Chapter 582 Don’t Trust Anyone Except the Butcher

"That's good, I didn't expect to wait for us to wait for the opportunity outside the prison." The people in the driver's seat thought about it. "Wait for him to come out, Hu An, you confirm again, and then follow him Do it directly, drag down, and return to Paris to return to the team. "

"Understand," After speaking, Hu An picked up the telescope again and observed the situation around him, and on the vertical wrist, the tattoo of a cheetah's head could not help but show out.

If Crader saw it, he would definitely understand that the two were those who had chased him before.

And if Claid walks out of the main hall, he will drive away directly, maybe there is still a chance to avoid chase, but he wants to determine whether the Nixris will follow his plan.

Sitting in the car and waiting for Nixeris to arrive, this gave two opportunities for killing players.

After the two killers got on the car in Claid, they waited for ten minutes, and saw that Crader didn't know why he had been staying in the car.

"FK, get off the bus, we kill him here." After that, this killer took out a pistol and muffler, and looked at the companions with the same movement. "I go to the front to cover, you shoot on the side. Quickly, avoiding the police officers outside the city building. "

"clear".

The two killers got off the car and pretended to be passers -by, and slowly touched the Clyde.

When the killer passing through the car passing through the car, Yu Guang glanced at Claid on the driver's seat and saw that he put his hands on the steering wheel. After confirming that there was no weapon,

Suddenly turned to look at Claid, attracting his attention, the killer behind quickly bypassed the rear of the car, rushed to the door of the car, and took out to grab. He was shot at Claid's head.

Fortunately, Claid is very vigilant. As soon as the killer on the side appeared in the rearview mirror, he hid directly to the co -pilot's side. Unfortunately, the killer is too close to him now, and escapes to his head. The bullet of the ministry,

But I never had the opportunity to escape the next bullet. The killer who had reached the car drove three shots on the back of Claid.

A dramatic pain passed into the minds of Claid, climbing to the carriage, thinking, "FK, isn't it that the cushioning effect of this bulletproof coat is very good? Why is it so painful?"

"Cough", without climbing a few steps, Claide began to cough, and then he couldn't get up as he was missing. He only climbed a few steps. The pain behind him became more and more intense, "F, FK".

"This, this is not a bulletproof suit." Claid reached out and touched the place where he was beaten. When he raised his hand, he saw that his hands were all blood.

Thinking of regret, "God, how could I believe that the butchers who were trained by agents from a young age and said without blinking."

But he now understands that it is too late. "I didn't expect that I would die here." At the same time, I couldn't help but flash a crazy thought, that is, the city hall was blown out.

Holding the pain, the hand just touched the phone, the door was opened, a killer pulled the Claid's collar, punching in his belly, the other sat on the driving seat, started the car, turned the steering wheel to leave Essence

Seeing the appearance of the person who grasped himself clearly, Claid was frightened and pressed the mobile phone dial -up key. He whispered with a panic and unbelievable look, "You, you are not", the dead characters have not been exported, the face has not been exported, his face has not been exported, his face has not been exported, his face has not been exported, his face has not been exported, his face has not been exported, his face has not been exported, his face has not been exported, his face has not been exported, his face has not been exported, his face has not been exported. The glasses and beards were torn off.

With an excitement coming from French, "Pierre, sure it was him."

"Are you alive?" The tone of the reply was also excited.

"Still alive", Claid, who was almost unconscious, felt that one hand was pressed on his neck, "But, it's almost, he won't live long."

As soon as the words fell, the killer grabbed the mobile phone in Claid's hand.

The mobile phone was robbed, and the Crader, who was already dying, began to murmur the unconsciousness, "return, return it to me".

The killer looked at the mobile phone in his hand and the displayed numbers. He made up a shot to Claid, who was gone, turned to sit on the co -pilot. This phone looks like I want to make this call. "

"Try it?" Pierre turned his head while driving and looked at his companion.

The companion thought about watching the Claide Road in the carriage, "drove the car to the suburbs and burn it."

Pierre nodded, "OK, I will drive our car and follow you."

At this time, Nick took two bailiffs and walked into the lobby quickly. After showing the documents to the security, he quickly found a cleaning cart in the monitoring room deliberately placed in the fifth floor conference.

Carefully holding the gun and rushing to the fifth floor. I didn't find the Claid figure. Nick and the two bailiffs searched with confidence, and soon found the fried egg box on the table under the table.

A bailiff with a bomb -dismantling experience carefully opens the box, and when you look at the fried eggs in the box, you scold the exit. "FK, this is a solidified gasoline bomb. According to this number, once the explosion is exploded, this floor will be swallowed up by fire and destroy."

"Can you dismantle it?" Nick asked busy.

"Sorry, guys, I am not sure," Sean shook his head immediately, then said, "We have to immediately notify the people who meet upstairs to leave, otherwise, the ghost knows when the crazy of Claid will start this fried egg."

"NO, NO," another bailiff in Nick refused. "You don't understand, Sean, I and Wilson and I saw him have monitored the sixth floor conference room in the authenticity of Clyde. At this time, the person who notified the meeting left In the event that there is a portable monitor in the hand, he will immediately start this fried egg. "

Wilson nodded in agreement, "Yes, instead of notifying the superiors, I think it is better to move the fried egg to an open place immediately."

"Yes," Nick nodded.

No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

"OK," Sean carefully closed the box, took the box and walked a few steps, and suddenly said, "Maybe we can return this fried egg to that madman Clyde."

"What," Wilson was stunned for a moment, then excitedly said, "Yes, let that bastard send himself to heaven."

"NO," Nick Reese turned around and looked at his two colleagues seriously, "God, do you know what you are talking about?"

"Ding Ling Ling, Ding Ling Ling."

A ring came from Nick, and the phone was connected. Nick was so distraught that he almost couldn't stand after a few words.

Wilson beside him hurriedly supported him and asked, "Nick, what happened."

"Nick," seeing Nick Reese not speaking like a lost soul, Wilson hurriedly shook him, "What happened?"

Nick Reese closed his eyes and said in horror, "Sarah, Sarah, dead."

"How is it possible? Isn't Sarah in prison checking Clyde's accomplice?" Wilson said with disbelief.

Then Wilson and Sean's cell phones rang. After answering the phone, they both cursed Clyde. Nick pushed Wilson's hand away and took the egg box from Sean with gritted teeth, "Let's go back to prison."

"Yes, back to prison, I want to kill that lunatic."