Chapter 474: Let Me In or I’ll Leave (Bonus Chapter 2)

After a few minutes of finishing his preparations, William, under Abigail's worried gaze, pulled out a backpack and packed it with more than a dozen defensive and offensive grenades, as well as stun grenades. Then, he took a military-grade AWM sniper rifle from the weapons rack.

With a few clicks, William disassembled the AWM rifle, separating the barrel from the main body and fitting it into the backpack. Although he could store the rifle in his one-cubic-meter storage space, he had to pack it in the bag for now, since Abigail was watching.

"Damn, are you going to war?" Abigail asked, gripping William's arm anxiously.

William didn't answer, calmly loading five magazines for the AWM—three with armor-piercing rounds and two with standard rounds. Along with the magazine already in the rifle, he had a total of 30 sniper bullets.

Zipping up the backpack, he slung it over his shoulder and kissed Abigail on the cheek. "Stay home and wait for me, okay?"

"Okay... okay," Abigail stammered, feeling nervous now that she realized how seriously William was taking things. "Don't worry, darling, I promise I won't go out."

"Good," William said, kissing her again. "If the power goes out at the estate, don't panic. Sunday will switch to backup power within ten seconds. Then, follow his instructions and head straight to the safe room in the basement. Unless it's me or Sunday, don't listen to anyone asking for help or trying to get you to leave, got it?"

"Got it," Abigail nodded, her voice trembling.

"Remember, don't be too kind-hearted. It might be a trick to lure you out. If there's any emergency, let Sunday handle it. As long as you're in the estate, he can take care of everything."

"Understood," Abigail nodded, looking dazed.

"Alright, I'm off."

With that, William led Abigail out of the weapons room. As soon as they stepped out, the walls that had slid apart to reveal the weapons began to close seamlessly, blending back into the original structure.

Seeing Abigail's disappointed expression, William chuckled. "Don't even think about sneaking back in while I'm gone. I told you not to mess with weapons alone, and I meant it."

"Haha, I wasn't planning anything," Abigail replied with an embarrassed laugh, her mischief exposed. "Just be careful, darling. I'll be here waiting for you."

"Hmm."

William, carrying his backpack, headed downstairs, got into an Aston Martin, and stored the weapons in his hidden storage space before driving toward the Thames River.

He had arranged to meet France's President, Kellner-Bacon, on a sightseeing boat along the Thames. If their discussion went well, William would save Kellner-Bacon. If not, his fate would be left to chance.

As he approached the dock, William encountered several checkpoints. After passing through three of them, he finally reached a small dock along the Thames, just before 8 a.m.

Parking his car at the dock, William got out. Kellner-Bacon's security detail, which had been watching him closely, finally relaxed upon recognizing him.

A group of black-suited bodyguards, led by a middle-aged man, approached. "Good morning, Mr. Devonshire. I'm Kevin, President Kellner-Bacon's personal assistant."

"Hello, Kevin," William nodded in acknowledgment, but then noticed the bodyguards holding metal detectors shaped like paddles.

Kevin noticed William's gaze and apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr. Devonshire. This is a necessary precaution."

William rolled his eyes. If he hadn't been carrying weapons, he would have mocked them, but since he was, he decided to avoid unnecessary trouble. He unbuttoned his coat, revealing the two guns holstered under his arms.

"You—" Kevin looked stunned.

Before Kevin could speak, William interrupted, "Don't even think about asking me to hand over my guns. Either let me on the boat to meet Kellner-Bacon, or I'll head back to my car and leave."

"This..." Kevin hesitated for a moment, then realized that William wasn't an ordinary person. His status made Kevin more comfortable. After thinking it over, Kevin used his radio to consult higher-ups.

A moment later, Kevin stepped aside and gestured for William to proceed. "Please follow me, Mr. Devonshire."

As they walked toward the dock, William used his mental scanning ability to count at least twelve black-suited bodyguards and another thirty or so undercover operatives carrying firearms.

It seemed that the proximity of France to England had its advantages—bringing a large security detail was as simple as driving through the Channel Tunnel after notifying the British authorities. Other countries didn't have that convenience.

Stepping onto the small sightseeing boat, only about seven or eight meters long, William saw Kellner-Bacon sitting at the rear, holding some documents.

Before Kellner-Bacon could speak, William, noticing the president's and Kevin's surprised expressions, said, "I'm really curious which idiot thought it was a good idea for you to stay here."

"Being on the river isn't a problem, but the real issue is, why are you on such a small boat? You're completely exposed, and there's no cover. Are the French security services really this incompetent?"

"Pfft," Kevin couldn't help but laugh before quickly suppressing it.

Kellner-Bacon shot his assistant a stern look but then joined in the laughter himself, shaking his head. "Alright, Kevin, give us some privacy, please."

"I'm sorry, sir," Kevin apologized before excusing himself.

Seeing this, William quickly realized that staying on the small boat had been Kellner-Bacon's own idea. Understanding the situation, William chuckled and shrugged. "My apologies."

"It's fine," Kellner-Bacon replied, still smiling. "It was indeed a mistake on my part, which made things harder for the security team." He gestured toward the couch beside him. "Please, have a seat."

"Thank you."

Once seated, Kellner-Bacon began talking about James, offering his condolences, but William quickly interrupted. "Kellner, may I call you that?"

"Of course. My friends all call me Kellner, and you're welcome to as well."

"Thanks," William nodded. "To be honest, I didn't like First Lord James. I didn't know him personally, and we weren't close, so let's just skip to the main topic."

William's bluntness left Kellner-Bacon a little shocked. This was England's First Lord they were talking about, and even if William didn't like him, common courtesy seemed appropriate.

Seeing that William wasn't faking it, Kellner-Bacon shrugged. "Alright then, let's discuss the matter of the Bank of France."

"I'm sorry, Mr. President, but I don't think investing in the Bank of France is a good idea right now. If you have other investment projects, we can discuss them, but the Bank of France is no longer something I'm considering."

Had the deal been discussed earlier, William might have been interested and could have found ways to avoid suspicion. But with the imminent attack, investing in the bank at this moment would only make people wonder if William had known about Bakawi's plan all along.

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