After being chased all day and almost dying several times, Benjamin and Banning certainly did not want to let go of anyone related to this matter.
On the way to the Air Defense Command, William explained his plan in front of Benjamin, Banning, and Barney, who was driving the car.
Banning asked a lot of questions and after confirming that Benjamin would not be in danger, he agreed to help William act.
Now, everything was as William had promised. Benjamin was indeed safe and would soon be able to leave the powder keg that was London.
This made William immediately become a trustworthy person in the eyes of the tough guy Banning. He took out a bright silver CZ83 pistol from his armpit holster and gave it to William.
"This is the gun of my boss, Ms. Lynn Jacobs, who died in the crashed Marine One. Unfortunately, I have to escort Mr. Barrel away and can't avenge Lynn myself. So, buddy, if you can, please use this gun to kill Barker and his family."
Only someone like Banning, who had saved his barrel several times, dared to say these words in front of Benjamin. Seeing that Benjamin turned his head away as if he did not hear it, William reached out and took the gun from Banning's hand.
He complained in his heart that it was the CZ83 again. It seemed that this gun was indeed very popular in the hearts of older people. He nodded and said, "No problem, if the situation permits, I will help you fulfill your wish."
Unfortunately, the simple-minded Banning did not understand William's meaning and thanked him happily, "I thank you on behalf of Lynn, William."
After the two finished talking, Harry reminded, "Gentlemen, although I think it's very safe here, it's better for you to leave as soon as possible and stay away from the source of the danger."
"Mm," Banning nodded in agreement and shook hands with William and Harry. Then, he brought Benjamin, who also shook hands with William and Harry, onto the plane.
Before the plane's cabin door closed, the two waved goodbye to William and Harry again.
As he watched the plane take off and slowly disappear into the sky, William exhaled and said to Harry, "It's all good now. I've finally sent this plague away, and I've kept half of my reward.
If you want to drink, come find me as soon as possible. Otherwise, I won't be in the castle for a while, or I'll go to Brazil for a vacation. "
"No problem. I'll look for you when it's over." Harry nodded.
After driving the Special Agent Academy's car to a secluded spot, William abandoned the car and opened the portal to return to the basement of his manor.
He took a shower, changed his clothes into pajamas, and laid on the sofa to watch the battle scene in the 3D virtual projection.
Five to six hundred Spider Robots and Black Edge UAVs monitored a two-kilometer radius around the air defense command, giving Sunday a bird 's-eye view.
It had only been twenty minutes since the battle started, but the anti-terrorism combat team had not only defended the building, but also killed dozens of enemies who had besieged them. Apart from two people who were injured by stray bullets, they had no other casualties.
This made everyone who participated in the battle involuntarily obey Sunday's orders. They were also grateful to William because Sunday's orders were all in William's voice.
After two waves of attacks were repelled and dozens of people were lost, the attacks of the terrorists and mercenaries slowed down.
Seeing this, Sunday immediately ordered the 22nd Airborne Team to come out of their ambush points and split into four combat teams to counterattack from behind or from the sides of the terrorists.
Now that they were being attacked from behind, many mercenaries who were willing to risk their lives for money immediately fled.
With some people fleeing, the remaining people's fighting spirit was immediately weakened. Based on Sunday's estimation, the battle at the anti-terrorism building should soon come to an end.
Under Sunday's orders, the 96 SAS members on 12 helicopters went straight to the abandoned building where Barkavi's two sons were.
Sunday knew that there were many Stinger anti-air missiles in the abandoned building, so he did not agree to the SAS operation leader's plan to quickly descend from the top floor of the building.
Instead, he ordered all the combatants to land safely away from the building and split into 12 combat teams to surround the abandoned building from all directions. Then, they advanced steadily according to the information provided by Sunday.
It took half an hour to quietly clear out all the warning points and ambush points on the periphery without any casualties. Only after occupying a favorable position did they officially attack Barkavi's lair.
A few minutes after the battle began, ground troops and snipers stared at all the windows and shot down any Stinger anti-air missiles that might appear. The 12 helicopters circled in the distance to determine the firing points and fired missiles at the abandoned building.
For a time, the entire abandoned building was shrouded in explosions.
If it weren't for the fact that some of the English upper echelons wanted to capture the Barkavi family alive, or that the attack was going so smoothly, some people would have started to think about stealing the credit.
Otherwise, the 12 armed helicopters could have blown up the entire abandoned building with their anti-air missiles alone.
After guessing that someone wanted to steal the credit from Sunday, William narrowed his eyes and asked Sunday to hand over the command.
Many times, the credit had to be compared in order to stand out.
Sunday had disguised himself as Sunday to command the two battles with zero casualties. William didn't believe that someone could monitor all the firing points and dangers like Sunday.
Sure enough, as William expected, after handing over the command, the SAS that rushed into the building suffered casualties not long after.
Although the SAS members were elites, they were all blind followers. It was impossible for normal people to adapt to the situation in a short time.
Under the desperate counterattack of the terrorists, casualties began to inevitably occur, and the higher they went, the more casualties there were.
Fortunately, the terrorists in the building were scattered across the various floors. Even if they were not killed or injured after the bombardment, there was no way to organize a counterattack. They could only guard the corridors and rooms in twos and threes.
After half an hour of fighting in the corridors and alleys, the SAS suffered more than 20 casualties and finally reached the penultimate floor of the building. There was another round of desperate resistance.
Amur Barkavi listened to the approaching gunshots. He held the detonator in his hand and hugged his brother as he bid farewell to his father, Amir Barkavi, who was far away in Colombia. "Father, we haven't avenged the Barkavi family yet. You have to live."
Amir Barkavi nodded fiercely, his eyes full of reluctance. "Don't worry, I won't let go until I kill Benjamin Arthur, Michael Banning, who killed your brother Zara, and William Devonshire, who ruined our plans. The Barkavi family's vengeance has always been irreconcilable."
William, who was watching them, suddenly said to Sunday, "Can you destroy the detonator?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then destroy it. Keep this video for the Americans and English to see. Maybe it will bring unexpected benefits." William narrowed his eyes and ordered.
After the parting of life and death, the gunshots were getting closer and closer. Amur Barkavi pressed the detonator in his hand.
"Crack."
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