In the private compartment of an international train.
Alexanderkovic's face stiffened little by little as he listened to the busy tone on his cell phone.
He threw his cell phone on the dining table and stared at it with dark eyes, anger radiating from his body.
Suddenly, the phone screen lit up and vibrated.
Alexanderkovic glanced at the number above, bit his lip hard, and picked up the phone.
"Our deal has been completed, is it time for you to fulfill your commitments?" M's voice came from the microphone.
Alexanderkovic pretended to be relaxed and said: "No problem, I will give Simon the order now."
Hang up the phone.
Alexanderkovic thought for a moment, picked up the phone and dialed Simon's number again.
There was an unreachable voice on the other end.
Alexanderkovic felt that things seemed to be the opposite of what he least expected.
Ximen is indeed not a chess piece that can be controlled.
After thinking for a while, he picked up the phone and dialed another number, and soon a deep baritone voice came from the other end.
"General, what are your orders?"
"The beast is out of control, execute plan B." Alexanderkovic said this simply and clearly, and cut off the communication.
…
Ximen walked through the long corridor and walked towards the banquet hall.
At this time, the dance floor in the center of the banquet hall was filled with well-dressed and glamorous guests.
However, it was completely different from when I attended the dinner before. Everyone no longer looked like they were chatting, laughing, and polite. Everyone had their heads raised, and many women even cried until their eyeliner melted, and Wuyang Wuyang's eyes looked like pandas.
Gustav was placed in the center of everyone. He was tied in a chair, like a sculpture, with bombs strapped all over his body. His frightened blue eyes scanned every member of the gravediggers present.
Near the banquet hall, in the corridor leading to the hall stood Chris, the leader of the gravediggers, and two fake GMT company bodyguards.
Seeing Simon coming back, Chris and two of his men went to greet him.
"You're back?"
"Um."
"Did you find the princess?"
"No, they got rid of me." Ximen walked straight towards the banquet hall without looking back.
Chris exchanged colors with his men and followed.
The gravedigger member of the fake GMT company gently pulled out the pistol from his waist, slowly raised it, and pointed it at the back of Ximen's head.
At this time, it was still thirty meters away from the door.
Ximen turned around suddenly, an arc of light streaked through the air, and a blood mark appeared on the throats of the two gravediggers. Almost instantly, blood arrows spurted out, spreading a cloud of blood mist in the air.
Chris was shocked. He really underestimated Simon.
In order to lower Ximen's vigilance, he and his two confidants had deliberately not held guns in their hands, just to wait for this moment to attack Ximen secretly.
Ximen has lost control. As Chris, who has been ambushing Ximen from the KGB and monitoring him, his current task is to kill Ximen and then lead the team to surrender.
In this way, this crisis is over.
The bandit leader was brought to justice and the rest of the party was arrested. The SOG special forces played the role of the hero who rescued the enemy. Although several guests died, it was finally a victory.
Then all that needs to be done is to wait for the matter to fade away, and in exchange, the gravedigger involved will be quietly released.
This is a secret war that is buried behind the scenes and will never be known to the ordinary people.
When the cold blade touched his throat, Chris' hand had just touched the handle of the gun at his waist. In terms of the speed of his movements, he was more than a level behind Simon.
Swallowing with difficulty, Chris began to pretend to be crazy: "Boss... what are you..."
"Do you think I have wronged you?" Simon asked.
Chris still said stubbornly: "I don't know what you mean..."
Simon reached out, pulled out Chris' gun and threw it aside, then reached into his pocket and took out a mobile phone from there.
This is a keyboard-type mobile phone, and you can tell at a glance that it is encrypted.
Putting the phone into Chris's hand, Simon's eyes were as cold and hard as an ice pick: "Open it."
A layer of sweat broke out on Chris's forehead in the cold weather, so he could only do as he was told.
Ximen took the phone over, called up the call history, dialed a number back, and pressed speakerphone.
"Chris? Is that you? Why don't you speak?"
It was Aleksandrovich's voice, which was familiar to everyone present.
Simon hung up the phone and threw it away.
"Anything else to say?"
"Boss...I..."
hiss--
Chris had no chance to distinguish. The sharp Rambo No. 5 fighting knife slashed across his neck from right to left. His neck suddenly opened like a baby's mouth, and blood arrows shot out.
Chris covered his wound, stared with a pair of big frightened eyes, took a few steps back, finally leaned against the wall, and slowly slid to the ground.
Ximen dragged several corpses into the next room and closed the door.
He looked at his watch and saw that the time pointed to eleven o'clock.
He turned and left the room, left the banquet hall in the opposite direction, and ran towards the other end. When he reached the east side of the castle, he entered a room.
This room looked like a kitchen. Ximen walked to the corner of the room, opened a stainless steel cabinet, took out a set of LAR 5 Draeger closed-circuit pure oxygen underwater breathing apparatus, and then began to take off his clothes and put on the
Put on your scuba rebreather, stuff your clothes into the cupboard and close the door.
Then he walked to the other side of the room and opened a door. Inside was a small room, like a water room.
Ximen bent down and knocked open the iron sewer grate on the ground, then turned on a strong flashlight and lay down to take a photo.
Sure enough, just as the drawing said, the sewer here is very spacious and can accommodate more than two people.
He carefully sat down at the sewer entrance, put on a respirator, then held up the iron bars and jumped into the water.
The iron fence slowly closed again. On the surface, no trace was left here.
...Half an hour later, in a quiet alley in Stockholm, an iron sewer cover on the ground moved slightly, and then moved again.
The lid was quickly pushed open, and Simon climbed up from below wearing a submersible.
Five meters in front of the sewer exit, there was a Volkswagen van parked. The driver seemed to notice Ximen, started the car, and began to slowly back up to Qimen.
Ximen took off his diving gear and threw it randomly into the car, then closed the door and sat in the passenger seat.
He turned his head and looked at Lilia in the driver's seat.
This blond-haired Russian beauty stretched out her head charmingly, and kissed Simon passionately for a long time.
"You smell like you were fished out of a cesspool," Lilia said.
Simon smiled and did not answer Lilia's question directly. Instead, he asked: "Are you ready for everything I want?"
"No problem, they're all in the carriage. You can get ready now. We'll set off right now and reach our destination in about forty minutes."