Although the place where Abigail stood before was close to the side door of the press hall, the process of Charles Cavendish being controlled still attracted a lot of attention.
Fortunately, the four guards who were controlling him reacted well. They took advantage of the moment when Charles was absent-minded with a gun pointed at him.
The two guards who were holding him carried him by the arms and walked towards the side door.
Other than the two who followed in, the other seven or eight guards turned sideways to block the view of the reporters in the press hall.
When Charles disappeared into the door, the guards carefully observed if anyone took photos. After confirming that there was no problem, they left two people to guard the door.
Therefore, even if there were reporters who found the problem at this moment, they could not continue to follow.
"Who told you to use the gun?"
Inside the side door, an old man with a head full of white hair combed meticulously and dressed in a butler's close-fitting clothes.
Seeing Charles with a seal on his mouth and being held by people, he asked with a dark face,
"Did you attract the attention of the reporters?"
"No, no, our movements were very fast. Even if we were noticed, we definitely wouldn't be able to take a photo."
After the captain of the guards finished speaking, he saw the old butler's face turn even darker, so he quickly gave up Wilson.
"We originally wanted to use the reason that His Majesty had something to do and asked Viscount Charles to see him to quietly take him away.
But Viscount Charles seemed to have discovered us and hid beside Miss Abigail Chas. "
"The woman of the Grand Duke of Devonshire?"
"Yes, Miss Chas who was in the limelight today."
"Go on."
"Yes," the captain of the guards continued, "Just when we had no choice, His Highness Wilson suddenly came to us.
He ordered us to capture Charles at all costs. "
As soon as he finished speaking, the captain of the guards could clearly feel the coldness in the butler's eyes.
Knowing that he had violated the taboo, the captain of the guards hurriedly explained, "His Highness Wilson specifically said that this order was given by the Grand Duke of Devonshire, so we could only use the gun."
"The order of the Grand Duke of Devonshire?"
Hearing this, the old butler, whose hair was all white, quickly took five or six steps back without hesitation.
After Charles Cavendish heard this, his originally calm face showed a puzzled and fearful expression.
He tilted his head back a little and then slammed into the guard on the left who was holding him.
"Bang."
He broke the nose of the guard on the left and elbowed the chin of the guard on the right.
Charles was about to get rid of the other two guards beside him, but his raised hand stopped in mid-air.
He saw the white-haired old butler with a CZ83 in his hand. He was less than three meters away from him, and he was pointing the gun at his head.
Charles stared into the old butler's eyes. He had a premonition that if he made any more unnecessary movements, the butler would be furious.
The old man in front of him would definitely shoot without hesitation.
F * ck, I was too careless. Just now, this old thing directly retreated. I should have been on guard against him.
Unfortunately, there was no medicine for regret in this world.
The other two guards who were unharmed immediately took out their guns and pointed them at Charles. Then, they shouted at the five or six guards who had just followed in to restrain him.
The guard who followed them in looked at his two companions on the ground and took out his gun. "Get on the wall, now."
Charles Cavendish cursed inwardly as he was directly pointed at by 7-8 guns. He could only raise his hand according to the instructions and face the wall.
Then, a gun was pointed at the back of his head, and his hands were handcuffed behind his back.
Just as he thought that was it, a pulling force directly put him on the ground. Then, his feet were also handcuffed.
Four guards walked forward, grabbed his limbs, and lifted him up with his face facing the ground.
Only then did Charles understand that these palace guards would rather carry him away than give him any chance to resist.
Then, the old butler's voice came into his ears, "Lock him up in the No. 1 special interrogation room and send more people to guard him.
Other than His Majesty and the Grand Duke of Devonshire, no one can get close to Charles.
If anyone keeps advising, directly injure or kill them. Do you understand? "
Kill them? Are you out of your mind, old man?
Do we have this power?
The captain of the guards was so shocked that his forehead was sweating, but after being glared at by the old butler, he immediately stood up straight.
"I will personally bring people to guard him."
Although he said that, the old butler looked at the guards around him and knew that they were worried about whether he would bear the responsibility of killing them.
Putting away the CZ83 in his hand, a smile appeared on his face again. "Don't worry about the risk of killing suspicious people. Not to mention facing an intruder in the palace, you have the right to kill the other party.
Moreover, the order to arrest and guard Viscount Charles Cavendish was given by the Grand Duke of Devonshire.
And His Excellency the Grand Duke has definitely given you the right to kill any suspect. So, are there any other questions? "
At the mention of William, although these guards did not understand where the authority the butler was talking about came from, no one doubted whether William had such authority.
"Understood. Other than His Majesty Philip and the Grand Duke of Devonshire, no one has the right to approach the No. 1 interrogation room. Those who do not listen to advice can be killed directly after repeated warnings."
"Okay."
Watching the guards leave with Charles, the old butler turned around and walked into the palace.
He had to report this to Philip immediately, but after taking a few steps, he stopped and thought for a few seconds before turning around and walking to the press hall.
He personally told Wilson about Charles Cavendish being locked up in the No. 1 interrogation room in a low voice before returning to the palace to report to Philip.
William, who had turned on his mental strength scan, did not need the old butler to remind him at all to know where Charles had been taken.
Since the person had been controlled, William patiently finished the press conference.
During this period, in front of all the people of England, he promised that if there were no accidents, there would be two spaceships every ten days carrying hundreds of tons of materials to Mars for the construction of Martian settlements.
When they returned, they would bring back hundreds of tons of gold. Except for 40% of the gold that would be given to England, William would make the rest into Devonshire gold coins.
It would either be used for storage or as a gift.
In short, William, who was not short of money, had no plans to sell gold for the time being.
But he also made it clear that this choice was temporary and that the Devonshire family had not given up the freedom to sell.
Most people at the press conference and in front of the TV understood what the last sentence meant.
But even so, these words still gave investors around the world a reassurance.
Without William, the most uncertain factor, the major financial institutions had plenty of ways to deal with the 120 tons of gold in the hands of the English government every month.
With such a clear promise from William, Prime Minister Richard felt that this was the most comfortable moment in his two years in office.
As for what William said next, the first batch of Martian gold would be made into commemorative gold coins.
Contrary to the expectations of most people, after listening to William's explanation of the gold coins, even an idiot would understand that this batch of gold coins would definitely appreciate in value.
Richard and the cabinet members who accompanied him to the press conference did not have the slightest annoyance or regret.
Soon, many smart people understood why and could not help but give Richard and the others a thumbs up in their hearts.
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