"Sir, the shooting data has been calculated. The shooting point has been transmitted to Gunnar's equipment. We can shoot at any time."
"Okay, kill him then," William ordered.
"Understood, the order has been given."
In the distance, Gunnar and Yin Yang were lying on a small slope in the grass about 800 meters away from the warehouse.
Yin Yang was holding a sniper scope. He looked at the instructions on the glasses and said to Gunnar, "Gunnar, you can shoot now."
"Okay, don't rush me. I think I need to calm down. Damn it, I'm wearing glasses and a sensor on my wrist, but I don't even need to consider the wind direction or temperature when firing a sniper rifle.
What makes me want to curse is that it doesn't even matter if I can see the target. I just need to aim and shoot according to the instructions on the equipment.
God, I think it won't be long before old guys like us will be eliminated. "
"Stop nagging. The more advanced the equipment, the easier it will be for us to complete the mission. Hurry up, Sunday is rushing us."
"F * ck, stop nagging. I'm adjusting my breathing. Don't disturb me."
After Gunner finished speaking, he started to get serious. He stared at the scope and adjusted his posture according to Sunday's instructions. After a few seconds, the grass around the muzzle of the gun was shaken to the ground by the shockwave of the muzzle.
After firing the shot, Gunnar didn't care whether he hit the target or not. He immediately pulled the bolt and loaded the gun. As soon as he finished, he heard Yin Yang exclaim in a low voice.
"F * ck, it's a hit. Silva's red dot disappeared."
Yin Yang, who had been staring at the red dot, turned to Gunnar in disbelief and said, "God, it's fated. Gunnar, it looks like we really have to retire."
William waited for ten seconds in the surveillance car. When he saw that Gunnar and Yin Yang were still lying on the ground, he couldn't help but take the walkie-talkie from Barney's hand and yell.
"Bastards, retreat. You two bastards, retreat immediately. Follow Sunday's instructions. Christmas will meet you 600 meters away."
"Understood, Boss."
Gunnar and Yin Yang quickly packed up their weapons and equipment. They bent their backs and lowered their heads, following Sunday's instructions. Under the cover of the trees and bushes, they walked and stopped. It took them four to five minutes to get on the Christmas car.
Following Sunday's instructions to avoid all the cameras, he met up with Caesar and Highway a few kilometres away and drove back to London.
After instructing Sunday to only keep one complete video and delete all the other videos, William told Barney a few things to take note of and got out of the car.
After watching Barney drive away, William went to his car and sat in the driver's seat, waiting with his eyes closed.
.....
The news of Silva's death only spread among the mercenaries after Christmas and the other two had left.
With their leader dead, there was no point in resisting. The remaining mercenaries began to surrender one by one.
In the temporary command center outside the warehouse, Commander Blomley, who was fuming over the huge loss of his men, suddenly heard a report from his frontline that the enemy had surrendered.
"What's going on? Why did the Kombes suddenly surrender?" Blumley asked the temporary commanders beside him with a dark expression.
Everyone thought for a moment and shook their heads. A female police officer said, "I'm sorry, sir, but we don't know the situation yet. I suggest we be careful to avoid being ambushed by the enemy. At the same time, send a drone into the warehouse to investigate and shout for the Kombes to raise their hands and walk out of the warehouse."
"Okay," Blomley agreed, "Let's do as you say."
After this delay, Blomley found out the reason for it, ten minutes had already passed. The suicide squad had already left for more than twenty minutes and Christmas, Gunnar and Yinyang had already entered the city of London.
.....
After the special forces took complete control of the warehouse and made sure it was safe, Blomley was led by the frontline commander to the corner where Silva had fallen.
Looking at the fist-sized hole in the wall and Silva who was lying on the ground with a bullet in his back, Blomley was speechless for a long time. He had a rough idea of who did this.
However, he didn't dare to tell his men about this. He couldn't possibly tell them that someone had snatched the credit of killing their leader because he, the commander, had snatched the mission from someone else first.
If that was the case, he wouldn't be able to lead the team well in the future. At the same time, he was wary of William's power.
After more than twenty years in the field, he had never heard of anyone who could kill a target through a wall. If the target was himself, Blomley didn't think he would be able to escape from such a powerful sniper.
"Sir, what should we do next?" The frontline commander couldn't help but remind him after waiting for a long time.
Blomley sighed. What else could he do? Some things could only rot in his stomach. "Let's retreat," he said quietly.
"But, sir, don't we need to track down the third party?" The frontline commander was unwilling to give up after losing more than ten special forces and only catching a few small fries.
"I want you to retreat. The rest is not for you to know."
Blomley, who was already in a bad mood, glared at his subordinate and said sternly when he heard that his subordinate wanted to disobey his orders.
His words caused the surroundings to become silent. Blomley looked at the gazes around him and his heart tightened. It seemed like it was impossible for him to not say anything.
He sighed and said, "The commanders will stay behind. The rest of you, go do your own things."
The temporary commanders understood that Blomley didn't want the ordinary special forces to know the inside story. They looked at each other and nodded to the people around them.
The frontline commander also understood that there was an inside story. He turned around and gave a few instructions to the squad leaders. The squad leaders then led the people who participated in the battle to disperse.
However, these people didn't go far. There were so many casualties today. There were only less than 20 people left after four groups of 36 people. There were five to six people who died in the battle and the few who were seriously injured might not be able to survive.
Now, without a reasonable reason, these survivors would definitely not let this matter rest.
"Alright, according to your confidentiality, I will tell you what I can. It's up to you to decide if you want to continue."
Although Blomley understood that the frontline operatives wanted to seek justice for their comrades, they were still a disciplined unit. Disobeying orders was a very serious matter. Hence, Blomley was very angry.
However, he also understood that the current era was different from the past. The English people nowadays were particular about whether they were comfortable or not.
Even if it was a disciplined unit, if the frontline operatives were unhappy, they could just resign. If he didn't explain it to them clearly, they might blame it on him.
Blomley didn't want to be the scapegoat. Hence, after the commanders nodded, Blomley continued.
"You all know that we have many secret teams internally. Some of them are so powerful that only a few of the higher-ups can command them.
Unfortunately, today's team has the highest confidentiality level. I only know that they know the leader of this team because of some special reasons.
From what I know, the Security Minister, Madam Catherine, doesn't even know the specific members of this team. Hence, if you want to continue, I can report to Madam Catherine for you. However, I think you all know what the outcome will be.
Lastly, I want to emphasize that the team won't fight with us for the credit. I can even pressure the higher-ups to double the compensation for the casualties. It might even be possible to triple the compensation. "
"How is that possible?" the commanders exclaimed. The frontline commander immediately said, "Is there really that much?"
"That's right." Blomley nodded. "I'm a man of my words. They won't fight with us for the credit of killing the bandit leader because it's meaningless to them.
As for not being able to capture the bandit leader alive, I will report that he was killed by a stray bullet. Do you still have any questions? "
At this point, everyone fell silent. If not for the fact that they were afraid of being punished by the higher-ups and being blamed by their subordinates, they wouldn't have forced Blomley to give an explanation.
Now that there was no responsibility, the credit wouldn't be reduced and the compensation would be increased by a few times. The commanders looked at each other and collectively saluted Blomley. "Understood, Sir. Thank you, Sir."
Blomley stood still and returned the salute. "Since that's the case, why are you all still standing there? Get to work, especially you."
Blomley stared at the frontline commander. "Davis, you bastard. Write me a report when you get back. Also, you are suspended from your duties. We will discuss when you will be reinstated after the investigation. Any other questions?"
"No, Sir. Thank you, Sir." Davis immediately saluted. He knew that from the moment he didn't stop his subordinates, bad luck was waiting for him.
Disobeying orders was a serious matter. Blomley was already merciful that he didn't fire him on the spot.
However, at least he was able to get a few times the compensation for his subordinates.
After instructing Davis to get someone to clean up the cause of Silva's death, Blomley left his subordinates behind and walked out of the warehouse. He got into his car and pondered for a moment before he took out his phone and called William.
He was having a headache now. Without any evidence, he couldn't do anything to William. However, he still had to fight for what he had to fight for.
As long as he could get something out of William, it wasn't unacceptable for Blomley to not pursue the matter of stealing the bandit leader.
The call was quickly connected.
"Good afternoon, Blomley. What's the matter?"
The happier William was, the angrier Blomley was. He suppressed his anger and said in a low voice, "We need to talk."
"Talk about what? Talk about how you stole my mission? "
"You know what I'm talking about. I'm not here to criticize you. Since we're friends and on the same side, I'll steal your quest, and you'll secretly kill Silva to make things difficult for me. How about we call it even?"
"Haha, what are you talking about? Why don't we meet up and talk? I have an appointment with Catherine and Garris at Gordon's Restaurant in Chelsea for dinner. If you're free, we can meet up."
"No problem, see you later." Blomley hung up the phone. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to control himself and would curse out loud. However, since he had a favor to ask, he had to hold it in even if he was unhappy.
William laughed as he hung up the phone. He complained in his heart, "I thought I was shameless enough. I didn't expect Blomley to be even more shameless than me.
Even after so many casualties, he could still smile and have a meal together. However, it seemed like Blomley didn't know that he was the one who caused the mercenaries to prepare in advance.
If he knew, I wonder if he would kill me. "
He chuckled and put down his phone. He started the car and drove towards London in a good mood.
Half an hour later, William arrived at Gordon's Restaurant. After parking the car, he sat in the car and waited for about ten minutes before he saw a car drive into the parking lot. Blomley got out of the car with a gloomy face.
"Beep beep." William pressed the horn and waved his hand out of the car window. Blomley took a few glances and after confirming that it was William, he walked towards William's car.
"Let's talk."
"Yeah, let's talk." Blomley nodded and walked to the front passenger seat.
"It's settled."
Blomley rolled his eyes. "Don't tell me you didn't know. If we weren't friends, this matter wouldn't have been settled so easily."
"Haha, then I have to thank you. Why don't you report to Catherine and see how she reacts?"
"Okay." Blomley's heart skipped a beat. Seeing William's smile, he knew that the situation he didn't want to see had happened. Thinking about Catherine, Blomley fell silent helplessly.
"Seems like you've guessed it." William smiled and looked at the silent Blomley. "Does this count as me helping you indirectly? Buddy, don't you owe me a word of thanks?"
Blomley was furious when he heard this. He glared at William and scolded, "F * ck, F * ck, just because I stole your mission, six died, three were heavily injured and eleven were lightly injured.
If you wanted me to thank you, you should have told me the details earlier. Otherwise, my men wouldn't have suffered so many casualties. "
"Ha, buddy, I wanted to tell you, but you didn't ask."
There was another sentence that William did not say out loud. Even if you ask, I won't tell you. Not only will I not tell you, but I will also set you up. Otherwise, in the future, everyone will want to take credit from me and reap the benefits.
"So, don't think of yourself as a victim. If you want to talk about victims, it should be the injured special forces. If your men find out about this, won't they come after you? It won't be easy to lead the team anymore."
Blomley slumped into his seat dispiritedly and said helplessly, "Tell me, what do you want? As long as it's not illegal, I'll help you."
"No, you owe me a favor this time, but I need you to tell the people who are watching me in the dark," said Lin Feng.
"What?"
"Tell them that I won't give it to you and you can't take it from me. Otherwise, I'll make you lose all your teeth and swallow them with a smile.
If you want benefits, first, you have to have something I need. Second, you have to be polite when you talk to me. Hmm, I like polite people. "
Blomley asked bitterly, "So, I'm just a chicken for monkeys to see?"
"That's right." William nodded with a grin.
"F * ck, you're crazy. William, Devonshire." Blomley looked at the smiling William in horror, "You actually treated the lives of dozens of people as a joke just to warn someone."
"Haha, you make it sound like you're untainted and as clean as a saint. England has always been a world where sheep eat humans and humans eat humans. If I don't act tough, someone might swallow me whole tomorrow."
William stared at Blomley crazily, "Tell me, Richard Blomley, is your heart pure? If so, I promise I'll do whatever you say. If not, don't f * cking accuse me because you don't have the right to do so. There's no evidence in this world. "
Blomley thought for a long time and finally sighed, "At least my heart yearns for heaven, but you're looking straight at hell."
Blomley shook his head. He thought that William was crazy. He originally wanted to deduct some compensation from William, but now he didn't think he could get anything from a lunatic.
Blomley opened the car door and said to William with his back facing him, "There are still many good people in this world. William, I think you should interact more with simple and kind people. It won't do you any good if you continue to be so stubborn. See you later."
William rolled his eyes and looked at Blomley who was walking into the restaurant. He thought to himself, "Damn, did I overdo it? Look at how scared he is. In the future, will the upper class of England really think of me as a lunatic?"
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