William hung up, listening to Sunday's report that he had cleaned up the call to Pierce.

"I know that this old guy will want to get my handle as well", pouting, William smiled, "Take the alien photos of the Predator thrown on Mars, pick a few normal ones and send them over,

Lest our Director Pierce be distracted, I need him to help me with the approval."

"Okay, SIR".

After receiving the photo, Pierce opened it and looked at it, and soon found that it was several creatures that were the same as the monster that had been scorched before, lying on the red sand.

"Why is William Devon Hill called this thing alien, and how the sand in the photo looks more and more like the iron oxide sand of Mars."

William said before that he would drive a spaceship to land on Mars, and Pierce, a rookie in astronomy, had a preconceived idea, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the red sand under the two aliens was the iron oxide sand of Mars.

Then I wondered how William had taken these pictures, and whether there was any fraud in this, and whether he had deliberately shown them to him.

I wanted to send someone to investigate, but I thought of the fierceness of William's methods and those elusive spider robots, Pierce couldn't help but shudder.

Since it is too dangerous to check by yourself and there are too many uncertain factors, then find someone who dares to check it.

I picked up the phone on my desk and dialed a number.

"Hey, Nick, come to my office."

Not long after, Nick Fury, a swarthy, bald-headed, one-eyed dragon, knocked on the door and walked into Pierce's office.

"What's the matter with me? Pierce".

Pierce tossed the photograph of the alien on the computer and printed it out to Nick Fury, "Help me see if the terrain in the photo is Mars."

"You'll have to find an astronomical expert for this thing", although Nick Fury looked at it for a moment and felt that the background in the photo did indeed resemble the terrain of Mars.

But he knew very well that Pierce didn't ask this kind of question when he came to him, squinted his eyes, and said meaningfully, "Say, who do you want me to investigate."

"William Devon Hill, here's a picture he took from Mars, as for where the photo smudged off, sorry, Nick",

Pierce said helplessly, "William Devon Hill told me just now that if I dare to reveal the secret in the photo, he will kill me directly."

"This?" asked Nick Fury, surprised, "how dare our rich man threaten you like that? and he took the initiative to send you the picture?"

Staring at Pierce's face, it was a pity that he didn't see any annoyance or dissatisfaction, but Nick Fury said unexpectedly,

"What do you want me to look up, why did he go to Mars?"

Pierce shook his head, "Anything, I always feel like he's planning something.

You should know that Devon Hill is in control of Kingsman in England and has officially granted rights,

If a young and uneasy super-rich man like him were to mess around, the harm would be too great."

"Hmm", Nick Fury nodded and stood up, "I'll have someone follow up".

Looking at Nick Fury as he departed, Pierce sat in his office chair and pondered.

There was one thing he wasn't lying, and that was what he thought William was planning.

And William, a self-made super genius and rich man, has too much influence on England and the upper echelons of the United States.

If they are too successful and lose interest in ordinary things, and feel that world domination is the most challenging thing, then William will most likely become the biggest obstacle to their Hydra's control of the world.

And Pierce always had a feeling in his heart that it would be easy for William to kill him.

This has made Pierce's mood restless and panicked these days.

It has always been his word that determines life and death, when did he, the leader of the Hydra, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., LIVE SO BADLY.

Under the threat of death, he had to pull Nick Fury, who had been guarding against it, into the matter.

Since one person is not sure how to deal with William, let Nick Fury, a ruthless man, make some trouble for William,

And turning Nick Fury's gaze to William can also reduce the pressure on the members of Hydra within S.H.I.E.L.D.,

lest you have to do anything to guard against Nick Fury, for fear that he will find out something.

In the end, Pierce also said that if he was quietly killed by William, in addition to Hydra, there would be S.H.I.E.L.D. among the people who avenged him.

And S.H.I.E.L.D. is a formal and legal organization after all, and it can do much more than Hydra hiding in the shadows.

This kind of thing kills three birds with one stone, why not do it, as for the matter of Nick Fury and William uniting together, Pierce is not worried at all.

In his opinion, as long as Nick Fury starts to check William, it is strange that William's character is not much to fight.

............

Since the announcement of the spaceship plan, William has spent all his time and energy on setting up an airline, except for secretly trading with the Predator every ten days.

Handle various approval documents, as well as hand over non-core parts to companies on Bluestar for production.

Fortunately, William is a capitalist, an aristocrat, and a real vested interest in the capital world, so as long as the formalities are complete, no one will jump out and accuse William of leaking secrets or something.

In addition, many people really want to see if the spacecraft he designed is really as he said, which can travel 100,000 kilometers per hour in space.

If you want to make up your mind, you have to let William's plan start, or else, go and grab it?

What William didn't expect was that someone really robbed it, and not only grabbed the technology, but also killed people.

A company that produces spaceship shells for William was robbed of the design drawings by a group of twelve mercenaries who broke into the laboratory and killed three engineers who were optimizing the design.

Ten minutes into the attack, Sunday, which had been keeping an eye on the factory, reported the news to William.

Looking at the picture of the three engineers lying in a pool of blood transmitted on Sunday, William asked with a straight face and an indifferent expression,

And this mercenary group, which claims to have the fastest rising momentum and the best form of development in the past two years, has forty-six members overnight.

"Do you know who these guys are?"

Sunday replied, "SIR, it should be a mercenary organization called the Hand of Satan that has risen in the last two years, and the person behind it is likely to be the United States."

"Hey, that's interesting," William asked, rubbing his beard that hadn't grown, to Sunday.

"Tonight is the time to trade with Iron Will, right?"

"Yes, SIR".

"Very well," William said to Sunday, "help me prepare a few more jade talismans, I will be useful in the evening".

"Okay, SIR".

At 12 o'clock in the morning that night, after exchanging 200 jade talismans and energy crystals with the Predator,

William took out five healing charms from the storage space and said, "Help me kill a group of about 50 human mercenary groups,

After this is done, I will pay you another five jade talismans as payment."