Becoming the Wealthiest Tycoon on the Planet

The straight-line distance from Buckingham Palace to Westminster Abbey was only 1.6 kilometers, and following Sunday's suggested route, the drive would be just under 2 kilometers. Under normal traffic, it would take five minutes to drive there, but with the streets closed off today, the journey would take even less time with a high-speed drive.

William swiftly exited the main building. Some curious onlookers and livestream crews outside saw him briskly heading toward the nearby parking lot and immediately sensed that something was going down.

Though the power outage had interrupted all broadcasts across London, this was just a temporary setback. Ordinarily, to save costs, news vans would first link up to the city's transmitters before reaching satellites. But with costs ignored, direct satellite links were entirely possible. So, seeing William climb into his car, an on-site reporter yelled at the technician to get a satellite link within two minutes or risk getting fired.

Of the five live broadcast vans on-site, only two immediately sprang to life and followed closely behind William's Aston Martin DB9 as it sped onto the street.

Once on the main road, William floored the accelerator.

The engine roared, filling everyone's ears, accompanied by the screeching of tires against the road. Like an arrow shot from a bow, the DB9 surged forward, hitting over 100 km/h in under five seconds.

"Oh my god, I've never found an Aston Martin this captivating—it's making my heart race!" Watching him, some people even felt an urge to buy the same model DB9.

But William had no time for such reactions. With his exceptional driving skills, he executed a sharp drift around a corner, then accelerated again, closing the nearly 2-kilometer distance in just over a minute to reach the perimeter of the cathedral.

A few hundred meters from the cathedral, William seemed to hesitate, stopping as if to assess the situation. This thrilled the news vans tailing him, providing them with a perfect promotional opportunity. This modified DB9 was sure to gain fame after today.

Ensuring the reporters had caught up, William floored the accelerator again, charging directly toward the cathedral.

This reckless dash took the reporters and the armed assailants at the scene by surprise. A group of five or six gunmen wielding AKs opened fire on the DB9.

The sharp, metallic ping, ping of bullets hitting the car body rang out, with several rounds striking the bulletproof glass.

Unfazed, William's aim was to put on a show, not just for the thousands of average viewers but also for England's upper class watching from within the cathedral. He wanted them to believe he was recklessly risking his life to save them; the more dramatic it looked, the more gratitude he would receive.

Of course, William wasn't actually putting himself in any real danger. The attackers' weapons were powerless against his car's bulletproof modifications.

After racing through the few hundred meters of gunfire, the DB9's exterior looked battered and dented, but the interior remained unharmed, with even the tires taking a few hits without issue.

Seeing a supercar plowing through a hail of bullets toward the cathedral left both the attackers and the audience stunned. Some cursed inwardly, "What the hell? That's not a sports car; it's an armored vehicle!"

Inside the cathedral, the besieged occupants, recognizing the car as a rescue effort, cheered as it safely made it through the barrage.

As no one was nearby yet, William grabbed a pre-prepared backpack from his storage space, pushed open the car door, and darted behind an interior wall of the cathedral.

Recognizing William, the bodyguards inside quickly lowered their weapons.

"God, are you here alone?" one of the men, seemingly the leader, shouted from behind cover.

William took out an AWM sniper rifle from his bag, quickly assembling the barrel, checking the magazine, and loading five additional magazines into various pockets of his coat.

Only then did he answer, "Don't ask me why I'm alone—I'd also like to know why the London police haven't shown up yet."

Then, in a low voice, he spoke to Sunday. "Shooting assist. Prioritize enemy snipers."

"Understood, sir. Please put on the smart glasses."

As soon as he donned the smart glasses, a 3D virtual overlay appeared, and Sunday reported the sniper locations.

Using his mental senses to scan the surroundings within 200 meters, William confirmed that the nearest attacker was about 50 meters away. With a crisp click, he chambered a round, dashed to a window a few meters away, and raised his gun to fire a shot at a sniper on a distant building.

The shot connected, eliminating the exposed sniper.

He pulled the bolt, reloading, and moved over to the bodyguard who had spoken to him earlier. "Can you still communicate internally?"

The bodyguard stared in awe at William's proficient actions. "Yes, yes. Our walkie-talkies have a 300-meter range, covering the entire cathedral."

"Good. Inform everyone to hold their positions and report any sniper sightings to me."

"Understood," the bodyguard replied, quickly relaying William's orders through the radio and reminding everyone not to mistake him for the enemy. He then followed William up to the third floor of the cathedral.

With William taking down one sniper upon arrival, the remaining assailants immediately became more cautious, unwilling to expose themselves. This forced William to relocate multiple times, struggling to find a clear angle.

But he wasn't deterred. He shifted his aim to other attackers, following Sunday's guidance to take one shot per location. With four successive shots, he took down enemies attempting to advance or hide, then pulled an armor-piercing magazine from his pocket.

After loading it, he stood and aimed at a sniper hiding behind a thin wall. Guided by Sunday's calculations, a red dot appeared on his smart glasses to assist with accuracy.

Adjusting his breathing, he held his aim steady, then pulled the trigger. Ten seconds later, the Black Blade drone transmitted a confirmation of the kill to his smart glasses.

With a smirk, William aimed at four rifle-armed assailants within his range, firing four rapid shots to empty the magazine.

In just under five minutes, William had taken out two snipers and eight other attackers. The gunfire began to subside.

The remaining attackers quickly assessed the situation; they weren't fools. After all, the main objective of their assault was not the people in the cathedral but to inflict maximum damage across England.

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