Hearing their captain incessantly muttering about more money, more money, the remaining seven mercenaries were almost driven mad. One mercenary cursed, "For God's sake, what time is it now? Save your life first, then talk about your money! God, after this, I swear I'll kill our client! That guy tricked us!"
"The captain's gone mad, Robo. What do you say we do? I don't want to die here. How about we surrender?"
"Idiot, it's useless. Do you think the people opposite will let us surrender? William Devonshire is a super celebrity. Have you ever heard of him having such strong subordinates before? This trip to Roslin Church must be a highly confidential matter. To keep it a secret, he won't let us live."
Hearing this, they all fell silent. They knew what their comrade had just said was right. To survive, they either had to fight or surrender. But the two opponents were too strong, they didn't dare to charge, nor did they dare to retreat under the watchful eyes of the sharpshooters. This made the seven of them hesitate, but being distracted on the battlefield was deadly.
Carlos, with long-range support, wouldn't miss such a good opportunity. Harry, holding his binoculars, said, "Quickly reload and get ready, William. Carlos is signaling me. He's going to move up in five seconds."
William was stunned when he heard this, and quickly removed the magazine with only two bullets left, replacing it with a new one. As he reloaded, he thought about how methodical these old guys were. They knew the Barrett only held five bullets, and yet they had the presence of mind to remind him to reload in such a tense situation.
Old guys are old guys, rich in experience. William took three seconds to reload, then, after chambering a round, he vigilantly looked through his scope.
Just as he was ready, Harry said, "Get ready, Carlos is moving."
The mercenaries, who were currently discussing, never imagined that this brief moment of carelessness would cost them all their lives. Carlos only took a few seconds to stealthily approach. When he was almost there, Carlos suddenly rushed forward as if he had activated a cheat.
William watched in astonishment through his scope as Carlos, whose speed had suddenly doubled, ran left and right, firing his gun with flicks of his wrist.
Carlos, who could fire curving bullets, didn't need to directly face his opponents to shoot. He could find an opportunity to fire a fatal shot, and his opponents wouldn't even know how they were hit.
With seven shots, he took care of seven mercenaries. The opponents' carelessness meant William didn't even need to support Carlos.
William's heart burned with excitement, thinking, "I must learn the art of flick-shooting, and I must find every possible way to win over this guy, Carlos. With this super assassin by my side, there's no one I can't take down.
I hope this Carlos is the same Carlos from the movie. The Carlos in the movie stayed by his son's side for over a decade. As long as I win over his son, Wesley, I can control Carlos. Thinking about Wesley's 'loser' appearance in the movie, he should be easy to win over.
And Wesley is as fierce as his old man, even more promising, because Wesley only trained for a little over a month and was able to take down dozens, even hundreds, of assassins. Ideally, both father and son will work for me for life.
Oh, and Angelina Jolie's character, Fox, is also incredibly fierce. I'll find an opportunity to contact Fox first and make her understand that the Fraternity's father has betrayed their beliefs. Maybe William will have a chance to recruit her."
God, as long as these three guys accept his recruitment, William would give them anything they wanted. If money could solve it, he would absolutely not be stingy. If that Wesley guy had a daughter in the future, William would definitely make his son pursue that girl. This way, the Devonshire family would have a great chance to inherit the superpowers from Carlos and Wesley. Yes, that's what he'd do.
William was thinking with a burning heart when Harry suddenly slapped him on the shoulder, snapping him out of it. "What are you spacing out for, William? Carlos caught a live one. Go take a look. I'm not going. We've wasted enough time; I need to get back to the agent academy."
William, who had just come to his senses, thought to himself, "He's truly an old special agent who's been doing this for over twenty years; he's so cautious."
He stood up and hugged Harry tightly, thanked him, handed him the Barrett and three spent casings, and watched him drive away.
William, in an extremely good mood, walked down the small hill and approached Carlos, his eyes burning as he looked at him.
Carlos, a burly man, felt a little embarrassed by William's gaze. William quickly composed himself and said, "Sorry, Carlos, it's my first time seeing someone shoot a curving bullet; it's truly astonishing. If I may be so bold, Carlos, what price do I have to pay to learn that shooting technique from you? Whether it's money, jewelry, gold—whatever you like, I can even give you a ton of gold."
Well, William, this black-hearted guy, didn't forget to dig a pit even at this moment. Most people, upon hearing "a ton of gold," would surely be startled, thinking a ton of gold is a lot. However, if you think about it carefully, a ton of gold is actually only 281.25 million US dollars at current market prices.
This amount of money was truly not much for William.
Carlos smiled and shook his head, which made William's heart sink. "No way, did I flatter him wrongly?"
"No need, William. If you want to learn, I'll teach you without any reward. You might not know that Henry saved my child's life, so for anyone in your Devonshire family, I will help unconditionally with anything."
Upon hearing this, William felt as refreshed as if he had drunk an ice-cold soda on a scorching summer day. His joy was evident on his face, and he was so happy he almost jumped up.
Carlos looked at the beaming William and was also very happy. Finally, the heir of the Devonshire family could accept him, an assassin without status. People like him, without roots, longed for the recognition of those close to them. Seeing that William didn't care at all whether his hands were stained with blood, a joyful smile appeared on his face.
"Alright, William, we have plenty of time to catch up. Let's deal with the matter at hand first."
"No problem, I'll follow your lead, Carlos." William walked over to the stunned mercenary captain and slapped him hard.
"Stop pretending; your heartbeat doesn't match your act. Tell me what you know, and I won't go looking for your family. Otherwise, I'll have this gentleman here go visit your family. Oh, by the way, buddy, you have a family, right? Last time I met a guy with no family, do you know what I did to him in the end?"
The mercenary captain, dazed by William's slap, shook his head in confusion. But as soon as he shook his head, he knew he had messed up. He looked depressed at the smiling William and Carlos, "I threw him off a building. If you keep pretending, I'll hang you up and flay you."
"Alright, I knew I couldn't fool you two. I know I won't survive today. I was just playing dumb so you'd see I was useless and kill me directly, to avoid implicating my family." No one had ever fooled William and Carlos, which made him very frustrated: "Tell me, what do you want to know? As long as you promise not to go after my family, I'll tell you everything."
"Very good. My name is William Devonshire. I pledge my family name to you that as long as your answers satisfy me, I will not go after your family."
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