Chapter five hundred and seventy-two preaching without blood is useless
"I heard," Clyde raised his head and glanced at Nick, with his hands behind his head and said nonchalantly, "This lesson tells us that we must be punctual, so you are the murderers of Bill Reno's death."
"It's okay if you want to be a life mentor, but you don't think the methods used are too cruel," Nick said with a sad face.
"Hey, Nick, based on my experience in the past ten years, preaching without blood is of no use," Clyde said, lying down with his legs crossed, "Look, I believe that in the days to come, you will definitely
Become a very punctual person.”
"Fk", Nick cursed in his mind, "Then why did you kill your own inmate? Don't tell me that shit because the inmate is a scumbag."
"Why?" Clyde rolled his eyes and said, "Because there are always some people who think they are superior. To deal with such people, you have to use the cruelest means to make them understand that they are nothing.
Didn't you see the expression on Mr. Warden's face just now? It was so wonderful. After that, he must have understood that even if he has the final say here, he can't do whatever he wants."
Clyde sat up, walked to the cell, looked at the livid Nick outside the door 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 on me.
, I will play with him, the game with back and forth is exciting."
But Nick didn't believe this at all, but it was good for Clyde to be put in a solitary cell to prevent this lunatic from attacking other prisoners, and it would be best to keep him in solitary until after the trial.
After that, no matter how Nick stirred up the conversation, Clyde just lay on the bed and said nothing.
Unable to find anything to say, Nick had no choice but to leave the solitary room, call his boss, and make an appointment to see Judge Roberts tomorrow to apply for Clyde to be detained until the end of the trial.
As soon as Nick left, Clyde lay on the bed and fell asleep with his head covered. At midnight that night, Clyde woke up and listened quietly for half an hour.
After confirming that the two prison guards guarding him outside the solitary confinement room had indeed left, he quietly pressed a switch under the washbasin in the solitary confinement room, crawled into the tunnel he had dug, and arrived at a basement of several tens of square meters.
He walked to the prepared monitoring equipment and pressed a few times on the keyboard. A picture of a large house appeared on the monitor. After clicking with the mouse, the picture switched to a bedroom. Clyde smiled and muttered,
"Wait for me, Judge Roberts."
After taking off his prison uniform and applying makeup with tools, Clyde drove to Judge Roberts' home with the equipment he prepared.
His revenge plan has been prepared for ten years, so Clyde knows all the people involved in the case of his wife and daughter, and he even has the key to Judge Roberts' house.
It took an hour to reach the destination, open the door with a key, and then swagger into Judge Roberts' house and use tools to put a bug and a mini bomb into Roberts' cell phone.
Then he returned to the solitary room along the same route, lying on the bed and thinking silently that if Roberts died tomorrow, he would definitely stay in the solitary room from now on and would not want to go anywhere.
And this is what he expected.
As soon as he got to work the next morning, Nick and his boss Bruce Mack came to Judge Roberts' office.
After taking the applications from the two of them, Roberts threw them on the table after reading them. "You came to see me early in the morning just to extend Clyde's solitary confinement?"
Bruce Mike nodded, "You should have read yesterday's report. The madman not only killed lawyer Bill Reynolds, but also twisted the neck of his cellmate like a lunatic. Therefore, we are worried that if the madman comes out of the solitary cell, he will be killed again.
What should I do if I go crazy and kill people?”
"But the outside world is staring at us now. In this sensitive period, the risk of signing such a document is too high," Roberts pointed at the documents on the table and hesitated, "unless you give me a reasonable and legal reason."
Seeing that Roberts actually agreed, Bruce Mack smiled and took out a document and handed it to her, "This document should be able to solve your problem."
Roberts took the document and glanced at it for a few seconds, then leaned back in his chair and thought for a few seconds before picking up a pen and signing his name on the document, "I signed the document, but don't expect me to continue."
"Buckle, buckle, buckle", there was a knock on the door.
Bruce Mack hurriedly put the documents that Roberts had just signed into his briefcase, while Roberts sat upright again and said "come in."
There was a click of the door, and his secretary Jenny, a middle-aged man in a colonel's military uniform, and a tall middle-aged man in civilian clothes walked in.
"What's the matter, Jenny?" Roberts asked his secretary strangely.
"A document has just arrived, and it tells you to deal with it immediately." Jenny walked quickly to Roberts and handed her not a document, but a piece of paper.
Roberts took it and looked at it doubtfully, only to see the note saying, 'c1a, it's an emergency, don't say anything and follow our instructions.'
After reading the note, Roberts was about to ask, but his mouth was immediately covered by his secretary before she could open her mouth. Before she could get angry, she heard Jenny whisper in her ear,
"Boss, I verified their identity and they said something that would endanger your personal safety is about to happen."
Roberts looked at Jenny in panic, and when he saw Jenny nodding, he nodded quickly, and then Jenny released the hand covering her mouth.
"Ding ding, ding, ding," a ringtone suddenly rang from Roberts' cell phone on his desk.
Before she could pick up the phone, the middle-aged man in casual clothes walked over quickly, picked up the phone with his gloved hand, and then raised his finger to signal everyone to stop talking.
Without waiting for anyone to ask, the man in casual clothes carefully walked to the corner of the office, opened his cell phone, and the cell phone immediately exploded.
Clyde, who was in the prison solitary cell, hung up the phone with satisfaction, opened the secret passage door, threw the phone into the basement, closed the door again, and lay on the bed, waiting for someone to interrogate him.
In Roberts' office, Roberts, who was so frightened by the bomb that he almost fell to the ground, screamed at the men in military uniforms and civilian clothes, "What the hell, what is this, what is this, why did my phone explode?"
The man in civilian clothes shook his numb hands, took off his gloves, and looked at them to make sure that his hands were just numb from the shock and there were no other problems. Then he smiled and said to the air, "It's solved, 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 coming in, everyone who was frightened couldn't help but froze, but Nick reacted quickly, stood up and looked at William and said, "What on earth is going on?"
William did not answer Nick's words, but smiled and said to the middle-aged man in military uniform, "Benny, you are a landlord, you tell me!"