Four hundred and seventieth chapters you are a monster
After dinner in the evening, before seven o'clock, I unexpectedly received a call from Philip himself, inviting William to attend the farewell ceremony to be held at Westminster Abbey at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning with him.
William agreed to this without much thought.
He currently has a good relationship with the royal family, and he is a business partner. In addition, he belongs to the aristocratic class, and there is no conflict of interest. Under such circumstances, it is certainly no problem to be able to protect the Philip family.
Before 6 o'clock the next morning, William, who was sleeping with Abigail in his arms, was awakened by the ringing of the phone.
I picked up the phone in a daze and saw that it was Gareth Mallory from the Safety Committee.
Once the call was connected, Garris apologized: "Sorry, William, for waking you up so early. If you don't get up, I'll call you in ten minutes, or...".
"Stop, I'm already awake."
William knew something must be wrong, otherwise Garris, who had not given him tasks and even had less contact since he became Garris's boss, would not have called him so early.
"Okay," Garris didn't get angry when William preempted him. He hesitated for a few seconds and said, "Benjamin Arthur, the chief executive of the United States, left two hours earlier than originally planned and will arrive in the city in forty minutes.
air force airport
John Lancaster was originally in charge of the reception, but for some reason Catherine wants you to pick up Benjamin. If you don't want to go, I can help you refuse Catherine."
"Outside the city? Of course I won't go. I have a lot of things to do today. I don't have the time or interest to pick up some old American manager."
William refused without thinking. Anyway, according to the scene in his memory, the bodyguard next to Benjamin Arthur was Banning, the Spartan emperor, and the Barkawi family wanted to capture him alive. The probability of him dying was low, even if he did.
William doesn't care if something unexpected happens.
"Okay, I will reply to Catherine right now, but," Garris sighed after hesitating for a few seconds, "If you are not busy, it is best to be with Catherine Dai today. Her current situation is a bit difficult."
"No problem, I'll keep an eye on Catherine after I finish my own business."
After hanging up the phone, William kissed Abigail on the cheek. Just as he was about to leave, this girl hugged her neck.
"Sleep with me for a while longer, my dear."
"Sorry, Abi, I'm in a hurry and can't accompany you. Remember what I said, stay at home today. If anything happens, go to the basement immediately as I told you."
"You are so willing to leave at this time," Abigail pulled William and smiled charmingly.
"Okay, you goblin, I really have a problem."
He pulled Abigail's arm around her neck and said, "I will supervise you on Sunday. If you dare to go out today, I will make you look good when I come back."
"What's nice?" Abigail hooked William's chin with her fingers.
"What the hell", staring at Abi who looked like he could do whatever he wanted, William struggled for a moment, shook his head and stood up, "If you behave today, I will take you to see Leonardo da Vinci's never-before-seen oil painting."
"Really", Abigail, who was thinking about how to keep William, heard this and covered her mouth in surprise, "You didn't lie to me, my dear?"
"Of course." William turned around and smiled before standing up, taking off his pajamas, and walking into the dressing room. "Do I have to lie to you about this kind of thing? And who am I? I'm William Devonshire."
Walking into the 30-square-meter dressing room, I put on a bulletproof shirt, tie, trousers, a shoulder holster, and a half-length business-style windbreaker.
Use the password on the wall to open the weapons room in the locker room, take out two Glocks from the weapon rack, carefully check the condition of the two guns, and put them on the table in the weapons room if they are OK.
I took ten more magazines, tied a belt that could hold the magazines, inserted the ten magazines into the magazine pockets on the left and right waist and the back waist, tried it, took out the bullets and put them into the magazines.
Attracted by the undiscovered Leonardo da Vinci oil painting, Abigail wrapped herself in a velvet blanket and chased her to the locker room. As soon as she entered the locker room, she was shocked by the various long and short guns, pineapples, and even rocket launchers and grenade launchers in the weapons room.
Already.
But she didn't care that there were weapons in the bedroom. As an old beauty, hiding weapons in the house seemed to her so common that there was no need to be surprised, but having rocket launchers and grenade launchers in the house was a bit too cruel.
"God, honey, with so many weapons hidden in the bedroom, aren't you afraid that something will go wrong?"
"What's the problem?" Looking at Abigail, whose eyes started to shine, William shook his head. This girl looked a little weak on the outside, but she was a little big on the inside.
Not only was he not intimidated by the weapons in the room, but he looked eager to try them out.
William thought for a few seconds and then said to the air, "On Sunday, unless there is an emergency, all weapons rooms in the house are prohibited from developing weapons for Abigail, and she is not allowed to touch any weapons alone."
"Okay, sir, the order prohibiting Miss Abigail from touching weapons is accepted," Sunday's voice sounded in the weapons room.
"Stingy", Abigail glared at William, "If you don't let me play, won't I go to the shooting range by myself?"
"It's up to you to go to the shooting range and have someone guide you. And if I have time, I can teach you how to play with a gun myself, but you are absolutely prohibited from trying the weapon alone."
While talking to William, he loaded the magazine, "click, click", a magazine with 17 bullets could be loaded in his hand in less than ten seconds, and Abigail was dumbfounded.
"Honey, how many years have you been playing with guns? Why do you reload so fast?"
This question made William stunned for a moment, and he lied with his eyes open, "I started playing with guns when I was 12 years old, and I shoot about ten thousand rounds every year."
"Tens of thousands of rounds?" Abigail thought for a moment and said in shock, "That doesn't mean an average of 27 rounds per day. God, no wonder you are so skilled in your movements."
After saying that, Abigail reacted when she saw William inserting the magazines of two pistols into his armpits, "No, do you need to bring a gun when you go out today?"
"Today all the upper echelons of England will attend James's funeral. Who knows if there will be any emergencies. It's better to be prepared, lest you don't even have the weapons to fight back when something happens."
After packing up the gun and magazine, buttoning up his windbreaker, he stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass mirror and took a look. After making sure that he could not tell that he was carrying a weapon with the naked eye, he turned to Abigail and said, "Stop standing.
Help me tie my tie."
"Haha," Abigail laughed loudly after hearing this, wrapped herself tightly in the velvet blanket and walked to William, took the tie from his hand, and joked, "At least there is something you are not good at, otherwise I would not
I thought you were a monster."
"Pa", William slapped the round place behind Abigail.
"I hate it, if you do anything again, just tie your tie yourself." Abigail, who was helping William tie his tie, stared at William coquettishly.