Chapter 419: Being a Director Feels Pretty Good (Bonus Chapter 2)

"I'm 100% sure Wilson is on the bus," Maggie said excitedly. "As for William Devonshire, I'm not so sure, but look, that guy in the hat and mask—it seems like he's watching us."

Hearing this, the leader's gaze fell on William. With the preconceived notion in mind, the more he looked, the more he was convinced it was William. He got excited. "It really does look like William Devonshire. God, if we send both of these guys to the sky, the uproar will be massive."

Meanwhile, a small spider robot hidden in the motorcycle's dashboard was transmitting every word of their conversation directly into William's earpiece. With a smirk, William whispered to Wilson through his earpiece, "Get ready. You have five seconds to toss the bomb under your seat into the river below Knightsbridge. Starting now: 5, 4..."

As soon as Maggie got off the bus, Wilson had instinctively looked to William. Seeing William nod, Wilson had already been preparing himself for almost two minutes. Now, hearing "get ready," Wilson pretended to notice something and glanced toward the seat where Maggie had just been sitting. "Ah, that lady forgot her bag!"

He quickly moved to the seat, picked up the bag containing the bomb, and even put it to his ear as if listening for something.

The leader and Maggie, who had been watching the bus closely, saw Wilson take out the bomb. Maggie growled, "Damn it! We've been found out! Do it now!"

The leader immediately reached into his pocket and pressed the detonator, but after pressing it twice, nothing happened. "What the hell is going on?" He pressed it several more times, still with no result.

By the time William's countdown reached four, Wilson let out a fake exclamation and quickly threw the bag off the bridge into the river below.

Three seconds later, there was a loud "boom" from under Knightsbridge. The bus, already 10 or 20 meters away, shook violently, followed by a fireball erupting from under the bridge, reaching up to the road above.

"Ahhhh!" The passengers, already uneasy from Wilson's strange actions, were now genuinely terrified by the explosion and fire. A few of the girls who had been around him dropped to the floor of the bus, screaming. As Wilson approached to comfort them, they clung to him as if it were the only way to feel safe.

"Dammit! Did you bring a gun? We'll just kill Wilson directly!" Maggie fumed, her face contorted in rage.

The leader instinctively reached for his waist, only to remember the recent strict security checks. Being in a public place today, he hadn't dared to bring a weapon. Frustrated, he slapped his forehead and regained his composure. "The cops will be here in minutes. If you don't want to die alongside him, we've lost our chance. And Wilson and the people on the bus have seen you. Within two hours, your face will be plastered all over the anti-terrorism command center."

He continued, "Right now, go see Ian Wood. Plant the laptop battery bomb in his computer, then head back to Ireland and hide."

Maggie, still seething, thought for a moment before nodding. "Alright, take me to Ian Wood's place. I'll call him and arrange a meeting. Hurry up. If Ian sees the news, convincing him to be our courier will be impossible. I'll stay close to him until the flight tomorrow morning."

After dropping Maggie off at Ian Wood's house, the leader drove off. As he was about to leave, his phone rang. Answering, he heard an anxious voice from his subordinate. "Boss, Thomas McGrath just replied to the email."

"What did he say? Did the codes match?"

"Everything checks out. Thomas says there's a ship called Dolphin leaving Holland tomorrow, stopping at Margate Port. Officially, it's one of Valentine Group's raw materials ships, but secretly, it's loading surveillance radars at Margate to send to Belfast. Thomas wants us to head to Margate to confirm the intel, and if we find an opportunity, blow up the Dolphin."

"Let's discuss it when I get back," the leader replied, unwilling to make a rash decision in the uncertain London situation. "Is the disguised bomb ready?"

"Yes, it's all set."

An hour later, just after noon, the leader received a call from Maggie. After picking up the food she had ordered from a fast-food joint, he delivered it to Ian Wood's house, along with the disguised bomb.

All that was left was to wait for Ian Wood to take the bomb onto the plane the next morning.

Back at Knightsbridge, five minutes after the explosion, Wilson's bodyguards and the police arrived and quickly surrounded both Wilson and William, blocking anyone from approaching.

As for reporters trying to take photos and videos, the bodyguards and police could do little to stop them. Ten minutes later, a large group of police officers sealed off the bridge, and several armored vehicles arrived.

William and an exhilarated Wilson were ushered into one of the cars, heading straight for Kensington Palace.

As they passed by William's home, he wanted to get out, but the driver ignored his request. Wilson, sitting beside him, chuckled quietly. "Don't even think about slipping away. My grandfather wanted to see you yesterday, and now with this situation at his disposal, you're walking right into it."

"Idiot," William shot a glance at the excited Wilson. There was no way Phillip would actually be angry about something that made their family look this good—at least not publicly.

"I don't care if I'm an idiot, someone's getting into trouble," Wilson said with a mischievous smile. "If you give me the exclusive rights to sell your bulletproof suits, maybe I can help you out."

Since Wilson had been helpful, William considered the idea. "I already have two sales reps in Britain. Adding you would be hard to explain to my partners."

"God, Catherine and Garris, right? I know them, but I never said I'd sell in Britain. Don't you know that the region with the most royal families is the Middle East?" Wilson's grin widened. "My family has good connections with the desert royalty. Even if you gave me 100 suits, I could sell them all in less than a month. And if you made them in the style of desert robes, forget 100—I could move 1,000 easily."

"Slap!" William clapped his hands, impressed. "Hey, that's not a bad idea, but..."

"But what? For God's sake, you're not going to turn down easy money, are you? This is billions of pounds in sales, more than you'd make selling planes or missiles," Wilson urged.

William narrowed his eyes. "You don't get it. Selling 1,000 suits at once is too much. Besides, the real money is in the stock market."

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