The Richest Man in the World of Film and Television

"FKU, bastard, FKU, bastard", Nick was so frightened by Clyde's words that his body turned cold. This bastard has been staring at his family for seven years, and he didn't realize it at all.

If Clyde had been more ruthless, then his own experience would have been the same as this bastard.

Thinking of this, Nick couldn't help kicking Clyde, but there were two strong prison guards standing behind him like bears.

After a long time, Nick calmed down under the comfort of the prison guard and his colleagues. He broke away from the prison guard's hand, stared at Clyde through gritted teeth, and said, "Then should I thank you for letting my family go?"

"You're welcome, you should thank God for giving you an angel, Dennis reminds me of my daughter," Clyde laughed.

But Nick couldn't believe the words of this lunatic Clyde at this time, who knew what he was thinking, "I've heard enough of you talking nonsense, now, tell me what do you want to trade?"

"At one o'clock at noon, I want to eat a large 20-ounce filet mignon from Field's restaurant, with French fries, butternut squash, pasta, and asparagus as side dishes."

"Go to your French fries", Nick stood up and walked out of the interrogation room, came to the prison office area, saw the haggard boss Bruce Mike, "Are you okay, Mike".

"Don't worry, I'm 61. I've been in the industry for 41 years. I haven't seen any storms." Bruce Mike smiled and said, "Besides, everything we do is in accordance with the regulations. If it is not stopped, it is not a violation.”

"I hope." Nick shook his head. "Are you sure Bill Reynolds has disappeared?"

"Well, we have contacted the wife of lawyer Bill Reynolds to confirm that he disappeared three days ago." Bruce Mike didn't care about Nick's attitude. He also encountered this situation twenty years ago.

Patting Nick on the shoulder, "It's not difficult to make a choice, but the difficult thing is that you have to bear the consequences of the choice yourself, so I don't think our choice was wrong ten years ago,

Because, if you don't make a deal with Clarence Dobby, then he and Rupert Meek will both be acquitted, Nick, judging by the current regulations, we are not doing well enough, but, ten years ago, That's the only way we can do it, and Clyde Shelton has nothing to do with the judicial provisions of a decade ago."

"Judicial terms?" Nick suddenly had a vague idea in his mind. That bastard Clyde came in and pleaded guilty by himself, so he couldn't do it for the entire judicial system, right?

Nick himself was taken aback by the idea.

Chapter 571. Chapter five hundred seventy-one

Suspecting that Clyde wants to deal with the entire New York judicial system, Nick can't think of how to deal with the New York judicial system after he has pleaded guilty and is locked in a cell.

But when I think of Clyde, since he came into contact with Clyde, either he pretended to be afraid and hesitant to confuse himself, or he had a confident expression that he was in control of everything.

This made Nick feel a little dazed all morning, and his mind was full of what Clyde would do.

At 12:[-] noon, the Field restaurant delivered the food Clyde wanted on time, but what Clyde said in court yesterday made the entire New York judiciary feel aggrieved.

And the Bilton Prison where Clyde was detained was repeatedly taken care of by the superiors, and the warden was holding back this unknown anger. He asked him to go through the food that had passed the security check once, in order to make the food completely It's cold.

"Come on, guys, the appointment time is one o'clock," Nick, who hadn't figured it out all morning, couldn't help reminding when he saw everyone being so perfunctory, "That bastard Clyde must have some deep meaning when he said one o'clock at noon." .

The warden said forcefully with a dark face, "Prisoners don't know the time, and here I am in charge, I don't care about anything. If the bastard is in my hands, then don't want to eat hot food happily."

Then the prison guard said to the opponent, "Check carefully, so that the superiors won't trouble us again."

"God, if Bill Leno's life is at stake at this point in time, then who will be responsible for the accident," Nick argued, "Think about it, guys, Clyde will never get out of here in his life , we have plenty of time and opportunities to deal with him in the future."

"FK, I don't care about the future, I just see him upset now, and I want to deal with him now," a bailiff complained, "My bonus for this month is all wasted because of that bastard Clyde."

As soon as these words came out, the warden said again with empathy, "Check again."

This delay, which was supposed to be done in ten minutes, was delayed until [-]:[-], and the crowd pushed the dining car to the outside of the cell where Clyde was being held.

Two tall prison guards opened the door and walked into the cell, and handcuffed Clyde and his cellmate to the pillars of the iron bed respectively.

After confirming the safety, the food was delivered to Clyde with non-threatening tableware unique to prisons.

Looking at the food served in front of him, Clyde grinned and tasted some French fries, which made the faces of the warden, bailiffs and prison guards standing outside the cell door very ugly.

Nick looked at Clyde and his colleagues. Seeing that everyone was in no mood to ask, he could only walk into the cell by himself, and stood in front of Clyde depressed, "Should you say something?"

"Oh." After eating the French fries in his hand, Clyde seemed to see Nick, "Napkins and cutlery, Nick."

Before Nick could speak, the warden standing outside the cell took out a plastic fork from his pocket, "according to regulations, he can only use this."

Clyde wasn't angry when he didn't get the metal cutlery he wanted. He took the plastic fork that Nick handed him, and happily ate it.

Anxious Nick couldn't help asking, "I gave you what you wanted, now tell me where Bill Leno is?"

"OK, OK, what time is it".

"One point," the warden answered first.

"Are you sure? Nick" Clyde looked suspiciously at Nick in front of him.

Nick looked at his watch with a bitter face, "It's one eight eight minutes now."

"Haha", after hearing this, Clyde glanced at the warden outside the cell, "At [-]:[-], anyone with eye problems should see a doctor, Mr. Warden."

This made the warden, who had already disliked Clyde, hate him even more, and he couldn't help but vowed to fix Clyde properly when he found the opportunity.

Seeing Clyde's calm expression, Nick suddenly felt that his previous guess was correct, and slapped him on the table in front of Clyde, "Tell me where Lawyer Bill Reynolds is."

"Hey, Nick, you're the smart one here." Clyde ate the French fries with a fork in his spare time, and dragged on for more than ten seconds before saying, "Listen, I'll just say it once, don't blame me if you don't remember it ".

Nick, who had been prepared for a long time, immediately took out his mobile phone, turned on the recording, "Hurry up, tell me the address."

"Haha, I like you, Nick," Clyde looked at the phone in front of him in surprise, "North latitude XX, east longitude XX, if I were you, hurry up." Clyde pointed to his wrist and mocked the warden, " Bill Raynor's time is running out, and if he dies, it's your fault, Mr. Warden."

"FK", upon hearing this, Nick and everyone outside the cell panicked. They knew that they wanted to play tricks on Clyde, but they didn't succeed, and they ended up being tricked by him.

If Bill Leno dies because of time, then they are all responsible, "Hurry up, hurry up, let the helicopter start".

A group of people rushed out of the prison. Nick took two bailiffs into the helicopter, and it took fifteen minutes to arrive at the coordinates. Unfortunately, they arrived late, and Bill Reynolds, who was locked in a box by Clyde and buried in the ground, was already suffocated. and die.

"He's dead, FK, he's dead," Nick yelled, staring at the bailiff who was just as procrastinating as the warden, "He wouldn't be dead without the ten minutes of your delay, you're satisfied, you're satisfied what".