She is a natural disaster.

Chapter 70 Montague's Resolute Determination

At this moment, in the reception room.

Lonkins-Watt bared his fangs and stated his purpose directly.

"Hand over all the research records, Montagu. All I want are the research records; I have no interest in you or your son."

From the beginning, Lonkinswain's plan was to kidnap Mike and exchange him for the accelerator and research data in Bill Montagu's possession.

"It's right here." Bill tapped his head with his index finger. "Lonkinswait, what do you plan to do after obtaining these research records?"

"What am I planning to do?" Lonkinswait sneered. "You must have gone mad from staying at the manor. Your brain is like a severely rusted water pipe, how could you ask such an idiotic question?"

Bill Montagu was humble and easygoing, while Lonkinswain was aggressive and very assertive.

"You intend to continue your research," Bill said. "Regardless of whether my research records are right or wrong, you will delve deeper into the study and refine the drug."

“Of course,” Lonkinswit said proudly. “I’m not like you, timid and hesitant, wasting a hard-won opportunity.”

"Do you think the accelerator is a good opportunity?" Bill Montagu asked.

"For you, it's a hot potato; for me, it's a golden opportunity," Lonkinswit said.

Bill smiled slightly and said, "There are no secrets that stay hidden forever. Even if you manage to take the relevant research records from me, do you think you'll still have a chance to begin your research?"

"Just because you can't protect something doesn't mean I can't," Lonkinswit said confidently. "I won't be like you, at the mercy of others." His words were quite disrespectful to Bill Montagu.

Bill Montague was not just a businessman, but also a father, and he had his concerns.

When the Montague-owned research institute developed the accelerator, Bill knew it was dangerous and would bring disaster.

Bill Montagu also wanted to seize this golden opportunity, but after several experiments, he determined that the accelerator was only a semi-finished product and would require a long time to perfect.

Therefore, Bill decisively ordered a news blackout; the existence of the accelerator must not be known to outsiders.

However, word still leaked out, and Montagu became the target of everyone's criticism. Lonkinswit came knocking on his door like a shark smelling blood.

In Lonkins' view, if you can't create opportunities, seize those that have already appeared. Since Bill Montagu couldn't seize the opportunity, then it's his turn to seize this golden opportunity.

Lonkinswait was a businessman and a father, but he didn't have as many concerns as Bill Montagu.

Gambler's mentality is an irrational psychological tendency characterized by the unwavering belief that one's expected goals will come true, which often leads people to gamble everything and disregard risks.

Lonkins was not unaware of the potential risks; the example of Montagu was a stark warning. Lonkins was not blind or deaf; how could he not see the risks posed by accelerators?

Driven by a gambler's mentality, Lonkinswitt chose to take a desperate gamble, hoping that if he could obtain the catalyst and perfect it, the Lonkinswitt name would be engraved on the city's tower of power, making him Gloria's new apostle.

Therefore, Lonkinswit instructed Dulles to plan the two attacks on Mike Montagu, and even took the risk himself tonight; he did all this in order to obtain the catalyst.

Gamblers have their own set of rules. When their expectations don't come true, they don't back down or give up. Instead, they double down on their bets, constantly increasing their stakes in the hope of winning back their losses and doubling their profits.

In other words, Lonkins Witte was determined to obtain the semi-finished accelerator developed by Montagu.

"I'm not going to give you the records," Bill Montagu said. "You're a very dangerous man; you'll keep gambling."

“I know,” Lonkinswit said. “When you agreed to meet with me, I had a fleeting hope that you might hand over your records to me and choose to work with me.”

As he spoke, Lonkinswit's eyes became eager.

He continued, "We should cooperate. Your team has already achieved some results, and I can provide you with shelter."

"I won't partner with a gambler. I don't want to lose everything overnight," Bill said. "What you win at the table, you lose at the table in the end."

Lonkinswit shook his finger and said arrogantly, "You still don't understand me. Lonkinswit won't lose; we'll keep winning."

Even though it was expected, Lonkinswain's blind confidence still surprised Bill.

"No one can win forever," Bill Montagu said, "unless God puts on your clothes and sits at the table in your place."

No one can win forever, and no family can prosper forever.

Gloria's existence has lasted only a little over a hundred years, and some of the twelve apostles have already fallen from grace. What about the next hundred years?

Lonkinswit stood up and walked along the long table toward Bill Montague, saying as he went, "I am not a believer in the Evangelical Church, but God has always been with me."

"What do you mean?" Bill didn't understand Lonkinswit's metaphor.

"Literally," Lonkinswit said. "Someone's been sitting up there too long; it's time for a change of scenery."

Lonkinswit continued along the long table toward Bill, and soon arrived in front of him.

Lonkinswit leaned down, placing his hands on the gleaming tabletop. He looked into Bill's eyes and continued speaking.

"Montagh, if you hand over your research records to me, I can not only provide you with shelter, but I can also introduce you to the Lord and take you to see a wider world."

Bill Montagu was not surprised; he seemed extremely calm.

With a mastermind stirring up trouble behind the scenes, a security bureau with unclear intentions, and a long-disbanded covert mobile force, plus now the "Lord" who appeared out of nowhere, Gloria is truly a lively place these days.

Seeing that Bill Montague remained silent, Longi Sweet straightened up and continued, "You've already wasted one chance, Montague. Don't miss a second one."

"I thought you were just a gambler, which is why you acted so recklessly. I never imagined you were a cult member," Bill said sarcastically.

"Cultists?" Lonkinswain shook his finger. "No, you're wrong, terribly wrong."

Lonkinswit walked slowly to the window. The streetlights illuminated the courtyard at night, and the sculptures scattered around looked ghostly.

"Long, long ago, in ancient times, the evangelical church was also not recognized by people, and ignorant people even regarded evangelical believers as enemies."

Standing by the window, Lonkinswit suddenly turned around and continued, "But what about now? The once unrecognized God has become the faith of the people, and the churches of the Evangelical Fellowship are all over the world!"

"What are you trying to say?" Bill asked. He could probably guess Lonkinswit's answer, but he still wanted to hear this crazy answer with his own ears.

"What he can do, we can do too," Lonkinswit said sincerely, like the most devout believer.

Bill Montague didn't know who was behind Lonkinswain, nor did he know what kind of magic the "Lord" possessed, but he couldn't stomach this pie in the sky.

If it were twenty or thirty years earlier, the then-young Bill Montagu might have been filled with passion, but now he is no longer young.

"I refuse," Bill Montagu said firmly. "I will not give you the records."

Lonkins smiled slightly, his face showing neither disappointment nor anger, but rather an inexplicable compassion.

"It's okay. Even if you don't talk, I still have a way to get what's in your head." He held up a finger and tapped his own head in the same way.

"That method must be terrible." Bill's tone was relaxed, without the slightest fear. "Lonkinswait, did my concessions and compromises give you the illusion that I'm weak and easily bullied, someone anyone could take advantage of?"

"No, no, no, people are capable of anything when pushed to the limit," Lonkinswain waved his hands repeatedly. "Aren't you planning to fight me to the death tonight?"

As he spoke, Lonkins pointed to the empty courtyard outside the window.

"I noticed it as soon as I entered: your private guards are out of number, and the gardeners and servants in the yard are pitifully few."

Bill Montagu nodded, not denying Lonkinswit's statement.

"Since you already knew, yet still walked into my ambush, it shows you have absolute confidence in your trump card."

"I'm very confident in my own cards, and I also know what yours are," Lonkinswit said. "One of your cards is those semi-finished accelerators."

Despite Bill Montagu’s repeated claims that he had destroyed all the accelerators, Lonkinswait did not believe him.

Not only did Lonkinswait not believe it, but others also had their doubts.

"Your other trump card is that little girl named Anastasia Angel, right?" Lonkinswit continued, "Was she a man-made disaster or a natural one?"

"You're wrong, Lonkinswait," Bill Montagu said calmly. "My trump card is neither Accelerator nor Anastasia."

In Bill's plan, Anastasia Angel, this natural disaster, was never his trump card.

Bill Montague stood up and walked step by step to the window. He continued, "After tonight, Montague Manor will cease to exist."

Upon hearing this, Lonkinswit looked at Bill Montague, who had also chosen to gamble everything, with a puzzled expression. The resoluteness that Lonkinswit displayed at this moment made Lonkinswit feel uneasy.

At that moment, Bill Montagu calmly said, "Want to come to hell with me, Mr. Lonkinswit?"