After waiting for a few seconds, Marvin noticed that Sunday didn't answer, so he doubtfully asked, "Speak, why aren't you speaking?"
"Sorry, Mister Borg, you are an unauthorized user. You don't have the right to obtain any information about an authorized user."
"F * ck!" Marvin couldn't help but curse. "I'm going to be William Devonshire's butler, how could I be an unauthorized user?"
"Okay, Marvin, is there any use in getting angry with Sunday? He only listens to William. "
Church rolled his eyes at Marvin. After looking at the information about the White Phantom's private jet, he saw that it had been delivered less than a month ago, and that the pilot and co-pilot had been hired at zero hours.
He rolled his eyes and asked, "Can you help me and Marvin get a pilot's certificate for this plane? We can use this plane to fly to Paris. "
Sunday paused for a few seconds. "Understood, the certificate is expected to arrive in three and a half hours."
"Hehe," Marvin gloated. "If the White Phantom finds out that we stole the plane, he'll go crazy."
Church squinted and proudly said, "Let's go, we'll find a place to sleep and wait for the White Phantom to deliver the plane to us."
"Wait, Frank," Marvin said worriedly as he was about to leave. "If the White Phantom also uses Sunday to find us, wouldn't it be easy for him to find our whereabouts?"
Church thought for a moment and immediately asked, "Sunday?"
"If it's not a mission, I'll only provide the lowest level of service for authorized users. Moreover, Mister Devonshire specifically told me to hide your whereabouts."
"Ha, I like this one, haha." Marvin winked at Church. "Buddy, what do you think if we steal the White Phantom's plane?
Send him a video of us eating and drinking on his plane. Won't he get angry and shoot us with a gatling gun? "
"Probably, but he'll have to be able to find us first."
Church patted Marvin's shoulder and the two returned to the beach villa. After eating a seafood feast, they hugged each other and went to sleep, waiting for the White Phantom's arrival.
Five hours later, Church woke up, Sunday's voice echoing in his ears. "Reminder, Mister Church. You are currently being monitored.
Four hours ago, a surveillance team of three people was monitoring the villa from a medium-sized car 51 meters away. "
"Thank you." Church immediately woke Marvin up.
Knowing that someone was watching them, how to get rid of them, and even how to beat them at their own game, wasn't difficult for Marvin and the church.
Two hours later, the White Spirit arrived at the beach. She walked into the surveillance car and wanted to understand the layout of the villa.
Cheng Haiyao's phone suddenly rang. The more she listened to it, the more she scowled. Around ten seconds later, she looked at Bai Youling in disbelief.
"The call was from the logistics management office at Krad Airport. They reminded me to verify the bill."
"What?"
Cheng Haiyao stuttered, "Ten minutes ago, our new plane was filled with fuel and took off."
The White Spirit turned her head around and looked at the surveillance screen. She saw the screen flicker, and the three people in the church who had been shown to be sleeping disappeared.
"Damn it." The White Spirit did not even need to think to know that the people Cheng Haiyao brought over had been tricked by the church.
He kicked the door open, jumped out, and returned to his car. He took out his phone and said to Sunday, "Sunday, help me pull up the surveillance footage of the private jet."
"Okay."
Soon, Church and Sarah appeared on the screen. They were chatting happily while drinking champagne.
And the one piloting the plane was Marvin.
"Wait." Before he could curse, the White Spirit saw Church's phone on the armrest of the sofa.
"F * ck, Sunday. Why does this bastard have the same phone as me?"
"Mr. Moses requested help from Mr. Devonshire, and received my support at the last minute."
"Frank Moses, you bastard, you actually know my boss." The White Spirit clenched his teeth and growled at Sunday, "So you also had a part in stealing my plane?"
"Sorry, to be precise, I only helped Mr. Marvin Borg make a proper pilot certificate."
The White Spirit suppressed his anger and said to Cheng Haiyao, who was driving, "I need a big guy, one powerful enough to tear Frank Moses to pieces."
"But," Cheng Haiyao hesitated for a moment before saying, "It involves a boss. Do you really want to kill Frank Moses?"
"Help me get a weapon first." After thinking about it, the White Spirit did not say anything in the end, regardless of whether William would be angry or not.
Just like that, the two groups rushed to Paris one after the other.
....
London National Laboratory. After two days of designing and drawing, the first draft of the electric balance car was finally drawn.
The seven engineers looked at William with envy, jealousy, and helplessness as he used the smart glasses to scan the blueprint into the virtual image.
It was not that they had not looked for William in the past two days, wanting to apply for the virtual image technology to draw the blueprint.
But how could William agree to such a request? He was pestered until he had no choice but to agree to the proposal of the technical director, Louis. At Aston Martin's headquarters.
An independent laboratory that could only be used for drawing and virtual testing of the car's performance was set up to shut the mouths of the engineers.
After ten minutes, Sunday made a lot of improvements to the blueprint. The parts of the first generation balanced car.
It began to be produced in Aston Martin's own machinery factory.
Six hours later, at 4 pm, a car drove to the independent laboratory building rented by William. A few small boxes passed through the security check.
William followed the engineers to the first floor of the laboratory building and watched with interest as the first balanced car was manually assembled bit by bit.
After watching for half an hour, he heard Sunday's report. "Sir, Miss Serena has caught the information trafficker called Poison Frog.
However, this guy is the most stubborn. We tried many methods but to no avail.
Also, Miss Serena specifically asked me to tell you that if it's not necessary, she doesn't want to use Poison Frog's blood to find the key you need. "
"Hmm, why is that? You don't have to bite him directly, you only need a few drops of blood."
Before Sunday could answer, William heard Serena's pleading voice.
"William, I don't want to lose my appetite every time I eat in the future."
This is? William walked out of the test room on the first floor in confusion. He went to the lounge on the third floor and closed the door.
"Send me the scene of Poison Frog's house."
Putting on the smart glasses, the virtual image that appeared in front of William's eyes soon overlapped with what Serena saw in Paris.
Looking at Poison Frog who was tied to a chair and beaten black and blue, William smiled and pursed his lips.
With this guy's current appearance, it was no wonder Serena didn't want to touch his blood.
Closing his eyes, his thoughts sank into his mind, searching for the images in his memory.
A moment later, he found the memory he wanted. William opened his eyes and looked around through the virtual image. He saw a long table.
He said to Serena, "Open the drawer of that table."
"Okay."
The smart glasses that Serena was wearing were synchronized with the image that William was looking at, so she naturally walked to the long table and opened the drawer.
She saw a leather key bag and heard William say, "Open it."
Under Poison Frog's terrified gaze, Serena took out a key that was specially used for a safe from the key bag.
She raised the key and smiled. "It's this one, right?"
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