"What will come will come?" William asked strangely. "Did you drink too much to your brain? Do you think I'll be kind enough to help your Special Task Force clear up the trouble?"
Hearing William's words, Craig said in an agitated tone, "You're really not here to deal with me?"
"Hell, I'm in Oxford now. The newly bought horse is waiting to participate in the St. Leger tournament in September, and Chelsea is waiting for me to take over. I'm just calling you in the hope that you can immediately go back to England and continue to deal with your unfinished mission."
Craig was greatly relieved. It seemed that he did not have to die. But thinking of the mission, Craig said in a low voice, "Is Lang Sen dead?"
"Who?"
"The head of the secret service in Morocco. He's my friend. I left him in the room for the mission."
"Wait, let me check," William said to the air. "Sunday, log in to my Special Task Force's internal network. The account is XXX, and the password is XXX. Get Lang Sen's information and see if he's dead."
"Understood, sir." A few seconds later, Sunday said, "Sir, Lang Sen is confirmed dead."
"Sorry, Lang Sen is confirmed dead. Maybe you can come back to continue the mission and avenge him."
William didn't know who Lang Sen was, so he didn't feel any guilt about the death of this special agent named Lang Sen. He only hoped that he could use revenge to stimulate Craig's desire for revenge and continue the mission. "You should have seen the news. More than ten days ago, the Secret Service headquarters was bombed. Last night, two special agents were beheaded by people in the desert. Don't you have any thoughts about this?"
Craig took a big gulp from the wine glass his female companion handed over and said, "Ha, I'm already crippled. That shot hit my right arm and the bullet fragments are still in my body. My right arm hurts like hell if I use any strength. I can't even hold the gun steadily. What's the point of a piece of trash like me going back? Looking for death? "
"Haha, I'm just asking if you want to go on a mission. If you want, I'll help you deal with the injury. If you don't want to, I won't reveal your whereabouts for the sake of our colleagues. But I have to remind you that Morocco is not a good place to retire."
Craig was silent for a few minutes before saying, "Thank you, William."
"You're welcome. I'll wait for you in Oxford for two days. I hope you can continue to fulfill your responsibilities. Good luck, my friend."
After hanging up, William called Barney, the death squad in Lion City, and ordered them to take over the weapons and equipment in Malaysia. William had to consider that if Craig really didn't come back, then he would have to do the mission himself.
What gave William a headache was that he really did not know where the mastermind of this incident was. In his impression, the mastermind of this incident was a former special agent from England. After defecting, he had been hiding in Asia. His nest was on an island. What made William helpless was that the island in the movie did not exist at all. The island was added with special effects.
"Sunday, help me find an abandoned island in Asia. There are many six or seven story buildings on the island. There were many residents living there before. The reason for abandonment was a chemical leak."
"Accept the mission, processing." This time, William went upstairs to take a shower. After drinking a glass of whiskey, he did not receive Sunday's report. It seemed that the island was not so easy to find. "Sunday, how many islands have you found that match my description?"
"Sir, according to the conditions you said, there are 631 abandoned islands in Asia that have been inhabited. There are 174 islands with high-rise buildings. There are 6 islands that have been evacuated because of chemical leaks."
"Turn on the projector in the study. I'll change into my pajamas and go over."
"Understood, sir."
William took a towel to dry his hair, put on his pajamas, poured a glass of whiskey and walked into the study. As soon as he entered the study, he saw a few pictures of the island on the wall. "Play them one by one."
“YES，SIR”
William stood behind the projector with a glass of whiskey in his hand and looked at the pictures one by one. After playing them, William did not remember any of the islands. He thought carefully about what went wrong. Suddenly, William said, "Sunday, play them one by one."
Looking at the pictures replayed, William suddenly realized that there was no chemical leak in the nest of the mastermind behind the scenes. He just wanted to use the island as his nest, so he spread the rumor that there was a chemical leak on the island and scared away all the residents. That was why the island was relatively intact.
"God, how am I supposed to find them?" William angrily drank a few mouthfuls of whiskey and said, "Sunday, use my account in the Special Task Force to find the dead Special Task Force personnel in the past few years."
"Yes, sir. Mission in progress." Soon, the projector projected the pictures on the wall. William stared at the wall for a long time before saying, "Stop."
"It's you." William looked at the photo on the wall and said happily in his heart, "Sunday, I authorize you to use any means to find this bastard named Silva under the premise of your own safety and not being discovered by anyone. I want to know anything related to him."
"Understood, sir. Mission in progress. Estimated time: 6 hours. Sir, as your butler system, I suggest you go to bed early. I will report the results to you when you wake up tomorrow morning."
William looked at the clock on the desk. "It's already 12 o 'clock. Well, wake me up at 8: 30 tomorrow morning."
"Understood. Good night, sir."
Back in the master bedroom, William finished the whiskey in the glass in one gulp, rinsed his mouth and went to bed.
At 8: 30 the next morning, William was woken up on time by Sunday. After washing up and eating breakfast, William walked into his study, sat on the sofa and said, "Let's start."
"Yes, sir. Silva's original name is because the headquarters of the Special Task Force was bombed and moved. The server is not connected yet, so I can't find it on the Internet. If you need it, I suggest you go to the archives to find it."
"No, I'm not interested in his original name. Tell me, have you found any traces of Silva?"
"I'm sorry, sir. For the time being, I can only find that Silva once appeared in the Golden Dragon Hotel in Asian Gambling City. The manager of the Golden Dragon Hotel is a woman named Seveline. According to some secret information, Silva was arrested by an East Asian country in 7991 for attacking the network of another country. Five months later, he was abandoned by Mrs. M, which should be the reason for Silva's betrayal. However, I can't find out how Silva escaped from the Internet.
After escaping, Silva worked for a secret organization and secretly participated in the change of power in several African countries. He used the Internet to attack many multinational companies and secretly manipulated the stock profits of these multinational companies. He even used the Internet to shut down the satellites in the sky.
But it was precisely because he used the stock to make profits that I found his accounts in several non-public banks in Switzerland. More than ten days ago, some funds from one of the accounts were transferred to an underground bank in England. The receiver was a broker who specialized in providing manpower for people. Sir, do you need me to monitor this broker? "
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