Putting on the body armor, Clyde scolded and put on the cleaner's jacket and pants, picked up the prepared ID tag, pasted a beard, wore black-rimmed glasses, stood in front of the mirror and looked at it, and after making sure that there was a huge difference between his current self and his beardless appearance, he nodded with satisfaction.

Then he inspected the corpses and institutions that Bian had brought in the middle of the night last night, and then used a special mailbox to send his company information in Panama to Nick Rhys.

In the end, Clyde stood and thought for a long time before he let go of the reminder email to Tobin Foster, which made William, who had been staring at him, a little unhappy, but it was normal to be so cautious.

Clyde carried the vacuum cleaner with the built-in mechanism inside, walked out of the warehouse down the tunnel, and left in a van.

All the way to the city hall, parked the car, and pushed the cleaning cart, Clyde calmly greeted the security guard of the city hall who he had known for a long time, and then looked at the heavily armed SWAT officer, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

"There's a meeting going on up there, and the people who came today are all heads of departments, so, you know," the security guard whispered cautiously.

Two years ago, Clyde registered a cleaning company, and then used a non-profitable offer to get a cleaning job at the city hall, although he himself does not come often, but it is difficult to get acquainted with the security guards for two years.

Walking to the security check area, Clyde talked to the security guard about trivial matters, passed through the security check and SWAT search, and then pushed the cleaning cart into the elevator and came to the fifth floor of the building, cleaning room by room.

However, while cleaning, he also took out all kinds of fried egg parts prepared in various rooms, cleaned the conference hall on the fifth floor for more than ten minutes, pushed the door, locked the door, and then quickly installed the various parts, and finally poured out six solid gasoline bombs in the hose of the vacuum cleaner.

In less than five minutes, a simple, but powerful fried egg was assembled.

He looked up at the ceiling of the conference room strangely, as if he could see all the heads of departments in New York meeting in the conference room on the sixth floor.

Put the fried eggs under a table, then push the cleaning cart out of the conference room, take out a blue plastic bottle, and put the cleaning cart directly outside the conference room door.

"Drip, drip, drip" Clyde, who was walking towards the tool room, listened to the warning sound on his phone, alerting him that someone had broken into the warehouse tunnel outside the prison wall, and without thinking about it, Clyde knew that it was Nick Rhys who received the email from him and found the warehouse and the tunnel,

Thinking of this, the corners of Clyde's mouth couldn't help but smile, after all, Nick Rhys was not stupid, and his painstaking plan was not in vain.

Thinking silently about the clues he had left in the basement and the time it took to drive from the prison to the city hall, Clyde sped to the tool room, poured the blue paint into the water storage tank of the fire sprinkler, and then took a small mechanism out of his pocket and hid it in the towel pile where the table was wiping in the tool room.

After dealing with it, Clyde muttered obscenely, "Hehe, if the reporter sees in an hour that all the leaders of New York have escaped from the city hall in blue, it will be a good show."

After doing this, Clyde walked to the gate and said to the security guard, "I'm running out of detergent, I'll go get some in the car."

Before the security guard could speak, the person in charge of the special police on the side said, "Wait, that's all for your work today, and the rest of the work will be talked about tomorrow."

"Of course I'm fine with leaving work early," Clyde nodded with a smile on his face, "but man, you can't deduct my wages for this."

"Don't worry, there are so many people here to testify to you, I guarantee that your boss will not deduct your salary", the head of the special police said perfunctorily.

"Haha, that's the best", Clyde pretended to be happy after saying that, "I might be able to catch the ball game when I get off work at this time, bye, everyone."

Walked out of the main hall of New York City, opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat, quietly waiting for Nick to arrive, thinking about all the details of his escape at the same time,

Originally, according to Clyde's plan, it was to kill all the colleagues around Nickryth, on the one hand, it was indeed revenge, and on the other hand, it was to arouse Nick's hatred for Clyde.

As long as Nick watched his colleagues and bosses die one by one, he would 100% think that Clyde was completely insane when he found a petrol bomb in the city hall that could blow up an entire floor.

Fear and hatred, coupled with fear for the safety of himself and his loved ones, Nickreth will definitely get the petrol bomb that Clyde prepared back into the confinement room and let Clyde blow himself up.

And once that's the case, the corpse that Clyde had prepared in the basement under the confinement chamber is useful. As soon as the petrol bomb explodes, not to mention the corpses, even the steel will melt so that Clyde can disappear without noticing.

However, the plan is good, but there is a spoiler like William, and an explosives detector will frustrate Clyde's plan to kill Nick's colleague, so Clyde is not sure whether Nick Reis will follow his planned steps.

Luckily, Clyde still has a backup plan, and he's going to force Nick to kill him.

I took out a cell phone that I had never used, put on a new SIM card, and texted a number, "Help me kill Sarah Lowell, Nickreis's assistant, and the foremic doctor who perjured ten years ago."

It took nearly two minutes for Clyde to receive a reply, "OK", and a dozen seconds later another text message came, "Clyde, are you sure you know what you're doing?"

After reading this text message, Clyde grinned and typed on his phone with both hands, "Don't worry, as long as you help me get Sarah Lowell and that medical examiner, my revenge will be over,

So, you don't have to worry that I'm going to be crazy enough to kill all the heads of the departments in New York, rather than bereaving dozens or hundreds of families.

It is better to let these high-ranking people lose face and go out without face, the power of the Zhengzhi scandal can be better than the effect of panic, and the influence will be greater."

"Okay, if you're not crazy, we'll see you in Cape Town, South Africa when it's over."

"OK", put the phone in his pocket, Clyde happily thought that when the matter was over, he had to go to the whole country first, go to those small countries to get an official identity, and then spend money to immigrate, and after a few years, with a new identity, he would be able to swagger in the sun.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Nick finally arrived at the city hall with two bailiffs, Clyde twisted the car keys, took the car, put on the headphones connected to the monitor in the egg crate, and planned to leave.

It's a pity that he calculated well, but he didn't realize that he was being targeted by a car from the moment he drove away from the vicinity of the prison.

When he got out of the car and walked across the street at the city hall, the person sitting in the passenger seat in the car following him was observing him with a telescope.

When Clyde entered the city hall, the person in the passenger seat put down the binoculars and said, "That's him."