chatted with Carlos until dinner time, the two had dinner together, and Carlos, who was in a good mood, took William to the shooting range, insisting on teaching him how to throw a gun, of course, William would also like to learn.

Carlos explained the main points seriously for more than an hour, and William, whose physical fitness has exceeded that of ordinary people by more than ten times, can shoot a turning bullet after only practicing a dozen shots.

Carlos was surprised to learn how to throw a gun so quickly, but he didn't ask too much, but patiently explained to William what he needed to pay attention to.

After the three shots in a row were all turning bullets and all hit the red heart of the 50-meter target, Carlos immediately stopped William, who still wanted to practice, "Okay, come here today, it will cause damage to your arm if you practice."

After speaking, he grabbed William's right arm and checked it, "Huh?" looked at William in shock and said, "Are your hands okay?"

"It's okay, it's just a little sour", William shook his sore arm, clenched his fist and released it three times in a row, feeling that his wrist was indeed fine, and nodded affirmatively, "It's really nothing."

"Well, your physical fitness is really ridiculously strong", Carlos said happily, "Normally, my veteran can shoot up to three times in a row without hurting his arm, and if he shoots more than ten times apart, his arm will be weak.

I didn't expect you, a beginner, to shoot so many guns and do nothing."

"Haha, who am I, I'm William Devon Hill."

William knew very well what was going on with his physical fitness, but he wouldn't tell his mother this kind of secret, let alone Carlos.

Putting the gun back in the weapons room, the two did not return to the castle, but took advantage of the night to take a walk in the castle garden.

After walking for about ten minutes, Carlos spoke first, "Now you should always say why you came to me."

William thought for a moment and said, "Some time ago, there was a guy named Amir Bakawi who tried to trouble me twice in a row, but fortunately I knew some friends, and before Bakawi could do anything, someone warned me, and the people sent were all secretly killed by my people,

Since he wants to kill me, of course I won't sit still, so I want you to go to the desert area and wait, and when I find Dawbakawi, I will kill him directly. ”

"No problem, as long as I know where the other party is, long-range sniping is not difficult for me", Carlos agreed without hesitation.

"Thank you", William smiled and thanked him, thinking that Carlos's sniper weapon was a little special, "Do you need me to transport the equipment to the desert area for you?"

"No, I don't need to trouble you for this little thing, I'll go to Dubai and wait."

"Well, I'll have a private jet and a helicopter ready for you in Dubai, and the car will be ready at the same time, so you can rush over as soon as you get the news."

"That's the best," Carlos nodded in agreement, "then I'll leave tonight, lest something new happen and not be there in time."

"Don't be in such a hurry, let's rest for the night," William asked with concern.

"I really don't need to, I slept all the way when I flew from New York, and I could get the equipment earlier if I went early, so as not to catch up in time for an emergency."

"Okay," William said to Sunday with his left hand over his ear, "order a private jet to fly to Dubai."

"Understood, SIR", and replied that the plane was set in less than 10 seconds on Sunday.

William smiled and said to Carlos, "When the plane is ready, I won't book a hotel in Dubai for you, and you probably need to observe where you stay first."

"Of course," Carlos agreed, "people like me only go to hotels or houses that don't have a lot of surveillance equipment, okay, I'll go to the airport and call if I have something."

After watching Carlos leave, he spoke to the death squads who had already arrived in London, and told them to keep an eye on their antiques in the Bank of England for the time being, so as to prevent Bakawi and his gang from turning their minds into their money.

After several days passed, and William, who was waiting for the French silver to reply, was almost impatient, the old man Pierre finally replied to him.

However, the news was not good, and the Banque de France voted to agree with William's plan, but many people in the official did not approve of them selling the Château de Chantilly, nor did they approve of the bank selling shares to William.

"Maybe we can trade Château Chantilly first," Pierre, the managing director of the Banque de France, tentatively promised.

"How much?" William frowned and said, "Warn you, Pierre, think clearly before answering my question, if none of the shares in your bank and the Château de Chantilly are successful, the $5 billion I deposited in your bank will be transferred out of France immediately.

At the same time, I will keep an eye on the stock price of your bank, and since some people do not like me to join the Banque de France in a peaceful way, then I will use my own way to tell those people that I can reach out and take it myself if I want."

Hell, Pierre, who was far away in Paris, cursed in his heart, the politicians who used to be respectful to the Banque de France, but now when they saw the bank in trouble, they began to fall into the well and step on it.

At the same time, he was also very unhappy with William's attitude, but he didn't dare to show it now, "Mr. Devon Hill, we need at least $3.5 billion in funds, so,"

Pierre didn't say anything, but William knew exactly what the old bastard meant, and sneered, "OK, I bought it for $3.5 billion, and tomorrow my lawyer team will go to Paris to discuss the contract with you, goodbye, Mr. Pierre."

After speaking, William turned off the phone directly, silently thinking about how to retaliate and go back.

The Château de Chantilly must have been bought when it was bought, even if it is 4 billion William, he will not care, and now he is so unhappy only because he did not take advantage of the Banque de France.

However, this is a loss, and it is not impossible to find other places, once the Château Chantilly deal is completed, Willian will 100% step on the Banque de France.

Probably he understood this idea, and the old fox Pierre also understood, so in a few minutes the old man dialed William's phone again.

As soon as the phone was connected, Pierre apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr. Devon Hill, our bank didn't intend to break the contract, on the contrary, we would love your participation, but unfortunately all this was disturbed by those in the opposition."

This morning, the current President and we discussed a feasible solution, if you really want to take a stake in our bank, it will require not only patience, but also compromise and wisdom.

Otherwise, no one would welcome a person who breaks down the door of someone else's house by force and comes uninvited."

"Haha", Pierre, the old man, said so tactfully, that William blushed a little, what he did in the stock market was not only to break the door of others, but sometimes to dig up the foundations of other people's homes,

"Sign a contract for the sale of Château Chantilly, and then we may be friends, but it all depends on what you do."