Le Siever's low voice reached Eriks Dimitrios's ears, and he couldn't help but shiver. He felt that it would be safer to go to Miami himself and keep an eye on this matter.
Barney watched Eriks Dimitrios get off Le Siever's yacht and said to William on the phone, "Boss, Eriks Dimitrios got off the yacht. Do you want us to do it now?"
William thought for a moment and said, "No, you follow him first. The most important thing now is to find the mercenary who took the task. After finding him, we'll catch him. Be careful."
"Understood, boss. We'll go now."
William walked to the front desk of the hotel and said to the receptionist, "Good evening."
"Good evening, sir. What can I do for you?"
"Yes, I need a small favor." William took out a 50-pound note and handed it to the receptionist.
The receptionist took the note and asked with a smile, "Sir, what do you need? Please let me know."
"Well, I hit a 1999 Ford today. The license plate ends with 235. Do you know who the owner of this Ford is?"
The receptionist nodded and said, "Mr. Bond? The license plate is J 45235? "
William nodded happily, "Yes."
The receptionist took the 50-pound tip from William and said in a low voice, "Sir, if Mr. Bond didn't notice, maybe I don't have to tell you." Then he nodded to William and made a gesture that said, "You should know what I mean. This guy is really good. He took the money and thought about William."
But his purpose was not to pay for the car repair.
"No, thank you for your kindness. I think you'd better tell me. I don't want to get into trouble because of such a small thing. You know, I'm here on vacation. I don't want the police to come to me because of such a small thing," William said.
"Well, sir, Mr. Bond is in West Sea View Room No. 12," the receptionist said to William with a smile. He was surprised by William's honesty.
"Thank you." William took out another 50-pound note and gave it to the receptionist.
William followed the waiter's instructions and walked slowly to Sea View Room No. 12. He sat on a chair more than 20 meters away from Room No. 12 and looked at the sea, pretending to enjoy the sea view at night.
William threw a bug into Sea View Room No. 12 with Magician's Hand and put on the earphones. This kind of military bug had a range of more than 200 meters. William listened to Bond chatting with the beauty.
Solange, Eriks Dimitrios's wife, said, "I was worried that you approached me because of Eriks Dimitrios."
"How worried?" asked Bond.
"Haha, I'm not worried enough to stop," Solange said.
"Ding Ling Ling Ling", the phone rang.
Solange reached over Bond on the floor and said, "Hello, dear."
Solange then said, "Okay, I got it. See you tomorrow, bye."
"He's on his way to the airport. He has to wait for the last flight to Miami, so you have the whole night to interrogate me, Mr. Bond."
"Then we need to order some champagne." When Bond heard what he wanted to know, he immediately thought about how to get out of here. He didn't care about beauties. For people like him, the task was the most important. Beauties were just for fun.
William heard Solange's words in the earphones and cursed in his heart, "Damn, Bond is so smart." He knew how to find clues from other people's wives. Luckily, he was careful, otherwise Eriks Dimitrios would have run away without knowing.
After hearing what he wanted, William took out the tranquilizer gun and loaded it with tranquilizer bullets. He shot Bond's buttocks, who had his back to William and was about to make a phone call. He didn't want Bond to steal his credit now. "You'd better sleep quietly."
Bond, who had just picked up the phone, felt pain in his buttocks. He quickly pulled out the tranquilizer bullet and turned to look in William's direction. He cursed in his heart and fainted in a few seconds.
Solange saw Bond staggering and hurriedly got up to help him. Before she could do anything, William also shot Solange in the buttocks. With a cry of pain, the two immediately fainted together.
William got up, separated the tranquilizer gun and the bullet, put them in his Dimensional Pocket and walked into Sea View Room No. 12, whistling.
William carried Bond and Solange to the bed, pulled out the tranquilizer needle from Solange's body, covered them with a blanket and closed the door.
"Thank you, Mr. Bond. Why did I leave the beautiful girl to you? I'm going to get my credit."
William, who had just walked out of the villa, suddenly thought of something. He turned back to the room, took out Bond's phone and called himself. He would call Bond after the mission was completed. Then, he put a Glock 17 and a few clips in the bedside table.
He didn't want to kill the unconscious Bond when Le Siever sent someone to kill Solange out of anger because he didn't blow up the Skyline Plane. Madam M would definitely kill William if that happened.
Hanging a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door, William walked out of the sea view room and took out his phone to call Barney. "I received news that Alex Dimitris will take the last flight to Miami. Go to Miami International Airport and wait for him. Then, keep an eye on him. When you find the contact, arrest him directly. Under special circumstances, don't hesitate to shoot. Bring your equipment."
"Understood. We're going to Miami now." Barney said.
William, who had just walked into the casino, kissed Alexander and asked, "How's the result, dear?"
"Oh, my dear, you're back. That's great. Come and save me. I've already lost almost ten thousand pounds. This game really doesn't suit me. Oh my god, ten thousand pounds!" Alexander was so depressed that he was about to cry.
William smiled and comforted her, "It's okay, dear. It's just a game. Look at these gentlemen and ladies. No one will laugh at you."
"That's right, Miss Ambrosio. It's just a game. It's no big deal. Mr. Devonshire is a billionaire. This money is a piece of cake for him. Don't worry about it. This is the tuition fee. We've all been through this."
William hugged Alexander and comforted her, "See, I told you no one will laugh at you. Well, dear, we should go. The plane is ready to take off."
William, who was comforting Alexander, said to the players at the table, "Sorry, gentlemen and ladies. We have to catch the plane. Bye."
"Bye, Mr. Devonshire, Miss Ambrosio." Everyone smiled and got up to say goodbye.
William took Alexander Ambrosio to the bar to change the check. He then paid the hotel to send the 1964 Aston Martin back to his home in London. This car was worth collecting. It was rare to see such a well-preserved 1964 Aston Martin on the market.
He took Alexander to the airport. As for Alexander's luggage, he still had an agent. Besides, he had won more than 100,000 pounds. It was a good time to spend it.
William took Alexander to the plane. A few minutes later, the plane took off. The Bahamas was very close to Miami. They landed at the airport in Miami less than an hour after taking off.
It was convenient to have money. A private jet was on call and could take off at any time. William wondered if he should buy a private jet in the future.
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