William looked at Bnehamin in shock. "God, 100 million dollars is the highest reward in the entire underground world. How much do you want me to pay?"
Bnehamin's eyes flashed as he said, "500 million."
"500 million dollars for a person? You're crazy, Mr. Arthur. Do you know what the consequences will be?" William looked at Bnehamin in disbelief.
"Hell, if I really pay that price, not only will I not have less trouble in the future, but it will also increase. Some organizations will even deliberately attack me to cheat me of a sum of money. No, I won't do that."
Bnehamin listened and thought about it silently. It seemed like it was indeed possible. He began to hesitate about giving William the full commission.
If William knew what Bnehamin was thinking, he would definitely spread his hands helplessly. Damn it, this was the United States. They never trusted anyone.
At this time, Michael Banning, who was standing not far away, held his ears and listened. He walked over and said to Bnehamin, "Mr. Manager, the speech is about to start."
Bnehamin nodded. "Okay, I'll go out right away." He then said to William, "Let's go, William. There are some things we can talk about later. You're the pig trotter later."
"Thank you, after you," William said with a smile. However, he was complaining in his heart. If it wasn't for the 500 million dollar commission, who would be interested in a medal that didn't have any benefits?
The two of them followed Michael Banning to the podium.
Bnehamin shook hands with the host and Archbishop Desmond of Ethelbia. Then, he placed his hands flat on the podium and thanked the people around him.
William, who was following behind him, also shook hands with the people on the podium and stood one meter to the left of Bnehamin.
However, he wanted to keep a low profile, but the audience didn't let him go. Not only were they waving their hands and shouting his name, but some of the girls were screaming and wanting to go on stage.
This made the secret service and security personnel on the scene immediately feel like they were facing a great enemy. Some of the policemen on the periphery immediately rushed over to maintain order.
For a moment, all the cameras were focused on William. This made Bnehamin, who was ready to give a speech, spread his hands helplessly and wait for the audience to quiet down.
"Well, it seems that William is more charming than me. It seems that I have to pull him into my team during the next election. I believe that as long as he's there, I'll have a lot of points in the hearts of the young women."
"Haha", the scene was filled with laughter. It was noisy for five or six minutes before the scene slowly quieted down.
The wind wasn't strong today. Listening to the boring speech, William couldn't help but look around. The entire square was heavily guarded. There were sniper teams on all the roofs on standby.
As he looked around, he suddenly realized that a church tower was facing him from one to two kilometers away.
Looking at the flags behind him, he suddenly had a bad feeling. Which bastard had put up these flags here? Wasn't this the perfect wind speed testing tool for the sniper?
Just as he was about to ask if anyone was watching Banning Church,
Suddenly, he heard Bnehamin shout his name. The audience at the scene also shouted his name. He turned to look at Bnehamin and saw that he was taking the small box with the medal from Banning's hand.
He carefully sensed that there was no needle-like sense of urgency in his mind. Only then did he let go of his worries and walked up to Bnehamin.
"William, Devonshire, as the number one person in the United States, I award you the highest medal of honor in recognition of everything you've done for the United States and for me. Thank you."
After that, Bnehamin handed the medal box to William. Then, the two of them stood together and faced the reporters with a smile on their faces as they allowed the reporters to take photos.
"Click, click." There was a flashing sound. Just as he was feeling happy, he suddenly felt that the wind speed had decreased significantly. An inexplicable sense of crisis immediately spread throughout his body. Without thinking, William pulled Bnehamin to the side and fell down.
"Pfft!" There was a sound, and the smell of blood immediately filled the air.
When he smelled the blood, William, who had fallen to the ground, saw that Desmond, who was only two meters away from him, had collapsed to the ground.
Several secret service agents who were about to hold down William and rescue Bnehamin immediately rushed over to William and Bnehamin. The others also took out their guns and stood in front of the two of them.
The scene was chaotic. When Banning saw that Bnehamin's eyes were still moving, he knew that he was fine. He was relieved. He looked gratefully at William, who had stood up, and shouted into the walkie-talkie for someone to drive the car over.
Then, he pulled Bnehamin up and shouted, "Get in the car, get in the car."
William did not want to get in the car. When Desmond fell to the ground, he knew in his heart that today's target was not him and Bnehamin. However, that bastard had also disrupted his award ceremony. As someone who would seek revenge for the smallest grievance, he did not want to let go of the sniper in the distance.
However, Bnehamin was probably saved by William again and again. Instinctively, he pulled William's arm and dragged him to the main barrel car.
They were surrounded and escorted to the car. The convoy did not stop for a second and immediately rushed to the airport.
It was the first time that William sat in this kind of Cadillac beast. He looked around curiously. When he saw a bottle of whiskey, he even picked up the bottle and opened the cap to take a sniff.
Bnehamin, who was still in shock, gasped for air. When he saw William sitting beside him calmly, he took out a wine glass and poured himself a drink. When he looked at the wine glass in front of him, he immediately could not hold back his anger.
"F * ck, you bastard, you still have the mood to drink? We just mentioned Amir Barkavi and we were attacked less than half an hour ago. Damn it, if I die, you'll never get the five hundred million dollars."
Taking back the wine glass that he handed to Bnehamin, William drank it all in one gulp. While he was pouring himself another glass, he silently thought about what had happened today.
Anyway, it was definitely not Barkavi's revenge. He had a vague feeling in his heart that the scene just now had some recollection in his mind. When he thought of the flags behind the podium, William immediately remembered what movie it was.
He chuckled and slowly drank from the wine glass. He picked up the bottle and looked at it again. When he could not find the name of the wine, he said,
"Do you know how far away the sniper was from us? 1.6 kilometers. "
Bnehamin and Banning were stunned by William's question. "What do you mean?"
William did not answer the question and said as he drank, "To hit the target from a very long distance, not only do you have to take into account the wind speed, temperature, air humidity, and the height of the position when you shoot, even the deviation of the north-south ball has to be taken into account.
As far as I know, there are only four people in the world who can shoot a target from 1.6 kilometers away that are known to the outside world who can do it.
One of them is a Frenchman who was confirmed dead a long time ago, one is now in the Polar Bear prison, and one is called Bob Lee Swagger, an English-American. Swagger and I were watching the game at the Chelsea stadium in London last month, and I also asked him to do some private work for the English Military Intelligence.
The last one is probably crippled even if he's alive, and it's very likely that he's in the hands of your people, so I don't think the attack just now was done by Barkavi, who has become a stray dog and can't hide in time. "
"Hehe, if the news comes that it was Swagger who did it, then we'll have a good show to watch. Mr. Arthur, you're probably the unluckiest person in the CEO bucket, but you're also the luckiest one. After three or four attacks, you're still unscathed. You're not kissed by God, are you?"
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