"Sorry, man, you know, it's a big taboo to hinder others from doing meritorious deeds. Besides, if you want to accuse your colleagues, you have to have evidence." William pushed Nikris away and gestured to the equally shocked warden to lead the way.
As they walked, William said to the warden who was deep in thought, "I heard that Bill Reynolds died because someone deliberately delayed the time?"
"Ah," these words made the warden immediately come back to his senses and nervously explained, "We are just doing a routine check."
"It doesn't matter," William looked at the warden meaningfully. "You are about to retire. You probably don't want to not get a large pension because of some small matters, right?"
"Of course, of course," the warden understood such an obvious hint. "Don't worry, Mr. Devonshire. Don't worry, I am a sensible person. I will not offend people who should not be offended."
A few minutes later, when he saw Clyde, William asked the prison guard who was staring at him to leave. He sat opposite Clyde and turned off the surveillance. "Tell me, why are you looking for me?"
"Do you know why I'm looking for you?" Clyde stared blankly into William's eyes and said, "If you want to get the 500 million dollars, don't hinder my revenge?"
"Hinder your revenge?" William looked at Clyde calmly, "No, no, man, you see, before you killed Clarence Dobbie and Rupert Meeker, we already knew.
We even know how you changed Rupert Meeker's medicine. When you dismantled Dobbie, my people were outside your warehouse.
But you see, did we hinder your revenge? No,
"So, don't take us for fools. We will think that everything you are doing now is revenge, OK?"
"Of course I'm f * cking taking revenge," Clyde slammed the table and roared in a low voice, "Everyone who let Clarence Dobbie go is my enemy."
"Well, Bill Reynolds, the lawyer who took the money to defend the comparison, is probably the unluckiest. If it weren't for someone deliberately delaying, and Nikris, that bastard, didn't want to offend his colleagues, he would be reunited with his family now."
Without waiting for Clayde to get angry, William took out a smart eye from his pocket and threw it on the table in front of Clayde. "Don't worry, buddy. You'll be grateful after you see this."
Looking at the single-lens smart glasses that only had one lens, and hearing William say that he would be grateful to him, Clayde could not help but put the smart glasses on his ear out of curiosity.
A few seconds later, an image appeared on the lens. After seeing the person in the image clearly, Clayde gritted his teeth and said, "James Nardi."
"Are you happy to see an old friend?" William asked with a smile. "Have you heard of the Underground Prison?"
"I've heard of it," Clyde replied, watching his brother-in-law being abused. "Of course I've heard of it. It's said that you can't get out of it after you've entered it."
Looking at his brother-in-law's miserable state, Clayde tried his best to calm himself down. "Should I say that you guys are resourceful, or should I be afraid?
I'm afraid that you guys will not only find out the mastermind of the case from ten years ago in just a few days, but also put him in the darkest and most disorderly prison. "
"Hehe, as long as you're willing to investigate, this kind of thing is just a piece of cake for us," William thought to himself. It's true that you're resourceful, but without you telling me the answer yourself, it's indeed difficult to find out in a few days and capture him to England.
However, William would not explain such a misunderstanding. He smiled and said, "Keep watching, buddy. The best is yet to come."
"There's more?" This surprised Clayde, but as he watched, Clayde couldn't help but clench his fists.
"Are you surprised?" William asked with a smile. "Your former boss and your brother-in-law have so many financial transactions, and even a few patents under your brother-in-law's name. Buddy, I don't need to say the rest."
"Yes, it's really surprising." Clayde gritted his teeth and asked, "Where is this bastard now?"
"Hehe." William shrugged. "Miami."
"F * ck." Miami was too far away from New York. This made Clayde, who knew the truth and couldn't wait to kill his enemy with his own hands, curse like a madman. After a long while, Clayde, who was tired of cursing, finally calmed down. "Help me get rid of Jacques Oudia, and I'll tell you everything about the 500 million dollars."
"Haha." William curled his lips and said with a smile, "Sorry, buddy, your bargaining chip is outdated. Not only do I know about the 500 million dollars, but I also know about the 3.5 billion dollar bearer bonds.
So, if you want me to help you get rid of the boss who bought all your patents at a low price and is one of the masterminds who killed your wife and daughter, you have to have a new bargaining chip, buddy. "
"What the hell, so fast?" This time, Clayde was really scared. "How many days has it been? When did you English agents become so efficient? Or is it that all the people in Kingsman are superhumans? "
He didn't know if they were efficient or not, but there was indeed a superhuman. William spread his hands and lied with his eyes wide open. "I told you before, once we get serious, our abilities and means are not something a lone wolf like you can understand."
These words made Clayde shocked and disappointed at the same time. Originally, he wanted to go to France after this matter was over and try to see if there was a chance to get the 4 billion dollars.
But now, Clayde had really given up on this idea. He slumped in the chair in frustration. After a long time, he said helplessly, "What do you want to know? I'll tell you everything, but I want Jacques Oudia's whole family to go to hell."
"No problem." After saying that, William took out his phone, pressed a few buttons on the screen, and pushed it in front of Clayde. "You definitely know how the dark net works, so spending some money to post your own mission will make you feel more like revenge, right?"
"Hehe." Clayde pushed the phone back, pointed at the smart glasses on his face, and looked at Jacques Oudia and his family sunbathing on the beach. "I want their whole family to go to hell now. Don't tell me you're not prepared?"
"Sorry." William shrugged. "It's no problem to get rid of a scumbag like Jacques Oudia, but I don't touch ordinary people who don't provoke me or hinder me, and I don't touch children."
"Ha, are you kidding? There are more than a hundred people who were killed by you in the underground world, and you're telling me you don't touch ordinary people? " Clayde looked at William mockingly, but when he saw that William's face was not angry at all, Clayde asked in disbelief, "Are you really not joking?"
"Of course," William said with certainty. "Although my hands are full of blood, I still have a little bottom line."
"That's nice to hear, but if what happened to me happened to you, what would you do?" Clayde reprimanded him unhappily.
"Of course I'd kill his whole family," William explained with a smile. "I've said before that I won't touch people who don't provoke me, and since the day I started earning money, I've been trying to prevent what happened to you from happening to me.
However, if that's really the case, then the mastermind will of course be killed by himself. Don't other people have a trick called 'killing with a borrowed knife'? "
William ignored Clayde's mockery and shrugged. "Although it's a little ridiculous, I really don't want to be stained with blood that can't be washed off and can't sleep."
"It's ridiculous." Clayde lowered his head and looked at his hands silently. "Then let's get rid of Jacques Oudia first."
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