The Richest Man in the World of Film and Television

"FK, I don't care about that. If that bastard Clyde wants to play, we'll play with him. We can't do whatever he says."

Everyone is dead, it's useless to say any more now, Nick glared at the bailiff decadently and said, "How should I tell Bill Leno's wife, how should I tell her."

These words made the bailiff feel at a loss, he bowed his head and walked to the side silently looking into the distance.

Nick, who was full of guilt, suddenly received a phone call that made his hands and feet cold.

The call was from his boss, Bruce Mike, and the content of the call was that Clyde broke the neck of his inmate, and the reason given was that the inmate was a scum who raped several women.

"FK, FK, FK", hung up the phone, and Nick Reese cursed wildly, knowing that the reason for Clyde's murder was definitely not whether the cellmates were scum, but because they didn't deliver the food on time.

An unnecessary delay caused the death of two people. Nick Reese was disheartened for a while, hating himself for not being punctual.

After dragging his tired figure back to the prison, he realized that the warden was furious because Clyde killed his fellow inmates, and locked Clyde in a dark and damp confinement room at the bottom of the prison.

And this is why Clyde has been ridiculing and offending the warden, because confinement cells are rarely used, and this is a chance for Clyde to dig through all the rooms of the confinement cell and connect to the tunnels that have been opened. Can sneak out of prison without anyone noticing.

Coming to the confinement room, Nick looked at Clyde lying on the bed, "Bill Leno is dead."

Chapter 572 .570 Chapter [-] It's useless to preach without seeing blood

"I heard." Clyde looked up at Nick, and said indifferently with his hands behind his head, "This lesson tells us that we must be punctual in life, so you are the murderer of Bill Leno's death."

"It's fine if you want to be a life mentor, but don't you think the methods used are too cruel?" Nick said with a broken face.

"Hey, Nick, judging from my ten years of experience, preaching without blood is useless," Clyde said while lying on his legs, "Look, I believe that in the days to come, you will definitely Be a very punctual person."

"FK", Nick cursed in his heart, "Then why did you kill your cellmate? Don't tell me that shit is because the cellmate is scum."

"Why?" Clyde rolled his eyes and said, "Because there are always some people who think they are superior. To deal with this kind of person, you have to use the cruelest means to make him understand that he is nothing.

You didn't see Mr. Warden's expression just now, it was so exciting, after that he must understand that even if he has the final say here, don't even think about doing whatever he wants."

Clyde sat up, walked to the cell, looked at the ashen-faced Nick outside the door and said, "This lesson also tells us that everyone has to be responsible for their own actions, so, you see, the warden wants to play tricks on me , I’ll just play with him, games that come and go are exciting.”

But Nick didn't believe this at all, but it's good for Clyde to be locked up in the confinement room, so that this lunatic won't attack other prisoners again, and it's better to stay locked up until after the trial.

After that, no matter how Nick raised the topic, Clyde just lay on the bed and didn't speak.

Unable to speak, Nick had no choice but to leave the confinement room, call his boss, and make an appointment to meet Judge Roberts tomorrow, and apply to keep Clyde locked up until the end of the trial.

As soon as Nick left, Clyde fell asleep on the bed with his head covered. In the middle of the night that night, Clyde woke up and listened quietly for half an hour,

After confirming that the two prison guards guarding him outside the confinement room had indeed left, he quietly pressed a switch under the sink in the confinement room, climbed into the tunnel he had dug, and came to a basement of tens of square meters.

Walking to the prepared monitoring equipment, he pressed a few times on the keyboard, and the picture of a big house appeared on the monitor. After clicking with the mouse, the picture turned to a bedroom. Clyde muttered with a smile, "Wait for me, Judge Roberts".

After taking off his prison uniform and applying makeup with tools, Clyde drove to Judge Roberts' house with the prepared equipment.

His revenge plan has been prepared for ten years, so Clyde knows all the people involved in the case of his wife and daughter, and he even has the keys to Judge Roberts' house.

It took an hour to arrive at the destination, unlock the door with a key, and just like that, Clyde swaggered into Judge Roberts' house, and used tools to install a bug and a miniature bomb into Roberts' mobile phone.

Then he went back to the confinement room by the same route, lying on the bed, thinking silently, if Roberts died tomorrow, he would definitely stay in the confinement room forever, and never thought of going anywhere.

And that's what he expected.

As soon as he went to work the next morning, Nick and his boss Bruce Mike came to Judge Roberts' office.

After receiving the applications from the two, Roberts threw the application on the table after reading it, "You came to see me early in the morning to extend Clyde's confinement time?"

Bruce Mike nodded, "You should have read yesterday's report, the lunatic not only killed Lawyer Bill Reynolds, but also twisted the neck of his inmate like a psychopath, so we are worried that if the lunatic comes out of the confinement room, What about going crazy and killing people?"

"But the outside world is staring at us now. In this sensitive period, the risk of signing this kind of document is too high." Roberts hesitated, pointing to the document on the table, "unless you give me a reasonable and legal reason."

Seeing that Roberts had actually agreed in his heart, Bruce Mike smiled and took out a document and handed it to her, "This document should solve your problem."

Roberts took a look at the document, leaned back on the chair and meditated for a few seconds, picked up a pen and signed the document, "I signed the document, but don't expect me to keep...".

"Butt, buckle, buckle," came a knock on the door.

Bruce Mike hurriedly put the document that Roberts just signed into the briefcase, while Roberts sat up straight again and said "Come in".

The door opened with a "click", and I saw my secretary Jenny, a middle-aged man in a colonel's military uniform, and a tall middle-aged man in casual clothes walking in.

"What's the matter, Jenny?" Roberts asked his secretary strangely.

"A document has just been delivered, and it says that you should deal with it immediately." Jenny walked quickly to Roberts, and handed her a note instead of a document.

Roberts took a look suspiciously, but saw a note saying, 'C1A, it's an emergency, please don't make a sound and follow our instructions'.

After reading the note, Roberts just wanted to ask, but before he could speak, his secretary covered his mouth. Before she got angry, she heard Jenny whispering in her ear,

"Boss, I verified their identities, and they said that something that endangers your personal safety is about to happen."

Roberts looked at Jenny in panic, saw Jenny nodded, and hurriedly nodded, and then Jenny let go of her hand covering her mouth.

"Ding ding ding, ding ding ding", a burst of mobile phone ringing suddenly rang from the mobile phone that Roberts placed on his desk.

Before she could pick up the phone, the middle-aged man in casual clothes walked over quickly, picked up the phone with his gloved hand, and then raised his finger to signal everyone to stop talking.

Without waiting for everyone to ask, the man in casual clothes walked carefully to the corner of the office, turned on the phone, and the phone exploded immediately.

Clyde, who was in the confinement room of the prison, hung up the phone in satisfaction, opened the secret passage door, threw the phone into the basement, closed the door again, lay on the bed, and waited for someone to interrogate him.

On the other side of Roberts' office, Roberts, who was so scared by the bomb that he almost lay on the ground, screamed at the man in military uniform and the man in plain clothes, "Damn, what is this, what is this, why did my phone explode?"

The man in casual clothes shook his somewhat numb hands, took off his gloves, looked at them, and after confirming that his hands were only numb from the shock, and there were no other problems, he smiled and said to the air, "It's solved, Mr. Devonhill."