Billionaire in Kingsman with a Marvel System

After Bloomley and Bond left, Catherine addressed William and Gareth, "Gentlemen, since we share the same goals and ambitions, let me be frank: I don't want that traitor Silva to make it alive to the interrogation room. If he survives, it will be a testament to how incompetent the Special Branch is under my leadership, and that's not something I can afford. So, make sure he's taken care of."

"No problem," William said with a smile as he stood up and buttoned his suit jacket. "Anyone standing in the way of our profits should be sent to heaven. Let's meet at 6 PM at Gordon's restaurant in Chelsea."

Catherine felt an inexplicable sense of reassurance from William's confidence. She smiled warmly, stood up, and personally saw William and Gareth out. As they parted, she said, "If you need anything, just give me a call. As long as it's reasonable, anything goes."

"Thank you, see you at the restaurant," William replied.

"Yes, see you at the restaurant."

After shaking hands with Catherine, William and Gareth quickly headed to the parking lot. Once in the car, Gareth said, "Are you really planning to involve Catherine? You know she's notorious for being ruthless. Don't be fooled by how eager she seems now because of the money. If you ever stand in her way, she won't hesitate to throw you under the bus."

William laughed and shook his head. "Buddy, do I need her to be kind to me? No, I don't. As long as I stay out of politics, there won't be any fundamental conflict between us. As long as Catherine helps me make money, I don't even need her to bend the rules for the new company."

Starting the car, William buckled his seatbelt and followed Sunday's directions toward the commando team's location. "The same goes for you, Gareth. I won't have any fundamental conflicts with you either. I need your connections and help with navigating policies. The rest is just a matter of money, isn't it? As long as the money is spent in the right places, the amount spent is secondary. And making money is as easy for me as hunting wild boar."

As they talked, the car's radio interrupted with a news bulletin. It reported that Davis had been secretly buying African blood diamonds at prices ten to twenty times below market value for decades.

Hearing the expected outcome, William burst into laughter. After listening for a few minutes, he noticed Gareth's focused expression. A thought crossed William's mind, and he smiled slyly. "Look, here's a money-making opportunity. Don't say I didn't warn you—you must have a family fund, right?"

Gareth nodded, his eyes gleaming as he waited for William to continue.

"Don't look at me like that. This has nothing to do with me, but it is indeed a chance to make money. I heard that many powerful groups are unhappy with Davis's large-scale secret acquisition of blood diamonds, which indirectly funds rebel forces. So, when I got this information, I gave those groups a little nudge, and they're now ready to pounce on Davis."

"Why be so cryptic? You're just taking advantage of the chaos and profiting from the situation," Gareth retorted.

After a moment of pretense, Gareth asked, "Isn't it too late to enter the futures market now? Traders aren't fools—once negative news like this breaks, who would want to buy declining futures contracts?"

"No, buddy," William corrected. "There are no fools in the futures market, only winners and losers. Today's news is just the first shot; the key evidence hasn't been released yet. So now is the last chance to short Davis's stock."

Gareth asked skeptically, "Why would anyone bet against short sellers at this point?"

William explained with a grin, "Davis has been implicated in blood diamond scandals more than once or twice. Over the past few decades, every few years, there's news linking Davis to blood diamonds, but none have ever stuck. Davis usually responds by buying back shares when the stock price drops to a certain level, then announces the discovery of a rare, gem-quality diamond from their existing mines or some previously undisclosed diamond deposit. These positive announcements always send the stock price soaring. So, based on past experience, some will take the risk and buy up the shorts. But this time, Davis is doomed. Their rivals have all the details—how they bought, smuggled, processed, and sold the diamonds, even evidence of transactions conducted by Davis's top executives. If I were you, I'd get on the phone right now and order your people to short Davis. I can guarantee at least a 30% profit."

"Are you sure?" Gareth asked nervously.

"Absolutely," William replied confidently. "I'm giving you a heads-up as a friend."

Thinking about how William had become a billionaire in less than a year, Gareth felt a pang of urgency. "Alright, drop me off at the next intersection. I'll leave Silva to you—no problem, right?"

"No problem," William replied, stopping the car at the intersection. As Gareth got out, William gave him a pointed reminder, "If you want to make a fortune, keep your mouth shut."

Gareth responded seriously, "Of course, I won't tell anyone. Good luck."

"Get to Gordon's restaurant early to secure a table. I'll join you as soon as I'm done. Bye."

As William watched in the rearview mirror, Gareth immediately pulled out his phone to make a call. William couldn't help but chuckle to himself, knowing that Gareth, with his personality, wouldn't resist bringing others in to share the risk and the rewards.

These aristocrats and capitalists wouldn't care whether Davis was a domestic company if there was money to be made. They'd pounce on the opportunity and bite down hard. William had started positioning himself over a month ago, so their involvement wouldn't affect his profits; if anything, it would help confuse the situation and serve as a distraction, reducing the chances of William being exposed.

Otherwise, William wouldn't have been so generous in helping Gareth make money. As for setting Gareth up, it didn't even count as that. After all, he was still making a profit, so he had no reason to complain.

In high spirits, William arrived at the commando team's observation point. He got into a medium truck and greeted Barney and Christmas.

Barney briefed him, "Boss, we've split into three teams. Caesar and Roadblock are in a vehicle three kilometers ahead, positioned at the highway entrance. Gunner is stationed outside the warehouse with a sniper rifle, and Yin Yang is acting as his spotter. Christmas and I are on standby, ready to move in as needed."

"Good," William said, looking at the monitor in front of him. He saw Silva typing away at a computer and asked Barney, "Who is he communicating with?"

Barney shrugged and replied, "Sorry, Boss, I don't have the clearance. If you want to know, you'll have to ask Sunday directly."

William snapped his fingers, and Sunday's voice filled the truck's interior. "Sir, to access the network, I need authorization."

"Request approved."

A few minutes later, Sunday reported, "Sir, I've traced Silva's network connection. He's communicating with someone named Ernest Blofeld, discussing the details of M's death."

"Does Silva suspect the commando team?" William asked, cutting Sunday off.

"No, Sir."

Barney and Christmas both sighed in relief, and William smiled. "Continue."

"Understood, Sir. Ernest Blofeld's real name is Franz Oberhauser. He is the biological son of Bond's foster father, Hans Oberhauser, and the current head of Spectre."

"Wow, if Bond finds out, this is going to be interesting. Where is Franz now?"

"Italy."

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