In less than a minute, the Kun fighter jet caught up to Eric's car and followed it to a dilapidated residential area.
Without another word, the White Spirit changed into the white ninja uniform that William had custom-made for her. She swung the two titanium katanas in her hands a few times and stood beside the cabin door.
Through his smart glasses, he watched the three agents in civilian clothes escort Eric out of the car. He ordered, "Lower the altitude and open the cabin door."
When the Kun fighter jet was only ten meters above the ground, the three agents were attracted by the airflow from the jet. They watched in horror as a pure white figure descended from the sky.
They quickly took out their guns and fired, but unfortunately, most of the bullets were deflected by the White Spirit's katana. When the rest of the bullets hit the ninja uniform, they had no effect at all.
Instead, because they were standing close to the White Spirit, two of them were killed by the White Spirit.
The last one did not even have time to run before his leg was broken by a sweeping kick. He instantly lost the ability to run.
He put away his katana and carried the unconscious Eric with one hand and the survivor with the other. He walked into the Kun fighter jet.
Once the two were locked up, the spaceship flew to the wild plains. The White Spirit walked out of the jet with the survivor and began to use the ninja's unique interrogation method.
In less than half an hour, the White Spirit, who had killed the enemy with one slash, walked into the fighter jet with a displeased expression and complained to Sunday, "Americans nowadays are all spineless. I didn't even use two moves, and that bastard already attacked."
Sunday did not answer. Instead, he simulated the hyenas calling for their companions. Soon, a few hyenas appeared within Sunday's detection range.
Seeing that Sunday did not answer him, the White Spirit wiped his katana in boredom. "Bring me to John Johannesburg and book me a table at the best restaurant."
"Okay, Mr. White."
"Damn it, my name is the White Spirit, but my surname is not Bai. Do you understand?"
"Understood, Mr. White. The restaurant is already booked. You're welcome. Also, your assistant, Madam Cheng Haiyao, wants to know when you can finish your mission and return to Asia."
"Tell her to wait." The White Spirit pursed her lips. "If I don't complete your bastard boss's mission, would I dare to go back to Asia?"
As they spoke, the fighter jet returned to John Johannesburg. The White Spirit changed into a casual suit and got off the fighter jet. "It won't be long before the fighter jet returns to England, right?"
"Yes, Mr. White. I estimate that it will only take about thirty minutes."
"Then send that bastard Eric back. Otherwise, I'll have to kill him when he wakes up and sees a fighter jet."
"Understood."
On Sunday, the White Spirit controlled the fighter jet and returned to London. She was in a good mood, so she got into her Land Rover and drove to eat a big meal.
Tobin, who had walked into the consulate, was expressionless as he dealt with the interrogation while thinking about how to escape.
Not only did the people in the consulate not get any information from interrogating Tobin, but they even got some useful information out of them. This made the head of C1A in the United States very angry.
He directly ordered someone to send Tobin to John's safe house in Johannesburg to wait for the arrival of more professional interrogators.
As for why they did not directly send him to the plane and send him back to the United States, C1A had already found out that most of the people killed by the White Spirit were from the United States military.
In this situation, it would be strange if they dared to ask the military for help in transporting Tobin. Besides, if Tobin continued to stay in the consulate, there would also be a risk of him being snatched away.
Therefore, a safe house in John Johannesburg was immediately activated. The security officer inside made William, who saw all of this after he woke up, quickly remember the mercenary who asked for money five years ago.
"Help me ask Carlos of the Cross if this guy in the safe house is the Colin who learned from him, or if he just looks the same."
A minute later, before Sunday could answer, Carlos of the Cross requested a video call.
He snapped his fingers, and the video call was connected. Carlos, who used to kill without blinking, appeared in the virtual image with a baby in his arms.
"What are you doing?"
"Hi, William, long time no see."
Carlos greeted William with a face full of smiles, then said to the baby in his arms, "Rita, this is your Uncle William, can you say hello to him?"
"Ah," the baby, who only had two teeth, raised her chubby little hand, wanting to grab William on the screen.
After recovering from his shock, William asked curiously, "Is this Wesley's daughter? Or is she your daughter? "
"Of course she's my daughter," Carlos said naturally. "If she's really Wesley's child, do you think he and Fox would let me raise him?"
"Alright, congratulations, Carlos. At the same time, congratulations to me. Not only have I been promoted, but I've also become an uncle."
"No, no, no." Hearing William's words, Carlos quickly shook his head. "I'm sorry, I was too excited. You should be Rita's brother."
"Up to you." William rolled his eyes. "Are you living in Castle Town now?"
"Of course." Carlos laughed and nodded. "Wesley told me that there's no safer place in England than near Devonshire Castle."
After saying that, he hugged Rita and kissed her. He laughed and continued, "Since I've decided to settle down and retire, of course I have to find a safe and stress-free place to live.
Also, after I came to Castle Town, I applied for the position of the town's police officer. "
Town's police officer?
A super assassin like Cross as a police officer? Alright, although it was a waste, it was still a good thing for the castle.
"Okay, since you've retired, shouldn't we prepare a retirement dinner? If you don't mind, I'd like to invite your family to the castle."
Hearing William directly admit his retirement, Carlos was greatly relieved. At the same time, he shook his head.
"Let's wait a few more years. After all, your identity is too eye-catching, and my past is too dark. It's easy to attract unnecessary trouble.
When Rita can run and jump, I'll bring her to the horse farm. At that time, you won't attract any suspicion when you meet. "
"Okay, if this little girl likes it, except for the Red Hare, she can choose any horse in the horse farm. Maybe she'll become the first equestrian champion in Castle Town."
"Equestrian champion?" Carlos was stunned, then he nodded happily. "Equestrian champion is good, but if she's the racetrack champion, my heart might not be able to take it."
"Klaus."
The two of them were laughing and discussing the life plans for Rita when she was older. Then, they heard a woman's voice coming from outside Carlos' room.
"Sorry, William, it's Rita's mother. Wait for me."
He waited for a full ten minutes before he saw Carlos with an awkward expression. "Sorry, William, I just changed Rita's diaper, so …"
"Stop, stop, stop." Raising his hand to stop Carlos, William smiled and said, "Let's get down to business. Don't expect a person like me, who has never thought of having children, to talk about baby diapers with you."
"Hahaha, okay, let's get down to business." After Carlos finished laughing, his face returned to its usual calm expression.
"Your family is a Holy Knight, so you should know about the grudge between the Holy Knights and the Assassin Brotherhood a few hundred years ago. Colin is the successor of the Assassin Brotherhood that I nurtured."
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