After the three of them—William, Sophie, and Langdon—emerged from the underground secret chamber, they saw a dozen people standing in Rosslyn Chapel. These people were old and young, men and women. William quickly shielded Langdon and Sophie, reaching for his armpit, gripping his Glock 17, and shouting, "Who are you?"
An old woman with completely white hair stepped out of the crowd and said, "Don't be nervous, child of the Devilliers family. We share the same names: Protectors, Guardians, Knights Templar, and the Priory of Sion."
"What?!" William, Sophie, and Langdon were all startled. They hadn't expected the English members of the Priory of Sion to find them so soon after arriving at Rosslyn Chapel.
The old woman looked at Sophie with a kind expression and said, "Sophie, I can't believe you've grown so much. When I sent you away 28 years ago, I never thought we'd meet again. Sophie, I should tell you how much I missed you then. I am your grandmother, Sophie."
William, Langdon, and Sophie looked at the old woman in surprise. However, considering the information they had seen in the underground secret chamber, it made perfect sense. After all, Sophie was the last descendant of the heavenly one, so she naturally had to be protected in secret.
"Thank you, William. Thank you for bringing Sophie back to England. Henry would surely be very pleased if he knew everything you've done. All right, William, let this gentleman take you to the other side. He has a lot to say to you. As for you, Professor Langdon, please rest for a moment with this gentleman. Let this old woman have a good chat with my granddaughter."
Langdon quickly nodded and agreed, "Of course, madam." He then followed an old man away.
William, however, stared dumbfounded at Harry Hart, the instructor from the Kingsman movie. No wonder when he saw Harry Hart last time, his gaze had made William feel strange.
Now, everything made sense. Harry Hart was a member of the W-Team under his grandfather Henry. He nodded to Harry Hart and followed him out of Rosslyn Chapel.
Walking into the stone forest behind a church, William saw a dozen middle-aged men waiting for him, and among them, William surprisingly spotted Uncle Long.
Seeing Uncle Long dressed in ordinary clothes made William feel a little dazed. This damned movie world was simply a hodgepodge, with big stars from his previous life popping up every now and then.
Harry Hart said to William, "William, all of us here are members of Henry's W-Team. We've come to see you this time to tell you that besides your mother, you have us as your family in this world. You can come to us with any difficulties."
William shook his head without thinking. "Thank you for coming to see me, but I can't disturb your lives. Henry would certainly not want me to recruit you again. You all have your own lives, families, and children. I can't be so selfish as to disrupt your lives.
Of course, if you have difficulties, you can also come to me. I will buy a large plot of land in Oxford in the future, and I welcome you all to live in Oxford. Gentlemen, since you've retired, please enjoy your retirement in peace."
William would not recruit these people again. Who knew what they were thinking? He didn't believe he possessed some kind of charismatic aura that would make people immediately pledge their allegiance. Moreover, these people had been retired for 10 years. People who had lived peacefully for too long were not suitable for special operations. Plus, William wasn't very interested in the W-Team; while there were many benefits, there were also a lot of troubles. All he needed was that special operational authority.
As soon as William finished speaking, he felt many people exhale in relief, and many faces broke into relaxed smiles, becoming even more amiable towards William.
Especially our Mr. Long, who looked as if a huge weight had been lifted, his face creased with laughter. Seeing William look at him, Uncle Long's smile grew even wider, and he nodded cheerfully at William.
Harry Hart smiled and nodded. "That's for the best, William. Among us, I'm the only one still in the special operations circle. They really aren't suitable for the W-Team anymore. Thank you for your kindness, William. We all know you're a millionaire, so we'll speak up if we have any difficulties."
After that, Harry Hart turned to a short, ordinary-looking middle-aged strong man and said, "Carlos, go deal with those mercenaries who followed William. Do you need any help?"
Carlos smiled and shook his head. "No, I'm not so old that I can't hold a gun. Don't worry, a dozen mercenaries are nothing in my eyes." He then took out a modified 1911, checked it, smiled at William, and left.
"What? Someone was following me?" William looked at Harry Hart in surprise.
Harry Hart didn't answer William but instead said to the other dozen middle-aged men, "Alright, you all go first. If you have any difficulties, you can notify us. Folks, we're all in this together, don't bear your burdens alone. And, our new leader now is a big rich man. I'm sure you've heard about William's actions during the stock market crash. I think William would definitely be willing to offer you jobs."
Hearing this, what could William say? It was just offering jobs, not supporting them for free. Besides, Harry Hart had already called him the leader. Although his leadership was nominal, these people were, after all, Henry's subordinates. And even though these guys were old and their skills had deteriorated, they could certainly handle ordinary thugs.
If these guys lived on his estate, security would definitely be greatly enhanced. So William said with a smile, "No problem, I'd be happy to offer you jobs, and I welcome you to live in Oxford."
"Haha, no problem, William. If I need it, I'll definitely come to you for work."
After some cheerful joking, everyone said goodbye to William. They had arrived with heavy hearts, but left in good spirits. William, as Henry's successor, now had a very good impression score in their eyes.
After Harry Hart and William saw everyone off, Harry said to William, "I have to go too. I need to get back to the Kingsman Academy; I can't let anyone become suspicious."
"Okay, Harry, thank you. If you need anything, you can come to me."
"Same here, William," Harry Hart said, handing William a slip of paper. "This is Carlos's phone number. If you need anything, you can find him. He was our best man before; his marksmanship is incredible. No one can escape his gun. You should consult Carlos more often when you have the chance. I think he'd be happy to teach you."
William wondered, could anyone's marksmanship be better than what the system taught him?
Noticing William's doubt, Harry Hart smiled and said, "Let's go. I'll take you to see Carlos's marksmanship."
William followed Harry Hart to his car. Harry opened the car door, and William saw several display screens inside, showing many fully armed people ambushed in the woods not far from them. Damn, was this satellite imagery?
"Don't worry, this is a private satellite link. I'll completely delete the video after the mission is over. Pick the equipment you like; we'll go help Carlos." William chose a Barrett and a modified 1911 with a double-stack magazine from Harry's car. They adjusted their walkie-talkies, grabbed binoculars, and drove, using the cover of the stone forest to quietly reach a small hillside.
Hiding behind a tree, William held his binoculars and looked in the direction Harry Hart pointed. He saw several mercenaries through the binoculars. After observing carefully for a few more minutes, William, using his eyes enhanced by the system, quickly spotted no fewer than 10 mercenaries. These guys were using binoculars to observe the church.
Suddenly, William saw a mercenary in his binoculars collapse as blood bloomed from his temple.
William's mouth fell open in surprise. In his line of sight, this mercenary was very well hidden. Unless one was at a high vantage point, sniping from a distance, it would be impossible to find a firing angle if he were to shoot at close range.
Unless the bullet could curve.
Curve? God, William was stunned by his own thought, because another mercenary's head was blown open by a bullet from an incredible angle.
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