The Richest Man in the World of Film and Television

Looking at the security guard staring at him in surprise, William didn't understand why the alarm sounded. He put guns and throwing knives into the storage space before boarding the plane in Brazil.

A security guard listened to the earphones, and then said to William, "Sorry, Mr. Devonhill, we need to know if the watch on your wrist is offensive."

"FK", rolled his eyes, he forgot that there were three memory-clearing needles in the watch he got out on Sunday.

Take off the watch modified according to Kingsman's existing technology and hand it over to the security guard.

The security guards searched for a long time but found nothing. They could only say sorry and return the watch to William.

Putting on his watch, William squinted and said to Michael Banning, "I promise this is my first visit to the White Palace, and it will definitely be my last visit here."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Devonhill," Banning shrugged, "it can't be helped, it's like this here, even my personal bodyguard has to check it every time I come in."

"Let's go," glared at Banning angrily, walked into the waiting room outside the Oval Office, and saw an old man in his 60s with white hair standing outside the door of the Oval Office

Seeing Banning and William approaching, the old man smiled and said, "Hi, Mr. Devinhill, I'm Martin Walker, White Palace security supervisor, please wait a moment, Mr. Chief Barrel is on the phone with the speaker."

Asked William to sit down, Martin Walker pulled Banning aside and said in a low voice, "Aren't you on leave today to accompany Liya to give birth? Why did you come back?"

"I was with Liya, but," Banning smiled, took out a gift box from his pocket, and handed it to Martin, "Today is your birthday, so I want to hand over the gift to you to thank you Thank you, Martin, for all the years of caring and teaching me.

Holding the gift box, Martin was stunned for a few seconds. Finally, a smile appeared on his stern face. He shook his head and said with a smile, "Thank you, haha, I even forgot that today is my birthday."

"Take it apart and see if you like it. This is prepared for you by Liya and I. Also, and," Banning hesitated for a few seconds, he was glared at by Martin before saying, "If possible, Liya and I I hope you will be the godfather of our children."

When Martin, who was opening presents, heard this, sadness and pain flashed in his eyes.

"Sorry, Martin, I'm sorry about Kevin," Banning explained in a helpless manner.

"Forget it, it's all over, I'm fine." Martin took out the commemorative card engraved with Sarah Banning's words in the box, and Martin said happily, "I like this very much, Michael, this is the best gift I have received in recent years." Great gift, thank you, thank you."

"It's fine if you like it, so you agreed to be the godfather of the child?" Banning showed an excited look on his face, "Lia will definitely be very happy when she hears it."

"Who doesn't like a newborn angel? Well, Michael, the most important thing you should do now is to go back to the hospital to accompany Liya, and then tell me the news of the baby's birth as soon as possible."

"Okay, okay, no problem, I'll go back to the hospital now," Banning laughed and nodded, then looked at the bored William, and reminded in a low voice, "Martin, the one who talked to William Devonhill Time to keep a low profile, he has a small mind."

"Hehe", Martin said with a face of indifference, "You forgot, I will retire in a few days, and it has nothing to do with me whether that super rich man is happy or not."

"That's right," Michael Banning nodded, embraced Martin, and then waved to William, "Bye, Mr. Devonhill, I have to go to the hospital to accompany my wife."

"Bye", sitting on the sofa, William smiled and waved, "Say hello to your wife for me".

"Thanks, I will, bye".

Watching Michael Banning walk out of the reception room, old man Martin stood outside the door of the Oval Office again, guarding the door.

After waiting for a few minutes, William, who was starting to be bored, perked up his ears and began to listen to the content of Benjamin's call in the office.

After listening for a few minutes, Benjamin Arthur should have been talking on the phone with Speaker Eli, roughly meaning that he hoped that Mr. Eli would support his proposals for banning guns and reducing military spending.

But Mr. Eli doesn't seem to have the guts to offend the military-industrial complex.

"Boom", a loud bang suddenly came from not far away.

"FK", William stood up immediately, walked to the window and looked in the direction of the explosion. After only a few seconds, he saw a puff of black smoke rising into the sky about a few kilometers away from the white palace.

Seeing this, William couldn't help yelling, "FK, FK, I only came here when I saw the hell."

Before he could do anything else, five or six special agents with guns rushed in. When William opened the door of the Oval Office, he saw Benjamin Arthur with a melancholy and tense face.

And Benjamin Arthur also saw William looking at him with a look of disgust.

At this moment, Benjamin Arthur couldn't help thinking of William once again saying that he was the most unlucky word in all the chief barrels. Before Secret Service closed the office door, he shouted to Secret Service, "Let William in, let him in."

Seeing this, Martin, the pulsatilla, immediately reminded Benjamin, "Mr. Chief Barrel, I must remind you that this is a special period, and you are not allowed to contact any unknown people."

"NO, NO, NO", Benjamin rejected Martin's proposal without thinking, and shouted at William, "Come in, William, come in".

"NO, NO, NO", seeing this, William hurriedly waved his hands and refused, "I have to get out, FKU, Benjamin, you are a disaster, I'll come here with that bastard Michael Banning when I'm fucking hell."

"William, wait, wait".

Seeing that William turned around and walked out of the reception room, Benjamin cursed angrily, "Bastard, William Devonhill, you're a fucking bastard."

Seeing this, Martin immediately nodded to the special agents, "Close the door, activate the bulletproof panels in this room, and at the same time evacuate the employees immediately, blockade the entire White Palace, set up a defensive line around the perimeter, and let Marine One come over, and we will leave by helicopter." .

"Understood, sir."

William did get out of the Oval Office, but unfortunately he didn't go very far, and with his mental perception, he noticed that people fell to the ground not far away from time to time.

Walking quietly into the corner along the wall, with one eye exposed, I saw a dozen people in work uniforms, cleaning up the security guards behind two men with pistols equipped with silencers.

After killing a security guard, one of the gangsters picked up the pistols of the security guards, and then took out the silencer from his pocket and installed it. Within a minute, all the gangsters had guns in their hands.

This group of people cooperated very skillfully, and their gun holding and shooting movements were very standard. William knew that these people were all well-trained elites.

He didn't intend to get shot, so he used his mental perception to avoid all the gangsters from a distance, and changed directions several times in a row, but all the damn doors that could go out were locked.

Just about to let Sunday invade the server of the White Palace and open the door in front of him, his mental power suddenly sensed a small figure running towards this side in a panic in order to avoid the bandits.

Chapter 520. Chapter 520 Emily Kyle

When the little figure passed the corner where William was, William hugged her with his right hand while covering her mouth with his left hand to prevent the little guy from yelling.

It may be that he saw that it was William who was holding him, so the little guy quickly calmed down after struggling for a few seconds out of fear.

He retreated to the secret place with the little girl in his arms, and waited for the gangsters walking this way to disappear before William looked down at the little girl in his arms.