A shrill bell rang in the silence, and the sound continued, and William rolled over on the bed, groping his way to the source of the sound in the darkness.

He touched his mobile phone, turned on the bedside lamp, looked at the caller ID with sleepy eyes, instantly woke up a lot, and immediately sat up, his movement was so loud that he disturbed his sleeping wife next to him.

"General." He answered the phone, his voice hoarse, he took the phone away some distance and coughed softly.

"There is a task." Admiral Harry said simply. "Helicopters have been dispatched, and you have ten minutes to prepare."

"Yes!" William hung up the phone, turned over and kissed his wife on the forehead beside him, and whispered, "You continue to sleep, I have a task." ”

His wife nodded and said in a muffled voice, "Come back early." ”

William kissed his forehead again, got out of bed carefully, he was very fast, he opened the closet at the same time, he took out the clothes that his wife had already prepared in the closet, he dressed neatly, went into the bathroom to go to the toilet, and tidied up his appearance.

With two minutes to go, he looked at his watch again, and it was already six and three.

He heard the roar of the helicopter, he went out of the bathroom, saw a strong light shining in the courtyard, pushed open the glass sliding door leading to the courtyard, and the strong wind poured into the room like a tide, and the roar increased several times the moment the door was opened.

He pulled the door shut with a little difficulty.

After he got on the helicopter, the helicopter took off and flew west without stopping for a moment.

As soon as he sat down, the person next to him immediately helped him put on his seat belt, and he turned around to put the headphones on.

"Sir, this is a mission briefing." The soldier on the opposite side handed him a tablet.

He reached out and took it, and it was automatically unlocked after verifying that it was him.

He went through the details for a while, and the specific task was to get him to disguise himself as an arms dealer to participate in a black market transaction, and bring back the last traded item at all costs.

At the same time, the U.S. military will send him an elite armed team to assist him in evacuating at a critical moment.

At the black market, he was assisted by a colleague who told him that the sea didn't look calm tonight. Response: yes, it looks like it's going to be stormy.

William frowned.

After he flipped to the end, a countdown was displayed, and after the number went to zero, the document self-destructed.

"Sir, General Harry told me that this is your mission." The soldier on the opposite side said after taking the tablet.

William turned his head out of the plane, and he frowned slightly again.

He's long since quit gathering intelligence, and it looks like the mission is just for that last deal.

Do whatever it takes?

William thought that someone was answering, and there was an armed team for him to send.

Such a task is not as simple as it seems.

The soldier on the opposite side handed him a duffel bag, and when he was about to open it, the soldier stopped him.

"Sir, wait until you get out of the helicopter before opening it, inside is the camouflage item of your mission."

"What's in there?"

"The bracelet to verify your identity, and the funds you need this time."

Fund?

Confused, William lifted the duffel bag in his hand and found a plastic piece with his name on it.

This weight is not like the weight of too much cash, but he did not continue to ask, it is useless to ask more.

The helicopter landed on an island at dusk.

When he got off the plane, he knew where he was.

Hawaii.

He went from his residence to Hawaii.

It's just that this is not enough, there is an extended Cadillac waiting for him.

After he got into the car, someone was waiting for him in the car.

"General!" William saw the occupants clearly and immediately saluted.

"Come in." Admiral Harry waved his hand.

William entered the car as ordered, closed the door, and the car started and drove silently.

"Let's see the mission."

"Hmm."

"Where's the stuff?"

"Haven't opened it yet."

"Open it." Admiral Harry leaned back, and he pulled out a cigar from the carriage, spinning it slowly.

William opened the bag, and there was indeed a bracelet inside, as the soldier had said, and he took it out and brought it with him.

There was also a passport with William Jones on it, a picture of him, about 10,000 hundred-dollar bills, and a note with numbers on it, and the number on it.

"You've got to memorize the number, there's $200 million in it, and the password is your birthday."

"Two hundred million?" William wasn't surprised by the numbers, he was estimating what kind of thing it would be that would allow the state to prepare so much money in exchange for such a thing.

"The code is remembered, right?" Harry asked.

"Hmm."

"There's a protrusion on the unbuckle of the bracelet, and when you pinch it, the armed team will support you, and there are trackers on the bracelet, which they can't detect. That's all I say, the rest is up to you. Admiral Harry finished speaking, his hand tapped behind him.

The car stopped, and before Harry got out of the car, he turned his head and said, "Stay safe." ”

Harry got out of the car, and the car continued to drive.

William touched the bracelet and observed, there was an obvious chip wrapped in the front of the bracelet, his fingers gently touched the strap, and he really felt the protrusion where he unbuckled.

He just thought that the tracker might be on the back of the chip, so he couldn't figure it out.

He picked up the note with the number on it, and his mind jumped out again.

What kind of thing is it, exactly?

He kept the mission in mind, and he didn't have any curiosity about the mission itself, 200 million dollars, to buy such a thing, maybe he couldn't buy it.

Whatever it takes.

The car stopped again, the doors opened, and he regained his mood. I put my passport in the inside pocket of my suit.

Not knowing why he was given a passport, he glanced at the note again.

He memorized the numbers on it, and he took the note in his palm, and when he got out of the car, he naturally carried it in his trouser pocket.

He was carrying a duffel bag in one hand.

When he went out, he saw that he was in a port.

All he knew was Hawaii, but he couldn't make out where it was.

By this time it had turned from dusk to darkness, and only the harbor was lit by fire, and as he got out of the car, he observed that from time to time luxury cars would come in, and one or two people would get out of the car, but one of them would carry the same bag as him.

He noticed that the duffel bag had names sewn on it.

Could it be that this black market transaction will be held on this ship?

He looked at the bow of the ship, and it read, Maria.

Maria?

The name of the ship was very familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

He followed the flow of people towards the ship, and at the entrance to the ship, someone checked everyone's wristbands.

When it was his turn, he calmly raised his wrist.

The examiner swept his wrist and nodded for him to pass.

He boarded the ship and suddenly remembered the origin of the ship.

The predecessor of this ship.

It was once a mobile prison built by a private person!

The unbreakable Marian Prison!