After dealing with the matter in Paris, William sent Carlos away. He had to go to Switzerland to look for like-minded members of the brotherhood to deal with Sloan in New York.
William was reading the Paris newspaper as he ate his breakfast. When he flipped to the third page, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. As expected, there was a report on a murder case that happened by the Seine River last night. The three people who died were all from Albania, and they were father and son.
Murad's family was finally sent to meet Satan. With all the adult males dead, William believed that the family would soon be swallowed up by other factions. They would no longer have the power and time to cause trouble for William and Bryan.
However, there was more to come. When William turned on the television, he saw that many Parisian broadcasters were reporting a sensational piece of news. An anonymous insider exposed the human trafficking issue that most people in Europe were concerned about.
Not only did the anonymous insider reveal that the Albanians were kidnapping young single women from all over the world, he also revealed that the Albanians were protected by the head of the French Security Council, Claude's superior.
The host of the TV station also vaguely mentioned the situation of the underground auction house in Europe. Every year, the value of the sale of women in Europe alone was worth billions of dollars. Every year, there were tens of thousands of young girls who went missing in Europe alone. Who knew how many girls went missing in Europe without being reported or registered in other countries? A conservative estimate would be tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands.
In the end, the broadcaster even brought out quite a few pieces of evidence of Claude's superior receiving bribes from the Albanians. She cried out with her face full of tears and makeup, calling for the whole of society to pay attention to the missing people in Europe and for the authorities to investigate thoroughly.
It didn't take long for William to understand that it must have been Claude's wife who leaked the news. He didn't think that woman would be so ruthless. She must have found out about Claude's disappearance from somewhere and was willing to disregard her own safety for the sake of revenge.
However, Claude's wife's actions were beneficial to William. Claude's boss couldn't even fend for himself and the auction house was busy trying to put out the fire and destroy the evidence. Most of their time and energy would be spent on finding out who the informant was.
As expected, a few hours later, the news of Claude's superior being taken away was broadcasted. The police also sealed down 7 Berick Street and found the underground auction venue and a large amount of prohibited items on the third basement floor.
This time, all of France was angry, and demonstrations began to appear everywhere.
Seeing this situation, Paris would soon be in chaos. For safety reasons, William immediately asked the hotel to book a private jet for him to fly directly to New York. He didn't want to stay in Paris, which was a powder keg.
After booking the plane, William asked the hotel to send a car to pick up Jenny's cousin, Avatar, to the hotel to stay with Jenny.
William, who was waiting for Avatar's arrival, saw the butler knock on the door. When William nodded, the butler entered and said, "Mister Devonshire, there is a gentleman who wishes to meet you. He says he has a message for you. What do you think, Mister Devonshire?"
Just as he was about to run, someone came to see him. Who could it be and what message did they have for him? William didn't give it much thought before he said, "Help me ask that gentleman to come up."
Soon, the butler came in with a short and skinny old man who looked to be in his seventies. He wore a black top hat and a thin jacket with a peaceful expression on his face.
After the butler bowed and closed the door, the old man smiled and took off his hat. "Hello, Mister Devonshire. I'm Charlie."
"Hello, Mister Charlie. May I know why you're looking for me?"
"I'm here to deliver a letter. Also, I'll give you our name card so that you won't have to contact us through other members of the Continental Hotel in the future." After saying that, he handed William a silver-white metal name card.
When William heard about the Continental Hotel, he knew who this old man was. This old man was a scavenger. But why did these guys come to him so quickly? "Thank you, but I don't quite understand why you're looking for me. We don't seem to have any dealings, Charlie."
Charlie smiled and said in a gentle tone, "Don't worry, Mister Devonshire. You don't have to be so cautious. We don't care at all who you are or what you've done. We only care about whether you'll cross paths with us, whether you'll help us, when you need our services, and whether you can pay us in full.
As compensation for this unexpected visit and to show our sincerity to an important customer like you, we've already taken care of the follow-up trouble for you free of charge from the dozens of corpses that suddenly appeared in Paris.
I have to say, Mister Devonshire, it's our dereliction of duty to know you so late. If we had known you earlier, we wouldn't have lost the opportunity to do business with nearly 100 gold coins in Montenegro and Paris. There are not many people with outstanding business ability like you.
Please call me if you need anything in the future. I don't want some old friends to laugh at me. Am I really old? I don't even have the ability to attract customers. "
William felt a chill in his heart as he looked at the serene and kind old man in front of him, whose words were cold and bloody. He really didn't know if these people still had feelings. "Well, Charlie, I accept your kindness. I also know that you guys are the best in some aspects. But can you tell me who wants to send me a message? I have something to deal with in a while, and I don't have much time."
Charlie seemed to understand why William suddenly showed a sense of alienation. He smiled and said casually, "Thank you for your praise. Mr. Winston, the manager of the Continental Hotel in New York, asked me to tell you that he very sincerely invites you to meet him at the Continental Hotel at 175 Fifth Avenue in New York. He said that you should agree after hearing that his surname is Winston. He has a lot to say to you."
"Winston?" William thought strangely. Isn't Winston his grandfather's middle name? His grandfather's full name is Henry Winston Devonshire. God, no way, I have an assassin relative? If he's really a relative, he must be a relative on Henry's mother's side. We're separated by several generations, and we haven't contacted each other for decades. What can he want from me? However, there shouldn't be any harm in meeting him.
The Continental Hotel seemed to know what William had done in Black Mountain. That's right, William didn't hide his whereabouts in Black Mountain. As long as someone was interested and had connections, they could still find out that it was William who did it.
Now that he thought about it, he was too naive. He thought that killing dozens of people would make people afraid of him.
People with real power and influence wouldn't directly clash with William. They often watched him in the dark. Fortunately, William made a lot of money when he was in Switzerland, so he didn't have to worry about money. Rich people could still do a lot of things.
Should he spend 100 million pounds to set up a revenge fund in the Continental Hotel, or spend some money to try and see if a large assassin organization like the Continental Hotel wouldn't accept any missions related to him?
Suddenly hearing that the head of the world's largest assassin organization was looking for him, William was a little curious. What would it be for him to formally invite him to meet in New York?
After William thought about it, he nodded. "Okay, I'll go if I have the chance."
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