William ignored Pierce's joke and drank leisurely in the bar until the match between Chelsea and the Magpies ended. He drank the last bit of whiskey in his glass in one gulp, paid the bill, and got up to go back to his hotel room.
After taking a shower, William thought that he was lucky to meet Pierce today. Although this guy was a little weird, the joke was nothing. He just liked to say his name like in the movie. It didn't bother him in any way. Never mind. Just treat it as a special hobby of a big star. It was just a pity that he didn't ask Pierce for an autograph.
William opened the hotel computer and searched for Pierce Brosnan. He wanted to find out what Pierce was doing in London and find a chance to ask Pierce for an autograph. When he opened the website, there were many guys named Pierce Brosnan, but none of them was the one he had just met in the bar.
Oh my god, what's going on? How could it be gone? Pierce is a big star, how could I not find his name?
William was just about to type 007 when his brain was suddenly startled. William raised his hand on the keyboard suddenly and came to his senses. This was his mental power reminding him that there was danger.
William quickly stood up from his chair, looked at the hotel room nervously, hid outside the window where he couldn't be seen, and used his mental power to scan the hotel room and the six-story building 20 meters in front of the hotel.
After becoming a junior mage, his mental power can sense a distance of more than 20 meters and almost 30 meters.
He was staying in a Hilton business room on the 12th floor. The building opposite was not even half the height of his room. After a mental scan, William did not feel that anyone was facing him from the opposite building, and it was impossible for the 6th floor to stare at the 12th floor.
After scanning the corridor of the hotel room again, William still didn't sense anyone. He didn't know what was going on.
How could his mental power send him a warning of danger? William stood at the corner by the window and wondered silently what was going on.
Suddenly William remembered that his mental power gave him an alert when he wanted to input 007, and then he thought of the guy in the bar who said he was James Bond and that he was not Pierce Brosnan.
William suddenly felt like he was beaten up, and suddenly realized that this was not the world of his previous life. If that guy was really James Bond, everything would make sense. Damn, then my room must be monitored by someone, and the computer must be monitored by someone, otherwise my mental power would not alert me, because there is no 007 movie in this world, but there is a real 007, and Mr. Bond has appeared in front of him.
This time, William carefully used his mental power to scan his room repeatedly. Fortunately, there were no cameras or anything. The cameras in 2000 could not be as small as those in the later market. However, he still found a bug in the hotel phone.
Damn it! William now knew that he was really being monitored. His brain quickly recalled where he had exposed himself. He thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure it out. If there was a problem, it could only be the few times he practiced magic in the dormitory. Fortunately, he was cautious and this dumb system was powerful. He learned magic without practicing it over and over again, reducing the possibility of being exposed.
But, damn it, I was too careless. William scanned the room again, but still didn't find any cameras or anything like that. He pulled the curtains and walked to the door of the room to scan the corridor and a dozen nearby guest rooms, but found nothing wrong.
William put on his coat, walked out of the room and headed for the stairs. He didn't take the elevator. He knew this common sense. Fortunately, it was only 2000 and the Hilton Hotel didn't have so many cameras. He walked all the way down, scanning with his mental power as he walked.
I scanned each floor one by one and found nothing unusual when I reached the 4th floor. It's the off-season now and not many people are staying in the hotel.
There were three floors where no one lived, and William did not find any suspicious people on the other four floors. If the agent was staying in the Hilton Hotel to monitor him, he would not have done so without surveillance equipment.
In the stairwell on the 4th floor, William's mental power scanned and detected a courier truck parked on the street beside the hotel. How could there be a courier truck parked next to the hotel at such a late hour?
There is a problem. William thought about the spy movies he had seen. Weren't those agents monitoring their targets in freight trucks like this?
William went down to the second floor and didn't go down again. On the side of the second floor close to the express truck, William used the magician's hand to open a storage room against the wall.
After entering, he carefully opened the window of the utility room, trying to see if he could hear anything. However, after listening for half a minute, the sound was only faint, and he could not hear clearly what was being said in the courier truck. What should he do? William searched for the magic in the system in his mind.
I found it. According to the system's description, it is to simulate one's mental power like a stethoscope. Mental power is invisible and ordinary people cannot see or touch it.
William tried to use his mental power to simulate a diagnostic head ten times larger and stick it on the car's glass, with the other side connected to his ear, and the sound came immediately.
After listening for more than ten minutes, he didn't hear anything, just some trivial things. William waited for almost half an hour and finally heard something useful.
"Pete, this guy must have fallen asleep. Why hasn't he made any noise for over an hour?"
"Why do you care if he sleeps or not? I'm asking why the higher-ups asked us to monitor this guy. He's just an ordinary college student. What's there to monitor?"
"Hey, you don't know?"
"You know what, there's something wrong with this guy?"
"I don't know about that. This guy seems to have been on our watch list for many years, but we haven't seen anything special about him, so we haven't paid much attention to him in the past few years. But recently, this guy has made some noise, and the higher-ups asked us to pay attention to him again. I heard from the guy who was monitoring during the day that this guy designed a game in the hotel conference room this morning, and the bid was 100 million pounds. The fat Richard who was on duty had a look of ignorance. You know, it was Richard who was paying attention to William Devonshire before. If he had been paying attention to William, Richard might have bought the game directly when it was first made, and he would have really made it. But who made him not pay any attention to William Devonshire in the past two years? Seeing his depressed look during the shift change was really hilarious."
"One hundred million, are you kidding me? What kind of game can sell for one hundred million pounds?"
"It seems to be called Plants vs. Zombies, I don't know why"
"What? I know the game Plants vs. Zombies. I've even played it. It turns out this guy designed it. Damn it! How could this game possibly sell for 100 million pounds?"
"Then I don't know."
The noise in the car stopped for a few minutes, and a guy sighed and said, "I just looked at this guy's information. There's nothing wrong with him. He grew up in London from a single-parent family. He has always had good grades and has won many awards. He doesn't have a girlfriend and stays in the library and dormitory all day. What problems can there be for such a person? Why are the higher-ups paying attention to him? But mixed-race people are prone to producing handsome men and beautiful women. This guy is so handsome and doesn't have a girlfriend. There must be something wrong with him. But what does this have to do with our Military Intelligence Bureau?"
"Didn't you see the last part, idiot?"
"I've seen it, what's the problem?"
"You're only suited for field work. You didn't see how this game was made, idiot. Look, this game was developed by this guy named William alone in less than half a month.
He designed, programmed, and even created the cartoon characters of plants and zombies in just half a month. I heard from the cybersecurity guys in the bureau that even if all the people in their department put together, it would take at least several months to create it.
And that's only if they know the design ideas."
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"This guy is so powerful, no wonder the higher-ups are paying attention to him."
"Of course, otherwise why would we be monitoring him? It seems the higher-ups want to accept him and they value him very much. Didn't you see Bond came here with us? I don't know what conclusion Bond will come after interacting with this guy."
"But he is a mixed-race child. He has Chinese blood."
"Damn it, Pete, what era is this? You are being racist!"
"Nono, I'm not racist. My current girlfriend is a chocolate beauty. Do you think I'm racist?"
"Hey, who knows? For a guy like you, as long as she's a beautiful woman, you don't care about her skin color. You'll change your girlfriend every few months."
"Go to hell, I also want a stable girlfriend, but who knows when she'll go on a mission, and I often won't see her for months. Do you think I want that?"
"I think you just want to change every month."
"Damn it, you slander me"
At this moment, a cell phone vibrated in the car. One guy answered the phone and said to another: "Someone will come to take over our shift soon. Bond has gone back to the head. Let's go back and report to them."
"That's great! I can get a good night's sleep after the report. I didn't go to bed until 1 a.m. yesterday, and my boss woke me up before 6 a.m."
"Hey, you slept at your girlfriend's place yesterday, so you can do it, you didn't get fucked by her."
"Go to hell, or I'll beat you up"
Then the sound of two people quarreling came from the car. William listened for another half an hour and didn't hear anything useful, so he quietly returned to his room.
After entering the hotel room, William breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not about discovering that he could do magic, otherwise there would not be only a group of two people to monitor him.
He probably wanted to accept him into the Military Intelligence Bureau and came to test him. But William couldn't figure out why Bond came to see him, and said that he had been paying attention to him for many years. Was he really here to test him?
William was a little skeptical. He thought there must be something about him that Bond was interested in. What exactly was it? He thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out. Many of his ideas had no way to be verified. He didn't dare to approach these people on his own. That would be like telling them directly, "I know you're watching me." Then the MI6 would be thinking, "How could you, an ordinary college student, know we're watching you? Tell us how you knew."
William couldn't help but shudder at the thought of this. He didn't want to cause trouble for himself at the critical moment of selling the game, so he just pretended to know nothing.
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