At half past eight in the evening, Carlos rushed to meet William in the abandoned factory on Bellot Street with the tools and equipment he bought, and after meeting, Carlos smiled and patted the backpack on his hand and said: "I'll do the next thing, these things you know best when you come up with them, and I'll leave the preparation to you", and shook his head, "I really don't know how you came up with this method."

William took the large backpack thrown by Carlos, handed Carlos the tranquilizer gun in his hand, smiled and walked into the abandoned factory, he was confident in Carlos's marksmanship, with the tranquilizer gun in hand, it didn't take much effort to catch a retired secret service.

Sure enough, as soon as William had prepared the equipment, Carlos carried Claude into the factory on his back and found William.

Walking up to William, Carlos helped Claude steady, took the gloves handed by William, and helped William put the medical strap into Claude's neck, right upper arm, wrist and palm, so that his palm pointed to his temple, and after fixing it, he put on the collarbone strap and attached the rope to hang it on the iron frame above his head.

Adjust the height to allow the unconscious Claude to stand still, pull out Claude's gun and fix it into the strap on the palm of his hand, and point it at Claude's temple.

When he was ready, William stood aside and asked Carlos, "How is it, is this self-death equipment okay?"

Carlos said with a smile, "It's not bad, with a fixed strap, there will be no bruising on the arms and wrists, and the coroner can't find anything, and we are now short of a reason for Claude's own death."

"It's easy to find a reason, to blame Claude for the attack on the White Palace a few days ago, and we can pretend that he was killed.

I would leave a last word and send it to his boss, saying that he had done something sorry to France while he was in the field, that he had been caught, and that he had to reveal information about the White Palace to the attackers, and that if he died, the attackers must have been exterminating.

In the letter, it will also be written that Claude threatens his boss with the evidence that his boss has secretly collected black tickets over the years, and if his wife dies, these evidence will be released, and I guarantee that Claude's head will never dare to blatantly check it, because his own body is not clean, he will only secretly check the trumped-up evidence, and will not care how Claude died.

In a moment, I will send a text message to Mr. Claude's wife, asking her to immediately go to Switzerland and wait for Claude incognito, and it will also say that there is a secret account in a small bank in Switzerland, which contains the $2 million I gave him the other day."

Before William could continue, Carlos interrupted and said, "Wait, William, you put in the money, so Claude's wife or the French people bite and bite it, can't they find out to you along the account?"

"Hehe, rest assured, I have prepared several secret bearer accounts a long time ago, and I have also transferred to several offshore banks several times, and finally transferred to a small bank in Switzerland that is not open to the public, and entered Claude's account through the underground money pile, and if you want to check, you can only find the underground money pile."

"Well, it's good that you're prepared".

"Okay, let's work, you're an expert in this area, don't be too clean Carlos, leave some clues, we have to convince Claude's head that Claude was killed by those attackers in the White Palace."

"OK, no problem, it just so happens that Claude has narcotic residue on his body, so that the autopsy can find out that Claude did not die while conscious, as long as he knows this, his boss will definitely think that Claude was killed."

William nodded, didn't care about the rest, took Claude's mobile phone out of the factory, put on a helmet, and rode a heavy motorcycle to Claude's house.

On a dark corner of the street outside Claude's house, he took out Claude's cell phone and made up a text message to send to his wife.

The letter instructed Claude's wife to immediately hide in Switzerland incognito, let alone contact any of Claude's former colleagues, for the safety of his wife, Claude must not go to Claude if he does not look for her, and if he dies, let his wife take the account name to the bank to claim the $2 million as a widow.

Claude's wife is worthy of being the wife of the secret service, and William didn't wait twenty minutes before he saw his wife rushing down the building in a panic with a large backpack on her back, and shouted to an acquaintance who was bumped into by her when she left the building:

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Luna, I'm catching a flight and my husband is waiting at the airport for me to go on vacation to Hawaii."

After getting into the car, Claude's wife drove out of the street at high speed, and William drove a heavy motorcycle to deliberately follow the car very closely, and after following for more than ten minutes, Claude's wife's car suddenly turned into the highway.

William drove his motorcycle to stop under the sign prohibiting motorcycles at the highway intersection, looked at the speeding away car, and said sorry to Claude's wife in his heart, fortunately you don't have children in this world, you should be able to find another husband to live in peace.

William believed that Claude's wife would become more cautious after discovering that she was being followed, and that in a few days the news of Claude's death would spread, and that she would probably go incognito, and that the $2 million would be enough to ensure that she would live well.

After dealing with Claude's mobile phone, William drove the locomotive to Carlos, and after meeting, Carlos nodded at William, indicating that he had taken care of Claude's affairs.

drove the locomotive and followed Carlos to an ordinary resident in the 13th District, hid the locomotive, and drove a couple of Carlos stolen cars out of the 13th District to take a taxi back to the Four Seasons Hotel.

I opened a room for Carlos, and after asking the hotel housekeeper, I knew that Ginny had stayed in the room all the time and never came out, so I was relieved and went to sleep directly after eating some supper and washing up.

The next morning, Carlos went out to prepare his equipment and then went to look for a suitable sniper point opposite 7 Avenue Bellick, while William spent money on the Internet to find a home with the best private investigators in Paris, and at the airport to keep an eye on the arrival of Murad, the leader of the Albanians.

William, who had nothing to do, found the hotel housekeeper and told him to prepare the car, and found an 18-year-old beautiful part-time tour guide who studied dance at the University of Paris to take him to various attractions in Paris that he had not been to, and at 3 o'clock in the afternoon William received a call from a private detective confirming that Murad had come to Paris, which made William feel relieved.

William, who was in a good mood, also bought a bracelet for the beautiful tour guide for more than 10,000 US dollars, and played until 7 o'clock in the evening, William had already joined hands with the beautiful tour guide, and took the girl to charter a cruise on the Seine, drinking Latour and eating the food cooked by the three-Michelin-starred chef hired by the hotel housekeeper.

When the boat was about to reach 7 rue de Belwick, William pulled up his beautiful guide and stood in the middle of the second floor of the boat, led by a pianist playing a memorial of love, and the two hugged each other and shook briskly on the Seine.

Unfortunately, the cheerful time was broken by 3 gunshots in a row within a few minutes, and William smiled and comforted the beautiful guide who was frightened by the robbery and hugged him tightly and screamed.

In the end, I had to take this girl who didn't know whether it was intentional or really scared to go back to the Four Seasons Hotel to do several fitness exercises that were beneficial to the body and mind, and then slept until dawn.

The next morning, after asking the butler of the presidential suite of the Four Seasons Hotel to pay $10,000 for the tour guide, William waved away the reluctant little girl.