Anson-Greyson Anson was sitting on the sofa, looking at the scattered sunlight passing through the shade of the trees outside the floor-to-ceiling window, showing a lazy and enjoyable expression. His villa is located on the outskirts of New York City, with a single-family house within dozens of miles. This feeling of living in isolation and away from the hustle and bustle is what Anson enjoys the most. In this silence, he closed his eyes and declared himself king alone.
The interior decoration of this five-story villa is simple and elegant, and the most luxurious decorations are just a few famous modern paintings.
At this time, he was sipping black tea and looking at the vast green fields outside the floor-to-ceiling window, feeling extremely comfortable.
Richard walked up to Anson, lowered his head, and said very respectfully: "Sir, Interpol is here."
Anson touched his forehead and said funnyly: "Oh, they are here again. Prepare some good tea, and don't treat my friends who come to 'chat' with me every month."
A Hummer stopped in front of Anson's villa. The car door opened, and several Interpol police officers wearing camouflage uniforms and body armor stepped out. They would only be so armed when they came to see Anson.
Anson stood up slowly and walked to the door, opening his arms as if to welcome an old friend.
"Ah, dear Officer Reece, congratulations on your promotion to team leader. I heard that you will be responsible for visiting me from now on."
The Interpol policeman known as Reece snorted coldly, passed by the enthusiastic Anson, and sat down on the sofa.
He was about thirty-five or six, over one hundred and ninety centimeters tall and very strong. He was equipped with no less than twenty kilograms of equipment, but he walked extremely easily. There is a scar on his cheek that looks like a bullet hole. It is said that he was shot by the other party when he was arresting a drug lord at sea. Fortunately, he was hit on the cheek and lost several teeth. Otherwise, he would not be alive now. The team leader.
"Don't cause trouble for me. I can stay at home with my wife and children." Reece opened the cigar box in front of the table like an old friend, picked up a cigar and put it in his mouth, while Anson He came over and sat on the armrest of Reece's sofa, leaning against him. The two of them looked very close, like a couple who had been married for many years and had a good relationship. The husband came back from working hard outside, and his wife leaned over to comfort him tenderly.
All this gives people the illusion of warmth and affection.
"My dear, do you want to stay tonight? I've flown in some vintage wine and invited a French chef to cook steak. We can discuss issues about your wife and children."
Anson's appearance is very handsome and delicate but does not make people feel feminine at all. Although he is not as tall as Reece, he is still over 185 centimeters tall. He is elegant and intellectual in a well-tailored suit, but he has a hint of strength in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. There was once a rumor that Greyson Anson was walking on the Champs-Élysées in France. His appearance and demeanor actually attracted the favor of an international luxury brand designer who invited him to be a model for that season's clothing.
Of course, rumors are just rumors.
A policewoman who followed Reece in looked at them blankly, seemingly unaware of what was going on.
Anson raised his eyebrows at the policewoman, with a cold and sharp light in his eyes. The policewoman took half a step back unnaturally, and then Anson laughed loudly, patted Reece on the shoulder and said: "Your subordinates It's so cute."
Reece shook off his hand and said with a stern face: "Don't play with my subordinates. I'm here to ask you directly whether Massive Company is doing illegal weapons reselling, do you know or not."
Anson still hugged Reece unwillingly, "Do you think I might not know?"
"What was their shipping route. What kind of disguise was used?"
"You know I can't tell you, but you still come to ask me. Actually, you want to see me, Reece. You have been secretly in love with me."
Reece looked very calm. Twenty years ago, he might have cracked his fingers and punched Anson's confusing but abnormally flat face. But as his experience grows, his tolerance also increases exponentially, and he will never get angry if there is no point in getting angry.
At this time, another Interpol officer with similar equipment to Reece walked in.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Greyson Anson. What you just said could not happen."
The voice had a slightly mocking smile, but the tone was very serious.
Anson looked in the direction of the sound and saw an Asian young man in his twenties or seventies. His hands were wearing fingerless leather gloves and were casually inserted into the pockets of his camouflage pants. He was not a handsome person, but he was very comfortable to look at. Even the hint of stubbornness between his eyebrows is something people can't help but admire.
"Which thing is impossible to happen?" Anson pinched his chin with interest.
"The boss has a crush on you." The young man chewed gum with a sense of satisfaction, "But it is true that he wants to beat you into a sieve with a submachine gun."
Anson laughed, and the young man turned sideways, carrying a sniper rifle on his back. Anson recognized that this kind of gun must have been developed recently. It was highly accurate but also required the sniper to be more stable. The sniper distance is the limit of current rifles, so when it is really necessary to use it, it is not surprising that the difference is thousands of miles away. All this shows that this young man is definitely the elite in Reece's group.
"Reece, what's his name?"
"You can call him chow, his English name is Ethan, but the strange thing is that every time we call him Ethan, he doesn't seem to respond. So everyone still calls him chow, and he was transferred to my team two weeks ago. "
"No wonder you've been here so many times as a guest, but I haven't seen you bring him here." Anson looked at the young man's back, as if he had gone through deep thinking, but what he said was the words that made the female police officer spit blood, "Chow's body looks very S3xy. I really want to press him on the bed and torture him hard."
Reece had long been immune to these words. No one knew whether Anson had said exactly the same words to him a few years ago.
"Chow once chased a drug lord in a desert for a whole day. The average temperature at that time was 40 degrees. When the helicopter arrived, the drug lord was sent to the hospital for rescue due to exhaustion, but Chow But he continued to participate in the mission to hunt down Red Scorpion the next day. I advise you not to mess with him." Reece raised his chin, and there was a look of pride in his eyes when he mentioned Zhou Zhou.
"Really? But what I admire most is this kind of man. If he can use all his energy in chasing drug lords in bed, he will definitely make people very happy."
The young man called chow seemed to automatically filter out these words, and continued to admire Anson's living room with his head in his pockets, and then stood in front of the famous modern painting.
The colors in that painting are gorgeous but not dazzling. Every line seems to flow from the deepest part of the heart, flying up and down, making people fascinated.
Maybe Greyson Anson is not just arty, he still has some artistic qualities.
Anson walked over slowly, his eyes tracing the young man's focused expression.
"What's your full name?"
"Callum Zhou."
"Are you Chinese? From Hong Kong?" Anson had a chatty expression.
Zhou Chi tilted his face slightly, his eyes still fixed on the painting, "I grew up in New York."
"Why don't you ask me what the transportation method of massive is? If you ask me, I will tell you." Anson leaned towards Callum Zhou, with a teasing smile on his lips.
"What I want to ask is, Mr. Greyson Anson, you must have many enemies." Callum Zhou frowned slightly and suddenly pulled Anson over, "Boss! Get down!"
The famous modern painting exploded, and the roar flooded the entire space. Reece fell down instantly.
The heat rushed from behind Callum Zhou, and even at such a critical moment, his reaction was still extremely quick.
The entire villa was shaking, the floor-to-ceiling glass was shattered, and the crystal chandelier overhead fell down, making a sharp crisp sound when it touched the ground.
When everything calmed down and the bursting air calmed down, Zhou Zhou felt his ears ringing. Someone turned him over and patted his distracted face. The other party's expression was solemn and tense, and he opened and closed his lips to shout loudly. After finally focusing, Zhou Zhou could clearly see that it was Reece.
"Head..." Callum Zhou slowly sat up and patted his ears. The explosion just now was the closest to him, and his ears were so shocked that he could no longer hear anything. Beside him sat Anson on the ground. The man's body was spotless, and even his hair was not messy, as if the explosion just now had nothing to do with him. God knows if Zhou Zhou hadn't been lying on top of him, how many pieces of the chandelier would have fallen on this guy.
"Chow! Are you okay!" Reece was very nervous.
Although Zhou Zhou couldn't hear clearly what Reece said, he could understand what he meant by looking at his mouth movements.
"I'm fine! I'm fine! I just can't hear clearly!" Callum Zhou staggered up. His arm was injured by fragments of the chandelier just now while trying to protect Ansen, and even the back of his leg was injured.
"Stop moving! Chow!" Although these are just skin injuries, the fragments are still stuck in the body, and moving around will only make the injury worse.
"I just want to take a look." Zhou Zhou frowned, feeling pain in his arms and legs.
Reece glared at Anson fiercely, "Mr. Greyson Anson, I have to send my team members to the hospital first. People from other teams will follow up on today's explosion soon. I beg you to cooperate a little bit."
Anson was still sitting on the ground and made a "don't worry" gesture. God knew that no one would be at ease with this guy.
Richard carefully lifted Anson up from the debris, while Anson's eyes rested on Callum Zhou's back with interest.
"Richard, for us unscrupulous businessmen, law enforcement agencies are cats, and we are mice. Mice always make holes to hide and avoid direct contact with cats, but actually playing with cats is the most interesting thing." Anson raised his eyebrows at Richard and said in a long voice, "If you can, then catch me."
Zhou Chi was sent to the nearest hospital. There were almost twenty-seven pieces of glass taken out from all over his body. When the doctor told him that he could not take a shower for two weeks, he finally cursed "Fcuk!"
There was a dull pain all over his body, and Zhou Zhou was injured on the job. Reece sent him back to the apartment he rented in New York.
"You kid, please stay calm these days." Reece didn't forget to tell her when she got off the car.
"I got it." Zhou Zhao made an "ok" gesture towards Reece, opened the elevator, and came to his room. He took out the key and inserted it into the door hole. The moment he paused slightly, he then put a hand on his waist. He held the gun in his hand and opened the door very leisurely with the other hand. The moment he opened the door, he had already raised his gun.
In the darkness, a joking voice sounded.
"Don't be so nervous. If the wound opens, I will feel guilty."
"Greyson Anson. What are you doing here?" Callum Zhou did not lower his guard and still raised his gun.
Anson was sitting on the sofa facing the door, with his legs crossed and his posture leisurely.
"Of course I came to see you. Without you I might have been killed today."
"You don't have to be too polite, because you haven't told me the transportation method of massive." Callum Zhou reached out and turned on the light, and the whole room suddenly became brighter.
Opposite him, Anson raised the corners of his mouth, and his smile was elegant and somewhat sinister.
"Is this how you greet your guests?" Anson smiled happily, "You are indeed Reece's subordinate. Your expression is exactly the same as Reece's."
Callum Zhou did not relax. He had heard of Greyson Anson before he was transferred to Reece's team. The Greyson Anson family was an arms dealer that made its fortune during World War II. It had very close ties with governments of many countries. It had an extraordinary status in that black world. Many other arms families would be polite when they heard the name Greyson Anson. After entering the twentieth century, many arms families have disappeared due to the development of science and technology and the use and prevention of arms dealers by governments. But the Greyson Anson family is still brilliant, which must be attributed to Anson's far-sighted mind. He never offended the government, even to the point where they had to ask the Greyson Anson family for help in international affairs. The Greyson Anson family has invested heavily in weapons research and development in various countries, including some high-precision projects. Keeping pace with the times is Anson's motto.
But that doesn't mean Anson is just a shrewd businessman. Callum Zhou doesn't need to imagine how much cruelty and coldness there is underneath the glamorous surface.
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