The Richest Man in the World of Film and Television

Craig let out an 'hmm', and within a few minutes of getting on the Kun-type spaceship, he was invisible over the village 240 kilometers away.

Ten minutes later, looking at the photos taken by the black front drone, Craig's hands clenched into fists, and veins immediately appeared on his forehead.

It took him a while to let go of his fist, and said to Sunday, "Put on the call of Mr. Devinhill, I have something to report."

"The call is being connected".

Ten seconds later, William's figure appeared on the screen of the Kun fighter, "What's the matter?"

Seeing that William seemed to be having dinner, Craig hesitated before saying, "Boss, you should call me later so as not to affect your meal."

William froze for a moment, then nodded.

After hanging up the phone with Craig, I finished dinner talking and laughing with Angela and Laura with a little doubt in my heart.

I don't know if I'm envious of Angela's strength. The chick Laura was taken to Oxford Castle by William a few days ago. After staying for a few days, she began to pester Angela to teach her fighting skills.

Now he followed Angela directly to Folger Castle, and when William came to the castle, after seeing her and Angela, he started to have ghosts in his heart.

Fitness is of course the more people there are, the more motivated they are.

An hour later, after dinner, watching Angela and Laura leave, William frowned and let Sunday connect to Craig.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Craig hesitated for a few seconds, and said seriously, "You should know that I am from the English Air Service Regiment.

Four hours ago, a team of eight retired mercenaries from the air crew was surrounded by Zara's men, five were killed on the spot and three were seriously injured and captured."

"Let's get to the point", I already learned from Sunday that three seriously injured English mercenaries were beheaded by Zara's men just before they were seriously injured and dying.

Needless to say, Craig, who came from the air crew, must want to get revenge.

Unsurprisingly, Craig stood upright with his chest upright, and said, "Request for retaliation."

"They are retired mercenaries, not air crew members."

After glaring at Craig and seeing that Craig was hesitant but not disobedient, William said seriously,

"You go back to Abu Dhabi, I'll take care of the rest, at least I'll bring their bodies back to England, and you didn't show up there tonight, understand?"

"Understood, sir," Craig's blood surged instantly when he heard it, and he shouted after saluting again, "Thank you, sir."

After hanging up the communication, William went to the wine cabinet to pour a glass of wine, and sat on the sofa thinking about how to get revenge.

If you kill them directly, you only need to send Angela's female assassins to ensure that Zara and his men will be cleaned up in that village if they don't survive for 5 minutes.

But William didn't want to expose the Asgardian Assassins so easily, even if the corpses were cleaned up afterwards,

But if it wasn't necessary, he didn't want the female assassins who had a sense of superiority over the earthlings to get bloody so quickly.

Or, let the battle robot or the penance knights use two magic-breaking revolvers, and Roland, who can empty twelve bullets in less than a second, go?

But William didn't want Zara to die so soon.

Let him live for a few more days, the more people Harpy will hire, the more money will be spent, and he can make more than a billion casually, which is still the money of Stark's mouth.

Just thinking about Stark's heartache in the future, and having to pay, and not daring not to pay, William felt happy.

Stepping on Stark every day can also make life happier.

As for whether his own happiness is based on the pain of others, then he doesn't care, and he doesn't want to care.

"Do those English mercenaries have communication devices?"

"Sir, who do you want me to signal to?"

William smiled at the corner of his mouth, "pretend to be calling for help, and send a distress signal to the American desert base, and expose Zara in that village by the way."

"Understood, sir".

Zara, who was still driving at night, never imagined that when he was still [-] to [-] kilometers away from the village, several spider robots found the communication equipment that had been collected and stored in a unified manner.

Not to mention turning on the communicator, after the signal was enhanced by the drone carrier, it was received by the US base hundreds of kilometers away without any accident.

In the base, James Roddy, who had already fallen asleep, the future war machine was awakened by a hasty knock on the door.

As soon as I opened the door, I heard a soldier in the uniform of a lieutenant, saluting and reporting, "Sir, we just received a radio distress signal. Judging from the method and password, it is likely to be someone from the English Air Service."

Rody was taken aback for a moment, and then said, "Just receive a distress signal to save people, and this matter is not within my authority."

After staying in the base for more than a month, Rody knew in his heart that the soldiers in the base had been asked by him to go on duty every day to find Stark, and he felt resentful and dissatisfied in his heart.

Therefore, he didn't want to be hated by the middle and high-level officers of the base anymore, and he didn't want to take care of this kind of ultra vires.

"No, sir, it may involve Tony Stark, the commander asked you to go to the war room immediately."

"What?" Upon hearing Stark, Rody immediately regained his spirits, turned around, quickly got dressed, and ran to the war room.

As soon as he entered the combat conference room, he saw a dozen soldiers and three officers discussing something on the map.

Seeing Rody come in, someone immediately shouted to stand up.

After returning the salute with everyone, Roddy nodded to Eric Tensen, the site commander, and sat in the first row to listen.

Eric Tenson has no problem with Roddy, who is also a lieutenant colonel.

And to be honest, even if he has opinions, he won't show anything. After all, he is just a front-line middle-level officer.