Holding the broken wine glass, William shook his hand, rolled up all the pieces of the wine glass with mental power and threw them into the trash, took a wine glass and poured a glass of wine, drank for more than an hour, and reported on Sunday that McCall had gotten on the plane to Thailand, and William went back to the bedroom to sleep.

In New York, at 7 a.m. the next day, Susan Plummer, who had just gotten up and freshened up, was planning to pack some luggage, take it to the office in the morning to report to the office, and after noon, she took her luggage directly to the airport and flew to London to meet McCall.

Susan has been uneasy for the past few days since she received a secret email from McCall requesting a meeting in the Oxford University Library, and judging from the fact that McCall did not call her and only dared to send secret emails, Susan knew that the matter was important and dangerous.

So she has been hesitating for the past two days, as a semi-retired secret service officer, she doesn't know whether she should risk her life to meet McCall, and in the end, friendship and decades of professional instinct in the secret service triumphed over fear and decided to meet McCall.

But before I started to pack my luggage, I habitually picked up my mobile phone and looked at it, and found that there was a text message with an unknown number on my phone, and when I opened it, I realized that the message was sent by McCall from Thailand, and the content was that he took William's mission to Thailand, and the mission goal was to read the eight-faced Buddha in Thailand.

Seeing that Susan was busy dialing the new number, she instinctively thought that her mobile phone was a C1A encrypted mobile phone, which must be safe, but she didn't know that everything she had had been monitored by Sunday for a long time.

William didn't take the initiative to spy on McCall in order not to make him suspicious, but as soon as the call was made, he learned about McCall's new mobile phone in Thailand on Sunday.

As soon as Susan's cell phone called, William's ears rang out in the ears of William, who was far away in London, "SIR, Susan Plummer is calling McCall" and then the sound of a "beep, beep, beep" phone connection came from the earphones.

Perhaps Susan's phone is a satellite-encrypted phone, and it is easier and faster to hack Susan's phone signal on Sundays that can directly hack into the satellite.

The call was quickly connected, and William heard the conversation between McCall and Susan in his ears.

"Hello, Susan, good morning," McCall said.

Hearing that it was indeed McCall's voice, Susan, who was a little uneasy, finally breathed a sigh of relief and smiled "Good morning, oh no, you should be noon, good afternoon, McCall".

"Haha", after the two said hello, Susan asked, "So you are working for William Devon Hill?"

"Zi, zi, zi".

Susan and McCall, who were on the phone, suddenly had intermittent cell phone signals, "Hey, hey, hey"

Instead, William's voice in his ears was clear, and William's voice sounded in confusion on Sunday, "SIR, I'm interfering with their call, do you need me to cut off the signal?"

"No, I want to hear what McCall said, I didn't kill him directly in London, but asked him to go to Thailand, I didn't care if the secret of the stealth combat suit would be leaked, to put it bluntly, the stealth combat suit is an application of virtual imaging technology, what I care about is whether McCall will betray me, take my salary but help Lao Mei get me."

"Understood, SIR, signal recovery".

"Hey, hey".

"Hey, hey, I finally heard you, sorry, Susan, maybe the signal in Thailand isn't very good, I'm really working for William Devon Hill right now, and I'm looking for you this time because I was on a mission and found that he had a combat suit in his hand that allowed for limited stealth."

"How much stealth can you achieve?" asked Susan immediately.

"We can be completely invisible when we don't move, move with normal footsteps when moving, and the probability of being spotted without careful observation is very low, and when the polar bear is moving, we follow the instructions and there are no problems with the whole operation," McCall said.

"Polar bear?" Susan was a veteran agent, who had had her mind over what had happened recently, and soon knew what McCall was talking about, "So you killed Pushkin, and William Devon Hill was the mastermind behind it."

"That's right," McCall said.

"If that's the case, McCall, we'll have to meet," Susan said excitedly, "this mission you must do seriously, lurk around him, and catch William Devon Hill's handle more than anything else,

Think about it, if we can win over and threaten William to do things for us, not only will the bureau's funds be more adequate in the future, but we can also find a way to get the good things in his hands.

There is also a rumor in the underground world recently, a few months ago, a group of people wearing a kind of fully enclosed bulletproof armor killed the island of Bileta in South America, killing most of the flour on the island, and the flour sellers.

I've always suspected that this armor was probably invented by William Devon Hill, but when I reported it to Mr. Bruce Willis, the head of the New York Secret Service, I kept dragging it out because I couldn't produce evidence, McCall, I need your intelligence, and if I get the handle of William Devon Hill, I can control him."

"NO, NO, NO, THIS IS ABSOLUTELY NOT GOING TO WORK, SUSSAN, YOU'RE PUTTING YOURSELF IN DANGER, GOD, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND THAT WILLEM DWEN HILL IS NOT JUST A RICH MAN, I AM TELLING YOU THIS BECAUSE I THINK IT IS RIGHT TO TELL YOU THE NEWS,

But I don't want to put you in danger, report to your superiors, it's right to hide in the shadows, Susan, think of your husband, if he loses you, then his life will be the same as mine, full of memories, pain and loneliness."

These words silenced Susan, thinking about the pain of McCall after losing his beloved wife over the years, and Susan said, "Okay, I'll do what you say, thank you, man, be careful yourself".

"I know, check one thing for me."

"You say".

"This time William told me that he had an uncle who was killed by the Erawan Buddha, so he asked me to go to Thailand to investigate the whereabouts of the Erawan Buddha, but I really don't believe William's words, unless he really has relatives killed by the Erawan Buddha."

"Dear, how is this possible, isn't there only three of the Devonhill family left with him, his mother, and the Earl of Oxford?"

"That's right," McCall excitedly said, "No one in the outside world knows who William Devonhill's father is, and if we can find out this time, it will be of great help to investigate William Devon Hill in the future."

"Of course," Susan said happily, "don't worry, I'll find out about this, someone in the bureau is with the Erawan Buddha, and I'll call you as soon as there is news."

"Well, wait for your news, bye-bye".

"Bye-bye".

Hanging up the phone, Susan didn't care what her husband had eaten in the morning, got dressed, and drove quickly to the New York Secret Service with the car keys.

And William, who had been listening, sat on the sofa with a smile on his face, trying to grab my handle, hehe, it's no wonder that I'm looking for death, "Help me answer the call from the church, well, the real name of the church is Bruce Willis."

"Understood, SIR".