Seeing William suddenly erupt, Mrs. M quickly retreated. Her personal assistant and bodyguard, Bill Tanner, immediately shouted, "Stop, William! Put Bond down!"
As he spoke, his hand reached for his waist, gripping a Glock, ready to point it at William.
William had just seen many combat techniques of agents and special forces in his mind. He was now very familiar with the movements of these trained agents. Seeing Bill's action, he knew he intended to point the Glock at him. Without a second thought, his left hand quickly fumbled in his pocket for a key. With a Mage Hand, he flung it at Bill's right wrist.
Fortunately, William still had some reservations about the secular world and knew that Bill was not his enemy at the moment, so he used the head of the key, not the tip. Otherwise, Bill's wrist would have been ruined.
Bill only felt a flash of white light, followed by a sharp pain in his right wrist. He cried out, and his hand, gripping the Glock, went numb, causing the Glock to fall to the ground.
The two bodyguards at the door heard the sound. Holding sniper rifles, they pushed the door open and entered, seeing William holding Bond and about to shoot.
Before they could aim their sniper rifles at William, they felt a sharp pain in their wrists. Their hands loosened, and the sniper rifles also dropped to the ground, followed by the sound of coins falling in front of them.
At this moment, Bond, whom William was holding, quickly shouted,
"Stop, everyone, stop! I'm fine, I'm fine! Hunt, Steve, I'm fine! William, calm down, calm down!"
William, in a fit of rage, said, "You scoundrel! I remember you now! It was you, you scoundrel, who caused my grandfather's death!" With that, William grabbed Bond's neck. His strength was astonishing now. The spatial magic of Kamar-Taj was constantly enhancing his physical attributes. He could now easily lift 200 kilograms with one hand. It was truly too simple for him to snap someone's neck with his hand.
Seeing William trying to kill Bond, Bill tried to bend down to pick up the Glock 17. But before he could even stoop, William directly drew the belt from his waist and used Mage Hand to grab the Glock 17.
This belt was made by William himself. A one-meter belt could be extended to four meters long. He didn't know how to use a whip, but he could use the Mage Hand spell to fake whip techniques, making people think he was skilled with a whip, rather than realizing it was Mage Hand, a spell all mages in the magical world knew. No one else in this world knew magic besides William, so some invisible spells could be disguised.
William retracted his hand, and the whip automatically returned to William's waist. With a grab, he seized the Glock 17 that had been pulled over by the belt.
William now had extensive experience using sniper rifles in his mind. He didn't need much learning; after reviewing it in his mind, he single-handedly opened the safety, loaded, and aimed the sniper rifle at the two bodyguards at the door.
"Slowly, kick the Glock 17 on the ground away."
The two bodyguards, being held at gunpoint, dared not move. They had just seen William load the weapon with one hand, knowing he was a master. They obediently followed William's instructions.
Seeing the two bodyguards at the door kick away their weapons and dutifully stand in front of Mrs. M to shield her, William had calmed down. He didn't want to offend Mrs. M too much, so he ejected the magazine from the weapon with his left hand, removed the chambered bullet, threw the weapon aside, and loosened his grip on Bond with his right hand, saying:
"Nash, you're that scoundrel Nash! You'd better tell me how my grandfather died, or I'll snap your neck!"
Bond rubbed his neck. He had truly felt William's intention to snap his neck and could sense the immense strength in William's hand. Bond had never expected William, barely 19 years old, to be able to subdue him bare-handed. This genuinely surprised him. Fortunately, William was still somewhat calm and reasonable; otherwise, he truly feared William would have snapped his neck just then.
"Don't worry, William. Five years ago, I personally avenged Henry. Eric died right in front of me; I watched him take his last breath," Bond assured William.
Mrs. M, now resuming her expressionless demeanor, said to William,
"All right, although there were some misunderstandings,
it seems we've reached a reconciliation. However,"
Mrs. M observed William's expression and, seeing that he was relatively calm, continued:
"William, it appears your grandfather, Henry, did not abide by the regulations of MI6. He left many things for you and secretly trained you. Otherwise, your unremarkable file would not show any information indicating such excellent skills. The most infuriating part is that you concealed this for ten years. You're quite the master of disguise, William Devenshire, truly worthy of being the successor to that old fox, Henry."
By the time Mrs. M finished speaking, her eyes were already blazing with anger. She suspected that William's skills were taught to him by his grandfather, and that Henry might have even left a lot of knowledge in this area on paper for William. Otherwise, how could all of this be explained? William's performance just now was simply too astonishing.
This was a serious violation of MI6 regulations. If Henry were still alive, she would have thrown him in jail.