After waiting a few seconds without receiving an answer from the AI assistant "Sunday," Marvin asked suspiciously, "Speak up. Why aren't you responding?"
"Apologies, Mr. Borg. You are an unauthorized user and are not permitted to receive information meant for authorized users."
"FK," Marvin cursed angrily. "I'm going to be William Devonshire's butler! How can I be an unauthorized user?"
"Alright, Marvin," Church interjected with a roll of his eyes. "Do you think getting mad at Sunday will help? It only listens to William."
Church skimmed through the data on the private jet owned by the White Ghost. Seeing that the plane had been delivered less than a month ago, with both the captain and co-pilot being temporary hires, he had an idea. "Can you help Marvin and me get pilot credentials for this plane? We could use it to fly to Paris."
Sunday paused for a few seconds. "Understood. The credentials will be delivered in approximately three and a half hours."
Marvin grinned gleefully. "If the White Ghost finds out we stole his plane, he'll probably go mad."
Church smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Come on, let's find a place to nap and wait for the White Ghost to deliver the plane to us."
"Wait a second, Frank," Marvin said, pulling Church back. "What if the White Ghost also uses Sunday to track us? Wouldn't it be easy for him to find out where I am?"
Church considered this and immediately asked, "Sunday?"
"In non-mission situations, I only provide minimal services to non-authorized users. Additionally, Mr. Devonshire specifically instructed me to conceal your whereabouts."
"Ha! I love this rule," Marvin said, winking at Church. "Hey, do you think if we steal the White Ghost's plane and send him a video of us feasting on board, he'll want to Gatling-gun us to death?"
"Probably," Church replied, patting Marvin on the shoulder. "But first, he'd have to find us."
The two returned to their beach villa, feasted on seafood, and then fell asleep, waiting for the White Ghost's arrival.
Five hours later, Church woke to Sunday's voice in his ear. "Mr. Church, you are currently under surveillance. A team of three people has been monitoring the villa from a van 51 meters away for the past four hours."
"Thanks," Church said, immediately waking Marvin.
Aware of the surveillance, Church and Marvin found it easy to shake off their trackers and even use the situation to their advantage.
Two hours later, the White Ghost arrived at the beach and entered the surveillance van to assess the villa's layout.
However, his associate, Cheng Haiyao, received a call. Her expression grew increasingly incredulous as she listened, and after several seconds, she turned to the White Ghost and said, "That was the airport logistics department. They asked me to verify a bill."
"What bill?" the White Ghost asked.
Cheng Haiyao stammered, "Our new plane refueled and took off ten minutes ago."
The White Ghost spun around to look at the surveillance screen, only to see that the previously sleeping Church and his team had disappeared.
"Damn it," he muttered. It didn't take a genius to realize his hired team had been outplayed.
Fuming, he kicked the van door, jumped out, and returned to his car. Pulling out his phone, he demanded of Sunday, "Pull up the surveillance footage from inside my private plane."
"Understood," Sunday replied.
Within moments, a live feed showed Church and Sarah sitting together, drinking champagne, and laughing. Marvin was visible in the cockpit, piloting the plane.
"Wait!" Before the White Ghost could curse them, he noticed Church's phone resting on the armrest.
"FK, Sunday! Why does that bastard have the same phone as me?"
"Mr. Moses requested assistance from Mr. Devonshire and was temporarily granted access to my services," Sunday replied.
"Frank Moses, you son of a—" The White Ghost ground his teeth, lowering his voice to a growl. "So you're in on stealing my plane too?"
"Apologies. To be precise, I only assisted Mr. Marvin Borg by creating a legitimate pilot credential."
The White Ghost clenched his jaw and turned to Cheng Haiyao. "I need something big enough to obliterate Frank Moses."
"But," Cheng hesitated before replying, "if this involves the boss, are you sure you want to eliminate Frank Moses?"
"Just get me the weapon," he snapped, his mind racing with implications.
Thus, the two groups began their separate journeys to Paris.
In the London National Laboratory, after two days of work, the blueprint for an electric balance vehicle was finally complete.
Seven engineers watched enviously as William used his smart glasses to scan the designs into a virtual model. Over the past two days, they had repeatedly requested access to the virtual imaging technology for their own drafting, only for William to decline each time. To placate them, he eventually agreed to the technical director's proposal to establish an independent lab for designing and virtually testing vehicles at Aston Martin's headquarters.
Ten minutes later, Sunday optimized the design, and the components for the first-generation balance vehicle began production at Aston Martin's factory.
Six hours later, at 4 p.m., a car arrived outside William's rented experimental building. After passing security, several small boxes were delivered.
William joined the engineers on the first floor, watching with interest as the balance vehicle was manually assembled.
Half an hour later, Sunday reported, "Sir, Miss Selene has captured the informant known as Toad. However, he is proving quite uncooperative despite various methods. She also asked me to inform you that she would prefer not to use Toad's blood to locate the key unless absolutely necessary."
"Why? It's just a few drops of blood; she doesn't have to bite him," William said, puzzled.
Before Sunday could answer, Selene's pleading voice came through his earpiece. "William, I don't want to ruin my appetite every time I eat."
"What?" Confused, William left the testing room and went to the third-floor lounge, closing the door behind him. "Show me the scene at Toad's location."
Putting on his smart glasses, William saw a virtual overlay of the scene in Paris where Selene was stationed. Toad was tied to a chair, his face bruised and swollen.
No wonder Selene didn't want to touch his blood, William thought with a smirk.
Closing his eyes, he searched his memory for a specific image. Moments later, he opened them and instructed Selene through the virtual display, "Open the drawer of that long table."
"Got it," Selene replied, her smart glasses synchronized with William's feed. She walked to the table, opened the drawer, and found a leather key pouch.
Inside was a key designed for a specific safe. Holding it up with a grin, she asked, "This is the one, right?"
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