After dinner, before seven o 'clock, he unexpectedly received a call from Philip himself, inviting William to attend the farewell ceremony at Westminster Abbey at ten o' clock the next morning.
William didn't think too much about it and agreed.
He had a good relationship with the royal family, and they were business partners. Plus, he belonged to the noble class, so there was no conflict of interest. Under such circumstances, it was certainly not a problem for him to protect Philip's family.
Before six o 'clock the next morning, William, who was sleeping with Abigail in his arms, was woken up by the ringing of his phone.
He picked up the phone in a daze and saw that it was Garris Mallory from the Security Committee.
As soon as the call connected, Garris said apologetically, "Sorry, William, I woke you up so early. If you haven't woken up, I'll call you back in ten minutes, or-"
"Stop, I'm already awake."
William knew that something must have happened. Otherwise, Garris, who had not given him any tasks or even contacted him less since he became Garris' boss, would not call him so early.
"Okay," Garris was not angry when William interrupted him. He hesitated for a few seconds and said, "America's chief executive, Benjamin Arthur, left two hours earlier than scheduled. He will arrive at the air force airport outside the city in forty minutes.
The reception was originally the responsibility of John Lancaster, but for some reason, Catherine wants you to pick him up. If you don't want to go, I can help you reject Catherine. "
"Outside the city? Of course I won't go. There are a lot of things to do today. I don't have the time or interest to pick up some American chief executive. "
William refused without thinking. Anyway, according to his memory, Benjamin Arthur's bodyguard was the Spartan emperor, and the Barkavy family wanted to capture him alive. The probability of him dying was not high. Even if there was an accident, William would not care.
"Okay, I'll reply to Catherine, but," Garris hesitated for a few seconds and sighed, "If you're not busy, it's best to stay with Catherine today. She's in a difficult situation now."
"No problem. After I'm done with my own matters, I'll keep an eye on Catherine."
Hanging up the phone, William kissed Abigail's face. Just as he was about to leave, the girl hugged his neck.
"Sleep with me for a while more, my dear."
"I'm sorry, Ah Bi. I'm in a hurry, so I can't accompany you. Also, remember what I said. Be good and stay at home today. If there's anything, immediately follow my instructions to the basement."
"You're really willing to leave at a time like this?" Abigail pulled William's arm and smiled charmingly.
"Alright, you demon, I really do have something to do."
He pulled Abigail's arms away from his neck. "I'll keep an eye on you Sunday. If you dare to go out today, I'll teach you a lesson when I get back."
"What's nice to see?" Abigail hooked William's chin with her finger.
"Damn it," William stared at Abigail, who looked like she could do whatever she wanted. He struggled for a moment before shaking his head and getting up. "If you're good today, I'll take you to see Leonardo da Vinci's oil painting."
"Really," Abigail, who was thinking about how to make William stay, covered her mouth in surprise when she heard this. "You're not lying to me, my dear?"
"Of course," William stood up and took off his pajamas. Before he walked into the changing room, he turned his head and smiled. "Why would I lie to you about something like this? And who am I? I'm William, Devonshire. "
He walked into the changing room that was more than 30 square meters and put on a bulletproof shirt, tie, trousers, shoulder holsters, and a half-length business windbreaker.
He used the password to open the weapons room in the changing room and took out two Glock guns from the weapons rack. He carefully checked the condition of the two guns and placed them on the table in the weapons room when he felt that there were no problems.
He then took out ten magazines and fastened a belt that could hold the magazines. He inserted the ten magazines into the magazines on his left and right waist respectively and tested them before taking out the bullets and loading them into the magazines.
Attracted by the unseen Leonardo da Vinci's oil painting, Abigail wrapped herself in a velvet blanket and chased him to the changing room. As soon as she walked into the changing room, she was shocked by the variety of guns, pineapples, and even rocket launchers and grenade launchers in the weapons room.
However, she didn't care about the weapons in the bedroom. As an old beauty, it was normal for her to have weapons in the house. There was no need to be surprised at all. However, it was a little too cruel to have a flamethrower and a grenade launcher in the house.
"God, my dear, there are so many heavy weapons in the bedroom. Aren't you afraid that there will be a problem?"
"What problem can there be?" William shook his head as he looked at Abigail, whose eyes were beginning to shine. This chick looked a little weak on the outside, but she was a little big on the inside.
Not only was she not frightened by the weapons in the room, but she was also eager to try them out.
William thought for a few seconds and said to the air, "Sunday, all weapons rooms in the house are prohibited from opening to Abigail unless there is an emergency. She is also prohibited from touching any weapons alone."
"Yes, sir. The order to prohibit Miss Abigail from touching any weapons is accepted." Sunday's voice sounded in the weapons room.
"Stingy." Abigail glared at William. "If you don't let me play, can't I go to the shooting range by myself?"
"You can go to the shooting range if you have someone to guide you. Also, if I have time, I can teach you how to use guns personally, but you are absolutely prohibited from testing weapons alone."
As he spoke, William loaded the magazine. "Ka-cha, Ka-cha." It took him less than ten seconds to finish loading a magazine with 17 bullets. Abigail was dumbfounded at the sight.
"My dear, how many years have you been playing with guns? How can you reload so quickly?"
This question made William stunned for a moment. He lied with his eyes wide open, "I started playing with guns when I was 12 years old. I probably fire tens of thousands of rounds a year."
"Tens of thousands of rounds?" Abigail thought silently and was shocked. "Doesn't that mean that you fire 27 rounds a day on average? God, no wonder you are so skilled."
After saying that, she saw William put the magazines in the two pistols under his armpits. Abigail then reacted. "No, do you need to bring guns out today?"
"Today, the entire upper class of England will be attending James' funeral. God knows if there will be any unexpected situations. It's better to be prepared so that if something really happens, I won't have any weapons to fight back."
After packing up the guns and magazines, he buttoned up his windbreaker and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror. After making sure that the naked eye could not see that he was carrying a weapon, he turned to Abigail and said, "Don't just stand there. Help me with my tie."
"Haha." Abigail laughed when she heard this. She wrapped the velvet blanket tightly around her and walked to William. She took the tie from his hand and teased, "Finally, there is something that you are not good at. Otherwise, I would have thought that you were a monster."
"Slap." William slapped the round area behind Abigail.
"You are so annoying. If you touch me again, I will tie the tie myself." Abigail, who was helping William with his tie, glared at William coquettishly.
"Is it appropriate to call your man a monster?"
"You are a monster."
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