Berlin, Tempelhof Airport
Vincent, whom the old men had been waiting for, has finally returned.
After leaving the Reichstag, he disguised himself as a passerby and successfully evaded the German Ministry of Magic's search, boarding Bugatti Motors plane.
Shortly after he boarded the plane, the airport lifted the curfew.
Ten minutes later, the private plane carrying the elderly man and his family took off back to France.
Vincent briefly explained the whole story, he contacted Viktor.
Upon hearing the price of 1.5 billion dollars, the other party simply responded with a nonchalant "Oh".
The air of a wealthy dog, just like Sirius Black's, instantly dispelled any guilt Vincent might feel. "The Germany Muggle government is very likely to become our ally in the future, but that's far from enough. Magical governments around the world also need our people."
Viktor immediately perked up. "So, it's finally time to start the infiltration? You're very satisfied with the performance of the Imposter and the Defender."
The disguise is so perfect that even the Revealing Charm cannot detect it. Just be careful of those masters of Legilimency, who can perfectly impersonate anyone.
Vincent turned to look at a few lonely old men.
Their return alone speaks volumes; even blood relatives can have differing beliefs.
"Viktor, you are in charge of personnel arrangements, so please handle this with utmost care."
Viktor, projected onto the screen, understood his implication.
Having family members around can reduce the psychological pressure of carrying out infiltration missions.
Viktor smiled and joked, "You even care about mental health? Looks like you're under a lot of pressure."
Vincent made a friendly gesture without any hesitation. "Isn't it all thanks to you? If I hadn't met you back then, would I be having to worry about this and that now?"
Viktor's smile faded. "You've caused such a huge mess that the magical governments of various countries and the International Confederation of Wizards will certainly not let you off the hook any longer."
"That's an honor." Vincent smirked. "Gwent is about to gain another faction."
It's too early to talk about this now, but Viktor has already taken it to heart.
After hanging up the call, Vincent closed his eyes and took a short nap.
Upon returning to headquarters in France, after a short rest, he immediately threw himself into the development of the Dominator, a device designed for Muggle.
Replacing magic with electricity is feasible, but the energy loss would be enormous, requiring a high-performance battery with sufficient capacity and output power.
Current Muggle technology is insufficient to meet Vincent's requirements. While the capacity can be addressed with the Undetectable Extension Charm, the output power needs to undergo rigorous testing to ensure safe use, which requires extensive related knowledge.
Time was of the essence, so he contacted Henry to ask if he knew any professionals like that.
"Batteries... I do know a top talent in electrical engineering and chemistry."
Hunter seemed reluctant to say more, only promising to arrange a meeting between the two as soon as possible.
Two days later, Vincent finally received his reply.
"See you at 3 pm today on the Thames River in London."
Hunter hung up the call as soon as he finished speaking, leaving Vincent completely bewildered.
The Thames River... Could it be some kind of secret military base?
Vincent mentioned it to Eric during lunch, and Eric's expression immediately turned strange.
This reaction suggests either a secret military base or some kind of research center.
"Dad, is Uncle Hunter's plan reliable?"
Eric nodded emphatically. "If we can't even solve that, there are very few places in the world that can."
It was 1995. Britain hadn't completely fallen apart yet, and its scientific research strength, while not world-class, was at least top-tier.
Vincent was relieved, but he was still very curious, "Dad, what exactly is that place?"
Eric held up his hand, making a gun gesture against his chest. "You're so smart, guess what it is."
This pose looks familiar.
Vincent asked tentatively, "Martini, shake it well, but don't stir it?"
Eric moved the "gun" towards Vincent's forehead, "Bingo!"
As a household name in Britain cinema, James Bond is arguably the idol of every young Britain boy.
His MI6 agency, MI6, is synonymous with mystery.
But for Vincent, MI6 was not mysterious at all.
This department frequently conducts infiltration and espionage activities in Hong Kong. This isn't the first time "007" has been arrested, and consequently, he's not particularly fond of James Bond.
On the banks of the Thames River in London... it turns out to be the headquarters building that was completed last year.
No wonder Hunter and his father are acting so mysteriously; after all, they have a childhood hero complex to rely on. Even if this department is incompetent in reality, they will still take the initiative to protect it.
Unlike his previous high expectations, Vincent calmly left the house after lunch after learning the truth.
The existence of the MAST-MA unit is a secret, so it's best to keep a low profile during this return trip home.
At 3 p. m., a Land Off-road Vehicle slowly pulled up on the banks of the Thames River in London.
Just as Hunter pulled the handbrake, a figure suddenly descended from the sky directly in front of the car.
When he finally saw what the other person looked like, he was so shocked he almost dropped his sunglasses.
They are low-key, indeed quite low-key.
Hunter quickly pushed open the car door and got out. "Weren't you wanted by the Ministry of Magic? Why didn't you even bother to disguise yourself?"
Vincent pointed to the sky. "No one will see me except you."
Hunter craned his neck to look for a long time and found that the weather was quite nice today.
He twitched his lips and shoved Vincent into the passenger seat.
"Listen carefully, the place you are about to go is the most secretive institution in all of Britain."
Vincent replied casually, "I know, it's at the intersection behind Vauxhall Bridge, right?"
Hunter immediately put on a look of disbelief. "That old bastard Eric told you that?"
Vincent mimicked his father's gesture, making a gun-like hand gesture against his chest, and replied with a smile, "I guessed it."
Hunter rubbed his temples. "Why does the intelligence community always seem to prefer recruiting retired SAS guys? Even a bastard like your dad is still highly sought after."
Eric was the former captain of the SAS Red Team. When he retired, every single Britain intelligence agency took turns trying to win him over, including the mysterious MI6.
If Grandpa Wayne hadn't pressured him to get married back then, he'd probably be a bureau chief by now.
Vincent knew his father was a tough guy, but he never imagined he would be this tough.
If we were to entrust the affairs of the MAST-MA unit to him...
I think I'll pass. My father is getting on in years; it's good enough for him to go to car shows when he has nothing to do.
"Uncle Hunter, let's go."
Hunter put on his sunglasses, released the handbrake, and drove the car along the riverbank toward Vauxhall Bridge.
He parked his car in front of a uniquely designed building with three layers of glass windows.
"Uncle Hunter, are we going to go through the front door?"
"Otherwise what? This isn't a movie; the entrance to an intelligence agency isn't that mysterious."
After showing his credentials, Hunter led Vincent through the main entrance. The spacious hall, filled with postmodern style, made it hard to associate this place with an intelligence agency.