Chapter five hundred and eighty-one trust no one, don't believe the butcher's words
"That's good. I didn't expect that waiting outside the prison would make us wait for the opportunity." The person in the driver's seat thought for a while and said, "Wait for him to come out, Juan, please confirm again, and then follow him out of here. If you find an opportunity, just
If you do it directly and delay it, it will be difficult to explain to others when you return to Paris and return to the team."
"Understood," after saying that, Juan picked up the telescope again and observed the surrounding situation. On his raised wrist, a tattoo of a cheetah head was revealed.
If Clyde had seen it, he would have immediately understood that these two people were the ones who were chasing him before.
If Clyde walked out of the city hall and drove away directly, he might still have a chance to avoid pursuit, but he wanted to make sure that Nickress would follow his plan.
Deliberately sitting in the car waiting for Nikris to arrive, this gave the two killers an opportunity.
The two killers waited for more than ten minutes after Clyde got into the car. They saw that Clyde stayed in the car for some reason and refused to leave.
"Fk, get out of the car, let's kill him here." After saying that, the killer took out his pistol and silencer, and looked at his companion who was doing the same thing.
Hurry, so as not to alert the police outside the city hall building."
"clear".
The two killers got out of the car, pretending to be passers-by, and slowly approached Clyde's car.
When the killer walking in front passed by Clyde's car, he glanced at Clyde in the driver's seat and saw that he had both hands on the steering wheel. After making sure that he had no weapons,
Suddenly he turned around and looked at Clyde to attract his attention. The killer behind him quickly walked around the back of the car, rushed to the car door, took out a gun, and shot Clyde in the head.
Fortunately, Clyde was very vigilant. As soon as the killer on the side appeared in the rearview mirror, he hid directly in the passenger seat. Unfortunately, the killer was too close to him now, so he dodged and hit his head.
of bullets,
But there was no chance to dodge the next bullets. The killer who had already walked to the car shot Clyde three times in the back.
A sharp pain came to Clyde's mind. As he climbed towards the car, he was thinking, "fk, isn't it said that the cushioning effect of this body armor is very good? Why does it still hurt so much?"
"Cough cough", after climbing a few steps, Clyde began to cough, and then his whole body became weak as if he was leaking air. After only climbing a few steps, the pain in his back became more and more intense, "f, fk".
"This, this, this is not a bulletproof suit." Clyde reached out and touched the place where he was hit. When he raised his hand, he saw that his hand was covered with blood. He lay on the carriage in frustration.
I thought with regret, "God, how could I believe what a butcher who has been trained as an agent since childhood and kills without blinking an eye says?"
But now he realized it was too late, "I didn't expect that I would die here." While feeling regretful, a crazy idea flashed in his mind, that is, blowing up the city hall.
Enduring the severe pain, as soon as his hand touched the phone, the car door was opened. One of the killers grabbed Clyde by the collar and punched him in the stomach. The other one sat in the driver's seat, started the car, turned the steering wheel and left.
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Seeing the face of the person who was grabbing him clearly, Clyde was so horrified that he even forgot to press the dial button on his cell phone. He murmured in a low voice with a look of panic and disbelief, "You, you didn't." Before the word "death" came out of his mouth, his face
His glasses and beard were ripped off.
An excited French voice came, "Pierre, it's definitely him."
"Are you still alive?" The tone of the reply was also filled with excitement.
"Still alive." Clyde, who was almost delirious, felt a hand pressing on his neck, "but it's getting close, he won't live much longer."
As soon as he finished speaking, the killer snatched the cell phone from Clyde's hand.
The cell phone was robbed, and Clyde, who was already on his deathbed, began to murmur in confusion, "Give it back, give it back to me."
The killer looked at the cell phone in his hand and the number displayed, shot Clyde who was already dying, turned around and sat in the passenger seat and said to his companion, "Pierre, that guy held on to him until he died.
This mobile phone, it seems that I want to make this call."
"Try?" Pierre turned his head and glanced at his companion holding the mobile phone while driving.
The companion thought for a moment and looked at Clyde in the car and said, "Drive the car to the outskirts and burn it down."
Pierre thought about it and nodded, "OK, I'll drive our car and follow you."
At this time, Nick quickly walked into the lobby with two bailiffs. After showing his ID to the security guard, he quickly found the cleaning cart that Clyde had deliberately placed outside the conference room on the fifth floor in the control room.
Carefully holding the gun, they rushed to the fifth floor and found no sign of Clyde. Nick and the two bailiffs started searching with confidence, and soon found the fried egg carton placed under the table.
A bailiff with experience in bomb disposal carefully opened the box. When he saw the explosive eggs in the box, he cursed, "fk, these are napalm bombs. With this quantity, once it explodes, this whole floor will be engulfed in flames and destroyed."
"Can it be dismantled?" Nick asked quickly.
"Sorry, man, I'm not sure," Sean immediately shook his head and continued, "We have to tell the people in the meeting upstairs to leave immediately, otherwise, who knows when that madman Clyde will activate this fried egg."
"No, no," Nick, another bailiff, hurriedly refused, "You don't understand, Sean. Wilson and I saw him monitoring the conference room on the sixth floor in the tunnel dug by Clyde. At this time, we informed the people in the meeting to leave.
, if Clyde has a portable monitor in his hand, he will activate this fried egg immediately."
Wilson nodded in agreement, "Yes, rather than informing the people above, I think it would be better to move the fried eggs to an open area immediately."
"That's right", Nick nodded.
"Okay", Sean carefully closed the box, and after carrying the box for a few steps, he suddenly said, "Maybe we can return this fried egg to that madman Clyde."
"What?" Wilson was stunned for a moment, then said excitedly, "Yes, we let that bastard send himself to heaven."
"No", Nickris turned around and looked at his two colleagues seriously, "God, do you know what you are talking about?"
"Ding-a-ling, jingle-a-ling."
A ringtone came from Nick, and he answered the phone. After a few words, Nick was so lost that he almost couldn't stand.
Wilson next to him hurriedly supported him and asked, "Nick, what happened?"
"Nick", seeing that Nickress didn't speak as if he was lost, Wilson hurriedly shook him, "What happened?"
Nikris closed his eyes and said in horror, "Sarah, Sarah is dead."
"How is it possible? Isn't Sarah checking Led's accomplice in prison?" Wilson said with disbelief.
Then Wilson and Sean's cell phones also rang. After answering the phone, both of them couldn't help but cursed Clyde. Nick pushed Wilson's hand away, gritted his teeth and took the fried egg carton from Sean, "We'll go back."
prison".
"That's right, go back to prison and I will kill that madman."