After a night had passed, Swagger woke up, got dressed, and stumbled downstairs, where he saw William sitting on the couch, making a call.
Noticing Swagger descending the stairs, William pointed to the dining table nearby, signaling him to have breakfast first.
While eating, Swagger listened to William's phone call, initially assuming it was unimportant. However, as he listened, he realized that the person on the other end might actually be Benjamin Arthur.
"Haha! I didn't expect you to be so efficient. In just one night, you've secured over 31 orders for me. Man, you truly deserve to be called a member of the top family in the USA. I'm starting to like you."
"Don't worry. I guarantee I'll find the person. Yes, yes, I already have a lead on Swagger. It won't be long before I catch him, and I'll definitely track down the mastermind."
"Okay, I'll make sure to visit Mr. Arthur Sr. and Mrs. Barbara in Texas sometime. Alright, bye."
After ending the call, William, who had just earned 155 million pounds in a single night, was in an excellent mood. Smiling broadly, he walked over to sit across from Swagger, drinking juice as he joined him for breakfast.
"Was that Benjamin Arthur?" Swagger couldn't hold back his curiosity and eventually asked.
"Yes, that was him. Don't worry. You're not worth enough to sell out. Besides, I'm English; I have no interest in currying favor with Americans," William chuckled. After a brief hesitation, he looked up at Swagger and asked, "You have a dog, don't you?"
"Yes, his name is Sam. He's been with me since he was born," Swagger replied. Suddenly, he had a bad feeling. "Why? Has something happened to Sam?"
"I'm sorry, man. This morning, I saw a news report saying that you killed your own dog before leaving your home in the mountains to go to Philadelphia and attempt to assassinate Benjamin."
"Damn it," Swagger cursed, gripping his knife and fork tightly. Gritting his teeth, he muttered, "This isn't over. Once I recover, I'll make sure they learn not to mess with my dog."
William rolled his eyes, thinking, "Another dog-lover maniac." Just like John Wick, he thought, people who go on rampages for the sake of their dogs. He wondered how John Wick was doing these days.
"William, how about we make a deal?" Swagger suddenly proposed.
"What?" William asked, still daydreaming about his next meal.
Swagger spoke seriously. "You help me get revenge, and I'll work for you. How about it?"
"Of course, no problem. We're already neighbors and friends. I trust you," William replied, shamelessly trying to bond.
He had originally planned to recruit Swagger. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone through the trouble of rescuing him personally. Not only did he want to recruit him, but he also hoped to have Swagger join Kingsman.
Even if Swagger didn't want to be a spy, with his skill of hitting a small can from 1,800 yards away, he'd make a great sniper instructor or special ops team member.
Though Carlos was certainly better than Swagger, William couldn't rely on Carlos for everything; overusing favors could make them less valuable.
"You should rest here and recover. When I find out who's behind this, you can take action yourself if you like. Or, once you're feeling better, call this number to join the investigation."
William handed Swagger a phone number, adding, "Once you've gotten your revenge, you probably won't be able to stay in the USA anyway. Luckily, I have a good job lined up for you in England. I'm sure Mr. Swagger Sr. would love to see you back in London."
"Thank you," Swagger nodded gratefully. Then he took out his phone, remembering something. "My phone got water-damaged, but it has two vehicle ID numbers that might help you track down the mastermind."
William didn't take Swagger's phone but smiled apologetically. "Sorry, to save time, I already checked your phone last night."
Swagger rolled his eyes. "Should I thank you for being honest or call you a jerk?"
"Whatever. You were a jerk when you were younger; I'm just following your example," William grinned.
After finishing breakfast and chatting briefly, William bid Swagger goodbye and drove to the airport.
Upon arriving at the airport, he entered the VIP lounge, where the private jet's captain, Gene, quickly approached and greeted him, "Boss, the plane is ready. We can take off for Rio de Janeiro at any time."
"Good."
His reason for going to Brazil was partly to avoid leaving traces of his activities in the USA that could arouse suspicion from Charles Mein, a senator from Montana, and his cronies, who were behind the plot. William knew well the immense power of the military-industrial complex, and if he could sabotage them from the shadows, he wouldn't foolishly risk revealing himself.
The other reason was that he'd arranged for Ambrosio to meet him in Brazil almost a month ago. Staying busy in London had been his excuse, but since he was now in the USA, he couldn't delay much longer, or Ambrosio might come directly to his London estate looking for him.
He definitely didn't want Ambrosio and Abigail, two of his ladies, running into each other. It was better if one stayed obediently in Europe and the other in the Americas.
Although William left, he hadn't forgotten about Swagger. As his plane took off, Brian Mills and his team—Sam, Bernie, Casey, and Clarence—arrived at the Philadelphia airport.
After picking up a car prepared for them through the dark web, Sam turned to Brian and asked, "Brian, what's the plan?"
"First, let's track down a Philly FBI agent named Nick Murphy, the first on the scene in Swagger's sniper incident, who was overpowered by Swagger, had his gun and car stolen, and left the Philly FBI office humiliated.
"He probably wants to clear his name, so if we give him a lead, Mr. Murphy might just keep investigating.
"The mastermind behind the Benjamin Arthur attack might even be watching him, so we'll use him as bait to see if we can draw out whoever's behind this."
"Got it." The five-person team then drove their large SUV into downtown Philadelphia, and with help from Sunday, they soon located Nick.
Inside the SUV, Bernie, the team's expert in stealth and conversation, pocketed his mask, put on sunglasses, and took a file from Sam.
Nodding to his teammates, he got out of the car and headed for the restaurant where Nick Murphy was seated.
Entering the restaurant, Bernie took a seat from which he could observe the entire room, ordered a meal, and discreetly kept an eye on the place.
After about ten minutes, he noticed someone indeed watching Nick Murphy. Keeping his composure, Bernie finished his lunch and casually walked out of the restaurant, returning to the car.
He reported to Brian, "Someone is definitely watching Nick. What's our next move? Should we go ahead with contacting Nick as planned, or should we follow the people tailing him?"
Before Brian could respond, Sam chimed in, "Those watching Nick might not be the people we're after; they could be from the FBI's internal affairs."
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