"Money", the church was silent for a few seconds and suddenly the word popped out.

"FK, do you think I don't know this option?" Ray Monroe angrily said, "gad, how much do I have to pay William Devonshire to please him?"

"Then put it another way, negotiate terms with him to give him benefits, as long as the terms we give him can move his heart, I can't think of William, who is desperate for money, will refuse.

Ray, I know William, otherwise you would not find me, a former C1A supervisor who is already waiting to resign. It is safer to talk to him about money than to blow up Devonshire Square, otherwise you'd better pray for the two of us Will not be detected.

William Devon Hill’s lunatic might even put his retaliatory eyes on our family. Don’t tell me you don’t know what he did. He is cold-blooded and ruthless than we thought.

Even if he won't retaliate immediately because we are in a high position, there are always ordinary times for people like us. At that time, how do you plan to face William Devonhill who is so rich that you don't know how to spend."

Thinking of the information I saw about what William did, Ray Monroe thought for a long time this time.

"I can't think of what conditions I can offer to make a person who can earn hundreds of millions of dollars a day be moved, and I am just the deputy head of C1A.

Monroe was silent for a while, and sighed, "Forget it, I'll report this to the deputy head Mr. Trump in private, let's see how he decides."

"That's the best. I suggest that you don't care about what conditions you can give William. In short, promise him first, and the others will rescue Benjamin's barrel. Goodbye, Ray."

"Wait, don't go, wait outside the meeting room, maybe Mr. Trump needs to hear your assessment of William Devonhill."

"Understood, I'm just waiting outside the conference room, but I have to change into a military uniform. From now on, my relationship with you is no longer a relationship between superiors and subordinates, but a relationship with colleagues. Please call me Colonel Colton from now on. .

At the end of the call, he said on Sunday, "SIR, I monitored Monroe afterwards and found that he did not give up the idea of ​​putting fried eggs in the four commercial buildings in Devonshire Plaza."

The conversation between Duan Lei-Monroe and others continued on Sunday,

"Let our people go to Devonhill Square in secret, and install remote-controlled fried eggs in the four commercial buildings belonging to William Devonhill. We can only force him to move closer to us in desperation."

"Understand" an elderly man's voice came, "You don't know this, I will fix it."

Monroe thought for a while and said, "OK".

After the conversation, William hurriedly asked, "Who? Who is the last person?"

"Ward Abbott, C1A Special Operations Director, SIR".

"Document, give me this document called Ward Abbott", the familiar name made William suddenly stand up, and he couldn't help thinking about the fragment from that memory.

After a few seconds of calm on Sunday, it suddenly reported, "SIR, I need to hack into a special server, and I need your authorization."

"Is there a risk of exposure? Find out this old man if there is no risk."

"Understood", half a minute later, the Sunday report reported, "Ward-Abbott Stumbling Project Director."

"FK," think of what the stumbling block plan is, and then thinking of the purpose and original intention of the stumbling block plan, as well as the habits of action,

William haha ​​laughed, "This is fun, the old **** Ward Abbott will definitely blow up my building.

I didn’t expect that I even made a plan for how to make the Bakkawi family guilty, and now someone jumped out to help me complete the plan.

However, hey, this is the best, lest the Bakkawi family do not do anything, I have to blow up my own commercial building by myself, maybe I can kill two birds with one stone in the end."

Then William ordered loudly, "Send the Ebon drone and the spider robot to stare at the Foreign Office in Devonhill Square.

I want to know every move of anyone who walks out of the foreign affairs hall, and it’s best to take a video of how they put fried eggs in my four commercial buildings."

"Understand, SIR, drone carrier and spider robot launcher have set off."

Half an hour later, William was lying on the sofa watching the old American field worker who was being spotted by spider robots and drones.

The satellite call prompt of "Ding-ding-ding, ding-ding-ding" suddenly sounded.

The Sunday report said, "SIR, this time the satellite network is waiting to be connected to Trump, the deputy head of the United States."

Hearing this William sat up hesitantly, after thinking for a few minutes, he said, "Come here."

"Understand, the satellite video link is in progress."

He looked at his pajamas and thought about what he said for a while. In addition to standing up, William didn't change his clothes. He had to create a feeling of carelessness and stability for these old beauties.

The video was connected, and a long conference table and the dark old man Trum Bull sitting in the middle appeared in his eyes.

"Good noon, Mr. Bull", William waved his hand, "Sorry, I have kept you waiting for a long time, I just took a nap."

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Devonhill, we interrupted your nap."

Trumbull's tone was calm, and there was no anger on his face, as if William hadn't paid attention to the church before and the things that made them wait for a few minutes had never happened.

However, the faces of the few people nearby are not so good.

Seeing the church wearing military uniform and the identity of the colonel sitting at the conference table, William said hello with a weird smile, "Hey, church, are you not from C1A? How come you put on military uniform? You are still sitting at such a high level. On the table".

"Sorry, Mr. Devonhill, do we know each other?" The church looked unchanged, but his heart was tight, thinking that William hadn't noticed his conversation with Ray Monroe.

But he didn't dare to do anything extra, and then said, "My name is Colton, I am a colonel in the US Army, not the church you mentioned."

"Well, whoever you said is who it is," William curled his lips and turned his gaze back to Trump, who was smiling all the time. The upper level, but what are you looking for?"

"Help us find Mr. Benjamin Arthur," Trum Bull didn't talk nonsense, and promised directly. "As long as you can rescue him, as long as Benjamin and I are in office in the future, we will do anything that does not violate the laws and morals and harm the US Do your best to help you do it."

"Haha", William will believe what Trump said as he thought he was.

But if the church participated in his secret conversation with Ray Monroe, the church would definitely remind Trump that this kind of promise without exact conditions would not be believed by William 100%.

And what William thought in his heart at this time was exactly the same as the church guessed. This kind of promise was really just listening in his heart.

I thought with contempt that this was even less sincere than the leaders of the countries that he had saved and promised benefits before, so he also lied with his eyes open, but there is a sentence in his lie that is definitely the most in this group of people in the video. Want to hear.

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