William ignored Pierce's joke and leisurely drank alone in the bar until the end of the game between Chelsea and the Magpies. He finished the last of the whiskey in his glass, paid the bill, got up, and went back to the hotel room.
After taking a shower, William thought that he was lucky to have met Pierce today. Although the guy was a little weird, the joke was nothing. He just liked to call his name from a movie and didn't get in his way. Whatever, he would just treat it as a special hobby of a big star. It was just a pity that he didn't ask Pierce for an autograph.
He turned on the hotel computer and searched for Pierce Brosnan. William wanted to find out what Pierce was doing in London on the Internet. He wanted to find a chance to ask Pierce for an autograph. He opened the website and found a lot of guys named Pierce Brosnan, but none of them were the one he had just seen in the bar.
What was going on? How could there not be one? Pierce was a big star. How could he not be found?
William was just about to enter 007 when his brain suddenly jolted. William's hand on the keyboard jerked up and he came back to his senses. This was the mental strength warning him of danger.
William quickly got up from the chair and looked nervously at the hotel room. He hid in a place out of sight outside the window and used his mental strength to scan the hotel room and the six-story building 20 meters in front of the hotel.
After becoming a beginner mage, his mental strength could perceive a distance of more than 20 meters to almost 30 meters.
He stayed in the Hilton Business Suite on the 12th floor. The opposite building was less than half the height of the room he was in. After scanning with his mental strength, William didn't feel that anyone in the opposite building was facing him, and it was impossible for the sixth floor to be watching the 12th floor.
He scanned the corridor of the hotel room again and didn't sense anyone. William didn't know what was going on.
How could his mental strength give him a warning of danger? William stood in the corner by the window and silently thought about what was going on.
Suddenly, William remembered that his mental strength gave him a warning when he wanted to enter 007. He then associated it with the guy in the bar who said he was James Bond and that he wasn't Pierce Brosnan.
William suddenly felt like he had been beaten up. He suddenly understood that this was not the world of his previous life. If that guy was really James Bond, everything would make sense. Damn, then isn't my room being monitored? The computer must be monitored. Otherwise, my mental strength wouldn't have given me a warning. There was no 007 movie in this world, but there really was 007. Mr. Bond had appeared in front of me.
William seriously used his mental strength to scan his room several times this time. Fortunately, there were no cameras or anything. The cameras in 2000 weren't as small as those in the back of the city, but he still found a bug in the hotel phone.
Damn, William now knew that he was really being monitored. His brain quickly recalled where he had slipped up, but he couldn't figure it out after thinking for a long time. If there was a problem, it could only be the few times when he practiced magic in the dormitory. Fortunately, he was cautious and this dumb system was awesome. He didn't need to practice magic himself to learn it, reducing the possibility of exposure.
However, damn it, I was still too careless. William scanned the room again, but still didn't find anything like a camera. He closed the curtains and walked to the back of the room, scanning the corridor and a dozen nearby rooms. After finding no problems.
William put on his coat, walked out of the room and went to the stairs. He didn't take the elevator. He still knew this common sense. Fortunately, it was only 2000 and the Hilton Hotel didn't have so many cameras. As he walked down, he scanned with his mental strength.
Scanning floor by floor, he didn't find anything unusual when he walked to the fourth floor. It was off-season now, so not many people stayed in the hotel.
There was no one living on three floors, and William didn't find any suspicious people on the other four floors. If the agent lived in the Hilton Hotel to monitor him, it was impossible for him not to have surveillance equipment.
In the stairway of the fourth floor, William's mental strength scanned a courier car parked on the street on the side of the hotel. Why is there a courier car parked next to the hotel at this time?
There's a problem. William thought of the agent movies he had seen in the movies. Weren't those agents monitoring the target in such a freight car?
William didn't go down after going down to the second floor. On the side of the courier car on the second floor, William opened the utility room against the wall with the Magician's Hand.
After entering, he carefully opened the window of the utility room to see if he could hear anything, but after listening for half a minute, he could only hear a faint sound. He couldn't hear what was said in the courier car at all. What should I do? William searched for the magic in the system in his mind.
Found it. According to the description of the system, it was to simulate his mental strength like a stethoscope. Mental strength was invisible and ordinary people couldn't see or touch it.
William tried to simulate his mental strength into a stethoscope that was ten times bigger and stuck it on the glass of the car. The other side was connected to his ears, and the sound came immediately.
After listening for more than ten minutes, he didn't hear anything. It was all trivial things. William waited for almost half an hour and finally heard something useful.
"Peter, this guy isn't asleep, is he? How come there's no movement for more than an hour?"
"Why do you care if he's asleep or not? I say, why do we have to monitor this guy? Isn't he just an ordinary college student? What's there to monitor this guy? "
"Hey, you don't know?"
"Know what? Is there something wrong with this guy?"
"That I don't know. This guy seems to have been on our watch list for many years, but we haven't found anything special about him. We haven't paid much attention to him in the past few years, but recently this guy has made some movements. The higher-ups asked us to keep an eye on him again. I heard from the guy who was monitoring during the day that he heard this guy design a game in the hotel's conference room in the morning and bid 100 million pounds. That fat Richard who was changing shifts looked as if God didn't open his eyes. You know, it used to be Richard who was paying attention to William Devonshire. If he had been paying attention to William when the game was first released, Richard might have had the opportunity to buy the game directly when it was first released. Then he would have really struck it rich. But who asked him to not pay attention to William Devonshire at all for the past two years? Seeing his depressed look when he changed shifts was really funny."
"100 million? Are you kidding? What kind of game can sell for 100 million pounds?"
"I think it's called Plants vs Zombies. I don't know why either."
"What? I know about Plants vs Zombies. I've even played it before. So this guy designed the game. Damn it, how can this game sell for 100 million pounds?"
"Then I don't know."
The voices in the car stopped for a few minutes. One of the guys sighed and said, "I just looked at this guy's profile. There's nothing wrong with him. Single parent family, he grew up in London, his grades have always been good, he's won a lot of awards, he doesn't have a girlfriend, and he spends all his time in the library and dormitory. What problem can there be with this kind of person? Why would the higher-ups pay attention to him? But mixed blood is easy to produce handsome men and beautiful women. This guy is so handsome, he wouldn't have a problem with his heart if he doesn't have a girlfriend, right? But what does this have to do with our military intelligence?"
"Idiot, didn't you see the last part?"
"I saw it. What's the problem?"
"You're suitable for field work. You didn't see how this game was made. Idiot, look carefully. This game was developed by this guy named William in less than half a month.
The design, programming, and even the characters, plants and zombies, were all made by him in half a month. I heard from the people in charge of network security in the bureau that even if everyone in their department worked together, it would still take them at least a few months to make it. And this is under the condition that they know the design concept. "
"This guy is so good. No wonder the higher-ups pay attention to him."
"Of course. Why else would we be monitoring him? From the looks of it, the higher-ups want to accept him. They even value him a lot. Didn't you see Bond coming here with us? I wonder what Bond's conclusion will be after he interacts with this guy."
"But he's a mixed blood. He's of Chinese descent."
"Damn it, Peter. What era is this? You're being racist."
"No, I'm not being racist. My current girlfriend is a chocolate beauty. Do you think I'm racist?"
"Hehe. Who knows? For you, as long as it's a beauty, you don't care about her skin color. You'll change your girlfriend in a few months."
"Damn you. I also want to have a stable girlfriend. But who knows when I'll go on a mission. Once I go, I won't see her for months. Do you think I want that?"
"I think you just want to change your girlfriend every month."
"Bastard. You're slandering me."
At this time, a mobile phone vibrated in the car. One guy answered the phone and said to the other, "Someone will take over our shift later. Bond has already gone back. Boss wants us to go back and report to them."
"That's great. After reporting, we can have a good sleep at night. I didn't sleep until 1 am yesterday. I was woken up before 6 am by Boss."
"Hehe, you slept at your girlfriend's place yesterday. Then you're good. You didn't get screwed by her."
"Damn you. Be careful or I'll beat you up."
Then there was the sound of two people quarreling in the car. William listened for another half an hour. When he didn't hear anything useful, he quietly returned to his room.
After entering the hotel room, William heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, they didn't find out about his magic. Otherwise, there wouldn't be only two people monitoring him.
They probably wanted to accept him into the Military Intelligence Agency and specially came to check him. However, William didn't understand why Bond came to see him. He even said that he had been monitoring him for many years. Was he really here to check him out?
William didn't believe it. There must be something on him that Bond was paying attention to. As for what it was, he couldn't figure it out after thinking for a long time. Many of his thoughts couldn't be verified now. He didn't dare to take the initiative to contact these people. That would be telling them directly that he knew they were monitoring him. At that time, the Military Intelligence Agency would definitely think that he was just an ordinary college student. How could he know that they were monitoring him? Tell them how he knew.
Thinking of this, William couldn't help but shiver. He didn't want to look for trouble at the crucial time of selling the game. It was better to pretend that he didn't know anything now.
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