"Good evening, William. I'm sorry to call you so late. I'm not bothering you, am I?" Garris said.
"It's already 11 o 'clock in the evening. What do you think?" William asked angrily. He knew that Garris calling at this time was definitely up to no good. If he wasn't curious about what had happened, he wouldn't have picked up the phone.
Garris also knew that it was a little late, so he changed the subject and said, "I saw in the newspaper that you bought 3,000 acres of ancestral land around the castle. Congratulations, William, the Devonshire family has finally been revived in your hands. But you bought land and ferghana horses, and you didn't even inform me, your friend, when there's good news. Are you planning to hide in Oxford and ignore the outside world and prepare to retire?"
The paparazzi were really resourceful. It had only been a few days, but the newspaper had reported all his affairs in the past few days. How could he live a peaceful life for a few days?
"I'm planning to retire and live the life of a rich man, Garris. If you don't want to talk to me about the reward for getting rid of General Jetefrobby, you don't have to say anything else. I still have something to do and I don't have time to chat with you. Bye."
William was no longer the William of six months ago. As long as Garris didn't have something on him, he didn't have to care about Garris, the head of intelligence, with his current wealth and secret forces.
"Wait, don't hang up yet," Garris hurriedly said when he heard that William was about to hang up. "I have something important to talk to you about, William. I need your help."
"I knew you wouldn't call me so late at night. Let me say this first, I won't do anything too troublesome. I'll have a lot of things to do in the next few days. I won't have time to deal with your affairs."
Thinking about taking over the shares of England Power, Aston Martin and Chelsea in a few days, William was not in the mood to deal with other things. Unless there were great benefits waiting for him, he wouldn't bother with those troublesome matters.
Garris just laughed at William's refusal and said, "That's just right. This time, in order to solve the internal problem, some of us have put forward some suggestions. Don't you want to hear about the benefits after the matter is completed? Furthermore, this matter is related to your family's mission. "
"Hehe, why didn't you say so earlier?" Hearing that there were benefits, William thought about the family mission that Garris had mentioned. What kind of mission could his family have? Wasn't it just to deal with internal problems? Thinking of this, William gloated and said, "Could it be that there's an internal problem?"
In response to William's teasing, Gallis, who had a favor to ask, said helplessly, "This time, we are indeed looking for you because of internal matters. A few months ago, some important secret Secret Service information was leaked. We suspect that someone has infiltrated the Secret Service, but we haven't found any clues after a few months of searching. We have no choice but to ask for your help.
As for General Frobby's reward, we're still discussing it. I'll let you know when there's a result. In any case, the reward won't be less than yours. "
"Hehe, then look for me after you've finished discussing my reward. If I remember correctly, you haven't paid me a single cent. I have no obligation to help you now. We're in a cooperative relationship, Garris."
After a moment of silence on the other side of the phone, Garris said helplessly, "Well, in that case, I won't bother you. By the way, I'll inform you to come to London tomorrow morning for Bond's funeral. Bye."
Bond is dead? William held the phone in a daze for a moment and dialed back. As soon as the phone was connected, William asked, "Sorry, Garris, I didn't hear you clearly. Who did you just say is dead?"
"Yes, you didn't hear wrong, James Bond."
"Hell, of course I know it's Bond. I'm asking if it's the former Bond or the current Bond."
"Of course it's Craig. Can a retired Bond still be called Bond?" Garris said in a low voice.
"Craig? Didn't that guy just become Bond for less than half a year? "God, Craig just joined the 00 group in March this year. It's only been half a year and he's already dead. That's too short a life."
Thinking that he and Craig could barely be considered friends, William couldn't help but ask when he heard the news of his death, "How did Craig die?"
"Three months ago, our Secret Service team in Morocco was attacked. Bond was ordered to investigate. When he was apprehending the suspect, he was accidentally injured by a colleague of the Special Intelligence Bureau and fell from a 30-meter bridge. After the accident, we couldn't find Craig's body for three months. Now we can only treat it as a death in the line of duty."
Accidentally injured by a colleague? Was there anything more unlucky than this?
"So Craig was killed by his own people. God, couldn't Craig find a reliable deputy? Or has the Special Intelligence Bureau declined to the point of sending rookies out? "
These words made Garris blush on the other end of the phone. He didn't expect that an elite special service member born in the Air Service Regiment would die at the hands of his own people instead of being killed by the enemy. This was definitely a major accident under his leadership. In order to shut some people's mouths, Garris put in a lot of effort.
This matter already made him very unhappy, and now he was teased by William. Garris said angrily in his heart, "Well, if you have time, come to Craig's funeral. If you have any conditions, we'll talk about it when we meet. Bye."
After hanging up the phone, William curled his lips. When he knew that Craig was accidentally injured by his deputy, combined with the memories in his mind, William knew what was going on.
Although he wasn't sure if Craig would die. After all, this was the real world. If he fell from a 30-meter bridge, he would definitely go to see God if he was a little unlucky. However, since his body couldn't be found, the possibility of Craig being alive was very high.
However, even if Craig was lucky and didn't die, he would definitely be discouraged after being shot by his own people. At the same time, with Craig's intelligence, he would definitely take the opportunity to pretend to be dead and retire to hide. After all, there weren't many people in the 00 group who could live to retire.
Forget it, I'll go tomorrow to find out the specific situation. If it's really the same as what I remember, then I'll just take it as watching a show.
Early the next morning, William got up and changed into a black suit, black tie, and white shirt. After having breakfast with his mother, he said goodbye and drove the Porsche 911 to London. It took him more than an hour to get to London's St. Wood's Cathedral.
After parking the car and walking to the church, not many people came today. Bond was a secret special service member, so his funeral wouldn't be open to the public. In addition, the information showed that Craig was an orphan. When he was seven or eight years old, his parents were killed, so only a few of Bond's superiors came to his funeral today.
At the door of the church, he received the death obituary from the priest and opened it. It said that Lieutenant Colonel James Bond, Lord St. Michael and St. George, England's loyal soldier, died in the line of duty on May 25.
Bored, he looked at the obituary in his hand. M is really heartless. It's only been three months, and they don't even know if Craig is dead or not. Are they trying to re-select a new Bond?
At the door of the church, he saw a secret service member and asked about the specific situation. Sure enough, the situation of Craig's accident was the same as what he remembered. William curled his lips. He was now 70% sure that Craig must be hiding and pretending to be dead. Maybe at this time, Craig, who was hiding in some corner, was talking to a beautiful woman.
Since he knew what would happen next, William silently calculated what benefits he could get in the future.
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