Seeing William's inquiring look, Garris said, "There is an archive room with a low level of confidentiality in the basement of the London Library, which contains various personnel files."
"Can I see these confidential materials now?" William said
Garris nodded and said, "This can be considered a benefit for us insiders. A lot of information is kept by the secret forces of our nobles. I still have the right to open some information to you.
But William, many of our people now know your true identity, so you must keep it secret. Some old guys are waiting to see you make a fool of yourself."
William was unhappy with Garris's teasing look. "Go to hell, Garris," William didn't know why these guys had to form a hidden group of their own. Is it necessary? This group hasn't appeared in ten years.
"Is it really necessary for me to create a group? Wouldn't it be better to just give me an identity? I don't want to go through so much trouble anyway."
Garris was silent for a moment, then lowered his voice to William, "Originally, if the Earl of Oxford could have given birth to his own heir, you wouldn't have had to do anything, and the formation of Group W would have been handed over to him. But in the past ten years, he hasn't been able to seize the opportunity God has given him. Without an heir, the uncertainty is too great, and no one would trust him with our secrets. Coupled with Henry's arrangements, this obligation falls back on you, Henry's heir. In short, as long as you have this identity, it will be very convenient to do many things in the name of the government.
William, our current situation is very difficult. Many people want to replace us. We need strength to protect ourselves. Many of us have secret groups like yours. We are just trying to ensure our right to live. Only with power can we feel at ease.
William fell silent after hearing Garris's words. He thought to himself, "Yes, isn't the fundamental purpose of all human activities to survive? Even if I don't have a system, I have too many opportunities to become a millionaire after rebirth. If I want to keep my wealth and family, I must have the power to protect myself. I can use this opportunity to build my own power. This is the same as the original intention of Garris and others.
He should also consider how to guard against the hands reaching out to him from the dark, and magic is not omnipotent. William does not want to be exposed to the public unless it is absolutely necessary. He does not want to become the public enemy of the world like the mutants in the movies, because then too many people will want to obtain the power of magic from him.
But if it really comes to a life-and-death moment, William will not show mercy. After all, this world is a movie world, not the great Celestial Empire of his previous life. If he wants to destroy it, he will destroy it. Then he will take his mother Lina away through a portal, hiding his identity, and then go back for revenge. He wants to see who can withstand the constant revenge of a magician who can appear anytime and anywhere.
After William and Garris separated, I figured out why Garris and the others had to form their own small group.
This made William feel a lot more at ease. Isn't it just a semi-private armed force hidden in the government? After finding so many excuses to cover it up, it seems that the situation of Garris and his fellows is still very difficult, and the power in their hands has to turn to the dark.
As long as their interests are not affected, these groups hidden in various departments are legitimate government forces. After all, they are also English. But if someone wants to eliminate people like Garris, then these hidden groups will become knives in the hands of Garris and others, chopping at their enemies.
William drove to the London Library and showed his ID from the power company. The staff then understood and took William to the underground archives.
After teaching William how to use the computer, the staff went about their own business. William looked at the information on the police, troops, and even mercenaries listed on the computer. Curiously, he clicked on the mercenary information. Wow, why is there so much mercenary information? William flipped through it and suddenly saw a face that couldn't be more familiar.
All I saw was a big, expressionless man with a Van Dyke-style beard, a muscular body, skulls and crows tattooed on his arms, and a beret on his head. He looked like a middle-aged man who was not to be trifled with.
According to the information, Barney Ross is good at fighting and charging, and has a gun-drawing skill of firing 6 shots in 1 second. The name of the mercenary is: Suicide Squad.
William was speechless. Isn't this the Expendables played by Sylvester Stallone? This guy in this world is really called Barney Ross.
His team members include Christmas Lee (Jason Statham), Yin Yang (Jet Li), Caesar (Terry Crews), Turnpike (Randy Couture), and Gunnar Jensen (Dolph Lundgren).
This is really unexpected. William found Uncle Stallone's expressionless face funny.
A commander, a SAS member of the England Special Air Service, a close combat expert, a long-range weapons expert, a demolition expert, and a proficient long-range sniper. Although they are all old guys, each of these guys is a master, with a 100% mission completion rate and a high fee, at least 1 million US dollars for one mission.
William got up and went to the archives to find all the information about the Suicide Squad. Looking at Christmas Lee's information, he picked up the phone and called Christmas.
Beep, beep, the call was connected after a few rings.
"Hello, hello there," Christmas' voice came from the phone.
"Hello, Christmas, my name is William Devonshire, Director of Security for the British MI6, soldier number s1967726, Christmas Lee. Can we chat sometime?"
William thought about not mentioning his real name, but then he decided not to. After he took over Group W, his identity was already public in the eyes of some guys, because the Devonshire family had controlled Group W for more than 140 years, and those who were capable of knowing probably knew it. As long as William hid what he did, no one would know what he wanted to do.
"Damn it, how did you know me? And your name is William Devonshire? The heir to Earl Devonshire, a billionaire. Are you kidding me, man? This is not funny at all. Please find a reliable identity when you want to cheat people." After saying that, Christmas hung up the phone.
William called back with a smile.
"Damn it, I told you to stop bothering me, if you keep bothering me, I'll beat you up."
William didn't waste any time talking to Christmas and said directly, "Christmas Lee, formerly known as Jess Statham, was born on July 26, 1967, at St. Mary's Hospital in London, England. He learned Wing Chun, Karate, and Taekwondo. He joined the English Army in 1987 and the Special Air Service (SAS) three years later. He participated in 31 battles and retired due to injury in 1997. Six months later, he joined Barney Ross's Deathmatch. His parents work in London. He has a sister who married in Manchester and has three children. He is good at throwing knives. Jess Statham, do you want me to say more? My information still shows your parents' names, where they work and where they live."
"Okay, sir, soldier S1967726 reports to you. What are your instructions?" Christmas was frightened by William at this time. He used to be a member of SAS. His information was confidential. Not everyone could check his information. Moreover, he was a mercenary. If his enemies knew the information of his relatives, he would not be able to survive.
Christmas thought, could it really be someone from the British Military Intelligence Agency looking for me? There are so many experts in the army, why would they look for a retired old guy like me?
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