() The motorcade arrived at the airport quickly, and then Mr. White's personal bodyguard got out of the car first, and while he directed the others to contact the plane, he ran to the rear door to escort Mr. White.

"Sir, go this way!" The bodyguard stood at White's side, his eyes as sharp as an eagle swept towards the grass near the airport.

"Why didn't they open the door?" Walking to the Gulfstream airliner, White looked at the closed hatch suspiciously, didn't the pilot get noticed?

"What's going on?" The captain of the bodyguard waved his men around Mr. White and passed under the wing himself to see what the pilot was doing, only to see a fist-sized hole in the cockpit glass and ketchup pasted through a window.

"It's an ambush, get out of here!" The captain of the bodyguard, who suddenly came to his senses, shouted, but it was too late.

White only saw his closest bodyguard's head explode like a smashed watermelon, blood flowing out like a fountain, and his body took two more steps before falling.

Then there was a series of pops in the grass, and Mr. White's bodyguards, the driver of the car, and the bodyguards on the perimeter fell like wheat. In the end, only White, whose face was covered in blood, stood stupidly in place.

Then a dozen mercenaries in camouflage uniforms and carrying Russian-made ASH rifles and VAL rifles appeared in the grass, their faces were painted with thick oil paint, and they couldn't see who they were.

"Who are you? What do you want to do? White forced his composure and looked at the other man

He was then knocked unconscious by the butt of a rifle and stuffed into a sack and stuffed into the trunk.

The mercenaries then drove Mr. White to an abandoned factory where someone was going to watch him die.

The machine roared as it poured out the hot asphalt, and White, who was tied to his chair, whined, but the figure on the computer screen across from him was unmoved.

"You've disappointed me so much, White, your stupidity ruined the plans we've been planning for years, and you let that guy Dominic leave the evidence, he's a cocky bastard, and so are you!"

"Woooooooooo

"Forget it, there's no point in talking about this now, don't worry, I'll send your daughter over to reunite with you!"

After the computer screen went dark, the two mercenaries lifted the chair with White strapped to it and walked towards the asphalt pool.

Watching the hot asphalt pool get closer and closer, White closed his eyes and silently waited for the last moment to come, when a crisp gunshot suddenly rang out, and then White only felt that the chair was crooked, and then he fell heavily to the ground.

"Enemy attack!" The mercenaries in the factory shouted as they grabbed their weapons and rushed out of the factory in an attempt to destroy the enemy, and White who fell to the ground only heard the sound of puff shots becoming less and less, and finally only the crisp crackle of pistols echoed in the factory.

Katakata's leather shoes grew louder than they crossed the concrete floor, and finally stopped behind him.

"Who are you?" Although he didn't know the identity of the visitor, White still wanted to turn his head to see the identity of the other party as if he had grasped a life-saving straw and kowtowed loudly to thank him.

"Probably the last person you want to see!" James Bond stepped on the leg of his chair, straightened White, and then turned in front of him, his sky-blue eyes staring at him.

"James Bond, Agent 007, hehe, I didn't expect it to be you!" The joy on White's face immediately disappeared, leaving only loneliness and helplessness.

"Why be sad? Difficult? Bond pulled out the PPK, replaced it with a new one, and slipped the pistol back into his pocket.

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be like this!" White tried to straighten his back to look a little more backbone.

"Well, of course, the quantum project, three countries, close to hundreds of billions of investments, the ministry is in vain, yes, I did it, so what, you can murder those millions of innocent civilians for resources and money, and I can't do justice for them?" Bond himself pulled another chair and sat across from White.

"Then you can shoot me with one shot now, and the justice you want will come!" Looking at the other party's serious appearance, White suddenly laughed.

"Do you know what I'm here for? A name, tell me what I want, and I can get you straight on the road with nothing to suffer! ”

"Name? Are you begging me? ”

"You just beg you!"

"Hahahaha...... James Bond, a cold-blooded agent, murderous like hemp, he's begging me! White laughed like a madman a few times, and then his expression immediately turned hideous, "Then why should I tell you!" ”

"I'll send him to you!" Bond stood up, reached out and dusted White's shoulders away, then looked at White motionlessly.

"I have one more condition!"

"Say it!"

"Protect my daughter!"

"Your daughter?"

"Yes, you can't let MI6 know about it, because they have someone in there!"

"Why should I protect your daughter?"

"Because she has the answers you want! The name you want, not just the name, she has everything you want! ”

"Okay, I promise you!" Bond was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Hurry, the Phantom killers are right next to her, but they're targeting that Aaron Keener, but I guess Henks doesn't mind killing one more person!"

"Aaron Keener? How could the Spectres target him? ”

"He destroyed our important base in Russia for the sake of a woman, and let my experimental subjects rot in Siberia for the rest of their lives, why didn't the Phantoms kill him?"

"Sounds a bit like his style!" Bond pulls out his dagger and cuts White's rope to untie him.

"You're not going to kill me?" White was surprised.

"If you want to die, I won't stop you, I won't kill you, I still have something, go first!" James flicked his trench coat and walked out of the factory.

"What about me?"

"I just called the Night's Watch, their people should already be on their way, hope you'll enjoy their prison food!"

"Then I really thank you!" White was visibly relieved, if he fell into the hands of MI6 it was the same as falling into the hands of the Spectreists, but it would not be the same if he fell into the hands of the Night Watch, maybe he would be stripped of all the information and thrown into the night watchman's black prison there until he died, but at least he could live and not worry about whether he would die violently.

After walking out of the factory, James Bond pulled out his phone and called Eva Green.

"Honey, do you have Aaron's contact information?"