Mrs. M had no way of dealing with the powerful Wesley, but she would never admit anything without evidence. As the head of the agents, lies were just a side dish.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean, Mr. Gibson. Today, you broke into our place. I will report this to the council. The Prime Minister will definitely protest against the United Nations." Mrs. M directly reported it to the United Nations, not to SHIELD or the World Security Council. Because of Wesley's special identity, she didn't know where to go to complain, and directly reporting it to the United Nations is to make things known to the whole world, to force Wesley to compromise.
However, Wesley naturally had evidence. The defense system that Elizabeth was in charge of contained a large amount of surveillance equipment, including the inside and outside of the plane. SHIELD's pinhole cameras covered all directions of the plane. James Bond's appearance was recorded very clearly. When Wesley was standing in the middle of the yard in a daze, he put a hand in the pocket of his pants, which contained his cell phone. Apple had hacked into MI6's network and obtained all the information, and the other party had not been the slightest bit aware of it.
Wesley laughed when he heard this, then said, "Sure, you can go ahead. Even if the United Nations summons me to appear in court, I don't know how you will end up if I show evidence."
Mrs. M. didn't know if Wesley was bluffing, but according to 007's report, the other party had obviously found out about his invasion. Was there any evidence of this discovery? Or could she deny that 007 belonged to their intelligence agency? Looking back at 007, her eyes were full of questions, and James Bond shook his head, indicating that he wasn't sure. How the other party had found him, he wasn't sure himself. He hadn't seen the camera on the outside of the plane, but the plane was so big that it could be hidden. He really couldn't be sure.
The two sides were in a stalemate. Wesley was not in a hurry at all. He even took out a cigarette and lit it, leisurely looking around as if he were a tourist. This made Mrs. M feel even less confident.
After thinking for a long time, she said, "Mr. Gibson, even if you have evidence that the person behind me intends to board your plane, he does not belong to our intelligence agency. Today, he just wants to exchange some information." In the end, Mrs. M still said it. She was not worried that 007 would have any ideas because this is a necessary course for agents. You have to be prepared to sacrifice yourself for the organization. Moreover, there is no danger now. At most, you will go to jail.
Wesley looked at what Mrs. M. was doing. This was a real head of agents. They were afraid of him, but they could not stop their greed. They were greedy for aircraft technology. If they could, they would take it by force or destroy it.
It was very simple to leave the plane behind. A simple destruction would be enough to prevent the plane from taking off. At this time, Wesley could only ask SHIELD to repair it. But wouldn't they have the same opportunity to intervene at this time? But they didn't dare. They just sent an agent. Although it was the famous 007, this person could be abandoned at any time, and there was basically no risk.
"Very good, a decisive decision, but you seem to think too simply of me. How about this, I will not pursue your actions, but I have my conditions," Wesley said.
Mrs. M. was a little uncertain about Wesley's words. What did he mean by not pursuing their actions? If he agreed, it would be tantamount to confessing without being told. What if he didn't agree? Mrs. M. looked at Wesley's amused smile and began to struggle again. She had to say that sometimes thinking too much was a problem.
James Bond had been acting as a spectator. He was indifferent to Mrs. M's sacrifice of him just now. He must have had such an awareness when he entered the intelligence organization. However, he had been observing Wesley. As the successor to the new generation code name 007, he had also inherited the name James Bond. He was proud and proud, but these were shattered in front of Wesley.
Was it intelligence or ability? He was not sure. In terms of intelligence, the other party was a genius who had brought the Alliance Games Company to an absolute height in just nearly three years. There were calls for it to be listed one after another. In terms of ability, the other party was a member of the Avengers and also had the identity of a SHIELD agent. It should not be bad. He was completely defeated. However, in the face of Wesley's aggressiveness, he was absolutely calm. The other party did not want to talk about them. Otherwise, he could just show evidence.
"Tell us what you want and we will try to satisfy you." James Bond made the decision in place of Mrs. M. Mrs. M looked at him in surprise and then remained silent.
Wesley glanced at 007. Didn't he used to admire 007 in movies? That kind of confidence, intelligence, ability, and super equipment was something everyone liked to watch before superhero movies appeared. It was undeniable, but now it seemed that was all there was to it. However, he had to give some face, right?
"My request is very simple. Find me a qualified butler. Of course, if you think you can hide it from me, you can send an agent to see if I can distinguish it." Wesley said his request. He came here domineeringly and finally made such a request. Everyone was stunned. Are you sure you are not here to play with us?
James Bond smiled and then nodded. "No problem. I promise to find a butler that you are satisfied with. You are going to America, right?"
"Not bad. How long will it take?" Wesley asked.
"Soon. I'll give you an answer tomorrow," James Bond continued. Wesley got the answer he wanted and then turned around and left. He went straight to the main entrance, got into his sports car, and drove away.
Only then did Mrs. M. ask, "Are you sure she said that?"
"Yes, there is no need for him to make things difficult for us. Even if what we do does violate his interests, he has no loss at all. At the same time, it is impossible for him to do anything as an intelligence agency. Because there is no point in destroying an intelligence organization? Britain does not lack such organizations. Without six, there are still seven more. The intelligence organization will not be cut off. We can still work by changing the brand."
Mrs. M nodded and asked again, "But is that really all he wants?"
"It should be. After all, he has been asking about the butler since he came here. He has risen too fast and has no foundation at all. If he wants to find a butler, he has to come in person. I think the problem is his ability, so he should really know how to read minds. So when looking for the butler, don't do anything. He will find out."