"I heard about it," Clyde looked up at Nick and said nonchalantly with his hands behind his head, "This lesson tells us that we have to be punctual, so you guys are the murderers of Bill Reynolds's death."
"It's fine if you want to be a life coach, but don't you think that your methods are too cruel?" Nick said with a pained expression.
"Hey, Nick, from what I've experienced in the past ten years, preaching without blood is useless," Clyde said, lying down with his legs crossed. "You see, I believe that in the days to come, you will definitely become a very punctual person."
"F * ck," Nick cursed in his heart. "Then why did you kill your cellmate? Don't tell me that it's because your cellmate is a scumbag. "
"Why?" Clyde rolled his eyes and said, "Because there are always some people who think they're superior, and to deal with such people, you have to use the cruelest methods to make them understand that they're nothing.
You didn't see the warden's expression just now, it was so exciting. After this, he'll definitely understand that even if he has the final say here, he can't do whatever he wants. "
Clyde sat up and walked to the front of the cell. He looked at Nick who was outside with a pale face and said, "This lesson also tells us that everyone has to be responsible for their own actions, so you see, the warden wants to play tricks with me, so I'll play with him. A game of reciprocity is exciting."
However, Nick didn't believe this at all, but it was good that Clyde was locked up in the solitary cell, in case this lunatic attacked other prisoners, and it was best to keep him locked up until after the trial.
After this, no matter how Nick tried to start a conversation, Clyde just lay on the bed and didn't say anything.
Unable to get anything out of him, Nick had to leave the solitary cell and call his boss to make an appointment with Judge Roberts the next day to apply for Clyde to be locked up until the trial was over.
After Nick left, Clyde lay on the bed and fell asleep. In the middle of the night, Clyde woke up and listened quietly for half an hour.
After confirming that the two prison guards guarding him outside the solitary cell had indeed left, he quietly pressed a switch under the sink in the solitary cell, climbed into the tunnel he had dug, and came to a basement that was dozens of square meters.
He walked to the surveillance equipment and pressed a few keys on the keyboard. The image of a large house appeared on the monitor. He clicked the mouse, and the image changed to a bedroom. Clayde smiled and muttered, "Wait for me, Judge Roberts."
Stripping off his convict garb and dressing himself up with tools, Clyde drove to Judge Roberts' house with the equipment he had prepared.
His plan for revenge had been in the works for ten years, so that Clyde knew all the people connected with the case of his wife and daughter. He even had the key to Judge Roberts's house.
It took him an hour to get to his destination, and after unlocking the door with a key, Clyde entered Judge Roberts' house and used a tool to insert the bug and a miniature bomb into Roberts' cell phone.
Then he went back to the detention room and lay on the bed, thinking that if Robert died tomorrow, he would definitely stay in the detention room forever. He would not be able to go anywhere.
And this was what he hoped for.
Early the next morning, Nick and his boss, Bruce Mike, came to Judge Roberts' office.
Taking their applications, Robert read them and threw them on the table. "You came to see me so early in the morning just to prolong Clyde's detention?"
Bruce Mike nodded. "You should have seen yesterday's report. That madman not only killed Lawyer Bill Reynolds, but also broke his cellmate's neck like a lunatic. So, we're worried that if that madman comes out of solitary confinement and goes crazy again, what should we do?"
"But the outside world is watching us now. It is too risky to sign this document at this sensitive time." Roberts pointed to the document on the table and hesitated. "Unless you give me a legitimate reason."
Seeing that Roberts had already agreed, Bruce Mike smiled and handed a document to her. "This document should be able to solve your problem."
Roberts took the document and looked at it. She leaned back in her chair and thought for a few seconds. She took a pen and signed her name on the document. "I will sign the document, but don't expect me to keep …"
"Knock, knock, knock." There was a knock on the door.
Bruce Mike quickly put the document Robert had just signed into his briefcase, and Robert sat up straight again and said, "Come in."
"Kacha" The door opened, and he saw his secretary Jenny, a middle-aged man in a colonel's uniform, and a tall middle-aged man in civilian clothes walking in.
"What's the matter, Jenny?" Roberts asked her secretary curiously.
"There is a document that just arrived. It says that you have to deal with it immediately." Jenny walked quickly to Roberts and handed her a piece of paper instead of a document.
Roberts took it and looked at it in confusion. It said, "C1A, this is an emergency. Don't make a sound and do as we say."
After reading the note, Roberts wanted to ask, but before she could open her mouth, her secretary covered it. Before she could get angry, Jenny whispered in her ear.
"Boss, I have verified their identities. They said that something dangerous is going to happen."
Robert looked at Jenny in panic. Seeing that Jenny nodded, he hurriedly nodded as well. Only then did Jenny let go of the hand covering his mouth.
"Ding Ling Ling, Ding Ling Ling", a mobile phone suddenly rang from Robert's desk.
Before she picked it up, the middle-aged man in casual clothes quickly walked over and picked up the phone with his gloved hand. He then raised his finger and signaled everyone to be quiet.
Before anyone could ask, the man in casual clothes carefully walked to the corner of the office and turned on the phone. Then, the phone exploded.
Clyde, who was in the detention room, hung up the phone with satisfaction. He opened the secret door and threw the phone into the basement. He then closed the door and lay on the bed, waiting for someone to come and interrogate him.
In Roberts' office, she was so scared by the bomb that she almost fell to the ground. She screamed at the man in uniform and the man in casual clothes, "What the hell is this? What is this? Why did my hand explode?"
The man in casual clothes shook his numb hands, took off his gloves, and looked at them. After confirming that his hands were only numb from the shock and that there were no other problems, he smiled and said to the air, "It's done, Mr. Devonshire."
Not long after, William opened the door of Roberts' office and walked in. "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. I am William Devonshire."
Seeing William walk in, everyone who was scared out of their wits could not help but be stunned. It was Nick who reacted quickly. He stood up and looked at William. "What's going on?"
William didn't answer Nick. Instead, he smiled and said to the man in uniform, "Benny, you are the host. You tell us!"
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