his head down like a puppet with its strings cut off.
Blood seeped out from under his body, gradually staining a large area of snow red.
A KGB operative wearing a snowsuit walked over, checked Korolev, who no longer looked like a human, took a photo, turned around and walked back.
The large Volvo truck stopped on the roadside in front. The two people walked to the truck, opened the passenger door, and jumped into the car nimbly. The car started slowly and quickly accelerated away from the scene, disappearing in the wind.
In the snow.
In the distance, a man wearing a woolen coat and hat on an Opel commercial vehicle picked up his cell phone and dialed a number.