After dinner in the evening, before seven o'clock, he unexpectedly received a phone call from Philip himself, inviting William to attend the farewell ceremony at Westminster Abbey at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning.

William agreed to this without much thought.

He has a good relationship with the royal family now, and he is a business partner, plus he belongs to the aristocratic class, and there is no conflict of interests, so it is certainly no problem to have the ability to protect the Philip family in this situation.

The next morning, before 6 o'clock, William, who was sleeping with Abigail in his arms, was woken up by a ringing telephone.

I picked up the phone in a daze and saw that it was Garris Mallory from the Security Committee.

As soon as he got connected, Garris apologized: "I'm sorry, William, wake you up so early, if you don't get up, then I'll call you in ten minutes, or,,."

"Stop, I'm awake".

William knew that something must be wrong, otherwise Garris, who hadn't given him a task since he became Garris's boss and even had less contact, wouldn't have called him so early.

"Okay," was snatched up by William, Garris was not angry, hesitated for a few seconds and said: "Benjamin Arthurby, the chief manager of the United States, originally planned to leave 2 hours earlier, and now there are still forty minutes to arrive at the air force airfield outside the city

The reception was supposed to be the responsibility of Director John Lancaster, but Catherine wanted you to pick up Benjamin for some reason, and if you didn't want to go, I could help you turn Catherine back."

"Outside the city, then of course I won't go, there are a lot of things going on today, and I don't have time or interest to pick up some old and beautiful managers."

William refused without thinking about it, anyway, according to the picture in his memory, Benjamin Arthur's bodyguard was Banning, the Spartan emperor, and the Bakawi family wanted to capture him alive, and the probability of hanging up was not high, even if there was an accident, William didn't care.

"Okay, I'll get back to Catherine, but," Garris hesitated for a few seconds and sighed, "If you're not busy, you'd better be with Catherine today, she's in a bit of a difficult situation right now."

"No problem, I'll keep an eye on Catherine when I'm done with my own business".

Hanging up the phone, William kissed Abigail on the face, and just wanted to leave, but was hugged by the neck by this chick.

"Sleep with me a little longer, dear".

"I'm sorry, Abi, I'm in a hurry, I can't accompany you, and remember what I said, stay at home today, and if you have something, go to the basement as I tell you."

"You're really willing to leave at this time," Abigail said with a smile as William pulled him.

"Okay, you goblin, I'm really in trouble."

Pulling away Abigail's arm around his neck, "I will supervise you on Sunday, if you dare to go out today, I will want you to look good when I come back."

"What a good look", Abigail hooked William's chin with his fingers.

"Hell", staring at Abi who could do whatever he wanted, William struggled for a moment, shook his head and got up, "If you are obedient today, I will take you to see Leonardo da Vinci's oil paintings that never appeared."

"Really", Abigail, who was thinking about how to leave William, covered his mouth in surprise when he heard this, "You didn't lie to me, dear?"

"Of course," William turned his head and smiled before standing up and taking off his pajamas before entering the dressing room, "Can I lie to you about this?

Walk into the dressing room of more than 30 square meters, put on a bulletproof shirt, tie, trousers, put on a shoulder holster, and then put on a half-length business windbreaker jacket.

Open the weapons room in the locker room with a code by the wall, take out two Caches from the weapon rack, carefully check the condition of the two guns, and put them on the table in the weapons room when they feel that they are okay.

I took ten more magazines, fastened a belt that could hold magazines, inserted ten magazines into the magazines on the left and right waists and the back of the waist, tried them, and took out the bullets and put them in the magazines.

Fascinated by the unseen Leonardo da Vinci paintings, Abigail chased him to the locker room wrapped in a velvet blanket, and as soon as he entered the locker room, he was shocked by all kinds of long and short guns and pineapples, and even bazookas and grenade launchers in the weapons room.

But she didn't care that there were weapons in the bedroom, as an old beauty, the weapons hidden in the house seemed too ordinary to her, so she didn't need to be surprised at all, but the bazookas and grenade launchers at home were too murderous.

"God, dear, with so many heavy weapons hidden in the bedroom, aren't you afraid that something will go wrong?"

"What can be the problem", glancing at Abigail, whose eyes began to glow, William shook his head, this chick looks a little weak on the outside, but it is a little big on the inside,

Not only was he not frightened by a room full of weapons, but he looked eager to try.

William thought for a few seconds before turning into the air, "On Sunday, all weapons rooms in the house are forbidden to develop to Abigail unless there is an emergency, and she is forbidden to touch any weapons alone."

"OKAY, SIR, THE ORDER TO FORBID MISS ABIGAIL FROM TOUCHING THE WEAPON TO ACCEPT", A SUNDAY VOICE RANG OUT IN THE WEAPONS ROOM.

"Stingy", Abigail glared at William, "you won't let me play, won't I go to the shooting range by myself?"

"It's up to you to go to the shooting range to be instructed by someone, and if I have time, it's not impossible to teach you how to play with a gun by myself, but it's absolutely forbidden for you to try weapons alone."

As he spoke, William reloaded the magazine, "Click, click", and 17 rounds of a magazine could be loaded in less than ten seconds in his hand, and Abigail was dumbfounded.

"Honey, how many years have you been playing with guns, and how fast you can reload?"

This question made William pause, and lied with his eyes open, "Since I was 12 years old, I have been playing with guns for about 10,000 rounds a year."

"Tens of thousands of rounds?" Abigail thought silently and was shocked, "That's not an average of 27 rounds a day, God, no wonder you're so skilled."

After speaking, seeing William insert the magazines on the two pistols into his armpits, Abigail reacted, "No, do you need to bring a gun when you go out today?"

"Today, the upper echelons of England will attend James's funeral, and the devil knows if there will be any emergencies, so it's better to be prepared, lest there is no weapon to fight back when something happens."

After packing up his gun and magazine, buttoning his trench coat, and standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass mirror to look at it, he turned to Abigail and said, "Don't stand, help me tie my tie."

"Haha," Abigail laughed when he heard this, wrapped himself in a velvet blanket and walked up to William, took his tie, and teased, "There are still things you're not good at, otherwise I'd have thought you'd be a monster."

"Smack", William slapped the round place behind Abigail.

"I hate it, if you move your hands and feet, you will tie the tie yourself", Abigail, who was helping William tie the tie, glared at William coquettishly

"Is it appropriate to call your man a monster?"

"You were meant to be a monster".

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