After shattering the wine glass, William waved his hand and used his mental strength to sweep up all the broken pieces of the wine glass and threw them into the trash can. He took a new wine glass and drank for more than an hour. When Sunday reported that Michael had boarded the plane to Thailand, William went back to his bedroom to sleep.
At 7 a.m. the next day in New York, Susan Plummer, who had just woken up and freshened up, was planning to pack some luggage. She would bring it to the office in the morning to report, and then take it to the airport after noon to fly to London to meet Michael.
Ever since she received a secret email from Michael requesting to meet at the Oxford University Library, Susan had been restless for the past few days. From the fact that Michael did not call her and only dared to send a secret email, Susan knew that the matter was important and dangerous.
So she had been hesitating for the past two days. As a semi-retired secret service member, she did not know if she should take the risk to meet Michael. In the end, friendship and decades of professional experience in the secret service overcame her fear and decided to meet Michael.
But before she started packing, she habitually picked up her phone and saw a text message from an unknown number. When she opened it, she realized that the message was from Michael from Thailand. He had accepted a mission from William and was going to Thailand. The target of the mission was the famous scholar of Thailand, the Eight-faced Buddha.
Seeing this, Susan quickly dialed the new number. She instinctively thought that her phone was an encrypted C1A phone and must be safe. But she did not know that everything about her had been monitored by Sunday.
In order not to arouse Michael's suspicion, William did not take the initiative to monitor him. But as soon as the call was made, Sunday found out about Michael's new phone in Thailand.
As soon as Susan made the call, William, who was far away in London, heard Sunday's report. "Sir, Susan Plummer is calling Michael." Then, there was a beeping sound in the earpiece.
Perhaps because Susan's phone was an encrypted satellite phone, Sunday, who could directly hack into the satellite, could crack Susan's phone signal easily and quickly.
The call was quickly connected, and William heard the conversation between Michael and Susan at the same time.
"Hello, Susan. Good morning," Michael said.
Hearing that it was indeed Michael's voice, Susan, who was a bit uneasy, finally let out a sigh of relief. She smiled and said, "Good morning, oh, no, it should be noon. Good afternoon, Michael."
"Haha." After greeting each other, Susan asked, "So you're working for William Devonshire?"
"Hiss, hiss, hiss."
Susan's and Michael's mobile phone signal suddenly became intermittent. "Hello, hello, hello."
On the other hand, the voice in William's ears was very clear. While William was puzzled, Sunday's voice sounded, "Sir, I'm interfering with their call. Do you need me to cut off the signal?"
"No need. I want to hear what Michael has to say. When I didn't kill him in London and sent him to Thailand, I didn't care if the secret of the invisible combat suit would be leaked. To put it bluntly, the invisible combat suit is just an application of virtual imaging technology. What I care about is whether Michael will betray me and take my salary to help the Americans mess with me."
"Understood, sir. The signal is recovering."
"Hello, hello."
"Hello, hello, you finally heard it. Sorry, Susan, maybe the signal in Thailand isn't very good. I'm really working for William Devonshire now. I'm looking for you this time because I found out that he has a combat suit that can make him invisible to a certain extent during the mission."
"Invisible to a certain extent? To what extent? "Susan asked immediately.
"When it's not moving, it can make the whole body invisible. When it's moving, it can move at a normal pace. If you don't look carefully, the probability of being discovered is very low. During the polar bear operation, we followed the instructions and there were no problems during the entire operation," Michael said.
"Polar bear?" Susan was indeed an experienced secret service. After thinking about the recent events, she quickly understood what Michael was talking about. "So you're saying that you killed Pushkin, and William Devonshire is the mastermind behind it."
"That's right," Michael said.
"If that's really the case, Michael, we have to meet," Susan said excitedly. "You have to complete this mission seriously. Lurking around him and catching William Devonshire's weakness is more important than anything else.
Think about it, if we can rope in and threaten William to work for us, not only will the bureau have more funds in the future, we can also find a way to get the good stuff in his hands.
"Recently, there's a rumor in the underground world that a few months ago, a group of people wearing a fully-enclosed bulletproof armor went on a killing spree on the South American island of Vila Na. They killed most of the people who grew and sold flour on the island.
I've always suspected that this armor was probably invented by William Devonshire, but when I reported it to Bruce Willis, the head of the secret service in New York, I couldn't find any evidence. Michael, I need your information. If we can catch William Devonshire's weakness, I can control him. "
"No, no, no, absolutely not. Susan, you're putting yourself in danger. God, you don't understand that William Devonshire is not just a rich man. I'm telling you this because I think it's right to tell you the news.
But I don't want to drag you into danger. Reporting to your superiors and hiding in the dark is the right thing to do. Susan, think about your husband. You don't have children. If he loses you, then his life will be just like mine, full of memories, pain, and loneliness. "
His words made Susan fall silent. She thought about the pain Michael had suffered after losing his beloved wife all these years. After a long time, Susan said, "Okay, I'll do as you say. Thank you, buddy. Be careful."
"I know. Help me check something."
"Go ahead."
"This time, William told me that his uncle was killed by the Eight-faced Buddha, so he asked me to go to Thailand to investigate the whereabouts of the Eight-faced Buddha. But I really don't believe William's words, unless he really has a family member who was killed by the Eight-faced Buddha."
"Family member? How is that possible? Isn't he, his mother, and the Earl of Oxford the only surviving members of the Devonshire family?" Susan was puzzled. Then, she thought of something and exclaimed, "You mean his father's family?"
"That's right," Michael said excitedly. "No one knows who William Devonshire's father is. If we can find out this time, it'll be very helpful for the investigation of William Devonshire in the future."
"Of course," Susan said happily. "Don't worry, I'll get to the bottom of this. There's someone in the bureau around the Eight-faced Buddha. I'll call you as soon as there's news."
"Okay, I'll wait for your news. Bye."
"Bye."
After hanging up, Susan didn't care about what her husband had for breakfast. She got dressed, grabbed her car keys, and quickly drove to the New York Special Task Force.
William, who had been eavesdropping, sat on the sofa with a smile. You want to get something on me? Hehe, you can't blame me if you want to die. "Help me answer the call from the church. Yes, the church's real name is Bruce Willis."
"Understood, sir."
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