Billionaire in Kingsman with a Marvel System

"Of course, once we've found a flaw, we can't let it go. Silva must be trying to hire someone to kill M. I want to know every move these mercenaries make. No detail should be overlooked. By keeping an eye on them, we can predict Silva's future actions."

"Understood, sir."

Sitting in his chair, he pondered whether or not to save M. After a long contemplation, he realized that whether he saved M or not didn't bring him any significant benefit. It seemed he would have to find someone with a vested interest and leverage that for his own gain. With that thought, William dialed Gareth's number.

When the call connected, he ignored Gareth's complaints and said directly, "If M dies, would that benefit you?"

"What? Are you crazy, or did I mishear you?" Gareth was shocked and fell silent after speaking.

Gareth's reaction pleased William greatly. "Haha, you didn't mishear me, and I'm definitely not crazy. It seems you really don't have much fondness for M if you didn't even bother to ask why I would want this. We should find some time to have a proper talk. Are you free to visit the castle today? I have over 70 Akhal-Teke horses at the moment. After lunch, we could go hunting."

Gareth remained silent for a few minutes before finally saying, "Do you have a good hunting rifle? I don't want to hunt with a fully automatic rifle."

"Haha, Gareth, don't forget who I am. As long as you have money, you can get anything, even hunting rifles. Just tell me which brand you prefer."

"Alright, I hate nouveau riche types. It doesn't matter which brand of hunting rifle, as long as it's handmade. I'll give my subordinates instructions, and I should be able to reach Oxford by around noon. William, as your best friend visiting for the first time, don't disappoint me with the food. See you at lunch."

"See you at lunch." After hanging up, William said, "Sunday, connect me with Phillips at the Swiss National Bank."

The call connected quickly, and Phillips respectfully said, "Good morning, Mr. Devonshire. How may I assist you today?"

"Good morning, Phillips. First, find me a Michelin three-star chef team. I have an important guest coming to the castle for lunch today."

"Certainly, sir. Please hold for a minute while I instruct my assistant to make the arrangements. I guarantee that the Michelin three-star chef team will arrive at the castle within an hour."

Within less than a minute, Phillips returned to the call and said, "Sir, the arrangements have been made. Is there anything else you need?"

"The second thing is that I need some good hunting rifles. Do you have any recommendations?" Phillips's efficiency increasingly satisfied William. Whatever task was given to him, Phillips always completed it promptly—though the fees were not cheap.

"Well..." Phillips hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "Apologies, sir. Masterfully crafted, engraved hunting rifles are very popular on the market. It typically takes over 1,000 hours of labor to make one. It's impossible to purchase a new one in just a few hours. I can only promise to find you a second-hand handcrafted rifle, but I can't guarantee it will be to your liking. Perhaps you could consider a mechanical rifle instead."

"No, I have plenty of mass-produced guns," William immediately interrupted Phillips. If he wanted mass-produced items, he could get them easily, even missiles from arms dealer Yuri Orlov.

This was socializing among nobles, and William didn't want to be ridiculed by Gareth. If other nobles found out, it would be incredibly embarrassing. "I want only handcrafted rifles, and they must be from a renowned gunsmith. Price is not an issue, understand? Let me say it again: price is not an issue. As long as the seller is willing, I'm willing to pay double, even triple. What I care about is the Devonshire family's reputation. Don't tell me you can't make it happen. Any more questions?"

Phillips wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead, thought for a moment, and then replied confidently, "Rest assured, Mr. Devonshire. I guarantee that your request will be fulfilled. I recall that President Jangreiss has several handmade Austrian Johann Fanzoi rifles in his collection. I believe you will be satisfied with them."

"Hahaha," William laughed, very pleased with Phillips's words. "That's excellent. I'm very satisfied with this result. You can handle the pricing, or let President Jangreiss decide for himself. I'm curious to see what price President Jangreiss will offer. Phillips, please extend my regards to him. If he's interested in Akhal-Teke horses, invite him to visit my castle."

"Certainly, sir. I will make sure your invitation is conveyed," Phillips replied somewhat nervously.

"So, can I expect to see the rifles by 1 PM today?" William asked for confirmation.

"No problem, sir. I'll contact President Jangreiss immediately. Once we have the rifles, we'll arrange for a transfer flight to Oxford. You'll have what you want by lunchtime. See you at noon, sir."

"See you at noon." William hung up the phone and asked Sunday to find information on Johann Fanzoi. As he read, William became increasingly delighted. This was indeed a pleasant surprise. These rifles, which resembled works of art, would never be something William would give away if they were his own.

Johann Fanzoi's family had a history of over 200 years, specializing in crafting hunting rifles for royalty, nobles, and the wealthy. Each rifle cost at least $100,000, and ordinary people had no access to the Johann Fanzoi workshop.

Since the rifles were entirely handmade, they were more like works of art compared to mechanically produced firearms.

The high aesthetic and quality of these rifles, filled with artistic beauty, captivated William. He had Sunday search the internet for reviews of master gunsmiths and discovered that a master workshop called "William Brothers" was located right in Oxford.

After seeing the finished hunting rifles they had made in previous years, William couldn't help but call the number listed online.

At first, the young female receptionist on the other end was skeptical about William's identity. But after William instructed Sunday to transfer £500,000 to their account, the young woman on the other end squealed in delight, repeatedly apologizing incoherently.

Not in the mood to humor her, William said directly, "This £500,000 is for any losses and as a deposit. After completing your existing orders, I will have priority over any future rifles made in your workshop. Any rifle you produce must first be shown to me. Only if I don't choose it can you sell it elsewhere. Understood?"

"Understood," the receptionist stammered. "Mr. Devonshire, when would you have time for us to measure your hand size, arm length, strength, and height to design a rifle that best suits you?"

"Haha, miss, I appreciate your work ethic, but I must remind you that this should be decided by your boss, right?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Devonshire. The owners of William Brothers' workshop are my father and uncle. I'm sure they wouldn't be foolish enough to refuse the opportunity to serve the Devonshire family. You will become our workshop's most esteemed customer."

"Excellent. I like clever girls. You've made a wise choice. Have your father come to the castle at 1 PM. I have something I need his help with. Goodbye."

"Certainly, Mr. Devonshire. We'll arrive at the castle on time. Goodbye, sir."

Not long after hanging up, Sunday informed William that an 11-member chef team had arrived at the castle.

"Eleven?" William was surprised to see 11 chefs in full uniform in front of him. He was somewhat bewildered. Was it really necessary to have 11 chefs just to prepare lunch for Gareth, himself, and his mother? Or was this typical for nobility?

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