Chapter 130 "When it's your wife and children's turn, do you start to panic?" (ask for monthly tickets)
A dozen shovels were digging frantically in the wasteland in the woods.

Nick stared at the gradually expanding pit, sweat from his forehead mixed with mud and slid down, but he still couldn't see the target they were looking for.

Fortunately, not long after, the sound of metal collision suddenly came from the soil.

With the cooperation of the police, a rusty iron box was dragged out of the pit.

Nick entered the code provided by Clyde and the electronic lock opened.

Curled up in the box was a corpse with a hideous appearance due to lack of oxygen.

What's even more horrifying is that there were several empty oxygen cylinders scattered around the body.

"Damn madman!"

"This is pure brutality!"

All the police and bailiffs present couldn't help but curse, but Nick was the only one who showed an expression of "as expected".

Due to the cumbersome approval process and the wrangling with the warden, the steak, which was supposed to be delivered at 1:30, was delayed by a full fifteen minutes.

It took another twenty minutes to get from the prison to the woods.

Nick knew without hesitation that these oxygen cylinders must have been timed by Clyde and would stop supplying oxygen after a certain period of time.

If the steak had been delivered earlier, the lawyer might not have died.

Nick, who had quit smoking for many years, asked his colleague for a cigarette and silently stared at the face in the box that was distorted by pain.

"Nick."

Silla walked over quickly, holding her phone, her voice trembling, "A minute ago, Clyde used the steak T-bone we sent him to stab his cellmate to death, and now he's in solitary confinement."

"What?! Why would he do that?!"

Nick scratched his hair in confusion. Since capturing Clyde in the morning, every move the other party made was completely beyond his expectations.

Killing a fellow inmate?
Did this guy want to go into the detention room on purpose?
Suddenly, Nick thought of something and turned around to go back to the car, ignoring the body in the box.

It was not enough for Clyde to kill two murderers, now he also killed the lawyer who defended the murderer. It is obvious that this guy wants revenge on everyone who participated in the trial that year.

The judge who makes the final judgment is undoubtedly on his revenge list!

Half an hour later.

When Nick and Sheila rushed into the judge's chambers, the woman, in her eighties, was reviewing documents unharmed.

After hearing Nick's speculation, her face darkened: "Hasn't the criminal been put in jail?"

"It's true that he's been imprisoned, but based on the current situation, it's clear that he has one or more accomplices."

Nick hurried to explain, "Clyde has been planning this for six years. Simply killing the murderer is far from enough to appease his anger."

The female judge took a deep breath and closed her eyes slightly.

"I'm Jewish, and I know better than anyone what it feels like to be persecuted."

After a moment's silence, she shook her head and said, "So, since becoming a judge, I've never wrongly convicted a person. If he thinks my verdict is wrong, it only means that this criminal named Clyde is not fit to live in a civilized country! He should go to Africa! Asia! Live in places without law!"

When Sheila heard this, she frowned uncomfortably, but seeing Nick beside her remained silent, she could only lower her head and remain silent.

"Since he has accomplices outside, just cut off his contact with the outside world!"

The female judge took out her phone from the drawer and said, "Revoke his power of attorney for one week. He will no longer have the right to see a lawyer or any visitors in the next week!"

Upon hearing this, Sheila couldn't help but say, "But doesn't this infringe upon his human rights, which he still possesses even as a criminal? According to the Constitution..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, Nick stopped her by holding the back of her hand.

Just as the judge was about to make the call, Nick suddenly yelled, "Wait!"

He carefully took the phone from the judge: "Clyde is a military genius with hundreds of invention patents. He has modified weapon systems for the military."

"He's in jail now. Unless his accomplices take action, if he wants revenge, he can only rely on his past inventions, including the micro-implantable bomb."

Nick, who had spent the entire night analyzing Clyde's information, put his phone away and said helplessly, "For safety reasons, it's best to let the bailiffs search your office first."

The judge sneered at the words, "Back when my mother and I were in the NC concentration camp, we never surrendered to the criminals. He thought..."

"Bam—!"

Wow!

Amidst the flying broken glass, the judge's head exploded in front of Nick and Sheila.

The warm red and white mixture splashed onto their frozen faces.

They stared blankly ahead. Under the shattered glass, a headless corpse lay sprawled on an office chair, twitching silently.
In the distance, the rooftop of a building.

Rorschach put down the German customized AWM-F sniper rifle in his hand, took out the cigarette butt from his mouth and exhaled a wisp of green smoke.

After taking care of the target, he put the sniper rifle on his shoulder and left calmly.

Just as he thought.

This was just to help Clyde "fill in the gaps".

"Rorschach! I just heard gunshots! What are you doing?" Harold's questioning voice sounded in the headset.

"Relax, man."

Rorschach replied calmly, "I'm just adding a brick to a project that's been stalled for decades."

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In less than two days, four people died, no, five.

Among them was a fellow inmate who was stabbed to death by Clyde for unknown reasons.

Nick felt his temples throbbing. Every move Clyde made was like a carefully planned chess game. Why did he have to go to jail on his own initiative?

Is it that he simply wants to play a trick on himself face to face?

On the way to the detention room, Nick quickly ordered Sheila: "Investigate all of Clyde's contacts over the past week! Focus on investigating his military background. The accomplice who was able to remotely snipe the judge must have received professional training!"

no respond.

He turned his head and saw his assistant Sheila looking a little dazed, as if she had not yet recovered from the several murders that happened today.

"Nick."

The girl looked up at her boss, who had the highest conviction rate in New York, and asked earnestly, "Have you ever considered that perhaps six years ago, we shouldn't have used 'plea bargaining' to reach an agreement with the murderer in order to increase our conviction rate?"

Nick paused and pursed his lips. "This is a problem with the judicial system. It has nothing to do with us. A deal with the murderer will help us reach a conclusion faster and improve efficiency."

"But wouldn't that also lead to judicial injustice? Just like today, the victims didn't get justice and now they can only face it on their own."

"That's not a victim! That's a criminal!"

Nick interrupted her angrily.

He took a gulp, his voice hoarse as he took a deep breath. “When I was young, I wanted to change the system just like you did. I was ready to fight. But guess what happened?”

Nick looked down at the dark and damp corridor of the detention room and smiled helplessly. "You give in here, give in there, and slowly, you start to play the game yourself. Then you realize that the system you're trying to change has already changed you."

"Then why didn't we give in at the beginning?" Sheila asked.

Nick shook his head. "If that's the case, you can't even enter this Game of Thrones. Sheila, don't tell me you took out hundreds of thousands of dollars in loans to go to law school and finally became a prosecutor, only to end up working in the service industry."

He patted Sheila's shoulder and said, "You'll most likely have to work late in this prison tonight. If you're in good shape, take a break."

After saying this, he ignored his still confused assistant and strode towards the confinement room in front.

Behind him, the young female assistant, Sheila, stood there thoughtfully, her eyes flickering.

In confinement room.

Hearing the approaching footsteps in the corridor, Clyde, who was leaning against the wall, curled his lips into a sneer.

"You've crossed a line."

Nick stood outside the prison door, staring at him coldly, "You can kill the murderer, and we can arrest you, but you shouldn't kill the judge and the lawyer!"

"Really? But in my experience, only lessons learned in blood can last."

Clyde replied calmly, "And Nick, if I were you, I'd be more worried about myself right now. Don't forget, it was you who made the plea deal with the murderer without authorization. You're the one who deserves to die the most."

Nick was not afraid at all. Instead, he roared, "Want to take revenge on me? Come on!"

"You know, Nick, you and I have a lot in common, for example..."

Clyde raised his head and gave a creepy smile, "You have a wife and a daughter just like I did before."

Upon hearing this, Nick, who had been fearless at first, suddenly froze in expression.

He slammed the iron fence, his voice hoarse: "What do you want to do?! Do you still want to take revenge on my family?"

At this moment, his cell phone suddenly rang.

Nick's heart sank when he saw the caller ID.

He glared at Clyde fiercely and answered the phone tremblingly.

The moment he heard his wife's voice, he breathed a sigh of relief, but what his wife said made him feel heartbroken again.

Half an hour ago, a package was received at home, which contained a bag of rotten meat and a videotape, and his daughter had already watched the bloody content.

"boom!"

Nick slammed the iron door and roared, "What on earth do you want to do?! Are you trying to scare me?"

Clyde smiled with satisfaction: "See, when it comes to your wife and children, you will also go crazy."

Nick looked at the other person's face and felt a chill in his heart. He couldn't help but take a few steps back and bumped heavily into the wall of the corridor.

The next morning.

Nick and his colleagues stayed up all night in the prison office but still found nothing. They could neither find Clyde's accomplices nor his whereabouts before he was imprisoned.

Although Nick, exhausted both physically and mentally, has asked his wife and daughter to temporarily return to their hometown in a small town to avoid the limelight, he still feels a strong sense of unease.

"Don't think too much, Nick. Go back and have a good sleep first," colleagues advised.

Nick nodded reluctantly, and just as he was about to get in the car, Sheila hurried over: "Nick! Look at this!"

She pointed to the address on the document and said, "I asked my friend at the tax bureau to find out that Clyde bought a warehouse under an alias. It's near the prison!"

"Great!" Nick looked at the address on the document and finally smiled.

He felt that he had caught the other party's tail.

"You've worked hard, Sheila. Go back and have a rest."

"Ah."

Sheila nodded wearily and returned to the car.

Just as she was about to turn the key—

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of deafening explosions rang out, and the vehicles of colleagues from the Department of Justice turned into fireballs one after another.

Sheila trembled as she released the key, and looked in horror at the sea of ​​fire and wailing around her, as well as Nick who stood there in a daze.

(End of this chapter)