After putting on his bulletproof vest, Clyde cursed as he put on his cleaner's jacket and pants. He picked up his ID card, pasted on his beard, and put on a pair of black-rimmed glasses. He stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself. After making sure that he looked very different from when he had no beard, he nodded in satisfaction.
Then he checked the bodies and mechanisms that were brought in last night. Using a special mailbox, he sent the information of his company in Panama to Nick Reese.
In the end, Clyde stood there and thought for a long time before he gave up the idea of sending an email to Tobin Foster. This made William, who had been watching him, a little unhappy. However, it was normal to be so cautious.
Clyde carried the vacuum cleaner with hidden mechanisms, walked out of the warehouse along the tunnel, and drove away in a van.
He went all the way to the City Hall, parked the car, and pushed the cleaning cart. Clyde calmly greeted the City Hall security guard that he had known for a long time. Then he looked at the heavily armed SWAT team and whispered, "What's going on?"
"There's a meeting at the top. The people here today are all heads of various departments. So, you know," the security guard whispered carefully.
Two years ago, Clyde registered a cleaning company and got the job of cleaning the City Hall at an unprofitable price. Although he didn't come often, it was hard for him not to be familiar with the security guards after two years.
Walking to the security area, Clyde talked with the security guard about trifles as he went through the security check and the SWAT team's search. Then he pushed the cleaning cart into the elevator and went to the fifth floor of the building. He started to clean the rooms one by one.
However, while he was cleaning, he also took out the various parts of the fried eggs that he had prepared in advance from each room. After ten minutes, he reached the conference room on the fifth floor. He pushed the door open, locked it, and quickly installed the various parts. Finally, he poured out six solid napalm bombs from the vacuum cleaner's hose.
In less than five minutes, a simple but powerful fried egg was assembled.
He looked up at the ceiling of the conference room strangely. It was as if he could see all the heads of departments in New York meeting in the conference room on the sixth floor.
He put the fried eggs under a table and pushed the cleaning cart out of the conference room. He took out a blue plastic bottle and placed the cleaning cart directly outside the conference room.
"Beep, beep, beep." Clyde, who was walking toward the tool shed, heard the alarm on his mobile phone, alerting him that someone had broken into the warehouse and tunnel outside the prison walls. Without thinking, Clyde knew that Nick Reese had received his mail and found the warehouse and tunnel.
Thinking of this, Clayde couldn't help but smile. At least Nick Reese wasn't stupid after all. His painstaking plan hadn't gone to waste.
Silently thinking about the clues he had left in the basement and the time it would take to drive from the prison to the city hall, Clyde sped up to the tool room and poured the blue paint into the water tank of the fire sprinkler. He then took out a small device from his pocket and hid it in the pile of towels on the table in the tool room.
After dealing with it, Clyde muttered wretchedly, "Hehe, if the reporters see all the leaders of New York running out of the city hall in blue in an hour, there will be a good show to watch."
After doing this, Clyde walked to the gate and said to the security guard, "I've run out of detergent. I'll go get some from the car."
Before the security guard could speak, the head of the SWAT team said, "Wait, that's all for today. We'll talk about the rest tomorrow."
"Of course I'm okay with getting off work early." Clyde nodded with a smile. "But buddy, you can't deduct my pay because of this."
"Don't worry, there are so many people here to testify for you. I promise your boss won't deduct your pay," the head of the SWAT team said perfunctorily.
"Haha, that's great." After saying that, Clyde pretended to be happy and said, "If I get off work at this time, I might be able to catch the game when I get home. Bye, everyone."
Walking out of the city hall, he opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat, quietly waiting for Nick's arrival. At the same time, he thought about all the details of his escape.
According to Clyde's original plan, he would kill all of Nick Reese's colleagues. On the one hand, it was indeed revenge. On the other hand, it was to arouse Nick's hatred for Clyde.
As long as Nick watched his colleagues and boss die one by one, he would definitely think that Clyde had gone completely crazy after finding a gasoline bomb that could blow up an entire floor in the city hall.
Out of fear and hatred, plus the safety of himself and his loved ones, Nick Reese would definitely bring the gasoline bomb back to the detention room and let Clyde blow himself up.
And once that happened, the corpse that Clyde had prepared in the basement under the detention room would be useful. Once the gasoline bomb exploded, not to mention the corpse, even steel would melt. This way, Clyde would be able to disappear without a trace.
However, the plan was very good. Unfortunately, William, the troublemaker, had appeared. An explosive detector had ruined Clyde's plan to kill Nick's colleagues. So now, Clyde was not sure if Nick Reese would follow the steps he had planned.
Fortunately, Clyde had a backup plan. He would force Nick to kill him.
Taking out a phone that he had never used before, he installed a new SIM card and sent a message to a number. "Help me kill Nick Reese's assistant, Sarah Lowell, and the forensic doctor who perjured himself ten years ago."
After nearly two minutes, Clyde received a reply. "Okay." After about ten seconds, another message came. "Clyde, are you sure you know what you're doing?"
After reading this message, Clyde grinned and typed on the phone with both hands. "Don't worry, as long as you help me take care of Sarah Lowell and the forensic doctor, my revenge will be complete.
So, you don't have to worry that I'm crazy enough to really kill all the heads of departments in New York. Instead of letting hundreds of families lose their loved ones, these people would be better off.
It's better to let these high and mighty people be so embarrassed that they don't even have the face to go out. The power of Zhengzhi's scandal is better than panic, and the impact will be greater. "
"Okay, as long as you're not crazy. After this is over, we'll meet in Cape Town, South Africa."
"Okay." Putting the phone in his pocket, Clyde happily thought about how after this was over, he would first go to those small countries to get an official identity, then spend money to immigrate. After a few years with a new identity, he would be able to strut around in the sun again.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, Nick finally arrived at the city hall with two bailiffs. Clyde twisted his car key, hailed a cab, and put on the earphones connected to the listening device in the egg crate, intending to leave.
Unfortunately, despite his good calculations, he did not realize that from the moment he drove away from the vicinity of the prison, he had been targeted by a car.
When he got out of the car at the city hall and crossed the road, the person in the passenger seat who was tailing him was observing him with binoculars.
After Clyde entered the city hall, the person in the passenger seat put down the binoculars and said, "That's him."
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