Chapter five hundred and seventy-ninth supernatural powers and ghosts
"No problem," William smiled and snapped his fingers, "Although I don't mind helping, man, when it comes to revenge, the only real revenge is to do it yourself."
As soon as he finished speaking, a cross quickly appeared on the smart glasses on Clyde's face, and the target was Jacques Audiard, who was sunbathing on the beach.
"Should I give the order to fire?"
As soon as he finished saying "fire", Clyde heard a "bang", Jacques Audiard's head tilted, his legs kicked off and he collapsed on the beach chair without moving.
The lens in the glasses began to extend downward, and Jacques Audiard with a bloody hole on his forehead appeared in Clyde's eyes.
"Is it that simple?" After saying "fire", the enemy died. This surprised Clyde. He thought for a few seconds and then asked, "Drone?"
"It's that simple." William shrugged, without answering the question of whether it was a drone. "How difficult can it be to kill an unsuspecting person?"
Thinking about his past tasks, Clyde shook his head helplessly, but it was probably too simple, and he didn't feel the slightest sense of comfort in having his revenge. "Tell me, what do you want to know?"
"I'm very interested in how you knew that the man who was chasing you was the French head of homeland security, Victor Gahel," William asked, squinting his glasses.
"NO, change the conditions." Clyde refused without thinking, "I'm sorry, I will never betray my only friend and teacher."
"Do you still have a teacher?" These words made William curious.
"Of course," Clyde said calmly, "You don't really think that after I stayed in Siberia for three years, I would become a master of assassination as soon as I showed up, so let's change the conditions."
"Change the conditions? This is really a headache," William sat in the chair and thought, tapping his four fingers on the table. "Then let's change the situation. I don't ask who gave you the news, but I want to
Know how the news was obtained,
And who are Victor Gael’s accomplices, or in other words, who are the people who are secretly trying to deal with me because I bought the Château de Chantilly?”
"The source of the information?" Clyde pondered for a moment before saying, "The information was obtained through underground intelligence transactions, and the people who secretly want to deal with you, I don't know, man, I'm just a lone wolf, how could I possibly know about the upper echelons of France?"
thing".
"NO, you know." That's not what he told himself before Clyde's memory was erased a few days ago. At that time, Clyde was very sure that there were many people in France who wanted to deal with him.
The Château de Chantilly, Château de Siché, and the associated land total 9,800 hectares and are now worth 3.7 billion U.S. dollars. Within ten years, the value will definitely exceed 10 billion U.S. dollars, so William will never let it go.
There are no questions about the ownership of these two castles.
Knowing that Clyde dared to play tricks on him in this situation, William couldn't help but feel angry. He stared into Clyde's eyes and said word by word, "Tell me your name."
The first time William stared at him so seriously and fiercely, Clyde suddenly became a little nervous, but he really didn't want to betray his only friend and the teacher who saved his life.
However, just because Clyde didn't say anything, it didn't mean there were no clues. In a few seconds, Sunday reported the report in William's ears, "SIR, among the underground intelligence transactions, the names that can be named include Owen Wilson, Mark Varley,
Jake Gyllenha, Tobin Foster."
When William followed Sunday's name and announced Tobin Foster one by one, Clyde's heart beat violently. This made William, who had been turning on the mental scan, immediately say, "Tobin Foster."
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"Damn it," Clyde 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, which made Clyde feel sad.
Full of bitterness.
"Haha, Tobin Foster, the biggest traitor in the history of C1A, a black hole in the intelligence community who dares to sell any information on C1A for money," while listening to the information spoken in his ears on Sunday,
William stared at Clyde with a smile, "It seems that your experience in the past ten years is indeed legendary, Mr. Sheldon.
It’s no wonder that someone like you, who has no patriotism in his heart, has been cooperating with special departments such as C1A and the British Military Intelligence Agency. Is it very profitable to sell intelligence? Is it exciting? Isn’t it a sense of accomplishment to seek revenge in disguise? "
Every time William said something, Clyde's heart sank. Just when he thought William would hand him over to the C1A people, he saw William throwing something no bigger than a grain of rice on the table in front of him, smiling.
Said, "Put it on, maybe we can have a good chat."
Seeing William's unquestioning look and his words seeming to have a turning point, the good guy Clyde put the miniature headphones in his ears regardless of the immediate disadvantage, but in his heart he planned to find a way to take out the headphones after he went out.
It's a pity that Clyde still doesn't understand William. As soon as he put the earphones into his ears, a creepy feeling appeared directly in his heart.
Because the tiny earphone actually crawled into his eardrum, Clyde, who was in a panic, immediately stood up and stared at William, and asked eagerly, "FK, what the hell is this?"
"Of course it's a good thing, a long-distance communication device," William joked with a smile. "Don't worry, it's 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 speaking, William made a flowering movement with his hands, and walked out with a smile, "The plan to rescue you is tonight, but my plan is a little different from the plan you have planned for ten years, because, in order to
I have to make some small changes to the security of the four billion dollars.
Don't worry, I guarantee that you will be safe for the time being, because I want to meet the legendary traitor named Tobin Foster. See you in the evening, Mr. Clyde."
At seven o'clock in the evening, after thinking about it all afternoon, I knew that I didn't want to kill Clyde. I had no choice but to finally act according to my plan. As for any changes to William's plan, he couldn't control that much now.
He walked to the iron door of the cell and listened quietly for a few minutes. After confirming that the two men were watching him, the prison guard left his post without permission and went to the restaurant for dinner.
Clyde came to the sink in the solitary room, pressed the switch behind the sink, opened the tunnel door, and climbed into the basement.
But as soon as he walked to the clothes rack to change clothes, he was horrified to see a package quietly placed on the table next to the clothes rack.
Taking a few deep breaths and trying to calm down, Clyde picked up the note on the package and looked at the words printed on the note, 'Bulletproof version of the Autumn Clothing, you can wear it or not'.
"FK, how come that bastard can avoid so many surveillance cameras?" Clyde cursed and walked to the computer to check, but after looking at it for more than ten minutes, he found nothing.
"You have so many magical powers, William Devonshire," Clyde finally put on his autumn clothes obediently, because he was convinced that William not only really knew him well, but he was also so elusive.
Under such circumstances, Clyde would be a fool not to wear bulletproof autumn clothes out of anger.