"Thank you, Brian. Don't worry. I'll be careful these days and avoid crowded places. I'll arrange my itinerary. After I finish my business in Zurich, I'll deal with Jett Frobie in Alba. He won't survive much longer," William said confidently.
Brian Mills had heard of Jet Frobie, and seeing William so confident that he could deal with the leader of a powerful force that had been fighting for more than ten years, he was a little surprised at William's strength.
Jet Frobie has thousands of men under his command who have fought for more than ten or twenty years. This group of people is not easy to deal with, but judging from William's appearance, killing a leader is as easy as killing an ordinary thug.
William looked at the puzzled Brian Mills and did not explain. I have a cheater, and at most I will spend hundreds of millions of dollars. I don't believe that I can't kill that leader.
Moreover, William knew that Brian had been working in the special forces for decades and must be well-informed. It might not be long before Brian Mills knew what William was doing in Montenegro.
William didn't think of hiding what he did in Montenegro. He wanted to intimidate others. He killed 42 mercenaries armed with AKs in just over ten minutes (the Montenegrin police said it was 43, but one of them actually jumped off the building).
William felt that no small character would dare to target him in the future. This was not a movie where they could be hit by AK and still not die. He did not think that he could really kill so many people head-on, and he did not dare to do so head-on.
William is a very insidious guy. He always uses mental scanning, sneak attacks, dirty tricks, ambushes, hitting people on the back, stun grenades, grenades, and long-range sniping. There are very few frontal fights.
He is not an idiot. He knows that he will die if he is shot. Why not use the huge advantage of mental scanning? Therefore, in the urban battle within dozens of meters, he is the only one who can sneak attack others, and no one can sneak attack him.
William said, "Barney and the others are in England protecting my mother and can't come. Don't worry, I will do my best to hide my whereabouts. Besides, this is the Swiss National Bank. There is a company of fully armed guards 200 meters away. No one dares to cause trouble here. If something happens, your most important task is to protect Alexander. I can protect myself."
Brian Mills heard William say that he could protect himself, although he did not think William had that ability, but for now it was the only way. When something really happened, Brian Mills decided to protect William himself, and the rest of the team would protect Alexander.
"Okay, boss, since there are only a few of us, we need some other equipment. Just relying on these small guns is not safe. I wonder if I can find someone I know to buy some bulletproof vests or something."
William waved his hand at Brian Mills and said, "No need. Tell me what weapons you want. I can get you any common standard weapons and they will be delivered tomorrow."
William's words surprised Brian again. Standard equipment is not so easy to get, and it can be delivered to Switzerland in just a few hours. Brian Mills' assessment of William's strength increased again.
He no longer dared to regard William as a rich young man. He had heard from Barney from the Suicide Squad that William was a nobleman, but did the nobles in England still have such influence and power?
Brian Mills asked curiously, "Boss, although it may be a bit rude, I'm still curious if the English nobility are still so powerful. From what I understand, aren't you nobles living in difficult circumstances right now?"
William rolled his eyes. He certainly knew that the nobles in this world had a hard life, but no matter how hard it was, it was still better than the life of the nobles in William's previous life.
Of course, William would not explain to Brian Mills that the English nobles in this world had hidden their power in the English government, and he himself was one of these hidden forces.
"As long as you have money, what can't you buy now? Brian, you're a former special agent, and you have your own channels. We families that have existed for hundreds or thousands of years can't have some of our own channels."
"Okay, I asked an idiotic question," Brian Mills slapped his forehead and continued, "Boss, I need five 4-92 rifles, a bulletproof vest, and a basic amount of ammunition."
"No problem, it can be delivered in a few hours if it's fast," William said. I sent a text message to Bond.
In the text message, in addition to what Brian Mills mentioned, William also asked for two Glock 17s and a fully equipped AWP.
He believed that Bond would help him with this. The two of them had been getting along quite well these days, and this guy still needed William to speak for him in the Security Committee. Otherwise, it would not be so easy for Bond to get away with it after failing to catch Le Sive and losing 10 million US dollars.
Sure enough, within 20 seconds, Bond replied to William, "Understood, will be there in 5 hours, and there is $150,000 left, thank you."
This bastard, this guy can make at least 70,000 US dollars, damn, it's even more shady than the black market. Forget it, time is the most important thing. William feels insecure without a weapon in his hand. Besides, this amount of money is really a small amount for William now.
His rise to power was too short, and William could not find anyone other than the British MI6 who could deliver these weapons to Switzerland in just a few hours.
At this time, Felix said to William from a few meters away: "Mr. Devonshire, the market is about to open."
William walked over to Alexander, who was interested in everything in the trading room, put his arm around Alexander's waist and said, "Do you understand, dear?"
Alexander patted William's shoulder angrily and said, "You are so annoying, William. You knew I couldn't understand, but you didn't come over to introduce me. Instead, you were whispering to Brian. What can you two grown men have to say in private?"
William laughed and said, "You won't understand the safety issues even if I tell you. Honey, I don't want to make any mistakes this time. You will understand what I am doing in a few days."
"The market is open, Mr. Devonshire. The Nasdaq is now 5003 points. Do you want to buy?" Felix shouted.
William thought for a moment. He remembered that the Nasdaq Composite Index reached 5000 points and then surged to 5030 within a day. It then fluctuated around 5030, reaching its all-time high of 5048 on the 7th. Today was the best opportunity to test the waters. "Buy, 3.5 billion long, 5% margin."
"clear"
More than a dozen people were typing away on their computers, and it took half an hour for all the buy-ins to take place. The Nasdaq had already reached 5007 points. There were very few people in the market who bet on a fall. If William had not been trading at the National Bank, he would not have been able to find someone to bet against him in such a short time.
After the purchase, Felix took the information and said to William: "Mr. Devonshire, all 3.5 billion US dollars have been purchased. The average purchase point with a margin rate of 5 is 5005 points."
William took the report Felix had just printed out, looked at it for a while, and mentally calculated, "That means I bought 5,594 lots of stock index futures. The price of one lot of the Nasdaq is $250. If it goes up a little, I can make nearly $1.4 million."
"Yes, Mr. Devonshire, a margin rate of 5 means the funds are magnified 20 times. If it increases a little, you can earn 139.85 million US dollars," said Felix.
Alexander, who was beside William, was so frightened when he heard that William had bought 7 billion US dollars of futures and that the stock index would make or lose 1.4 million US dollars. He quickly grabbed William's arm and looked at William nervously.
"Don't be nervous," William didn't finish his words when he heard the trader shout, "It's up 2 points, now it's 5009 points, my god, it's up another point."
William said with a laugh: "It's up 5 points, which means I've made 7 million US dollars. I told you don't be nervous, I won't do anything that I'm not sure of."
Alexander looked at the big screen on the wall in the trading room and said, "But dear, what if it falls? God, this makes me so nervous. What should I do? Honey, God bless us, and make it rise quickly."
William laughed out loud at the cute look of Alexander standing beside him and praying.
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