Chapter 588

Outside Stockholm.

This is a country villa. Northern Europe is sparsely populated. It is good in this capital area. Many places can't even see living people after driving for half a day, especially in winter. It's covered with ice and snow everywhere. It's really good mountains, good water and lonely. All northern Europe is a famous place with high incidence of depression.

It is necessary to pass through a large forest through this villa. Most of Sweden are ash trees and pine, shirt and other tree species, standing on both sides of the narrow path, like indifferent passers-by.

Two Land Rover SUVs rolled up the snow and mud on the ground, splashed and soon drove to the door of the villa.

Several men in cold proof 511 combat pants, assault clothes, black felt hats and sharp eyes jumped out of the car. They simply looked around, and one of them nodded to the person standing by the door.

From the back seat of the Land Rover, there are two people, a man and a woman, who look over 50.

Surrounded by tall men, the man and woman walked into the villa.

Before entering the door, I heard someone roaring inside, and then something fell to the ground and jingled.

The man and woman exchanged eyes. A tall attendant opened the wooden door, and the light and warmth came to his face.

"M! Percy!"

The man who fell in the room looked back and saw the visitor. His eyes like jackals in his deep sockets stared at M and Percy fiercely.

The man was tall and well proportioned. At first glance, he knew that he was a pure Nordic race. His gray short hair naturally rolled up and spread on his head. Although he looked over half a century old, everything around his face was like a knife cut, which seemed to be filled with ruthlessness.

"You finally showed up! Ha ha ha ha! I told these people just now that you dare not come, you have no seed!"

M had no expression on his face. He and Percy went to the sofa by the fire. M took off his black gloves and threw them on the table.

"Anthony, have you had enough?"

Looking at Antony, the current president of the Holy Cross, m showed infinite disgust.

"I should ask you this!" groaned Anthony, walked back to the table and sat down carelessly in front of M and Percy. "You lied to me to this damn place because you found an excuse to say there was an emergency..."

He raised his head and looked around.

In the four corners of the room stood tall men like soldiers. Moreover, these people seem to wear the same clothes as the attendants who came down from the Land Rover just now. They wear qingyishui combat pants, assault jackets and felt hats.

What's more, all these people have an mpk5 submachine gun hanging on their chest.

"As a result, these so-called SAS were sent to put me under house arrest?" Anthony looked contemptuously at M and Percy: "do you think these garbage can trap me?"

"Then why don't you escape?" m's eyes are like wolves in the night. Although he is only a woman, he exudes a disturbing momentum: "you can try to escape and see what the consequences are!"

Anthony was obviously hit to the point by M. the expression on his face was stunned, and then his tone was not as big as that just now.

"I just don't want to run away. So far, you and I still have a cooperative relationship."

"You know we're working together?" Patsy sneered.

"Hey!" Anthony bounced up from the back of the sofa, poked his finger forward and pointed to Percy: "American, close your mouth that makes me sick! You are the least qualified to intimidate me!"

Percy took off his top hat and showed his Mediterranean hairstyle. He put his hat in his hand and brushed it. Looking at Anthony, he said, "when a dog talks to its owner, it's better not to bark..."

At this point, Percy threw his hat on the sofa, leaned forward, grabbed Anthony's outstretched finger in one hand, bent it back and closed it.

"Otherwise, it's easy to be lame and pulled to the destruction of humanity."

Anthony stared at Percy. Their eyes were full of swords and sparks.

"Gentlemen, should you calm down first?" m looked at them and said faintly.

Obviously, M is the leading figure here. After Percy and Anthony heard the speech, they returned to themselves and leaned back on the back of the sofa.

"Anthony, we called you here to do something for you," m said.

Anthony touched his chin and looked at M. after a long time, he said, "I know what you want me to do. Go to Castle Island to see Simon, don't you?"

"That's right," said M. "that's the plan."

"You dream!" Anthony pointed to the SAS players with guns around him. "You might as well shoot me now, but do you dare?"

He became a little excited again.

"Don't you just want me to die? When I die, all your dirty things are buried in the coffin with me? Is that what you think?"

M didn't make a sound.

Anthony sneered: "You're either really stupid or pretending to be stupid. I tell you, don't think everyone else is stupid. Only you who engage in intelligence are smart people. The broken things that the Holy Cross Brotherhood has done for you over the years and wiped your ass have evidence. Moreover, these are not put in the headquarters in a small town outside Berlin. You can give full play to your rich imagination, Think about where they are. As long as I die, those things will naturally be sent to some places that should be sent, so that you can be buried with me! "

"Don't try to threaten MI6!" m snapped: "If I let you into the Castle Island, I will send sas to go in with you, and I will be responsible for persuading major general green to cooperate and allow sas to take over this matter. What are you afraid of with SAS?! as long as you promise to go in, we will have bargaining chips to let Simon release his highness Gustav. As long as the royal family is all right, this matter will be easier to deal with!"

"Ha ha ha!" Anthony suddenly bent down with a smile and pointed to m, as if watching a funny clown performing on the stage of a circus.

"Do you really think that the so-called elite force SAS of your British Empire is omnipotent? Do you know what training Simon received since childhood? Also, there is an Eric, who is one of the twelve disciples. You think the gold lettered signboard standing in the thousands of years of history of the Holy Cross brotherhood is awarded by your queen by flattering your self righteous intelligence departments Sent it!? "

After that, he burst into laughter again, so that tears came out.

"Don't think I don't know anything," Anthony said. "Even you SAS have fought with the people of the X mercenary regiment in the castle tonight on your own land. Have you won?"

Looking at the arrogant Anthony, m looked angry, but he couldn't attack.