The next day, William, who had eaten delicious roast chicken and drunk a lot of whiskey last night, slept until almost eleven o 'clock before waking up.
After washing up, Sunday reported, "Sir, I've searched all the servers of Macallan Company, but I haven't found any weapon projects that can swallow metal.
However, from the surveillance videos in the past, I found that Macallan himself did mention nanotechnology twice. "
"The research materials must be in the independent server of the secret base. Keep an eye on Macallan and find that base."
"Understood, sir." Sunday finished recording the task and continued, "The second thing, Eric Viken has been found. You should be interested in the person who contacted him."
Then, a picture appeared in the virtual image in the air.
William was feeling that it looked familiar when he heard Sunday report, "Do you remember Clyde Shelton, who caused a ruckus in the New York judicial system?"
"Of course." When he heard the name, he thought of the super ruthless Clyde who avenged his wife and daughter.
The Punisher was fierce, but at most, the Punisher would kill the criminal on sight without mercy.
However, Clyde Shelton's revenge methods were not an exaggeration to say that he was too perverted, so it was impossible for William not to remember him.
"Since you remember Clayde, then do you remember the teacher that Clayde mentioned who led him into the Black Domain?"
William thought for a few seconds and said, "Tobin Foster."
"Yes, sir, Tobin Foster, the legendary traitor of C1A. He has been involved in the intelligence business since he was sentenced to leave the United States in the 1980s."
"Are you trying to say that this Tobin fellow is most likely targeting me this time?"
"I don't know, sir, but combined with Clyde Shelton's death and the fact that you gave Sak to England,
Also, don't forget that you still have the identity of a supervisor in the Military Intelligence Bureau, so it's not impossible that Tobin Foster's target is you. "
William didn't care whether the other party wanted to mess with him or not. Based on the principle of not letting the wrong person go, he asked, "What about the White Spirit?"
"When Mr. White Spirit tracked Eric to Johannesburg and found out that the person who contacted Eric was Tobin, Mr. White Spirit found out that Eric's contact was Tobin.
To his surprise, he discovered that there was a group of about ten armed men who were also monitoring Eric.
Once he got rid of the armed men who were an eyesore in the White Spirit's eyes, Tobin Foster was chased by the White Spirit, and he could only hide in John's US embassy in Johannesburg without caring about the consequences.
If you want to see the whole process, I have some pictures of the spiders and the black bees. "
William nodded. "Broadcast it."
A white-haired old man immediately appeared in the virtual image. It was Garris' subordinate, Eric.
Judging from Eric's route, this old man was indeed a veteran. He had prepared a backup identity early on.
This identity was unexpected, but it also made people feel that it was natural.
Eric carried a backpack and walked into the London airport openly before his identity was exposed.
He showed his ID as an air police inspector at the airport and replaced the security guard flying to Hamburg. It only took him an hour to reach Hamburg, and then he flew to John Johannesburg.
If it were not for the fact that Sunday's surveillance of London was the best, it would not have been so easy to find the old man compared to the bearded Eric.
Since they had found him, even if Eric had taken a plane from Hamburg to John Johannesburg for more than an hour, he would not have been faster than the White Spirit in a Kun fighter jet.
When he came out of John Johannesburg's airport, the White Spirit had not only taken a shower in the airport hotel and changed his clothes.
He only needed to drive a Land Rover with the air conditioner. When he passed by the airport exit, he threw out more than ten black spider robots the size of soybeans.
Then, he stopped in the distance and looked at the pictures sent by the black bees and the delta-winged drones.
When Eric left the airport and stopped to call for a taxi, the spider robots climbed onto his shoes and hung in his pants.
They followed him all the way to a tavern.
He parked his car outside the tavern. When the White Spirit was about to enter, he heard Sunday's notification. "Unknown armed man discovered."
The White Spirit could not help but let go of the door handle. He turned his head around and looked at the pictures sent by the black bees.
With just a few glances, he was certain that the armed men were lying in ambush in a building dozens of meters away from the tavern.
"Can you find out their identities?"
"Wait a moment." Sunday paused for around ten seconds, but his words made the White Spirit so angry that he nearly punched the screen.
"I'm sorry, but you don't have the authority to order me to enter the database of the special departments of the various countries."
'It's the same thing again!' The White Spirit was so angry that he cursed. Soon, he remembered something and asked, "Are you saying that these people are government officials?"
"I can't be sure, but I don't have any information about these people in my current database."
His words made the White Spirit certain that these people were not from C1A, but from other countries. "Then notify our boss and ask him to give me the authority."
"I'm sorry, Devonshire is drunk. It's not a good idea to disturb his sleep."
"Alright, then I'll get rid of these eyesores. You're in charge of keeping an eye on Eric and his contact."
At that moment, the White Spirit was incredibly pissed off. He brought out two guns from his suit and checked them before he put on silencers.
He put on his smart glasses and pushed open the car door. He did not care that his actions had already been noticed by the people in the building dozens of meters away.
But even if he was angry, he was not so stupid as to walk straight to the building. Instead, he walked into a nearby alley and walked another one hundred meters before he entered the building.
He took the elevator to the seventh floor and used a specialized lock-picking tool to open the door of a house on the seventh floor. Then, he hid by the window and looked outside.
When he noticed that no one was paying attention to him, he jumped into the open window, flipped over, and jumped down with his head down.
In less than half a second, he appeared in the eyes of the armed men on the sixth floor who had been observing the tavern.
But they were not prepared, and their skills were not as good as the White Spirit's. Before the armed men could react to the situation, the White Spirit, who had a silenced pistol in one hand, fired.
Then, he grabbed the balcony of the sixth floor window with one hand, turned around, and hung on the wall. Then, he put away his gun, exerted strength with both hands, and flipped into the room on the sixth floor.
After checking that there was no one alive in the room, the White Spirit left the building while whistling and headed to the tavern.
While he walked, he listened to Sunday's report about what Eric had said to his contact in the tavern.
Right when he entered the tavern, he saw a middle-aged black man with a beard and a round hat, a cloak, and a backpack walk out of a private room.
When the middle-aged black man saw the White Spirit in a white suit from around eight meters away, his pupils shrank.
When he saw the White Spirit looking at him, the black man knew that he was in big trouble.
Without hesitation, he brought out his gun, crouched down, and fired a few shots at the roof.
Then, while the crowd in the tavern was in chaos, the black man blocked the White Spirit's line of sight and shot, and he slipped out of the back door without hesitation.
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