"That's good, I didn't expect that waiting outside the prison really made us wait for a chance", the person in the driver's seat thought for a while, "Wait for him to come out, Juan, you confirm again, and then follow him out of here, find a chance to do it directly, and then drag it down, and it will be difficult to explain to others when you return to Paris."

"Understood," Juan picked up the binoculars again, observing the situation around him, and on his wrist, a tattoo of a cheetah's head couldn't help but be revealed.

If Clyde had seen it, he would have immediately understood that these two men were the ones who had been chasing him before.

And if Clyde drove away directly out of the city hall, maybe there would be a chance to avoid the pursuit, but he wanted to make sure that Nichyth would go according to his plan,

Deliberately sitting in the car waiting for Nickreth to arrive, this gives the two killers a chance.

After the two killers got into the car with Clyde, they waited for more than ten minutes, and saw that Clyde didn't know why he stayed in the car and didn't leave.

"FK, get out of the car, let's kill him here", after saying that, the killer took out his pistol and silencer, and glanced at his companion who was doing the same, "I'll go to the front to cover up, you shoot in the side, move quickly, so as not to alarm the police outside the city hall building."

"Understood".

The two killers got out of the car, pretending to be passers-by, one after the other, and slowly touched the side of Clyde's car.

When the killer walking in front passed Clyde's car, he glanced at Clyde in the driver's seat, saw that he had both hands on the steering wheel, and after making sure that he had no weapons,

Suddenly he turned to look at Clyde, attracting his attention, and the killer behind quickly rounded the rear of the car, rushed to the door and grabbed it, and shot Clyde in the head.

Fortunately, Clyde was very vigilant, and as soon as the killer on the side appeared in the rearview mirror, he hid directly in the passenger seat, but unfortunately, the killer was too close to him now, dodging the bullet to the head,

But there was no chance to dodge the next bullet, and the killer, who had already walked to the side of the car, fired three shots in Clyde's back.

A sharp pain reached Clyde's mind, and as he crawled to the car, he thought to himself, "FK, didn't you say that this body armor has a good cushioning effect? Why does it still hurt so much?"

"Ahem", after not climbing a few steps, Clyde began to cough, and then his whole body was weak as if he had leaked air, and he only climbed a few steps, and 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, and when he raised his hand, he saw that his hands were full of blood, and he was lying on the carriage like a deflated person,

"God, how could I believe the words of a butcher who has been trained by agents since he was a child to kill people without blinking."

But now he understands that it is too late, "I didn't expect me to die here", while regretting, he couldn't help but have a crazy thought in his heart, that is, to blow up the city hall.

Enduring the severe pain, as soon as his hand touched the phone, the car door was opened, and one of the killers pulled Clyde by the collar and punched him in the stomach, while the other sat in the driver's seat, started the car, turned the steering wheel and left.

Seeing the appearance of the person who grabbed him, Clyde was so frightened that he forgot to press the dial button on his mobile phone, and muttered in a low voice with a panicked and unbelieving look, "You, you didn't", and before the word could be spoken, the glasses and beard on his face were ripped off.

A voice came in French with excitement, "Pierre, I'm sure it's him."

"Are you still alive?" replied with the same emotion.

"Alive," Clyde, who was already delirious, felt a hand on his neck, "but soon, he won't live long."

As soon as the words fell, the killer snatched Clyde's phone from his hand.

The phone was robbed, and Clyde, who was already on the verge of dying, began to murmur in a delirious voice, "Give it back, give it back to me."

The killer looked at the mobile phone in his hand and the displayed number, made up a shot at Clyde, who was no longer dead, turned to sit in the passenger seat and said to his companion, "Pierre, that guy is holding this phone when he is dying, and it seems that he wants to make this call."

"Try?" said Pierre, turning his head as he drove and glanced at his companion with his phone.

The companion thought for a while and looked at Clyde in the carriage and said, "Drive the car to the suburbs and burn it."

Pierre thought about it and nodded, "OK, I'll go drive our car with you".

At this time, Nick walked into the lobby with two bailiffs, showed his ID to the security guard, and soon found the cleaning cart that Clyde deliberately placed outside the conference room on the fifth floor in the monitoring room.

Carefully holding the gun, he rushed to the fifth floor, and did not find Clyde, so Nick and the two bailiffs searched with confidence, and soon found the egg crate placed under the table.

A bailiff with experience in bomb disposal carefully opened the box, and when he saw the fried eggs in the box, he scolded, "FK, this is napalm, according to this amount, once it explodes, this floor will be engulfed by fire and destroyed."

"Can it be demolished?" asked Nick.

"I'm sorry, man, I'm not sure," Sean shook his head at once, and continued, "We'll have to tell the people upstairs to leave immediately, or hell knows when that craziness from Clyde is going to start this fried egg."

"No, no," Nick refused, the other bailiff, "you don't understand, Sean, Wilson and I saw in the tunnel that Clyde dug that he had been monitoring the conference room on the sixth floor, and at this time the people in the meeting were told to leave, and in case Clyde had a portable monitor in his hand, he would immediately activate this fried egg."

Wilson nodded in agreement, "That's right, instead of informing the people above, I think it's better to move the fried eggs to an open area immediately."

"That's right," Nick nodded.

"OK", Sean carefully closed the box, and after a few steps with the box, he suddenly said, "Maybe we can return this fried egg to that crazy Clyde."

"What," Wilson paused, then excitedly, "yes, we'll let that bastard send himself to heaven."

"NO", Nikreth turned to look at his two colleagues solemnly, "God, do you know what you're talking about?"

"Jingle bells, jingle bells".

A bell rang from Nick's body, and after answering the phone, Nick almost couldn't stand in despair without saying a few words.

Wilson, who was beside him, hurriedly grabbed him and asked, "Nick, what's wrong?"

"Nick", seeing that Nicholas didn't speak like a lost soul, Wilson hurriedly shook him, "What the hell is going on".

Nikreth closed his eyes and said in horror, "Sha, Sarah, dead."

"How is it possible, isn't Sarah an accomplice in prison Chaclade?" said Wilson with a look of disbelief.

Then Wilson and Sean's cell phones rang, and after the two answered the phone, they couldn't help but scold Clyde, Nick pushed Wilson's hand away, gritted his teeth and took the egg crate from Sean's hand, "Let's go back to prison."

"That's right, go back to prison, I'm going to kill that madman."