Hannes hung up the phone and stood at the entrance of the farm for less than ten seconds. An absolutely sci-fi motorcycle quickly approached and stopped a few meters away from Hannes. Hannes, who was alone, was so scared that he almost turned around and ran away.
William got off the motorcycle and opened the helmet. "Good evening, Mr. Hannes. I'm not late, am I?"
Hannes heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that it was really William. It was indeed risky for him to come out alone. He happily went up to William and shook his hand. "No, you're just in time. If you had come a few minutes earlier, I wouldn't have prepared the wine."
Hannes didn't even ask why William appeared in Belfast half an hour later. "Please, William, leave the car here and let my men park it for you."
"Okay." William pulled down the helmet and turned to look at the small forest a few hundred meters away from the farm. Sunday had told him that Guan Yuming was hiding there and watching the farm.
Hannes, who was leading the way, saw William staring at the small forest and asked curiously, "What's wrong, Mr. Devonshire?"
"Just call me William." He turned around. "I heard that your office was bombed this morning?"
"Well, haha." Hannes blushed. "An Asian man in his fifties asked me for the list of murderers in the London explosion case. God, before you told me that Maggie was one of the murderers, I really didn't know who the murderer was.
I explained many times that I was investigating it, but he just didn't believe me. He thought I was lying, so he kept pestering me. Not only did he blow up my office, but he also built an exploding device in my car to scare me. In the afternoon, he even sent four of my men to the hospital. "
"Haha, then you didn't think of killing him?"
"No." Hannes shook his head. "I haven't done anything for more than ten years. Besides, he's the victim, so I can't do anything to him. I can only hide in the farm and wait until I find the murderer."
"Let's go, William. Let's not talk about this anymore. I've already prepared the wine. It's McAllen's 40-year-old collection. Only 500 bottles of this wine have ever been released on the market. However, I have a new 1999 bottle that's not for sale. If I hadn't forced my old friend to give it to me, I wouldn't have been able to find it."
William's throat itched when he heard that there was a 40-year-old treasure that even a dozen wine merchants in London couldn't find. "Then I have to try it. I'll drink while watching the show."
"Watch a show?" Hannes, who had been tense all this time, knew that it was not a good thing. "What show?"
Walking into Hannes' study, William scanned the entire study with his Psychic Force. After confirming that there was no problem, he took out his phone, opened the screensaver, turned on the signal jammer on the phone, and took off his helmet.
"Don't be angry. Even if you're angry, let me finish."
Hannes nodded curiously. Then, he heard William say, "I told Guan Yuming that you knew who the culprit behind the London case was, so he drove all the way to Belfast the night before to find trouble with you."
"What the hell?"
Hannes was experienced and didn't lose his mind so easily because of a sentence. After cursing, he shook his head helplessly and walked to the wine cabinet. He poured two glasses of 40-year-old wine and handed one to William.
"If you weren't a regular guest and came here personally, I would've suspected that you were the one behind this. Tell me, why? That old Asian man scared me a few times today."
"Haha," William took the wine glass and laughed. He sniffed it and used the opportunity of turning around to walk to the sofa to silently cast a poison detection spell. After confirming that there was no problem, he sat on the sofa and took a sip. After a few seconds, he exhaled. "This wine is indeed very good."
"As long as you like it," Hannes rolled his eyes at William. He walked over and sat on the sofa beside William, waiting for William to speak.
After drinking half a glass of wine, William said, "If he didn't put you in a terrible situation, your good friend and comrade, Thomas McGrath, wouldn't have the guts to commit a crime under your watch."
"Thomas?" Hannes was in disbelief when he heard Thomas McGrath's name. He shook his head and sighed. "Evidence, William, evidence. I can't suspect a comrade who has fought alongside me for 30 years just because of a few words from you."
"Evidence, hehe," William said calmly. "You're actually suspecting Thomas too, right?"
"How is that possible? Thomas is the person I trust the most. Why would I suspect him?" Hannes said calmly.
"Haha, it's okay if you don't admit it," William laughed. "A few weeks ago, you told Thomas McGrath that you wanted to attack England's financial system. A few days later, a clothing store next to a bank in London exploded. Don't tell me you didn't suspect that there's a connection between the two."
"Alright, I know you're resourceful. Just tell me the evidence," Hannes was already immune to William's intelligence gathering ability.
Just half an hour ago, he had already asked his subordinates to use the equipment and carefully check the entire study room. In the end, they didn't find anything. Now that William mentioned the incident that happened a few weeks ago, Hannes wasn't surprised that his anger had been vented.
"Boring," William pursed his lips and took out his phone. He tapped on it a few times and placed it on the coffee table. Soon, a beam of light appeared above the coffee table. Then, a person in a black leather jacket and a black helmet appeared in the beam of light.
The video started playing. The motorcycle man was seen getting off the motorcycle with a backpack. After taking a few steps, he might have been wearing leather gloves. He didn't hold the motorcycle key in his hand and it fell to the ground. He took off his gloves and a blurry scar appeared on his right hand. Then, the image slowly became clearer and the video finally stopped at a web-like scar.
"I compared it with people who have criminal records in the past and found that a guy named Patrick Ollie went to prison three years ago for hurting someone. The prison records show that the scar on Patrick Ollie's hand is exactly the same as the one in the video."
The 3D beam of light then showed Patrick Ollie's face and some videos related to him.
"This guy is the executor of the extortion case. He was the one who put the fried eggs in the clothing store. It's much easier to find him and the others. A few weeks ago, Patrick Ollie and a few other accomplices met Thomas McGrath in a pub in Elam."
Hannes looked at Thomas, Patrick Ollie, and the others in the video talking and laughing as they got drunk. He silently agreed that Thomas was the mastermind of this extortion case.
After pondering for a long time, Hannes said tiredly, "What should I do?"
"Do nothing. Wait for them to act again."
"Are you crazy? Don't do anything? If Catherine finds out that I know who the murderer is but let them act again, I'll definitely lose my position as the deputy minister, "Hannes shook his head and refused.
"If I don't say, and you don't say, who will know?" William said calmly as he drank his whiskey.
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