It was confirmed that Otel Jusu and his group were at the Bank of France. Sean Burrell was about to take Christmas to the safe house of c1a to collect weapons and equipment. Unexpectedly, Christmas got a call and they drove to the outside of the Bank of France.
When I arrived, I took him into a small box truck.
As soon as he got in the car, Burrell saw a full set of old American weapons in the car. This was not the time to be polite. A lot of long and short guns, body armor, shock bombs, magazines and ammunition were placed on the table in the car.
But before he started equipping weapons, he saw Christmas throwing a combat uniform over, "You should know who my boss is, so put on this bulletproof combat uniform and a bulletproof vest, even if you are sniped
If you are hit by a gun, you are guaranteed to break at least one of your ribs."
Looking at the large combat uniform in his hand, Sean Brill did not hesitate, took off his coat, put the combat uniform on, and asked while equipping weapons, "So, it is rumored that the Devon Hill family is
The story about the spy family is true."
"Sorry, if you want to know, you have to find the answer yourself." Christmas shrugged. After arming himself, he took two fully enclosed black helmets and handed them to Briar and said, "Are you ready, buddy?"
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Pulling the bolt of the gun and putting on a black helmet, Burrell said confidently, "Of course, I can't wait to kill all those scum."
The two men, who were bulletproof all the way, attacked all the way. They could fight as much as they wanted. They were not afraid of the MP5 in their opponent's hands. In just a few encounters, the two of them killed 6 people.
If Christmas hadn't followed Sunday's instructions and squeezed out time, deliberately delaying the equipment change for a long time,
Before Otel-Yusu could get it to the bank, the 500 million electronic currency and 3.5 billion bearer gold bonds would be blocked in the vault by the two Christmases.
As the number of his men became smaller and smaller, Otel-Yusu saw that he could not escape if he did not escape. He left his men behind and locked the electronic door leading to the ground on the underground floor with the electronic card in his hand that contained all the electronic gates of the bank.
Escaped from the bank alone.
Unfortunately, as soon as he got into a bomb-proof SWAT car and closed the door, before the car started, a pair of hands stretched out from behind and broke his neck.
Of course, this person was William. He found the electronic currency key and a bundle of 35 unnamed gold bonds worth 100 million US dollars on Autor's body and put them into the storage space.
Dragging the body to the compartment of the explosion-proof vehicle, he took off Autor's SWAT uniform, pretending that he had put on civilian clothes, and then left behind the cover of the demonstrators.
Finally, open the teleporter and throw Otter's body into the abandoned mining area where Oxford handles its own garbage. Go to the basement of Oxford Castle, put on the clothes and shoes you wore before, and then open the teleporter to return to the study on the Champs Elysées.
In less than ten minutes, William had finished everything and was standing on the rooftop of his villa again, happily holding Abigail and Jesse in his arms, chatting and laughing with Charles and the Spitzes as they watched the military parade.
William was in a good mood, but there was someone who felt even better than him. He even trembled with excitement. Seven hundred meters away from the villa, Neville, the cameraman of the French National Television, was using a telephoto camera to focus on William and the person being hugged by him.
The three of them, Abby and Jesse, kept videotaping.
"God", at this moment the people all over the world who were watching the celebration, their thoughts turned directly from the celebration to William and the others.
Within a few seconds, Sunday's voice came to William's ears, "Sir, as per your instructions, you, Abi, and Miss Jesse have appeared on the live broadcast at the same time. I wish you good luck."
I don’t know if I’m lucky or not, but if I can distance myself from the direct relationship with the four billion US dollars, it doesn’t matter if I’m called a playboy.
Besides, after taking a boatload of beauties with him last time in New York and driving a yacht to have a party in the open sea, his image has long been that of a playboy.
Anyway, since I am so rich, not married, and don't hang out among beautiful women, do I want to be regarded as a special lover by the paparazzi who can't catch the news?
But the only person who was unhappy was probably Charles Cavendish, who only found out later. He originally came to see William in secret, but he didn't expect that within ten minutes the whole world would know that he and William were related.
The relationship between the Cavendish family and the Devonshire family was exposed by the hosts of major TV stations within a few minutes.
Two branches of the same ancestor occupy two hereditary dukes in England. This also makes the Cavendish family, whose reputation has not spread among the upper class and England, greatly increased its popularity among ordinary people in other countries in the world.
Not long after, Sunday reported that Ambrosio sent him a text message with the word "bastard". William didn't pay attention to this kind of indifferent complaint.
But it was not without trouble. Before the celebration was over, a large group of guests wearing uniforms and armed with guns came to the villa before 12 noon.
Standing on the front steps of the villa with Abi, William smiled and shook hands with Kevin, the first assistant of French Kellner-Bacon who was also smiling.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Devonshire. I'm sorry to have to disturb you, but Mr. Bacon asked me to bring you greetings and an apology. Because of the emergency in London last time, he didn't have time to come to you in person.
It’s really rude to say thank you.”
"You're welcome," William smiled and waved his hand, looked at Victor Gahel who came with Kevin, and said with a smile, "Victor Gahel, director of the Ministry of Internal Affairs and chief of police in Paris?"
"Yes, Mr. Devonshire, I am Victor Gael." After speaking, Victor Gael took out a document from his pocket and spread it out for William to see. "This is the authorization document. You have to go to us."
The Ministry of Internal Affairs is having a cup of coffee”.
After taking the document, William glanced at Kevin, who had a straight face, and silently complained about the ruthlessness of these dignitaries, "Is my person in your hands?"
Regarding Christmas and Sean Burrell, Victor wanted to kill them directly. It was strange how good his attitude towards William was now.
"Yes, Mr. Arthur Carter Shaw is already in our Ministry of Internal Affairs, so you must come with us."
Ignoring Victor, William took out his mobile phone and opened the virtual image in the eyes of everyone with envy and amazement, playing the video of Victor shooting C1A Paris supervisor Karen.
Then he took Abigail's hand, pulled her behind him, and said to the stunned Kevin, "I shouldn't need to cooperate with the investigation now."
"This, this", after hesitating for a while, Kevin pointed at Victor and said to the policemen around him, "arrest him yet."
The video of his own murder was not only filmed, but also broadcast by people like William in front of Kevin, the first assistant of the French General Manager.
In addition, the policemen around him had their hands on their gun holsters, and they were ready to shoot him if he dared to make any unnecessary movements. For a moment, Victor was heartbroken and was handcuffed with a pale face.