Hearing their captain constantly muttering about more money, the remaining seven mercenaries were on the verge of going crazy. One mercenary cursed, "For God's sake, what time do you think it is? Worry about your money later, let's save our lives first. God, I swear, after this, I'll hunt down our employer. That bastard tricked us."
"The captain's lost it. Rob, what do we do? I don't want to die here. Should we surrender?"
"Idiot, it won't work. Do you think they'll let us surrender? William Devonshire is a famous figure. Have you ever heard of him having such powerful subordinates? Whatever he's doing at Rosslyn Chapel must be very secret. To keep it that way, he won't let us live."
Hearing this, everyone fell silent. They knew their comrade was right. Their only options were to fight or surrender. But with such strong opponents, they were hesitant to charge or retreat under the eyes of a sharpshooter. This indecision was deadly on the battlefield.
Carlos, now with long-range support, wouldn't miss such a golden opportunity. Harry, holding the binoculars, said, "Get ready, William. Carlos is signaling me. He'll move in five seconds."
William, snapping to attention, held his breath, aiming and marveling at the seamless teamwork of these veterans, even under such tension, they still communicated through gestures.
"Ready, Carlos is moving," Harry announced.
The mercenaries, caught off guard by their brief lapse, paid the ultimate price. In just a few seconds, Carlos closed in. Suddenly, he accelerated, seeming almost superhuman, darting left and right while firing.
Carlos, capable of firing curved bullets, didn't need to face his opponents directly. He could take lethal shots from any angle, leaving his targets clueless about how they were hit.
With seven rapid shots, Carlos eliminated all seven mercenaries. Their lapse in focus had rendered William's support unnecessary.
William's excitement grew. "I must learn this skill, and I need to recruit Carlos. With such a top-tier assassin, no one could stand against me. Hopefully, this Carlos is the same one from the movies. If so, he must have a son named Wesley. If I can win over Wesley, I can control Carlos. Wesley, with his potential, could be even more valuable. If I can also recruit Fox, the character played by Jolie, it would be perfect."
Thinking about recruiting these three, William felt he could offer anything. Money was no object. If Wesley had a daughter in the future, William would ensure his son pursued her, merging their extraordinary abilities into the Devonshire family.
Lost in his thoughts, William was suddenly brought back to reality by Harry's slap on his shoulder. "What are you daydreaming about? Carlos captured someone. Go check it out. I need to head back to the academy."
William admired Harry's caution, a result of twenty years in the field. He hugged Harry tightly, thanked him, and watched him drive away after handing over the Barrett and three shell casings.
In high spirits, William walked down the hill to Carlos. His eyes were blazing with admiration, making Carlos a bit embarrassed. William quickly composed himself. "Sorry, Carlos. This is the first time I've seen someone shoot curved bullets. It's astounding. If I may ask, what would it take for you to teach me? Money, jewels, gold—anything you want, I can give you a ton of gold."
William couldn't help but make a slightly deceptive offer. Most people would be stunned by the thought of a ton of gold. But in reality, at today's market price, it was only worth about $28.125 million—pocket change for William.
Carlos smiled and shook his head, making William's heart skip a beat. Had he misjudged?
"No need, William. If you want to learn, I'll teach you for free. You might not know, but Henry saved my child's life. So, I'll help anyone from the Devonshire family unconditionally."
Hearing this, William felt a rush of relief and joy, as if he'd just drunk ice-cold soda on a scorching day. He was ecstatic, almost jumping for joy.
Seeing William's delight, Carlos felt happy too. As a rootless assassin, he craved recognition from those he respected. Seeing William's acceptance, despite his bloodstained hands, brought a smile to Carlos's face.
"Alright, William. We can catch up later. Let's deal with the situation at hand first."
"No problem, Carlos," William replied, walking to the terrified mercenary captain and delivering a sharp slap.
"Stop pretending. Your heartbeat betrays you. Tell me what you know, and I won't go after your family. Otherwise, I'll let my associate here pay them a visit. You do have a family, don't you? Last time, I met someone who didn't. Guess what happened to him?"
The dazed captain shook his head, realizing his mistake too late. He looked at the smiling William and Carlos in despair. "I threw him off a building. Keep playing dumb, and I'll hang you up and skin you."
"Alright, I knew I couldn't fool you two. I know I won't survive today. I was hoping you'd see me as useless and kill me outright, sparing my family," he confessed, disheartened. "What do you want to know? Promise not to harm my family, and I'll tell you everything."
"Good. I'm William Devonshire. I swear on my name, as long as your answers satisfy me, your family will be safe."
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