"No problem." William smiled and snapped his fingers. "Although I don't mind helping, buddy, when it comes to revenge, you have to do it yourself."
As soon as he finished speaking, a cross quickly appeared on the smart glasses on Clayde's face. The target was Jacques Oudia who was sunbathing on the beach.
"Should I give the order like that? Fire?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Clayde heard a "bang" sound. Jacques Oudia's head tilted to the side and his legs collapsed on the beach chair.
The lens in the glasses began to extend downwards, and Jacques Oudia with a bloody hole in his head appeared in front of Clayde's eyes.
"It's that simple?" Clayde was very surprised that his enemy died after giving the order to fire. After thinking for a few seconds, he asked, "A drone?"
"It's that simple." William shrugged and didn't answer the question of whether it was a drone or not. "How difficult can it be to kill an unprepared person?"
Thinking about his past missions, Clayde shook his head helplessly. However, it was probably because it was too simple that he didn't feel the slightest bit of comfort from getting his revenge. "Tell me, what do you want to know?"
"I'm very interested in how you knew that the person who hunted you was the head of France's homeland security, Victor Gawell," William asked with narrowed eyes.
"No, change the condition." Clayde rejected without even thinking. "Sorry, I will never betray my only friend and teacher."
"You have a teacher?" This made William curious.
"Of course," Clayde said calmly. "You don't really think that after staying in Siberia for three years, I can become a master assassin the moment I appear, right? So, change the condition."
"Change the condition? This is really a headache. "William sat on the chair and pondered. His four fingers couldn't help but tap on the table." Then let's change the question. I don't ask who gave you the information, but I want to know how you got the information.
And who are Victor Gawell's accomplices, or who are the people who secretly want to deal with me because I bought the Chantilly Castle? "
"The source of the information?" Clyde pondered for a moment before saying, "The information was obtained through an underground intelligence exchange. I don't know about the people who secretly want to deal with you, man. I'm just a lone wolf. How would I know about the upper echelons of France?"
"No, you know." A few days ago, before Clyde's memory was erased, this was not what he told him. At that time, Clyde was very sure that there were many people inside France who wanted to deal with him.
Meanwhile, Chantilly Castle and Crisp Castle, as well as the land attached to them, totaled 9800 hectares. They were currently worth 3.7 billion USD, and in less than ten years, their value would definitely exceed 10 billion USD. Thus, William absolutely wouldn't allow any problems to arise in the ownership of these two castles.
Knowing that Clayde still dared to play with him in this situation, William couldn't help but feel angry. He stared into Clayde's eyes and said word by word, "Tell me your name."
It was the first time that William stared at him so sternly and fiercely. Clayde suddenly felt a little nervous, but he really didn't want to betray his only friend and teacher who had saved his life.
However, just because Clayde didn't say anything didn't mean that there weren't any clues. Within a few seconds, Sunday reported in William's ear, "Sir, in the underground intelligence exchange, the names that can be named are Owen Wilson, Mark Varley, Jake Gyllenhaal, and Tobin Foster."
William followed Sunday's name and reported Tobin Foster's name one by one. Clayde's heart beat violently a few times, which made William, who had been using his mental strength to scan, immediately say, "Tobin Foster."
"What the hell," Clayde cursed in his heart. He was very confident that there was absolutely no expression on his face, but William could sense that Tobin Foster was the person he wanted to protect. This made Clayde's heart full of bitterness.
"Haha, Tobin Foster, the biggest traitor in the history of C1A. He's a black hole in the intelligence community who would sell any information about C1A for money," he said as he listened to the information that Sunday had whispered into his ears.
William stared at Clayde with a smile. "It seems that your experience in the past ten years is indeed legendary, Mr. Sheldon.
It's no wonder that a person like you who has long lost your patriotism has been cooperating with special departments like C1A and England's Military Intelligence. Is it very profitable to sell information? Is it very exciting? Isn't revenge in disguise very fulfilling? "
With every sentence William said, Clayde's heart sank. Just when he thought that William would hand him over to C1A, he saw William throw something smaller than a grain of rice on the table in front of him and said with a smile, "Put it on. Maybe we can have a good chat."
Seeing that William's expression was indisputable, and that there seemed to be a turning point in his words, Clayde knew better than to fight when the odds were against him. He put the miniature earpiece in his ear, but in his heart, he planned to find a way to take it out when he got out.
Unfortunately, Clayde still didn't know William well. As soon as he put the earpiece in his ear, a creepy feeling directly appeared in his heart.
Because the miniature earpiece actually crawled into his eardrum, Clayde, who was scared, immediately stood up and stared at William. He stamped his feet and asked, "F * ck, what the hell is this?"
"Of course it's something good. It's a long-distance communication device," William teased with a smile. "Don't worry, it's very safe without my order. However, you can also try to see what the consequences will be if you take it out without my permission."
After saying that, William made a blooming gesture with his hand and walked out with a smile. "The plan to get you out of here is tonight. However, my plan is a little different from the plan you've been planning for ten years, because for the safety of the four billion dollars, I have to make some small changes.
Don't worry, I promise you'll be safe for the time being because I want to meet the legendary traitor named Tobin Foster. See you tonight, Mr. Clayde. "
At seven o 'clock in the evening, after thinking for the whole afternoon, Clayde knew that he didn't want to die. In the end, he had no choice but to act according to his plan. As for what changes William's plan would make, he didn't care so much now.
He walked to the iron door of the cell and listened quietly for a few minutes. After confirming that the two prison guards who were watching him had left their post without permission to have dinner in the dining hall.
Clayde came to the sink in the confinement room, pressed the switch behind the sink, opened the tunnel door, and crawled into the basement.
However, just as he walked to the clothes rack and was about to change his clothes, he saw a package quietly placed on the table next to the clothes rack in horror.
Taking a few deep breaths, Clayde tried to calm himself down. He picked up the note on the package and looked at the words printed on it by the printer. "Bulletproof underwear, it's up to you whether you want to wear it or not."
"F * ck, how could that bastard avoid so many surveillance cameras?" Clayde cursed and walked to the computer to check. However, after looking for more than ten minutes, he found nothing.
"You're really f * cking resourceful, William Devonshire." In the end, Clayde obediently put on the underwear because he was convinced that William not only knew him like the back of his hand, but also f * cking appeared and disappeared like a ghost.
Under such circumstances, Clayde would be a fool if he didn't wear the bulletproof underwear in a fit of pique.
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