Sitting in the driver's seat, William was a little annoyed that he overdid his acting today. In the future, when he interacted with people in England, they might really treat him like a lunatic.
However, after thinking for a while, William didn't care anymore. If he was a lunatic, then so be it. A lunatic was better than a fat sheep.
A fat sheep could be easily slaughtered, but if he wanted to provoke a lunatic, he had to think carefully.
"Ring ring ring."
"Sir, Mr. Garris is calling," Sunday said through the earpiece.
"Answer the call," William said. Garris' voice came through the earpiece, "Hello, William, why aren't you here yet? You're the host and you're the one treating the guests. That's too rude."
"Okay, okay, I'm outside the restaurant. Give me two minutes."
He hung up the phone and got out of the car.
He walked into the restaurant and was led by the waiter to a small restaurant with six tables.
William told Catherine and the other two to wait for a moment and said to the waiter, "I'd like to book this small restaurant, is that okay?"
"Of course, Mr. Devonshire," the waiter took out his walkie-talkie and said a few words to the restaurant manager. He smiled and said, "Yes, sir."
"Thank you," he took out a 50 pound note and gave it to the waiter. He turned around and hugged Catherine, "I'm sorry I'm late."
"It's okay, we just arrived too. Are you done?" Catherine asked softly.
"Don't worry, it's all done. The only problem is that Blommley might have guessed something."
"Is that why you invited him to this dinner party?"
"Yes, he's your subordinate. Some things are more useful to you than me. However, my subordinate is very clean, Blommley won't be able to find anything."
"Then there's no problem."
Garris and Blommley saw that William and Sunday had finished talking, so they walked over and said, "Okay, William, let's order."
"OK." He greeted Blommley and ordered the food. The four of them chatted as they ate. They only finished their meal at 9 pm.
After sending Catherine off at the carpark, Garris pulled William and Blommley and said, "Come to my house for a drink?"
William shook his head and said, "It's already so late, let's go to my place so as not to disturb your family. Even if you drink too much at the hotel, just get a room."
"Okay, we'll go to your place." Gallis turned to Blumley and said, "Blumley, follow us."
During dinner, Blomley had already reached an agreement with Catherine. She would give out the same amount of money as the pension to the injured SWAT officers.
Together with the compensation from London's Civil Defense Department, it was exactly twice the amount. Thus, Blomley pretended to ponder and shook his head regretfully.
"I'm sorry, there were so many casualties in the afternoon. I have to go to the hospital to check on the injured members. Next time."
After sending Blommley off, Gallis didn't drive. Instead, he got into William's car.
Once in the car, Gallis asked, "What did you do to Blommley? He kept looking at you evasively tonight."
"What can I do? I just killed Silva. But, hehe, our commander probably thinks I'm crazy. At the same time, he was scared by the way my men killed Silva."
"Scared?" Gallis asked doubtfully, "He's someone who deals with Kombu. Why would he be scared by you? What did you do? "
"Sunday."
"I'm here, sir."
"I'm driving. Explain to Gallis and show him the sniper video."
"Understood, sir."
After watching the video and hearing Sunday's explanation, Gallis didn't panic. Instead, he said happily, "How about selling me ten sets of this equipment?"
"Not much, ten sets? I won't sell you a single part. Do you think I'm short of money? Only an idiot would sell this kind of equipment that's a threat to me. "William rejected without even thinking.
Gallis didn't give up and said, "5 million USD for one set?"
"Hehe."
"F * ck you, what do you mean by 'hehe'?" Gallis looked at William angrily.
"It means don't even think about it. You have the nerve to say 5 million USD. If I give you this kind of equipment, it won't take long for it to leak out from the Special Task Force. With a few Barrett guns loaded with special bullets aimed at me, I won't be safe even if I'm in an armored car."
Seeing that Gallis still wanted to say something, William continued, "You'd better think about how to get rid of the moles in the Special Task Force. Have you heard of the Phantom Society?"
"Of course, I've been working with them for decades. How could I not know about them?" Gallis thought for a moment and said, "You mean the Special Task Force has been infiltrated by the Phantom Society?"
"That's right. Not only have you been infiltrated, but even the officials have been threatened by the Phantom Society. So, your first priority now is to clean up the Special Task Force. You'll be busy in the future, buddy."
After a long silence, Gallis said, "No matter what, if I become the head of the Special Task Force, I'll just be jumping from the fire pit of the Safety Committee to another fire pit."
The current situation of the Special Task Force made Gallis a little depressed. This was not good. William still wanted to clean up the moles in the Phantom Society after Gallis took over and attract the attention of the Phantom Society to the Special Task Force. This way, the Phantom Society would not have time to deal with William, who had ruined their plans one after another.
Le Siever in the Casino Royale and Silva this time were both related to William. If he did not find a target for the Phantom Society, William would have a lot of work to do when they came back to their senses.
William comforted him, "England is not a fire pit now. You're at least the boss in the Special Task Force. You only need to be responsible for Catherine and the big boss. You don't have to worry about those nobles who are dragging you down. Besides, I'll secretly help you."
"Help me? Ha, what benefits are you trying to get from me again? "Gallis' heart tightened as he thought about the information about William locked in his secret safe.
"I really don't know what your grandfather Henry taught you. You always think about your own interests in everything you do. Why can't you be like the ancestors of the Devonshire family and contribute to the country?"
The Aston Martin DB7, which had been moving steadily, suddenly shook. William quickly calmed himself down and held the steering wheel firmly.
"Selfless contribution? Are you trying to make me laugh to death? Man, is there still anyone selfless in this godforsaken country?
Haha, the ancestors of the Devonshire family did contribute to the country, but what was the result? "William stopped the car at the side of the road and stared at Gallis fiercely.
"The result was that my great-grandfather and his four brothers all died in battle. My grandfather Henry had to sell all of his family's property to keep his title. In the end, when he was injured in the line of duty, he even spent his own money to pay for the medical expenses.
After he passed away, he didn't even get a pension. My grandmother was so sad that she spent all of her savings after she fell seriously ill, but no one came to visit or help her.
If it wasn't for Henry's arrangements, my mother and I might not even be alive. "
"So, don't talk to me about contributions. To me, this country is just a place of citizenship. If one day I'm unhappy, I'll take my mother and emigrate. As long as I have money, there will be plenty of countries that will welcome me."
"Sigh, I'm sorry." Gallis was silent for a long time. "Forget it, I'm not in the mood to drink anymore. I'll just go home and sleep."
The two of them went to Gallis' house in silence. When they got out of the car, Gallis said faintly, "You can't leave, William. Think about your family name and what you've done. The mark on you can't be erased just because you want to."
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