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Chapter 202 Spy's Dead Knights of the Round Table and Watch Dogs
Romania, Bucharest.

On Brighton Road in District [-], Ronan gradually approached Lorraine's Bar by car.

On the co-pilot, Ilsa checked the bullets in the magazine and inserted the pistol into the underarm pouch.

Ronan said softly: "From now on, I will be a member of the Syndicate, your personal bodyguard."

The personal bodyguard of the domineering female president sounds good.

Ilsa nodded: "I don't do it, you don't do it." She still had her last hope for her teacher when she was a girl: "Pamela sent someone here, and Lorraine may not introduce it to me."

Ronan always prepares for the worst: "What if she does?"

Ilsa said: "Accept it as ordered. An exposed spy will only become a tool in our hands. We can use her to calculate the CIA. As for Lorraine..."

She closed her eyes: "I will deal with it then."

Ronan said: "Since the person is in front of us, let's get in touch first and try to find a way to deal with the CIA and Shimizu Society from the spies."

Along the way, the two discussed the possible spies within the CIA and the Syndicate, and came up with a preliminary plan.

Ilsa said: "I called Ryan and a few suspects and made an appointment with them to meet in Bucharest. If the ninja comes..."

Ronan asked: "How likely is Ryan? Your existence threatens him to control the Syndicate?"

Ilsa shook her head: "In my judgment, it won't be Ryan, but the people around him are hard to tell."

In fact, she couldn't guarantee that she had climbed undercover to No. [-] of the organization, and had established a huge prestige in a series of actions. If the boss had an accident, it would be logical to take over as the leader.

Ronan said at this time: "Try to solve it here."

Ilsa nodded lightly: "My greatest reliance is my teacher and the others, as you may have guessed, the Knights of the Round Table meeting; the other is you."

Ronan parked the car on the side of the road, got out of the driver's seat, waited until Ilsa came over, followed her, and entered the Lorraine bar together.

The bar was still the same as before. Ilsa negotiated a few words with someone, and someone led the way through the iron door behind the bar, leading them to the second floor and into a room.

Lorraine sat on the couch next to the bang-bang redhead.

"I didn't expect you to come in person." Lorraine put a cigarette in her mouth, waited for the red-haired girl to light it for her, and said to Ilsa: "You are now a big shot in the underground world of Europe."

Sitting opposite Lorraine, Ilsa said specifically: "It's just doing things with money."

Ronan stood behind Ilsa like a loyal bodyguard, his eyes flicking over the redhead.

Lorraine exhaled smoke: "Introduce someone to you."

Ilsa leaned on the sofa: "Reliable?"

Lorraine said, "Of course it's reliable."

The disappointment in Ilsa's heart was concealed very well, without revealing the slightest bit, and she deliberately emphasized her tone: "A few days ago in Paris, my whereabouts were exposed, and I was attacked by a dog from the CIA. I suspected that the syndicate had a mole. I needed reliable help."

She looked back at Ronan, who was as ordinary as a passer-by: "Now, I can only trust him."

Lorraine flicked off the cigarette ash and pointed to the red-haired girl next to her: "This is Egorova, a former agent of the Russian Federal Security Service. Because of her treatment and her father's unfair treatment in previous years, she left Moscow."

As an intelligence dealer, Lorraine always takes money to do things. This time the CIA offered a high price, and at the same time there was pressure: "I was in Berlin and had an old relationship with Egorova's father. Before her father was persecuted, he called me. over the phone."

Ilsa had heard that when Lorraine was in Berlin, her lover was in double, and officials from all over the world.

Later, I had enough of playing with men, and after moving to Bucharest, I changed to liking women.

Romania joined NATO this year, and Lorraine's original principle of taking money to do things immediately became difficult. The pressure exerted by the CIA was several times that of before, and the strategy of either me or the enemy could only make people choose one side.

Who should the Syndicate and the CIA choose?It's obvious.

Lorraine said naturally: "I can only provide for the elderly here, and I can't let a young man be as depressed as I am. I will guarantee her that you can use it with confidence."

Ilsa turned her gaze to the redhead: "Follow me, life may be in danger."

"Danger is my partner," Yegorova said.

Ilsa glanced at her watch: "You have five minutes to pack up."

Yegorova went to another room.

Ilsa and Lorraine reminisced about the past and talked about the stories of the year.

Ronan remained silent the entire time, without saying a word.

After only 3 minutes, Yegorova came back with only one bag on her back.

Ilsa said goodbye, walked outside, and looked back at Lorraine before leaving the door.

Lorraine waved lazily: "Goodbye."

Ilsa nodded slightly, strode downstairs, left the bar, and went to the Royal Hotel in the city center.

The three opened a multi-bedroom suite.

Ronan has always been like a bodyguard.

When Ilsa went to take a bath, Yegorova came over and asked, "What's your name?"

"Tony." Ronan didn't talk much, not a single word.

Yegorova raised her hair, revealing her entire face, and shook hands with Ronan: "Dominika."

Ronan nodded.

Yegorova turned sideways to get her bag, facing Ronan's body sideways, showing her bulging curves just right.

As a special agent who has undergone strict training, he can integrate charm into all aspects of food, clothing, housing and transportation without special performance.

The man's eyes fell on the two most prominent parts, the front and the back.

Egorova naturally put on her bag and went to the room, half closed the door facing Ronan. When she bent down to look for slippers in the shoe cabinet, her fitted trousers were stretched tight, protruding her round buttocks like peaches .

After finding the shoes, he turned around and closed the door, and keenly caught the face outside the door suddenly turning elsewhere.

After closing the door, Yegorova made a preliminary estimate based on the way she traveled all the way to the present.

This young man, very ordinary in appearance, was the bodyguard and confidant of the woman in Syndicate Two, who went by the pseudonym Rebecca.

Rebecca is a big shot in the European underground world. She is rich and powerful, and she is still a stunner. The young bodyguard follows such a person. I don't know whether it is luck or misfortune.

Yegorova has been quietly observing, and the male bodyguard is looking at the female employer's eyes, hiding flames.

She has seen this look too much and understands its meaning.

Admiration, impulsiveness, longing, and wishing for nothing.

But it was impossible for Rebecca to take a fancy to such an ordinary man.

"There is a flame in my heart, but there is no way to vent it." Egorova thought this would be a breakthrough: "I can ignite this flame!"

The body is the most powerful weapon for this targeted female agent, and the first thing she thinks of in action is to use her gender and physical advantages.

After simply packing her luggage, Yegorova went out and whispered to Ronan who was standing in the living room of the suite, "You take a rest? I'll watch?"

Ronan said, "No need."

Yegorova faced Ronan sideways, sat on the sofa in the hall, picked up the newspaper and read it.

Exquisite profile, plump long legs, and boobs swaying with the body, wafting the smell of hormones.

Ronan glanced over there from time to time.

Just like being caught by the CIA's "crow" routine, Yegorova is quite confident in this aspect with her outstanding appearance and figure and omnipotent actions.

She was like a hunter, as if seeing a male wolf in estrus, walking towards the trap step by step.

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Isle of Man, British Crown Dependency.

A business jet landed at the airport in Douglas, the capital, and four people disembarked from it, immediately divided into two cars, and headed straight to the northwest coast.

In one of the cars sat Galahad and his new student Anna.

In the other car, Knights of the Round Table Gawain and Geraint looked serious.

Far away from the city of Douglas, there is a small factory area and supporting laboratories.

This is the Anglo-American Biological Laboratory.

Three hours ago, a group of people raided the laboratory, and all the members of the Air Force Special Service Regiment stationed there were killed. When they got the news from Lancelot, who was on business in Douglas, they came to support at the first time, and then lost contact.

After the police here arrived, they sent news that there was no one alive at the scene.

The vehicle drove directly into the factory laboratory.

Three Knights of the Round Table and an apprentice knight immediately entered the laboratory.

From factory to lab, it's like a slaughterhouse!
There were quite a few people who were shot, and many others were beheaded by sharp blades!

Gawain, Geraint, and Galahad quickly gathered at the door of the laboratory storage room regardless of the soldiers and researchers stationed there.

Lancelot's body was lying on the left and right sides of the door!

The corpse was cut in two sections from the top of the head to the crotch!

Galahad crouched to the right, looking at the oozing guts and brains, looking for other wounds.

Gao Wen said: "The third-order knight of the round table!"

Lancelot was not the strongest of them, but he was not the weakest either.

Galahad roughly inspected half of the corpse, and said: "There are three people who shot at him, one used a gun, one used a throwing weapon similar to a dart, and the other attacked from behind and chopped it down with a sharp blade!"

Geraint said: "No matter who it is, whoever kills us will have to pay the price!"

Anna was soft-spoken, but was shocked by the tragic battlefield, covered her mouth and was still unable to speak.

Professional technicians came over, and the four of Galahad quickly stepped aside.

After coming out of the laboratory and breathing in fresh air, Anna's suffocated chest really let out a breath.

Galahad strode over and said, "Get used to it as soon as possible, a chaotic era is beginning."

Anna asked: "Can't even the third-order Knights of the Round Table protect themselves?"

Galahad said: "This is the first unnatural death of a Knight of the Round Table since the end of the Cold War."

A laboratory supervisor who was resting last night arrived at this time, and Galahad asked him to quickly count the laboratory materials to see if something was missing.

Half an hour later, the person in charge looked even more serious than the four of Galahad: "The laboratory lost a synthetic virus sample."

Hearing the word virus, Galahad's heart sank: "What virus? Deadly? Contagious?"

The person in charge didn't dare to hide it, and said: "A virus synthesized in the laboratory not long ago, people will have bleeding symptoms after infection, and has a very high fatality rate. Even people with strong resistance will have certain sequelae, with... It has the characteristics of a regional pandemic!"

Galahad's glasses almost jumped up. If this thing spreads in the British Isles...

"I want detailed information! Prepare the information and follow me back to London immediately!" Galahad ordered Anna: "Notify Arthur! Tell Arthur to warn Downing Street and His Majesty!"

He looked at Gao Wen and Geraint: "You stay here, I will bring people and information back to London."

But a few minutes later, the United States also received an early warning, and the CIA branch in Western Europe was fully operational.

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Virginia, Langley.

The news related to the laboratory, through the Office of the Director of Intelligence, was transmitted to Trincon's Office as soon as possible!

Things happened in Europe and the CIA needs to follow up immediately!

Trinkang looked serious, and immediately called a meeting of his capable subordinates.

However, the two most capable Secret Service directors were absent.

Pamela is temporarily in a state of silence in Ukraine and cannot be contacted actively.

Rezen went to Paris to deal with the African warlords.

Facing several subordinates, Trincon said: "Tell the British that they made a fatal mistake. If the virus appears anywhere in the civilized world, the British will take full responsibility!"

First determine the nature, as long as there are problems in the future, it will be the fault of the British!
But the incident is not trivial and must be taken seriously. Trincon thought for a while, and said: "Notify Rezen in Paris, don't worry about those indigenous warlords, and immediately mobilize elite European forces to investigate this incident with all their strength!"

The subordinates were relieved to hear that this shit didn't overwhelm them.

A knight of the round table died in England, this matter is very difficult!
If you don't do it well, you will lose your life!

Trincon immediately asked for coordination in his name.

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Paris, Hilton Hotel.

As soon as Lei Zeen received the notification from Langley, he immediately called a group meeting.

This is an elite group of seven people. Reizen is in charge of the overall situation, Heather-Lee is in charge of intelligence analysis, Astor and his two deputies are in charge of operations, and two are in charge of technical support.

Heather-Lee is a capable woman who immediately realized the seriousness of the problem: "Boss, we have too few people and too few sources of intelligence, please deploy people immediately! We need intelligence collection and analysis personnel, logistical support, and operational personnel... "

Analyze the clues from fragmentary intelligence, rely on the advantages of equipment to lock the opponent, and then the elite special team will launch a fatal blow!
This has always been the most effective form of CIA covert operations.

Astor is a middle-aged uncle with a European literary style: "I can't solve the death of a knight of the round table."

Lei Zeen said: "Don't worry, Chief Trincon is communicating and coordinating, mobilizing elite forces to support us! Don't worry about the operation, we will mobilize five non-commissioned officers and more than ten privates to support us!"

Heather-Lee reminded: "Sophisticated intelligence analysts are also indispensable."

Rezen said: "In Germany, Italy, Spain, Britain and France, each will draw an excellent intelligence officer."

Compared with operatives, intelligence officers are equally rare. They require not only talent, but also years of work experience.

Once the CIA is fully operational, its work efficiency is terrifyingly fast!
Not long after, people rushed to the Hilton Hotel to report to Rezen.

All kinds of information about Europe, especially the borders of Western Europe, were quickly collected on Heather Lee's desk.

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France, west coast.

A luxury yacht docked at the port of Surak, and the men and women who came back from the party at sea happily disembarked from the ship.

The leader was a cool Asian in white, talking and laughing with the people around him.

White Ghost, Major Brad, Firefly, and Gazelle came to the car.

Gazelle first handed the bag in his hand to his companion, and said to Major Brad: "Remind your boss, after we have pre-treated the virus, we will contact him immediately and let him prepare in advance. on the shores of darkness."

Major Bullard said, "The Cobra is ready to go."

Jia Zeller nodded, flicked his feet, got into the car, and the black commercial vehicle left first.

The firefly, whose appearance is so ordinary that people will forget it after seeing it, is going to leave alone.

Bai Youling grabbed him: "You answered a call, did you hear about her?"

"No." Firefly thought for a while and said, "Solomon Ryan asked me to end my vacation and go somewhere with him."

"Ok?"

"I guess Solomon Ryan is very likely to go to see No. [-], but I don't know the destination. I will inform you when I am sure."

"Okay, I will remember you as a favor!"

Both sides left separately.

After getting into the car, Bai Youling asked the scarred Scorpion: "Has the newly deployed man arrived?"

Scorpion said, "Here we are! Twenty first-level ninjas and six second-level ninjas! The president has almost recruited all the elite from Europe."

Bai Yougui said: "As long as you can get the Sun Gem, everything is worth it!"

The three sides rushed to the nearest big city, Porto.

Gazelle immediately got on Valentine's special plane, flew back to Paris, rushed to the laboratory, and handed over the box to the company's experts.

"Very well?" Valentine asked.

Gazelle replied: "I happened to meet a knight of the round table, and we killed him together."

Valentine sat firmly like a mountain: "It doesn't matter, I know that old guy Arthur, the national interest is the most important thing, even if he finds a clue, he may not stop what we want to do."

Gazelle is far behind politically.

Valentine turned the globe next to him: "The entire West is becoming more and more afraid of the East."

Gazelle still has doubts: "It really won't spread to the West?"

Valentine said: "The transformation according to the method taught by the mother god, and the divine magic at the altar of the mother god will only target specific races."

He patted Gazelle on the shoulder: "Don't worry, the virus is not unsolvable, as long as you are willing to invest in medical resources. The future of this world should be in the hands of the elite."

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Barcelona, ​​Castle on the Hill.

A helicopter landed, and Major Brad immediately entered the castle to report the specific situation to Baron Lestat and Baroness Carborley.

Things were going well, and Lestat immediately got Brad ready to go to the Black Sea.

When they left, the baroness said, "Valentin firmly believes in it."

Lestat felt that everything was under control: "He doesn't know anything, a self-righteous human being! Under the treasure house of Akasha is the altar of the ancestor!"

Back then, the Akasha family assisted the Victor family in capturing the silver-white werewolf, and lied to them that the werewolf was of the same blood as Victor. Once killed, the Victor family would also be weak and could only be imprisoned.

Also kindly provided a prison dungeon, why?
When the living environment is seriously deteriorating, find a watchdog for the ancestor's altar!

(End of this chapter)