Billionaire in Kingsman with a Marvel System

After noon, William met with Garris, who had specially rushed over. As soon as they met, Garris asked, "How is it?"

William smiled and said, "If you're asking about combat ability, Bond isn't quite ready yet. But I believe only he can catch the opponent this time. For the plan, I need you to play a role in front of everyone."

Garris looked at William in confusion. "Play a role? What do you mean?"

"We can all guess that the opponent is someone who knows us very well. He might be one of us or used to be one of us. It's even possible that our organization has already been infiltrated by them. So, let's turn the tables and put on a show. We'll let the traitor believe that there might be a super soldier who could betray us just like he did, and see how he reacts."

"A defection?" Garris's eyes lit up.

"Exactly. If he wants to win someone over, he has to show sincerity—power, money, women, all could be discussed. But at the very least, he'd have to meet with Bond."

Garris finally relaxed, showing a rare smile. "Very good. I knew I was right to come to you. You're a natural at this. Thanks."

"Save the flattery. I'm doing the job, but don't forget your end of the deal. If I don't get what's due to me afterwards, you'll be in big trouble, my friend."

"Don't worry. I was just about to tell you—I've already got the signed documents from the big boss and the finance chief. For the next year, all your investments entering England will enjoy tax exemption."

"A year?" William suddenly grabbed Garris by the collar, pulling him close. "What can I do with just one year?"

"Just one year," Garris stared into William's eyes. "A year is enough time for you to transfer the $1 to $2 billion you've got stashed away in Swiss banks back to England. Don't push it. You can't just think about yourself without considering our risks. Don't forget, we're allies. You wouldn't put your own interests above the life and death of your allies, would you?"

These words eased William's mind. After thinking it over, he understood Garris's point. They weren't idiots; they wouldn't let William shamelessly take advantage. The $2 billion exemption would already save him over $500 million.

Releasing his grip on Garris, William hesitated for a moment, then angrily said, "Damn it. My first plan involves bringing in about $3 billion to England. Looks like I'll have to do some maneuvering with offshore companies."

"What?" Garris looked at William in shock. "Damn, you still claim you're not God's favored son? How long has it been since you made your fortune? Seven or eight months? How could you possibly have earned such a large sum? Did you rob a bank, or is that money of questionable origin? William, you'd better think it through—some things, once you're involved, you can't get out of."

"Screw you. Do I look like an idiot to you? Do I need to launder money for others? If I had to do that, I'd rather just rob them," William grumbled. "Can you handle $3 billion? Don't let your big boss step down after I transfer the funds back."

"It's a bit tricky. We didn't expect you to have so much money. $2 billion is definitely not a problem. Why don't you just set up a trust fund? That would save a lot of trouble. I can't believe someone like you hasn't considered a fund yet."

He had already entrusted the family fund to MasterCard & Associates. Even though he didn't want to use the fund's money for charity in England, with wealth like his, using a fund to avoid taxes was inevitable.

"Forget it. I can still do quite a bit with $2 billion if I use it wisely."

William checked his watch. "There are about twenty minutes left before Bond's psychological test starts. Interested in watching?"

"Of course. That's why I came—to see Bond's condition for myself," Garris paused for a few seconds and added, "Are you sure Bond is up to it? What if he really becomes discontent and…"

"Don't worry. I'll keep an eye on him. Bond knows he was shot by accident, and his best friend was killed by the enemy. I can tell he really wants revenge."

"Let's go. We'll see how Bond's psychological test goes first."

William took Garris to the interrogation room, where they stood behind a large one-way mirror. After a while, M and her assistant Bill knocked and entered. They exchanged brief greetings, and soon, Bond walked into the interrogation room.

As soon as he entered, Bond smirked at the one-way mirror, knowing someone was watching him from behind it.

He then sat down with a defiant look on his face, glaring at the psychological expert opposite him. He had never liked these interviews, and now, cooperating with William's plan, his displeasure was written all over his face.

"Hello, Mr. Bond. You can call me Bob. Let's start with some simple word associations. For example, when I say 'a day,' you might respond with…"

Before Bob could finish, Bond interrupted impatiently, "Waste."

Bob looked at Bond helplessly. With such a lack of cooperation, he couldn't possibly give a proper evaluation.

"Alright, let's continue. 'Gun.'"

"Fire."

"Special agent."

"Spy."

"Woman."

"Female spy."

Hearing this, William couldn't help but laugh, earning disapproving glares from M and Bill. "Sorry, I didn't expect Mr. Bond to be so humorous."

"Heart."

"Fatal."

"Bird."

"Sky."

"M."

"Old hag."

Hearing this, both Garris and William turned to look at M, but she showed no signs of anger. Instead, she seemed worried.

"Sunshine."

"Swimming."

"Moonlight."

"Dancing."

"Murder."

"Work."

"Country."

"England."

"Falling from a height."

This last phrase made Bond think of when he was shot by his partner and fell off the bridge. His expression immediately changed, his mouth twitching as he showed a pained look. Standing up, he said, "We're done," and walked up to the mirror before leaving the interrogation room.

Garris, displeased, said to William, "This is what you call 'no problem'?"

William was taken aback by the sudden question, then quickly understood what Garris meant. He mentally noted that Garris, as expected from someone involved in politics, was indeed a good actor.

Shrugging, William let out a light laugh and said nothing more.

Garris pretended to be at a loss with William, then turned to M and said, "Maybe I'm an outsider, but is this what you consider to be 'progress'?"

Faced with the criticism, M was speechless. Swallowing, she said, "Let's discuss this in the office."

They all left the interrogation room, and as they passed the lobby, they saw Bond chatting casually with a young Black woman. M, annoyed, gave Bill a nod. Bill understood and walked over to Bond, saying, "Come with me."

Bond nodded and turned to the woman, saying, "Here's some advice: When you're aiming at a moving target, take better aim. Not everyone is as easygoing as I am."

"Then I'll give you some advice: The next time someone's aiming at you, you'd better stand still and raise your hands."

"Haha," William, still in the lobby, couldn't help but laugh out loud when he heard this. As Bond approached, William said, "Craig, you need to understand that times have changed. Being a special agent is no longer a glamorous job. Nowadays, girls won't throw themselves at you just because you're an agent. Piss them off, and they'll send bullets your way instead."

"Heh," Bond rolled his eyes at William, then followed the chuckling Bill to M's office.

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