At eight o 'clock the next morning, William woke up with his girlfriend in his arms. He kissed the sleeping Ambrosio on the cheek and went into the yacht's kitchen alone. He took out the leftover food from last night and made a simple breakfast.
While he was making breakfast, he listened to Sunday's report on what happened last night after he fell asleep.
He was annoyed and helpless about Vigo's hesitation and almost blinded by money. He knew very well that in the face of huge profits, whether it was Vigo or anyone else, hesitation was a very normal thing.
William also knew that as long as he kept taking money from Vigo, their conflict in the future would be inevitable. He hoped that Vigo would not have other ideas during the five-year agreement.
But fortunately, John Wick decisively got rid of Ted and his gang, not giving the Vigo brothers any choice. They could only follow this path to the end.
This incident also made William understand that the matter of killing Pushkin could not be delayed any longer. Who knew what would happen during this period of time. He told Sunday, "Inform Michael to get ready to act. If we delay too long, there will be an accident."
"Understood, sir. The order has been issued." Then Sunday reported again.
"Last night when you were resting, I had already sorted out all the information I could find on the Eastern European Polar Bear Mafia. Should I send this information to Mr. Garris Mallory in London now?"
"Of course. I don't want to be a mafia leader. It's useless in my hands," William said.
"Understood. The information has been sent. The password is Mr. Mallory's birthday."
"Hehe." William laughed and took out his phone to send Garris Mallory a text message with the words "your birthday."
After breakfast, William went back to the bedroom to wake Ambrosio up. After breakfast, the two of them chatted on the third deck to pass the time.
At noon, Ambrosio went to prepare lunch. William, who was fishing alone on the fishing platform, heard Sunday's voice in his earpiece.
"Sir, Mr. Garris Mallory replied that they agreed to your conditions. You can now send someone to inspect the batch of Chinese antiques."
"Heh heh, it seems that the next generation of nobles who look glamorous and beautiful don't have any real ability. They've forced those old fellows who are about to see God to even do such a disgraceful business."
In this day and age, the nobles would also be dumbfounded if they had no money. In this era, the titles of nobles in England were just titles that these English nobles used to entertain themselves. A nobleman without money was no different from a bankrupt family.
"Inform Abigail that we don't have much time. We'll start working after a day of rest. Sort out the value and authenticity of those antiques and send them to me as soon as possible.
If the value of this collection of antiques is really good, then I can only tell Grand Duke Devin about the Faraday Group and let them make money now while I make money in the future.
No matter how outstanding the yacht company is, it's impossible for them to not be able to increase their value by ten times or even a hundred times. I just don't know if their descendants will regret it and curse their father in the future. "
"The message has been sent, sir. I think your guess is 100% correct."
"Haha, Sunday, I find that you're getting more and more mischievous, but I like it."
"Thank you."
After dealing with these matters, they had lunch and rested for more than an hour. At 2 o 'clock in the afternoon, William and Ambrosius changed into their swimsuits and played in the sea for more than an hour. They finally experienced the feeling of working out in the sea.
However, Ambrosius couldn't stand four consecutive high-intensity exercises in less than a day. He loved and feared William at the same time, so he could only hang up the 'no battle' sign tonight.
They stayed at sea for three days, fishing, diving and working out every day. On the morning of the fourth day, William just woke up. Sunday reported that Michael and Antonov, who were far away in Moscow, were ready to kill Pushkin.
"Has the equipment been sent over?" William asked.
"It was sent to Mr. Antonov last night."
"What about the equipment's confidentiality?"
"No problem, the equipment's confidentiality is higher this time. After activation, the equipment will self-destruct as long as it is one meter away from the operation personnel for ten seconds or if I can't receive the signal," Sunday replied.
"Very good, I hope the operation personnel can pass the test this time." William nodded in satisfaction. "When will the operation begin? Has Antonov's family safely left the polar bear?"
"The operation time is set to be one hour later at 4 pm Moscow time. That's when Pushkin comes back from hunting and the manor's defense is at its weakest.
As for the families of Mr. Antonov and the others, due to the delay of two days, the families of the operatives had already left Moscow for Belarus yesterday. They should be able to reach Estonia this afternoon, and after changing trains, they would reach the border between Poland and Germany at 11 pm.
As long as they reach Germany, someone will pick them up and wait for Antonov and the rest at the resort of Switzerland's Iron Cross Mountain. There won't be a problem in terms of safety. "
"Very good, remind me when the operation begins."
"Understood, sir."
After having breakfast with Ambrosius, he was holding his girlfriend and looking at the scenery when the loudspeaker on the deck sounded Sunday's reminder. William kissed Ambrosius and used work as an excuse to go to the office on the yacht. He opened the portal and returned to the basement in Oxford.
Although the equipment on the yacht could achieve real-time transmission, the image and signal were not reliable and were often intermittent.
William could only return to the basement in Oxford Castle. The equipment here was many times more advanced than on the yacht. He sat on the chair and said, "Let's begin."
"Yes, sir."
Soon, more than ten monitors appeared in front of William. Then, Antonov and Michael appeared on the monitors.
When Antonov saw William, he immediately greeted him with a smile, "Good morning, Boss."
Michael also greeted him, "Good morning, Mr. Devonshire."
"It's about 4 pm over there, so I should say good afternoon."
"Haha, yes, sir." Antonov and Michael could tell that William was in a good mood. They were worried that the operation would drag on for too long, so they also relaxed.
"Antonov, it seems that after we parted last time, you've spent a lot of effort to learn how to speak. Now, you can speak with an Oxford accent so well. Have you long wanted to work for me? If so, I'll welcome you in advance."
"Thank you, Boss." William's words made Antonov very happy. After returning to Moscow and seeing the situation of his family, he did have the idea of working for a rich man. Of course, it would be best if he could work for William, so he subconsciously chose an Oxford accent teacher when learning English.
"You're welcome." He looked at his watch, "It's almost time, I won't disturb you from arranging the operation plan. Good luck."
"Understood, Boss."
William turned off the video with Antonov and Michael and left the other images. He stood up and said to Sunday, "How's the operation of the equipment I ordered for you?"
"I haven't found any problems yet, but the fully automatic production equipment is still too small and can only produce some materials with low strength.
After the upgrade, the main server can support two Mark armors at the same time. The server still needs to be upgraded for the fully automatic control of the armors. "
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