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"What do you mean, 'what's coming will come'?" William asked, puzzled. "Did drinking mess with your brain, making you think I'd actually be kind enough to help clean up the Special Branch's mess?"

Hearing this, Craig's tone became more animated. "You're really not here to take care of me?"

"Damn it, I'm in Oxford right now. I've got a new horse waiting to compete in the St. Leger Stakes in September, and I'm also about to take over Chelsea. I'm calling you because I need you to get your ass back to England and finish the job you left incomplete."

Craig let out a huge sigh of relief, realizing he wasn't going to die. However, when he thought about the mission, his tone turned somber. "Is Lawson dead?"

"Who?"

"The Special Branch chief in Morocco. He was my friend. I left him behind in a room because of the mission."

"Wait, let me check." William addressed the air, "Sunday, log into my Special Branch account. Username XXX, password XXX. Pull up Lawson's file and see if he's dead."

"Understood, SIR." A few seconds later, Sunday responded, "SIR, Lawson is confirmed dead."

"Sorry, Craig. Lawson is confirmed dead. Maybe you can come back and continue the mission, and while you're at it, avenge him."

William didn't know who Lawson was and felt no emotional burden over the man's death. His only concern was using revenge to motivate Craig to continue the mission. "You must have seen the news by now. Ten days ago, the Special Branch headquarters was bombed, and just last night, two agents were beheaded by those desert rats. Don't you have any thoughts on this?"

Craig took a large gulp from the wine glass handed to him by his female companion. "Ha, I'm done for. That bullet hit my right clavicle, and the fragments are still lodged in my body. Every time I exert any force with my right arm, it's excruciating. I can't even hold a gun properly anymore. What good would I be if I went back? Just to get myself killed?"

William chuckled. "I'm only asking if you want to go on the mission. If you do, I can help you with your injury. If not, I won't reveal your whereabouts out of respect for our past collaboration. But I have to remind you, Morocco isn't exactly the best place to retire."

Craig was silent for several minutes before he finally said, "Thank you, William."

"No problem. I'll be in Oxford for two days. I hope you'll decide to fulfill your responsibilities. Good luck, my friend."

After hanging up, William called Barney, the leader of the Expendables in Singapore, instructing them to pick up the weapons and equipment in Malaysia. William had to prepare for the possibility that Craig might not return, meaning he'd have to handle the mission himself.

What troubled William the most was that he had no idea where the mastermind behind this was. He vaguely remembered that the mastermind was a former English agent who had defected and was hiding in Asia, with his base on an island. The problem was that the island in the movie didn't actually exist—it had been added using special effects.

"Sunday, help me search for abandoned islands in Asia. The island should have several six- or seven-story buildings and was previously inhabited but abandoned due to a chemical leak."

"Task accepted and processing." William went upstairs, took a bath, and had a glass of whiskey, but still hadn't received a report from Sunday. It seemed finding the island wasn't going to be easy. "Sunday, how many islands fit my description?"

"SIR, according to your criteria, there are 631 abandoned islands in Asia that were once inhabited. Of those, 174 have high-rise buildings, and 6 were abandoned due to chemical leaks."

"Display them one by one on the projector in the study. I'll head over after I change into my pajamas."

"Understood, SIR."

William dried his hair with a towel, put on his pajamas, poured himself a glass of whiskey, and walked into the study. As soon as he entered, images of islands appeared on the wall. "Show them one by one."

"Yes, SIR."

William stood behind the projector with his glass in hand, carefully reviewing each image. After going through them all, none of the islands matched his memory. Thinking something was off, he suddenly said, "Sunday, replay them."

As the images of the six islands, devastated by chemical leaks, replayed, William suddenly realized that the mastermind's base hadn't actually been affected by a chemical leak. He had just wanted the island as his base and spread rumors of a chemical leak to scare off all the residents. That's why the island was still relatively intact.

"Damn, how am I supposed to find it now?" William angrily took a few gulps of whiskey and said, "Sunday, use my Special Branch account to search for agents who have died in recent years."

"Yes, SIR, task in progress." Soon, the projector displayed a list of photos on the wall. William stared at the wall for a while before saying, "Stop."

"That's the one," William said with a grin as he looked at a photo on the wall. "Sunday, I'm authorizing you to use any means necessary, as long as you remain undetected, to track down this bastard named Silva. I want to know everything about him."

"Understood, SIR. Task accepted. Estimated completion time is six hours. As your system butler, I recommend you get some rest. I'll report the results to you when you wake up."

William glanced at the clock on his desk. "It's already midnight. Alright, wake me up at 8:30 in the morning."

"Understood. Goodnight, SIR."

Returning to the master bedroom, William finished the whiskey in his glass, rinsed his mouth, and went to bed.

The next morning, at 8:30 sharp, William was awakened by Sunday. After freshening up and having breakfast, he walked into his study, sat on the sofa, and said, "Let's get started."

"Alright, SIR. Silva's original name wasn't found because the Special Branch headquarters was bombed, and the servers haven't been reconnected yet. If you need the information, I recommend checking the archives."

"No need. I'm not interested in what his real name is. Did you find any trace of Silva?"

"Apologies, SIR. I've only found that Silva was last seen at the Golden Dragon Hotel in an Asian gambling city. The hotel is managed by a woman named Sévérine. Some classified documents indicate that Silva was arrested by an East Asian country in 1991 for cyberattacks on other countries. He was abandoned by M five months later, which is likely why he defected. However, I couldn't find any information on how Silva escaped.

After escaping, Silva served a secret organization, secretly participating in several power shifts in African countries. He also used cyberattacks to profit from the stocks of several multinational corporations and even managed to shut down satellites using the network. However, because of his stock profits, I was able to trace his accounts to several private Swiss banks. Recently, some funds were transferred from one of these accounts to an underground bank in England, where the recipient was a broker who specializes in providing manpower. SIR, would you like me to monitor this broker?"

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