Simon walked to the table, bent down to pick up the gun from the ground, then walked to the other side and knocked the removed magazine into the gun.
At this time, Anthony had fallen to his knees, and his whole body began to tremble like chaff.
He felt like a balloon with a valve in it, and an inflator kept pumping the air inside. His head was swelling, and his eyesight was rapidly declining.
To Ximen, this is already an old guy sitting back and waiting to die.
"I planned to come here to kill you from the very beginning. Do you think I'm so stupid that I can't figure out how much I weigh?" Ximen seemed to be stating an extremely ordinary thing, with a calm tone.
"I know that you are a master in fighting. Thrandes could only be equal to you at his peak. A junior like me might be a little better than you in terms of physical strength, but in a real fight, you would probably die before you could reach exhaustion.
You have it."
"So you poisoned the knife?" Anthony's mouth was filled with blood, and his speech became a little slurred.
"On the knife?" Ximen sneered: "Are you really confused or have you been poisoned? The knife must have a medicine slot, and the dose applied to the blade is too small. Besides, can I hurt you?
Unknown, do you think I would take such a risk?"
He looked at Anthony, opened the barrel of the MK25, and loaded a heart-shaped bullet.
"Anthony, you are really old. You are a very good fighter, but you are not a top assassin who is most suitable for the new era." Simon said, "You really don't know how you got poisoned?"
"It's that oxygen bottle!" Anthony's eyes widened, as if he had guessed something.
"That's right, you are so cunning and cunning, I will definitely not be able to defeat you with a few Ecstasy incense. I have guessed this a long time ago. I also guessed that you will hold your breath and wait for me to come down. Maybe you didn't guess at all, and neither did I.
While I am holding my breath and fighting you, I am more adventurous than you are, because I know that the small bottle in my gas mask does not contain any mixed air at all, but poisonous gas."
"As long as I am a little careless and inhale even a little bit, those highly toxic gases can kill me. It will speed up my heart, my pulse will lose control, and then my blood vessels will not be able to withstand the pressure and burst, and the last seven holes will
Bleed to death.”
"I know you will definitely grab my respirator, because for you, you are too confident, almost to the point of arrogance. You had the opportunity to smash the window, and it wouldn't take long for the ecstasy gas in the room to be absorbed.
It will eventually lose its effectiveness after dilution, but you just think you can steal my respirator, and you want me to taste the feeling of being poisoned and knocked out by myself."
"Anthony, you are a top fighting master, but you are not a top assassin. Assassins need a strong strategy, but you don't have that. That's why you didn't become the president back then."
After hearing this, Anthony became even more furious and fell to the ground and began to twitch.
"Don't worry, you won't die yet. You still have at least ten minutes." Ximen looked at his watch: "Do you know why I chose this medicine? Because although it is deadly and difficult to cure, it has long-lasting toxicity.
It won’t kill you in a few seconds like cyanide. Just enjoy the process slowly. This is the reward for everything I have done for you!”
"Give me... a... gun..." Anthony curled up on the carpet like a dead dog, his lungs making a sound like asthma, looking at Simon pitifully and begging him.
The bursting of small blood vessels in the brain caused rapid increase in intracranial pressure and pain. The bursting of blood vessels in the lungs caused his alveoli to be filled with blood, giving him a feeling of drowning. However, his physique was extremely strong, making him stronger than ordinary people.
Dying slower is simply a living torture.
Ximen was too lazy to pay attention to this old guy who deserved his death. According to the plan, he could leave now. Otherwise, when James and others came back, it would not be easy to deal with the two SAS members.
He passed through the living room and walked into the kitchen, where there was a window leading to the back of the small villa. From there he entered the woods, and then ran five hundred meters east. Lilia's car was waiting on a side road.
Own.
Things here were done, he felt extremely relaxed, and there was another piece of news that made him even more happy - Eric had not betrayed himself.
Now he was glad that he did not shoot and kill Eric in the castle, otherwise it would have been a big mistake.
Everything was such a strange coincidence. The KGB wanted to recruit him, and Anthony wanted to kill two birds with one stone. These two parties with different intentions had no communication, but they had the same goal.
By framing Eric, he can make himself wholeheartedly defect to the KGB and establish the Gravedigger organization, and Anthony can also sit back and enjoy the results, watching himself and Eric fight each other.
All the coincidences created all the evidence pointing to Eric.
I was blinded by the pain in this matter, and I didn't even carefully analyze the flaw behind it. As a result, I was deceived and almost killed my good brother Eric.
After Simon decided to escape here, he would go to Africa and personally go to the Tiyo mercenary training camp in Eritrea to find Eric, apologize to him and ask for forgiveness.
The Brotherhood of the Holy Cross cannot go back. If I kill the current president, I am afraid that I will be hunted down, but who cares! Who among the twelve disciples can compare with me? Come on, let him die!
He opened the window and jumped into the snow.
The thick snow covered up the sound of falling to the ground. After walking a few steps in the vast wind and snow, he suddenly stopped and dodged into the firewood pile next to him.
"Simon!"
James's voice came from behind a tree more than thirty meters away.
"I advise you to put down your gun and surrender."
"James, do you think two SAS members can pose much of a threat to me?" Ximen sneered secretly in his heart and scanned the area. He could use the cover of the firewood pile to jump back into the house and then find another one.
Leave at the appropriate exit.
Two SAS guys, they couldn't seal off the whole room.
"I know it's difficult to keep you, but you can choose to run away and see who this is!" James seemed to have a chance of winning, "Unless you don't care about your woman anymore."
Ximen's heart skipped a beat!
Lilia!
He quickly pushed aside the snow on the firewood pile and looked out through the gap.
Sure enough, Lilia was grabbed by the hair and pushed to the ground by an SAS team member. The team member held a pistol in his hand and put it on the back of her head.
"I promise, after you leave, I will treat her well!" James shouted loudly.
Ximen sat down in the snow and leaned against the pile of firewood.
"Fake!"
He cursed under his breath.
What a killer fears most is getting emotional.
However, although Lilia was the swallow of the KGB, she saved him when he needed help the most. Although she had a mission, while taking care of his injuries, Ximen could feel that this woman really fell in love with him.
.
Women are always deeply impressed by men who spent their most beautiful youth; men will never abandon the women who accompany them when they are at their lowest.