"Thank you, Brian. Don't worry, I'll be careful these days. I won't go to crowded places. I'll arrange the itinerary. After I'm done with my business in Zurich, I'll deal with Alba's Jett Frobby. He won't live for long," William said confidently.
Brian Mills had heard of Jett Frobby. Seeing that William was so confident that he could deal with the leader of a large force who had been fighting for more than ten years, he was a little surprised by William's strength.
Jett Frobby had several thousand subordinates who had been fighting for more than 20 years. This group of people was not easy to deal with. However, from the looks of it, William seemed to be able to get rid of a leader as easily as getting rid of an ordinary gangster.
William looked at the puzzled Brian Mills and didn't explain. He was someone who had cheats, and he didn't believe that he couldn't kill that leader with just a few million US dollars.
And William knew that Brian had been in the special service for decades. He must be well-informed. Maybe it wouldn't be long before Brian Mills knew what William had done in Montenegro.
William didn't think about hiding what he had done in Montenegro. He wanted deterrence. He had killed 42 mercenaries with AKs in ten minutes. (The Montenegro police said there were 43, but in fact, one of them jumped off a building.)
William felt that in the future, there wouldn't be any Tom, Dick, or Harry who dared to have ideas about him. This wasn't like in the movies, where one couldn't die after being shot by an AK. He didn't think that he could really kill so many people in a head-on manner, and he didn't dare to do so in a head-on manner.
William was a very insidious guy. He had been using his mental strength to scan, sneak attack, ambush, hit people in the back, stun bombs, grenades, and long-distance sniping. He rarely fought head-on.
He wasn't an idiot. He knew that he would die even if he was shot. Why didn't he use his mental strength to scan? So, in the city battle, he was the only one who could sneak attack. No one could sneak attack him.
William said, "Barney and the others are protecting my mother in England. Don't worry, I'll try to hide my whereabouts. And this is the Swiss National Bank. There's a company of armed guards 200 meters away. No one will dare to cause trouble here. If something happens, your most important task is to protect Alissanda. I can protect myself."
Brian Mills heard William say that he could protect himself. Although he didn't think that William had that ability, that was the only thing they could do for now. If something really happened, Brian Mills decided that he would protect William, and the rest of the team would protect Alissanda. "Okay, Boss. It's just the few of us. Then we'll need some other equipment. It's not safe to rely on these small guns. I'll see if I can find someone I know to buy some M4 bulletproof vests or something."
William waved his hand at Brian Mills and said, "No need. Tell me what weapons you want. I can get you the common standard weapons. They'll be delivered tomorrow."
William's words surprised Brian again. Standard equipment wasn't that easy to get, and it could be delivered to Switzerland in a few hours. Brian Mills' evaluation of William's strength improved again.
He no longer dared to treat William as a rich playboy. He heard from Barney that William was an aristocrat. But did the English aristocrats still have such high influence and power?
Brian Mills asked curiously, "Boss, although it's a little rude, I'm still curious. Do the English aristocrats still have such great power? As far as I know, aren't you aristocrats having a hard time now?"
William rolled his eyes. Of course, he knew that the aristocrats in this world had a hard time. But no matter how hard it was, it was still better than the aristocrats in William's previous world.
William certainly wouldn't explain to Brian Mills that the English aristocrats in this world had already hidden their power in the English government. He was one of these hidden powers.
"Now, as long as you have money, there's nothing you can't buy. Brian, you're a former special agent. If you can have your own channels, why can't we, a family that has existed for hundreds and thousands of years, have our own channels?"
"Okay, I asked an idiotic question," Brian Mills slapped his forehead and said, "Boss, I need five M4s, M92s, bulletproof vests, and a base amount of ammunition."
"No problem. If you're fast, it can be delivered in a few hours," William said and sent a message to Bond.
In the message, William asked for two Glock 17s and a fully equipped AWP in addition to what Brian Mills had asked for.
He believed that Bond would help him. The two of them had been getting along well for the past few days. Moreover, this guy still needed William to speak up for him in front of the Security Committee. Otherwise, Bond, who had failed to catch Le Siever and lost 10 million dollars, would not be able to report back so easily.
Sure enough, in less than twenty seconds, Bond replied to William, "Got it. I'll be there in five hours. There's still 150,000 dollars, thank you."
This bastard, this guy could earn at least 70,000 dollars. Damn, this was even more shady than the black market. Forget it, time was the most important. William didn't feel safe without weapons. Besides, this amount of money was just a small amount for William.
He had risen to power in such a short time. Other than people from the English Military Intelligence, William couldn't find anyone who could deliver these weapons to Switzerland in a few hours.
At this time, Felix, who was a few meters away from William, said to William, "Mr. Devonshire, the market is about to open."
William walked to Alissanda, who was interested in everything in the trading room. He put his arm around Alissanda's waist and said, "Do you understand, my dear?"
Alissanda patted William's shoulder angrily. "You're so annoying, William. You know I don't understand, but you don't come over and introduce it to me. You only know how to whisper to Brian. What's there to whisper between you two men?"
William laughed. "It's about security. You wouldn't understand even if I told you. My dear, I don't want anything to go wrong this time. You'll understand what I'm doing in a few days."
"The market is open, Mr. Devonshire. The index is now 5,003. Do you want to buy?" Felix shouted.
William thought for a moment. He remembered that the index rose to 5,030 in less than a day after reaching 5,000 points. Then it fluctuated back and forth until it reached its all-time high of 5,048 on the 7th. Today was the best opportunity to test the waters. "Buy. 350 million for more. 5% margin."
"Understood."
More than ten people started typing on the computer. It took half an hour for all of them to buy in. The index had already reached 5,007 points. There were too few people in the market. If William hadn't been trading at the National Bank, he wouldn't have been able to find people in such a short time.
After buying, Felix took the information and said to William, "Mr. Devonshire, I'm buying all 350 million USD. 5% margin. The average buying price is 5,005 points."
William took the report that Felix had just printed. He looked at it and calculated in his heart. "That means that I bought 5,594 stock index futures. The index price is 250 USD. If it goes up a little, I'll make nearly 1.4 million USD."
"Yes, Mr. Devonshire. 5% margin is 20 times the capital. If it goes up a little, you'll make 1,398,500 USD," Felix said.
Alexander, who was next to William, heard that William had bought 7 billion USD worth of futures. The index was going to make a profit or loss of 1.4 million USD. He was so scared that he quickly grabbed William's arm and looked at William nervously.
"Don't be nervous." Before William could finish, he heard the trader shout, "It went up by 2 points. It's 5,009 points now. God, it went up a little again."
William laughed and said, "It went up by 5 points. That's 7 million USD. I said don't be nervous. I don't do things that I'm not sure of."
Alexander looked at the big screen hanging on the wall in the trading room and said, "But dear, what if it goes down? God, I'm so nervous. What should we do? Dear, God bless us. It goes up quickly."
William looked at the cute Alexander, who was praying beside him, and laughed.
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