At eight-thirty in the evening, Carlos brought the tools and equipment he bought to the abandoned factory on Bellot Street to meet up with William. He patted the bag in his hand and said, "I'll do it. You're the one who came up with this, so you know it best. I'll leave the preparation to you." He shook his head and said, "I really don't know how you came up with this idea."
William took the big backpack that Carlos had thrown over and handed the tranquilizer gun to Carlos. He smiled and walked into the abandoned factory. He had confidence in Carlos's shooting skills. With the tranquilizer gun in hand, it would not take much effort to catch a retired secret service agent.
As soon as William finished preparing the equipment, Carlos carried Claude into the factory to find William.
He walked to William's side and helped William to steady him. He put on the gloves William handed him and helped William put the medical straps on Claude's neck, right arm, wrist, and palm. He had Claude point his palm at his temple. After that, he fastened the straps to his collarbone and connected it to a rope and hung it on the iron frame above his head.
He adjusted the height of the straps so that the unconscious Claude could stand still. He took out the gun from Claude's body and fastened it to his palm before pointing it at Claude's temple.
When everything was ready, William stood aside and asked Carlos, "What do you think? Is this suicide device okay?"
Carlos laughed and said, "It's not bad. With the straps, there won't be any blood clots on the arm and wrist. The coroner won't be able to find anything. Now, we just need a reason why Claude killed himself."
"That's easy to find. We can link Claude to the attack on White Palace a few days ago. We can pretend that he was killed.
I'll leave a will and send it to his superior. I'll say that he did something wrong to France when he was in the field, and someone caught him. He had no choice but to reveal information about White Palace to the attackers. If he dies, it must be the attackers who killed him to silence him.
In the letter, I'll also say that Claude used evidence of his boss receiving bribes to threaten his boss. If his wife is dead, the evidence will be made public. I guarantee that Claude's boss won't dare to look into it openly because he's not clean himself. He'll only look into the fabricated evidence and won't care how Claude died.
I'll send Mister Claude's wife a text later and tell her to go to Switzerland and wait for Mister Claude. It'll also say that he has a secret account in a small bank in Switzerland with the two million dollars I transferred to him a few days ago. "
Before William could finish, Carlos interrupted, "Wait, William, if you're the one who transferred the money, won't Claude's wife or the French be able to trace it back to you?"
"Hehe, don't worry. I've prepared a few secret accounts and transferred the money to a few offshore banks. In the end, I transferred it to a small bank in Switzerland that isn't open to the public and transferred it to Claude's account through an underground money pile. If they want to investigate, they'll only be able to trace it back to the pile."
"Alright, as long as you're prepared."
"Alright, get to work. You're an expert in this, so don't be too thorough. Leave some clues behind. We have to make Claude's boss believe that Claude was killed by White Palace's assailants."
"Okay, no problem. Claude's body has traces of anesthesia. That way, we'll be able to find out that he didn't die while conscious. As long as his boss knows that, he'll definitely think that Claude was killed."
William nodded and didn't bother with the rest. He took Claude's phone out of the factory, put on his helmet, and rode to Claude's house.
At a dark corner of the street outside Claude's house, he took out Claude's phone and sent a message to his wife.
The letter instructed Claude's wife to hide in Switzerland immediately and not contact any of Claude's former colleagues. For the sake of his wife's safety, Claude was not to look for his wife. If he died, his wife was to take the bank account and claim the two million dollars as his widow.
Claude's wife lived up to her reputation as the wife of a special agent. In less than 20 minutes, William saw his wife rushing out of the building with a huge backpack. When she exited the building, she even shouted at a familiar person she bumped into.
"Sorry, Mrs. Luna, I have to catch a flight. My husband is waiting for me at the airport for a vacation in Hawaii."
After getting into the car, Claude's wife sped out of the street. William deliberately followed her on his motorcycle. After some ten minutes of tailing, Claude's wife suddenly made a sharp turn onto the highway.
William stopped his motorcycle at the highway sign and watched as the car sped away. He apologised to Claude's wife. Fortunately, she didn't have any children in this world. She should be able to find another husband to live on peacefully.
William believed that Claude's wife would become more cautious after finding out that she was being followed. News of Claude's death would spread in a few days. She might really go into hiding for the rest of her life. The two million dollars would be enough to guarantee her a decent life.
After dealing with Claude's phone, William drove his motorcycle to meet up with Carlos. When they met, Carlos nodded to William to let him know that he was done with Claude's matter.
He followed Carlos to a commoner's house in the 13th and hid his motorcycle. He drove the two cars Carlos stole out of the 13th and took a taxi back to the Four Seasons Hotel.
He booked a room for Carlos. After asking the hotel butler, he found out that Jenny had been in the room the whole time and didn't come out. Relieved, he ate some supper and washed up before going to bed.
The next morning, Carlos went out to prepare his equipment and look for a suitable sniping spot opposite Berlik Street 7. William spent some money to hire the best private investigator in Paris to keep an eye on the arrival of the Albanian leader, Murad, at the airport.
With nothing else to do, William called the hotel butler and asked him to prepare a car. He found a beautiful 18-year-old part-time tour guide who studied dance at the University of Paris to take him to various places in Paris that he had never been to before. At three in the afternoon, William received a call from the private investigator confirming that Murad had arrived in Paris. That made William feel relieved.
William, who was in a good mood, even bought a bracelet worth more than ten thousand dollars for the beautiful tour guide. They played until seven o 'clock in the evening. William and the beautiful tour guide had already booked a boat on the Seine with the girl. They drank Latour and ate the delicacies cooked by the Michelin three-star chef hired by the hotel's housekeeper.
When the cruise ship was about to reach Berlik Street 7, William pulled the tour guide to the middle of the second floor of the cruise ship. A pianist played "Remembrance of Love" and the two hugged each other and swayed on the Seine.
It was a pity that the happy moment was shattered by three gunshots in a row. William laughed and comforted the tour guide who was screaming and hugging him tightly after being frightened by the gunshots.
In the end, he had no choice but to bring the girl back to the Four Seasons Hotel. He didn't know if she was doing it on purpose or if she was genuinely frightened, but he didn't know if she did it on purpose or if she did it on purpose. They then slept until dawn.
The next morning, William waved goodbye to the reluctant girl after he had the butler of the Four Seasons Hotel pay the tour guide fee of ten thousand dollars.
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