Sedes excitedly jumped up, "Exactly! If we find a suspicious vehicle or resident, we might find fingerprints or something. Let's go, let's go!"
In the hotel bathroom, William thought for a moment and decided to place the teleportation point in the National Archives bathroom. He had scanned that bathroom the night before and found no surveillance.
Moreover, the possibility of that bathroom being used in the middle of the night was extremely low. This risk was worth taking.
Opening the portal, he stepped into the bathroom. As William expected, there were hardly any guards there. William carefully avoided surveillance cameras, eventually scaling the wall out of the archives annex building, and slowly crept out along the greenbelt.
He cautiously walked towards the parking lot. After circling the perimeter of the parking lot, William was relieved that the Secret Service hadn't found it yet. After unlocking the car door with his key, William was about to start the car when he saw several vehicles speeding towards the parking lot in the distance.
These Secret Service agents really have noses like dogs; they found this place so quickly. What should I do? William didn't dare to start the car now; as soon as he did, he would be immediately discovered.
Watching the police cars getting closer and closer, William was burning with anxiety. What to do? His storage space couldn't hold this entire set of listening equipment. Should he just burn it? In less than a second, William rejected this idea.
The most important thing now was not to arouse the suspicion of the Secret Service. As long as they didn't find any problems today, he would have time to deal with this car.
What on earth should I do? William kept thinking of solutions, and suddenly noticed a drain about a meter away from him. Haha, heaven never bars all roads! William looked at the Secret Service police cars only a few hundred meters to his left, immediately opened the right car door, cast Mage Hand to open the drain cover, and threw the surveillance equipment from the car into the drain one by one.
The Secret Service agents were still in their cars, and the sirens were blaring continuously, so he wasn't afraid that making noise would be heard by them.
Regardless of whether the equipment would break, he violently tossed it in, managing to throw all the equipment into the drain before the Secret Service agents got out of their cars. Finally, he put on gloves and wiped down the car's interior.
Watching the Secret Service cars suddenly brake and stop, with a dozen people getting out, William carefully closed the car door without making a sound, slipped into the sewer, and quietly covered the manhole with Mage Hand.
This was a famous tourist area in Washington, D.C., and the surrounding facilities were well-maintained. William almost stumbled when he jumped into the sewer, not realizing it was nearly two and a half meters deep. Steadying himself against the wall, he quickly used Mage Hand to quietly cover the manhole.
Sensing the Secret Service agents entering the parking lot with his mental power, William carefully picked up the scattered equipment in the sewer and walked deeper into it. After three trips, he finally hid all the equipment. Some small, broken devices and parts William simply put into his storage space, managing to hide all the equipment just as the Secret Service agents were checking his side.
Hiding in the shadows, he cast a listening spell at the manhole and quietly listened. Within a few minutes, William heard several footsteps approaching.
"David, there's a small truck here. Let's check it first. You have headquarters check the license plate and records for this vehicle."
"Okay, Central, Central, this is Agent David, copy that, over."
"Copy that, repeat, copy that."
"Please check license plate PC2348, a red General Motors pickup truck with license plate PC2348, over."
"Understood," a minute later, a reply came over the walkie-talkie, "License plate normal, vehicle normal, over."
"Alright, let's shine our flashlights in," several people held flashlights and shined them through the car's front windshield, carefully checking several times. Finding nothing unusual, the back of the car was empty, and no suspicious items were found in the driver's or passenger seats.
"Let's go, check the other cars." After a few minutes, the voices slowly faded, and William's tense heart finally calmed down. He secretly thought, 'That was close.' It was only a matter of minutes. If he hadn't reacted quickly, it would have been real trouble if those two cars had been discovered.
After half an hour, when all the Secret Service agents had left, William confidently opened a portal in the sewer and threw all the listening equipment into his underground secret room at Oxford Castle.
Heh heh, the trouble has been eliminated. Now, he needed to completely clear himself of suspicion. William took out the business card the cleaner had given him in Paris from his storage space, opened a portal, and teleported back to the National Archives bathroom.
Dodging the cameras, he slipped out of the bathroom, stealthily opened an office, and used the phone on the desk to dial the number on the business card. The call connected within two seconds.
William, lowering his voice, said, "Catering service, two gold coins to deal with a red pickup truck outside the National Archives, license plate PC2348. Request to drive it towards the east coast. The gold coins and keys are on the driver's side tire. Thank you."
"Understood, sir. A red pickup truck, license plate PC2348. And, if I may ask, is this to distract some people? We need to confirm the specific situation."
William thought about John Wick's physique and said, "I'm not sure if anyone will be following, but it's certainly a possibility. The person doing the job should preferably be around 185 cm tall with a normal build."
"Sir, because it's a vehicle, and in Washington D.C., and your request includes an additional task, the price will be double. Do you still require our services?"
"Okay, no problem, it can be doubled."
"Understood, order accepted."
Hanging up the phone, he looked at his watch. It was already 2 AM. If his plan succeeded, his suspicion would be immediately cleared, and the Secret Service's attention would no longer be on him.
Once the suspicion was cleared, he would have plenty of time and opportunities to search for the treasure. The thought of the treasure's value made William uncontrollably excited. This was a treasure worth tens of billions of dollars, all in hard currency: gold bars, gold coins, antiques, jewelry. Just thinking about it could drive a person mad.
After a moment of secret delight, William walked into a closed room. He knew that when the portal opened, it would emit a golden light, so he was always very careful. After a mental scan revealed no surveillance, he opened the portal.
He needed to place the gold coins on the car tire. He opened a portal to the sewer he had just been in, and used Mage Hand to place four gold coins and the car keys on the car tire.
Then, in less than twenty minutes, he heard footsteps approaching.
William secretly watched from under the manhole cover as a figure dressed in black, wearing a hat and carrying two plastic buckets, quietly walked to the small truck.
The figure touched a tire, then, after getting the keys and coins, immediately opened the car door and drove off.
As William had expected, a small sedan quietly followed.
William knew that the sedan definitely contained Secret Service agents, but now the truck had nothing to do with him.
Even if the cleaner was caught, those who specialized in such cleanup operations would surely have ways and reasons to explain themselves.
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