"That's good. I didn't expect that waiting outside the prison would give us an opportunity." The man in the driver's seat thought for a while and said, "Wait for him to come out. Juan, you confirm it again and then follow him out of here. Find an opportunity and do it immediately. If this drags on, it won't be easy to explain to the others when we return to Paris."
"Understood." After that, Juan picked up the binoculars again and observed the surroundings. On his raised wrist, a cheetah head tattoo could be seen.
If Clyde saw it, he would immediately know that these two people were the ones who had chased after him.
If Clyde walked out of the city hall and drove away directly, he might have a chance to avoid being chased. However, he wanted to make sure that Nikris would not follow his plan.
He deliberately sat in the car and waited for Nikris to arrive, which gave the two killers a chance.
After Clyde got into the car, the two killers waited for more than ten minutes. They did not know why Clyde stayed in the car and did not leave.
"FK, get out of the car. We'll kill him here." After that, the killer took out his pistol and silencer and looked at his partner who was doing the same. "I'll cover the front. You shoot from the side. Be quick so that you don't alert the police outside the city hall."
"Understood."
The two killers got out of the car and pretended to be passers-by. They slowly moved to the side of Clyde's car.
When the killer in front passed by Clyde's car, he glanced at Clyde who was in the driver's seat and saw that he had both hands on the steering wheel.
He suddenly turned to look at Clyde to attract his attention. The killer in the back quickly went around the back of the car and rushed to the door. He took out his gun and shot at Clyde's head.
Fortunately, Clyde was very vigilant. As soon as the killer appeared in the rearview mirror, he immediately hid in the front passenger seat. Unfortunately, the killer was too close to him and dodged the bullet to the head.
However, he did not have the chance to dodge the next bullet. The killer had already walked to the side of the car and fired three shots at Clyde's back.
A sharp pain was transmitted to Clyde's mind. As he climbed into the car, he thought, "FK, didn't you say that this kind of bulletproof vest has a good cushioning effect? Why is it still so painful? "
"Cough, cough." After crawling for a few steps, Clayde began to cough. Then, his whole body became weak as if it was leaking air. After crawling for a few steps, the pain on his back became more and more intense. "F * ck."
"This, this, this isn't a bulletproof vest." Clayde reached out and touched the spot where he was hit. When he raised his hand, he saw that his hand was covered in blood. He laid on the floor of the car like a deflated balloon.
He thought to himself regretfully, "God, how could I have believed the words of a butcher who had been trained as a secret agent since he was a child?"
However, it was already too late for him to realize this. "I never thought that I would die here." While he was filled with regret, a crazy idea flashed through his mind, and that was to blow up the main hall.
Enduring the excruciating pain, Clyde had just reached for his phone when the car door was opened. One of the hitmen grabbed Clyde's collar and punched him in the stomach. The other sat in the driver's seat, started the car, turned the steering wheel, and drove away.
When Clyde saw the face of the person who grabbed him, he was so frightened that he even forgot to press the dial button. With a look of panic and disbelief, he whispered in a low voice, "You, you are …" Before he could say the word 'dead', the glasses and beard on his face were pulled off.
An agitated French voice sounded, "Pierre, I'm sure it's him."
"Is he still alive?" The tone of the voice was also agitated.
"Yes." Clyde, who was almost delirious, felt a hand on his neck. "But, he won't be able to live for long."
As soon as the voice fell, the hitman snatched the phone from Clyde's hand.
With the phone taken away, Clyde, who was on the verge of death, began to murmur in a delirious state, "Give, give it back to me."
The hitman looked at the phone in his hand and the number displayed on the screen. He shot Clyde, who was already on the verge of death, and turned to sit in the passenger seat and said to his companion, "Pierre, that guy was holding this phone even before he died. It seems that he wanted to call this number."
"Give it a try?" Pierre turned to look at his companion who was holding the phone as he drove.
His companion thought for a moment and looked at Clyde in the car. "Let's drive the car to the suburbs and burn it."
Pierre thought for a moment and nodded. "Okay, I'll get our car and follow you."
At this time, Nick quickly walked into the lobby with two bailiffs. After showing their identification to the security guard, they quickly found the cleaning cart that Clyde had deliberately placed outside the conference room on the fifth floor in the surveillance room.
Carefully holding the gun, they rushed to the fifth floor. Seeing that Clyde was not there, Nick and the two bailiffs were relieved and began to search. Soon, they found the egg crate under the table.
A bailiff with experience in bomb defusing carefully opened the crate. As soon as he saw the eggs in the crate, he cursed, "F * ck, this is napalm. According to the number, once it explodes, this floor will be engulfed in flames and destroyed."
"Can it be defused?" Nick hurriedly asked.
"Sorry, buddy, I'm not sure." Sean immediately shook his head and continued, "We have to inform the people upstairs to leave immediately. Otherwise, who knows when that lunatic Clyde will activate this bomb."
"No, no." Nick and the other bailiff hurriedly refused. "You don't understand, Sean. Wilson and I saw that Clyde had been monitoring the conference room on the sixth floor in the tunnel he dug. If we inform the people in the meeting to leave now, Clyde will immediately activate this bomb if he has a portable monitor."
Wilson nodded in agreement. "That's right. Rather than informing the people upstairs, I think it's better to immediately move the bomb to an open space."
"That's right." Nick nodded.
"Okay." Sean carefully closed the crate. After taking a few steps with the crate, he suddenly said, "Maybe we can return this bomb to that lunatic Clyde."
"What?" Wilson was stunned for a moment, then said excitedly, "That's right, we'll let that bastard send himself to heaven."
"No." Nikris turned and looked at his two colleagues seriously. "God, do you know what you're talking about?"
"Ding Ling Ling, Ding Ling Ling."
A ringtone came from Nick's body. After a few words, Nick almost couldn't stand still.
Wilson, who was beside him, hurriedly supported him and asked, "Nick, what's wrong?"
"Nick." Seeing that Nikris didn't speak, Wilson hurriedly shook him. "What's going on?"
Nikris closed his eyes and said in horror, "Sarah, Sarah, she's dead."
"How is that possible? Isn't Sarah investigating Clyde's accomplices in prison?" Wilson said with a face full of disbelief.
Then, Wilson and Sean's cell phones rang. After the two of them answered the phone, they couldn't help but curse Clyde. Nick pushed Wilson's hand away and took the crate from Sean with gritted teeth. "Let's go back to prison."
"Yes, back to prison. I want to kill that lunatic."
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