"You're the one who helped me?" Clarence Dobby's frightened face immediately showed a look of surprise, "Thanks, man, I'll be sure to thank you when I get out of here."

"Hahaha", as soon as Dobby finished speaking, William laughed, looked at Clyde Shelton, who was dressed in a police uniform and stared in the rearview mirror without speaking, "Mr. Shelton, how incompetent you had to be ten years ago to be ruined by such a fool."

Clyde shook his head and said with a sad expression, "I want to know it too", Clyde knew that he couldn't pretend anymore, and Clarence Dobby, who didn't care about the circle, stared at William, "We have a grudge."

"No, but it's a little bit of a holiday to be true."

"Holidays?", Clyde Sheldon stared carefully into William's eyes, "What kind of holidays?"

"FKU", listening to the conversation between William and Clyde, Dobby didn't know at this time that the two people in the car were ill-intentioned to him, and he would be a fool.

Raising the gun in his hand, it was a shot at Clyde in the driver's seat, but unfortunately, the expected gunshot did not sound, but a tingling pain came from his palm,

"Ahh

"Tetrodotoxin?" asked William, who knew the plot, to Clyde.

"That's right, extracted from the liver of the Caribbean pufferfish, only a little dose can paralyze people's nerves and paralyze the whole body, and the only advantage is that the perception of the outside world and their own pain will be a little stronger than that of normal people."

Clyde Shelton ripped off the wig on his head and the fake mustache on his face, took out a small flashlight and looked into Dobby's eyes, "Well, we're going to have a lot of time to talk about it."

Then he took the gun from Dobby's hand, and saw that the grip of the gun was full of stingers, and the toxins were injected into Dobby's body from these thorns.

"Oh, oh, oh, man, I advise you to be careful", before Clyde could move, William raised his finger and shook it, "I don't have the heart to hinder your revenge, I have contact with this scumbag, I still want to catch him for some experiments".

"Experiment?" Seeing that William had been calm since getting into the car, Clyde thought about it and put the pistol with a stinger into a cloth bag, "What kind of experiment?"

"Hehe", William shrugged, "is to break the hands and feet, and then use the new drug to repair the interrupted place, and when it is recovered, it will be interrupted again, and then repaired, and so on several times, and when it is confirmed that the function of the drug is okay, the test subject will be cleaned up."

"So, you sent the guy who kidnapped Dobby a few days ago," Clyde laughed and turned to look at William, before starting the police car and leaving the Brooklyn slum.

"That's right, that's why I said that there is no enmity between us, but there is a little trouble, after all, you have cost me hundreds of thousands of dollars."

"OK, I'll pay you a million dollars", Clyde, who was driving the car, looked in the rearview mirror, "For the sake of you catching scum for experiments, how about we make peace?"

"No problem, but you shouldn't mind if I visit you to see your revenge."

"Haha, no, I don't mind, it's better for me to have a personal visit, lest the tools I designed won't be appreciated, but, man, a word of advice to you, that scene will definitely not be acceptable to ordinary people",

Clyde smiled and looked at Dobby, who couldn't move at all, only his eyes could still move a few times, "The relationship between me and Mr. Dobby must be richer and more exciting than the experiment you described."

Well, as I remember in my head, Clyde's bastard not only used a chainsaw, but ended up tearing Dobby apart like a toy.

Although he must have killed ten times more people than Clyde, after thinking about it, he found that he really couldn't stand that scene, "Okay, thanks for the advice, in order not to have nightmares in the future, I'd better go home".

After speaking, patted the back of the driver's seat, "Stop in front, and finally remind you, no matter what you want to do, but don't expose your experience in the past ten years to the police, otherwise, you will definitely know what will happen next after seven years of killer career."

The car quickly stopped on the side of the road, and William was about to get out of the car when Clyde suddenly said, "William Devonhill?"

Hearing this, William, who was on the handlebar, immediately sat back in the back seat, "Hey, man, you're asking for trouble."

"NO, NO", Clyde turned to look at William, "For the sake of you not hindering me from taking revenge, tell you a message in return, and then you do me a few favors, and I will pay you 500 million dollars, how about it."

"Fifty million, are you kidding?" William glared at Clyde, "do you know what the result of the person who lied to me was?"

"Of course, there are a lot of your deeds in the underworld, and I don't want to make a feud with a real butcher like you," Clyde said, steering the wheel, driving to a suburban warehouse.

Get out of the car, then drag Dobby out of the car and throw him into the trunk of the regular vehicle he has prepared.

He shouted to William, who got out of the car, "Get in the car."

"Last month I was tasked with the technical director of network and security at the Banque de France.

Because of my own experience, since I entered the killer industry, I have a habit of investigating whether the target is a damned person before killing the target.

And the first time I saw the network technical director named Toby Lane, I knew that he was not a dangerous person, and as I investigated, I found that Toby Lane was a good person and a good father, so I didn't take that task.

But, within ten days, Toby Lane was still in a car accident and died."

After speaking, Clyde glanced at William, who shrugged, "Normal, in this world, you don't do some people work for money, and then said, I know there must be a follow-up."

"That's right, if I hadn't followed up, I probably wouldn't have started my revenge plan so soon," Clyde nodded, "I—"

"Wait," William asked curiously, "man, I'm curious, why didn't you wait ten years and didn't plan to start taking revenge, aren't you afraid that the enemy will hang up on his own, so you won't have a chance to do it yourself?"

Clyde paused for a few seconds before whispering, "I'm sorry, there are some things that just let him stay in my heart."

Seeing that Clyde didn't say anything, William asked tentatively, "So, Clarence Dobby would have pestered you ten years ago, otherwise how could someone like him know that you have a patent in your hand, and even if he did, he would dare to stare at you, who was worth millions of dollars at the time."

"Huh?" Clyde said after a few more seconds, squinting his eyes, "You are indeed the same as many of us suspected, not only is your own power very large, but it is also very likely that the special departments of England have deep connections, otherwise these things are not ordinary rich people can find out in a few days."

"Your revenge has dragged on for too long, so long that it is doubtful."