"Good evening, William, I'm sorry to call you so late. Didn't I disturb you?" Garris said.
"It's already 11 o'clock in the evening, what do you think?" William asked angrily. He knew that Garris's phone call at this time would definitely be up to no good. If he wasn't curious about what happened, he wouldn't answer the phone.
Garris also knew that it was a bit late now, so he changed the subject and said: "I saw in the newspaper that you bought the 3,000 acres of ancestral land around the castle. Congratulations, William, the Devonshire family has finally been revived under your hands.
, but you are buying land and hard-earned horses, and you don’t notify my friend when something good happens. This is because you want to hide in Oxford and ignore foreign affairs and prepare to retire.”
The paparazzi is really powerful. In just a few days, the newspapers reported all his events in the past few days, allowing people to live a peaceful and good life for a few days.
"I plan to retire and live a rich life. Garris, if you don't want to tell me about the disposal of General Jet Frobbie's reward, then don't talk about anything else. I have other things to do and I don't have time to talk to you.
Chatting, bye.”
William is no longer the William he was six months ago. As long as Garris doesn't have any leverage, his current net worth and secret power don't need to care about Garris, the intelligence leader.
"Wait, don't hang up yet." When William was about to hang up, Garris said hurriedly, "I have something serious to ask you, William, and I need your help."
"I knew it would be bad for you to come to me so late. Let's agree first that I won't do anything that is too troublesome. I will have a lot of things to do in a few days and I won't have time to pay attention to your affairs."
Thinking about taking over the shares of English Electric, Aston Martin and Chelsea in a few days, William has no intention to care about other things. Unless there is a big benefit waiting for him, otherwise the devil will care about those troubles.
In response to William's rejection, Garris just laughed and said: "That's just right. In order to solve internal problems this time, some of us have put forward some suggestions. Don't you want to hear the benefits after the matter is completed? And what happened this time?
It has to do with your family’s mission.”
"Haha, you couldn't have said it earlier if you could have offered conditions." Hearing this, William happily thought about what Garris said about the family's mission. What kind of mission could his family have, other than dealing with internal problems? Thinking of this, William gloated: "
Isn't there something wrong with you internally?"
In response to William's teasing, the needy Garris said helplessly: "This time I'm looking for you is indeed related to internal matters. Some important secret service information was leaked a few months ago. We suspect that someone has infiltrated the secret service department.
But I haven't found any clues after months of searching, so I have no choice but to ask for your help.
As for General Frobbie's reward, we are currently discussing it. I will inform you of the results when there are results. In short, the reward will not be less for you."
"Haha, then come to me after you have discussed my remuneration. If I remember correctly, you have never paid me a cent of salary. I have no obligation to help you now. We are a cooperative relationship.
Garris".
After a moment of silence on the phone, Garris said helplessly: "Well, in that case I won't disturb you anymore. By the way, I'll let you know that you will come to London to attend Bond's funeral tomorrow morning. Goodbye."
Bond is dead? William held the phone in a daze for a moment, then called back. As soon as the call was connected, William asked: "Sorry, Garris, I didn't hear clearly. Who did you just say died?"
"Hey, you heard that right, James Bond."
"Hell, of course I know it's Bond, I'm asking if it's the previous Bond or the current Bond."
"Of course it's Craig, can retired Bond still be called Bond?" Garris said in a low voice.
Craig? Didn't that guy only become Bond for half a year? "God, that guy Craig only joined Group 00 in March this year, and he died in just half a year. This is too short-lived."
Thinking that he and Craig were barely friends, William couldn't help but ask after hearing the news of his death: "How did Craig die?"
"Three months ago, our special service team in Morocco was attacked. Bond was ordered to investigate. While arresting the suspect, he was accidentally injured by a colleague from the Secret Service and fell from a bridge more than 30 meters away. After the accident, we
After three months of searching, Craig's body has not been found, and now it can only be treated as a death in the line of duty."
Being accidentally injured by a colleague? Is there anything more unlucky than this?
"So Craig was killed by one of our own people. God, couldn't that guy Craig find a reliable deputy? Or has the Secret Service declined to the point where they have to send rookies out in the field?"
These words made Garris blush a little on the other end of the phone. He did not expect that the elite special agent born in the air service regiment was not killed by the enemy but died in the hands of his own people. This was definitely a major accident under his leadership. In order to silence some people,
Garris worked hard.
This matter originally made him very unhappy, but now he was teased by William. Garris said angrily: "Okay, come to Craig's funeral when you have time. If there are any conditions, we will meet and discuss it. Goodbye."
After hanging up the phone, William curled his lips. When he learned that Craig was accidentally injured by the deputy, and combined with the memories in his mind, William knew what was going on.
Although I’m not sure whether Craig will die, after all, this is the real world. If you fall off a bridge more than 30 meters high and have a little bit of luck, you will definitely go to see God. However, the body is not found and there is a high possibility that Craig is alive.
However, even if Craig survived, he would definitely be disheartened if one of his own was shot. At the same time, with Craig's cleverness, he would definitely take the opportunity to pretend to be dead and retire. You must know that there are people in the 00 group who can survive until retirement.
There are not many.
Forget it, I'd better go there tomorrow to understand the specific situation. If it's really the same as the memory in my mind, I'll just treat it as a spectacle.
William got up early the next morning and put on a black suit, black tie, and white shirt. He had breakfast with his mother, said hello, and drove to London in a Porsche 911. It took more than an hour to get to St. Wood University in London.
church.
I parked the car and walked to the church. Not many people came today. Bond was a secret agent after all. His funeral would not be open to the public. In addition, the information showed that Craig was an orphan. His parents were born when he was seven or eight years old.
He was killed, so today only a few of Bond's superiors came to attend his funeral.
I received the death obituary handed to me by the pastor at the door of the church and opened it to read that James Bond, Lieutenant Commander of the Royal Navy, Lord of St. Michael and St. George, a loyal soldier of England, died in the line of duty on May 25.
Looking at the obituary in his hand with boredom, M is so heartless. It has only been three months and he hastily held a funeral without even knowing whether Craig is dead or not. Is this an attempt to re-select a new Bond?
He saw a special agent at the door of the church and asked about the specific situation. Sure enough, the situation of Craig's accident was the same as the memory in his mind. William curled his lips and he was now 7th level sure that Craig must be hiding and pretending to be dead.
Retired, maybe Craig, hiding in a corner at this time, is communicating with a beautiful woman.
Now that he understood what would happen next, William silently calculated in his mind what benefits he could get from what happened next.