At the thought that it was the first time he had been actively targeted, William was unhappy. Plus, he wanted to know how good the assassination skills of the White Spirit, an assassin, were, so he became anxious. He thought about it and realized that not much time had passed. "Let me know if you have any news."
"Okay, Sir."
At noon, William, who was eating lunch while watching TV, saw the news report that Lena had taken over the Chelsea team. Looking at his mother's smiling face, William was happy for her.
Just as he was happy, he heard Sunday's report and his mood immediately soured. "Sir, Susan Plummer, whom you asked me to keep an eye on, has just booked a flight to London at 3 p.m. tomorrow."
"Susan Plummer." William thought for a few seconds and remembered who the name was related to. "The former C1A female boss of Michael the Hardware Hero?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Damn it," William cursed in a low voice. He waved his hand to let David, the butler, and the maid, who were waiting on him, leave. He stood up and walked to the suite's floor-to-ceiling window to look at the park outside the hotel. After a long time, he said faintly, "You're already retired, yet you're still dishonest. Should I praise your patriotism or mock you for overestimating yourself, Robert Michael?"
After standing silently for a few minutes, William snorted softly. "Since you've become a traitor, you're probably mentally prepared to be killed." He curled his lips and walked back to the table to sit down and eat lunch. "Help me find out what Michael's former teammates are doing."
"Okay, please wait a moment, Sir."
After lunch, Sunday's voice was heard. "Sir, Mr. Michael has four former teammates named Ali, Resnick, Kovacs, and Dave. These four people are C1A people on the surface, but they secretly use the convenience of C1A status to obtain information and form a team to take private jobs on the dark net. As long as the price is high, they will do anything."
"Dark net, haha, using the dark net to take on tasks. It seems that these four people are still small fries, but that's the best. Help me find out about a city planning planner in Broselle, Belgium named Albert."
"Yes, sir."
A few minutes later, Culbert's photo appeared on William's phone. "Sir, I've checked a lot of secret databases and found that this urban planner named Culbert is very suspicious. There's a 70% chance that he's a secret agent of C1A."
"It's not 70%. It's because he's a special agent who's been hiding very deeply. He issued a mission to Dave and the others. The target is Culbert. The commission is two million US dollars, and the time is within 24 hours. Also, every time the mission is completed six hours earlier, the reward will be increased by one million US dollars."
"Understood, sir. The mission will be issued."
As soon as the mission was released on Sunday, Dave's cell phone in New York beeped. He clicked on the mission list and read it. Dave was overjoyed. Two million dollars. This was the highest commission they had ever received in their team. Not only was the commission double the normal price, but there were also additional rewards.
Thinking about the time requirement, Dave couldn't help but frown, but it's not like there's no other way. In the past, they used their identity as special agents to use their privileges more than once or twice. As long as there's a legitimate reason, they're not afraid of being investigated.
As for being appointed by the person who issued the mission, Dave didn't care. Over the years, their mission completion rate had always been very high. It wasn't the first time they were asked to go on a mission by someone.
Back in the office, Dave took out a new phone from the drawer and called the team member, Ali. The call was quickly connected. "Hey, Dave, long time no see."
"Long time no see, Ali. Do you have time in three days? It's been a long time since we got together. I know a new bar. Want to have a drink?"
"Of course, I'm fine with drinking. Send me the address. I have to take a look first. If it's really good, I'll tell Resnick and Kovac."
"Ha, you bastard. You don't believe in my taste." Although Dave said that, he still picked up the phone he usually used and sent the address to Ali.
When Ali heard the text message, he said, "Forget it. The restaurant we went to last time wasn't that good. Let's not talk about it for now. I'll take a look first and reply to you."
"Okay, I'll wait for your call."
After hanging up the phone, Ali, who was still smiling, quickly picked up the car key and drove to their secret hideout. What he said to Dave just now was actually nonsense. The only useful thing was to see them in three days. See them in three days was the code they agreed on. It meant that there was a mission.
When he arrived at the secret hideout, Ali turned on a server. This server stored a database of C1A. Dave used his identity to bring out this information bit by bit over the years. It was because they had the advantage of intelligence that they didn't provoke any big forces all these years. Of course, because of Dave's authority, the information was incomplete.
After entering the database, Ali quickly found the information of the target, Carlbert. Seeing that Carlbert was just a city planner, Ali thought that Carlbert had offended the real estate group in Belgium.
He took out his phone and sent a text message to Dave saying, "Okay, see you in three days."
When he saw the text message, Dave's face lit up. It seemed that the target wasn't a big shot. Soon, an official document secretly asking Ali and the other two to go on a mission to the Netherlands appeared on Dave's desk.
Eleven hours later, William, who was sleeping with Abigail in his arms, was woken up by Sunday. "Sir, Dave's team has completed the mission."
William, who was a little confused, let go of Abigail's arms. He sat up and walked out of the bedroom in his pajamas. "How are these guys so fast?"
"Ali and the other two took a military transport plane to the Netherlands. After getting off the plane, it only took them two hours to drive to Brussels. They arrived at 11 o 'clock at night in Brussels. The time is just right."
"Okay, it's time to watch a good show." William walked to the wine cabinet and opened a bottle of whiskey. He took a sip and pondered for a moment. "Send a message to Michael and ask him to go on a mission to Thailand. The mission is to find the Eight-faced Buddha."
"Isn't he a busybody? Tell Michael all the bad things that the Eight-faced Buddha has done over the years. Tell him that this mission is not only to eliminate evil, but also a private matter. The Eight-faced Buddha killed my uncle, so I'm looking for him for revenge.
As long as he can help me find the Eight-faced Buddha, not only will he get two million dollars, I'll also donate five million dollars to Africa. If he can kill the Eight-faced Buddha, it'll be ten million dollars. If he doesn't want to donate, the seven million or twelve million will all be his. "
"Understood, sir. The order has been sent out. A private jet will be waiting for him at the airport in an hour." Sunday paused for a moment. "Sir, I have to remind you. If you tell Michael about your uncle's situation, your cousin will be at risk of being exposed."
"Didn't I ask Yin Yang to go to the Celestial Empire? The Celestial Empire is so big. He can just spend money to live in a different city. Besides, his surname is Qin now, not Chen.
Besides, Michael isn't an idiot. If I don't find a suitable reason, he'll suspect my purpose. Isn't it great now? I'll let Michael and the Eight-faced Buddha fight each other. Hehe, I hope that Michael can really lure out the Eight-faced Buddha, who's more secretive than a mouse. "
"After I find him, I'm going to throw the Eight-faced Buddha's entire family into the crocodile pool." William crushed the wine glass in his hand.
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