Billionaire in Kingsman with a Marvel System

The next morning, after spending the night in ambush on the island, Barney and his team spotted a small sailing boat slowly approaching the shore.

Barney instructed Christmas, "The guests have arrived. Release the Black Blade drone. Our primary target is Silva. We can only take further actions once we're sure we can capture him. Got it?"

"Got it, boss," Christmas, Gunner, and Yin Yang nodded in agreement.

After a few moments of operating the equipment, Christmas quickly launched a Black Blade drone, the size of a finger, silently into the sky from a nearby high-rise.

"Boss, the drone is airborne."

"Good. Tell Bond we're nearby," Barney said as the four of them put on goggles that resembled protective eyewear.

Gunner adjusted his goggles for comfort, turned on the switch, checked the sensors on his wrists, and aimed his gun. A moment later, a voice in his earpiece announced, "Data synchronization complete." Gunner lowered his gun and remarked, "What do you think? If everyone had these auto-aiming glasses, wouldn't the whole world become sharpshooters?"

Barney chuckled, "That's impossible, Gunner. Do you think the boss would mass-produce equipment that could threaten him? Plus, not everyone could afford this stuff."

Yin Yang chimed in, "You're wrong, Barney. Didn't you hear Sunday's introduction? These gadgets self-destruct after use, meaning they aren't worth much. The key is Sunday. Without the AI system, this equipment is just junk. So, the boss will definitely sell the gear, and one set will cost at least $100,000. If you don't believe me, ask Sunday."

"Apologies, Mr. Yin Yang. Mr. Devonshire has priced the lower-tier equipment at 10 million pounds."

"What?!" Yin Yang was nearly speechless from Sunday's response.

Gunner, on the other hand, crossed himself and exclaimed, "God, the boss is going to make a killing!"

"Alright, enough fooling around. The feed has connected to Bond's visuals. He's received our signal. It's time to move," Barney interrupted Yin Yang and Gunner, turning to Christmas. "Gunner and I will follow Bond. Yin Yang, you and Christmas head to the square and stand by."

"OK," Yin Yang and Christmas nodded.

As they quietly moved through the building, Bond and Sévérine's voices came through their earpieces.

"Aren't you curious why this place is abandoned?" Sévérine asked with a smile, clearly in a good mood.

When she first disembarked, she saw the signal Christmas had arranged, reassuring her that they were already on the island. Her initial fear quickly dissipated.

"Three years ago, Silva took a liking to the island's location. He spread rumors of a chemical leak and hacked the island's broadcast system. He announced a fake report claiming there was indeed a chemical leak. Once the news spread, the island's residents fled with their families in just one day. Isn't that amazing?"

Bond sneered with disdain, "What's so impressive about that? Silva was just looking for a hidden rat's nest. A rat is still a rat. Even when it finds a place, it picks a spot off the map."

"Haha," Sévérine laughed maniacally. "That's right, he is just a rat. Good luck, Mr. Bond. I hope we can talk again, haha."

"No problem."

After that, the two were separated by Silva's men. Bond was escorted into a building by five guards, while Sévérine was taken to the square by another guard.

In the building's lobby, Bond was forced into a chair with his hands tied behind his back. A few minutes later, the elevator in the lobby suddenly started descending. About ten seconds later, a figure stepped out. "Welcome to my island, Mr. Bond. I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I do."

Soon, Barney received confirmation from Sunday in his earpiece. Smiling, he relayed to Bond, "Sunday has confirmed the visitor is Silva. I'll act in three minutes. If you agree, don't move. If not, shift your seat."

Bond grinned and remained still as Silva began, "Let me tell you a story. My grandmother also had an island. Once, our whole family went there for a vacation, only to find it overrun by rats surviving on coconuts. There were so many rats that they ruined our holiday. To get rid of them, my grandmother had me gather all the coconuts on the island. Then, we placed coconut meat inside several oil barrels. At night, the starving rats scrambled up sticks into the barrels. What would you do with those rats? Burn them? Fill the barrels with sand? No, that would be too dull. The best approach is to leave them alone. The starving rats would start killing each other. When only two are left, do you kill them? No, you release them. Having gotten used to eating their own kind, they will continue to prey on other rats until they wipe out the rest on the island. And we are those two rats, Mr. Bond, raised by M—rats that eat people."

Bond looked at Silva calmly and replied, "Sorry, but I'm different. I volunteered."

"You think you volunteered? Don't be naive. From the moment they noticed you, you were subtly manipulated by everyone around you. They always exploit our pathetic patriotism, making us willing to sacrifice ourselves. But when they decide you're useless, they discard you like trash. Want to hear your test results? I guarantee you won't remain so loyal to M after. He's using your loyalty to send you to your death, Mr. Bond."

"No. Everything I do is not for M but for my old friend you killed and for my beliefs. Villains die because they talk too much, Mr. Silva."

Bond's words gave Silva a sudden bad feeling. Before he could issue any orders, Bond shouted, "Now!"

A burst of gunfire erupted from the opposite building, instantly taking down three of the five guards at the door. As Silva and the remaining two guards reacted in shock, a burly man rolled through the entrance. "Bang! Bang!" Two shots rang out, and the last two guards fell, shot in the head.

Barney stood up, scanned the area, and pressed his earpiece. "Clear. Team 2, 3, and 4, finish off the remaining targets."

With the situation under control, Bond cheerfully stood up and walked over to Barney, who took out a small knife to cut the rope binding Bond's hands.

Bond rubbed his numb wrists, picked up a pistol, and smiled at Silva. "Were you going to say I failed every test?"

Silva turned calmly and sat in a chair. "Isn't that true? Your psychological evaluation mentioned addiction issues, insubordination, and childhood trauma. It recommended terminating your fieldwork and even considered dismissal. Wow."

"You're right. I failed. But if I hadn't, would you have trusted me enough to meet?"

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