Looking at the helicopter flying away, William silently wished that Dia would be able to walk out of the shadows and turn over a new leaf.
William had originally thought of settling Solomon's family near Oxford. He had saved his family, so it should be no problem for Solomon to work for him and be loyal to him.
But when he thought of Dia, William gave up the idea. He didn't trust people who killed people and ate flour. Although Dia was forced, who knew what would happen to him in the future? But even though he didn't trust him, William hoped that Solomon's family would live in a better direction in the future.
After sending Solomon away, William looked at Archer, who was a little sad and uneasy. "Walk with me, Archer. How about it?"
"Of course, sir." Archer nodded hurriedly, picked up the big backpack with the money, and followed behind William.
William laughed when he saw Archer struggling to carry a 40-kilogram bag containing 4.9 million US dollars. He deliberately led Archer to the grass. "I heard that you're trying so hard to grab the diamonds in your hands so you can leave Africa? Now that you have the diamond and you don't lack money, what will you do in the future? "
To William, the big backpack was a burden, but to Archer, who was crazy about money, he was happy to lack it. But although he was happy, Archer didn't lose his head. Hearing William's words, Archer showed an embarrassed expression.
"Don't joke, Mr. Devonshire. This diamond isn't mine now. It's yours, and only you deserve to have it."
Archer handed the diamond in his hand to William. William shook his head with a smile, which made Archer very uneasy. "Sir, I really didn't want to have it, and it's not something a person like me should have.
A 100-carat flawless pink diamond alone can sell for ten to twenty million US dollars on the black market. If it's auctioned, it's definitely not a problem to sell for seventy to eighty million US dollars. It's not impossible for it to sell for hundreds of millions. You should take it back. I'm satisfied with this 4.9 million. "
William didn't take the diamond. He looked at Archer with a serious face and said, "Do you want to earn another five million US dollars?"
"Five million?" Archer looked at William doubtfully. "May I ask what it is, sir?"
"I heard that you know many leaders in the diamond industry?"
"Yes; I have sold a good many of General Frobby's diamonds these last few years to Simmons and Vandycar at De Beers' London headquarters," said Archer.
Hearing the two names, William smiled, "Are they the heads of the Diamond Alliance?"
"Yes, sir." The more Archer looked at William's smiling face, the more uneasy he felt.
"Haha, Archer, you're different from Solomon. The main reason why Solomon didn't care about his life was for his family, so for the sake of Solomon's daughter, who isn't even a year old yet.
I can only choose you over Solomon. Will you do me a favour, Archer, and give your diamonds to Mr. Simmons of Debs? "
"Do I have a chance to say no now? Mr. Devonshire … "Looking at Christmas, Gunnar, and Caesar who were wearing close-fitting combat suits and had their hands on their holsters, he shrugged helplessly.
William laughed. "I like smart people and people who are willing to pay. Everything is done with money. It saves me a lot of trouble. So, Archer, how much is your life worth?"
How much is my life worth? Archer cursed in his heart. Of course, it was priceless, but he knew that after hearing William's words, he had no chance to back out. He didn't dare to bet that William wouldn't kill him. If it were him, he would definitely kill him.
But Archer really didn't know what to say when it came to selling his life to someone else. After struggling for a long time, Archer gritted his teeth and said, "Fifteen million dollars plus the money from selling this diamond to De Beers is all mine."
"No problem, Archer. I thought you would say one hundred million dollars. Fifteen million, very good. Deal." William shook hands with the indifferent Archer.
"This gentleman will accompany you to London. When it's done, I'll help you get a new identity, and you can work for me if you want. Goodbye, Mr. Archer."
William and Christmas nodded and left with Gunnar and the road.
Christmas said to Archer, "Come with me, Mr. Archer. Let me remind you that if you don't want to be hunted down by the Continental Hotel, do as the boss says. Maybe the boss will give you a bonus after it's done. By the way, this lady is in London now. Maybe you can meet her in London when it's done."
Archer looked at the photo of Maddy Bowen leaving the airport on the microcomputer on Christmas's left arm and couldn't help showing warmth on his face. "Don't disturb her, or I'll ruin your plan even if I have to die."
"Oh, don't worry, Archer. Maddy Bowen is just an insignificant person to us. As long as you can finish your work, we promise not to disturb her.
But as far as we know, she's sorting out your notes. Maybe Maddy Bowen will publish a report that she can't bear. Archer, you don't want that to happen, do you? "
"F * ck." Thinking of his notes for Maddy, Archer felt a sense of urgency. "Let's go, man. We should do something. I hope we can see Mr. Simmons in London in ten hours."
"Oh, no problem."
Christmas took off all his equipment and changed into casual clothes. An hour later, a private plane stopped at Keno Airport. Christmas and Yin-Yang took two sets of Black Blade drone equipment and flew to London with Archer.
Watching the plane fly into the sky, William took out his mobile phone and called Felix, the private consultant of the Swiss National Bank. He told Felix to immediately call the traders he had worked with twice before to be on standby and wait for his orders.
Then he called Brian and Sam in the United States and asked their team to go to Switzerland immediately to keep an eye on the traders. Everything was like a few months ago when William was in Switzerland. No one was allowed to contact or contact the outside world before the matter was over.
After doing all this, William took Gunnar and the road to find Antonov. After seeing Antonov in the medical area of the airport, William asked, "How's the situation?"
Antonov's expression was gloomy. "Of the five who went to the sky to report, three are seriously injured, seven are light, and two may be disabled."
"Didn't we already set up an ambush? Why are there still so many people missing?" William said with his eyes wide open.
"Sigh, we haven't fought for several years, and our training has been neglected because of a lack of funds. The sniper of the third team couldn't kill the enemy's heavy machine gunner immediately. In just ten seconds, three of us died and two were seriously injured," Antonov said helplessly.
"Well, what happened to the other two who died and were seriously injured?" William asked.
"One of the remaining two who died was the gunner. He was blown away by the enemy's RPG, and the other was seriously injured by a stray bullet in the neck." Antonov hesitated for a moment before saying, "The last one who died was the sniper who didn't hit the enemy's machine gunner."
With that, Antonov excused himself by saying that he had to take care of the wounded.
As soon as Antonov left, Gunnar said, "Boss, that sniper must have been killed by his own people. He said that he was killed by the enemy just because he wanted to get some money from you for his family."
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