Chapter 138: Dealing with the aftermath

At 8:30 in the evening, Carlos rushed to the abandoned factory on Belote Street with the tools and equipment he bought to meet William. After meeting, Carlos smiled and patted the backpack in his hand and said, "Let me do the work. You are the one who came up with these things and you know them best. I will leave the preparation to you." He shook his head and said, "I really don't know how you came up with this idea."

William took the big backpack thrown by Carlos, handed the tranquilizer gun in his hand to Carlos, smiled and walked into the abandoned factory. He was confident in Carlos's shooting skills. With the tranquilizer gun in hand, it would not take much effort to catch a retired special agent.

Sure enough, as soon as William prepared the equipment, Carlos carried Claude into the factory to find William.

Carlos walked to William's side, stabilized Claude, put on the gloves handed by William, and helped William put the medical fixation belt on Claude's neck, right upper arm, wrist and palm, so that his palm pointed to his temple. After fixing it, he put on the clavicle fixation belt and connected it with a rope to hang it on the iron rack above his head.

He adjusted the height to make the unconscious Claude stand steadily, pulled out the gun from Claude's body and fixed it into the fixing belt on his palm, pointing it at Claude's temple.

After getting ready, William stood aside and asked Carlos: "How is this suicide equipment?"

Carlos said with a smile; "Not bad, with the fixing belt tied, there will be no bruises on the arms and wrists, and the coroner can't find anything. Now we just need a reason for Claude to commit suicide."

"This excuse is easy to find. We can link Claude to the attack on the White Palace a few days ago and pretend that he was silenced.

I will leave a will and send it to his boss, saying that he did something wrong to France when he was working in the field, and was caught, so he had to reveal the information about the White Palace to the attackers. If he dies, it must be the attackers who are silencing him.

The letter will also say that Claude threatened his boss with evidence that his boss had secretly received black money over the years. If his wife dies, this evidence will be made public. I guarantee that Claude's boss will never dare to investigate openly, because he himself is not clean. He will only secretly investigate the unfounded evidence and will not care how Claude died.

I will send a text message to Mr. Claude's wife in a while, asking her to go to Switzerland secretly and wait for Claude under an assumed name. It will also write about a secret account in a small bank in Switzerland, which contains 2 million US dollars that I deposited into him a few days ago."

Before William could continue, Carlos interrupted and said, "Wait, William, you deposited the money. If Claude's wife or the French people are holding on to it, can't they trace it back to you through the account?"

"Hehe, don't worry, I have prepared several secret bearer accounts, and transferred the money to several offshore banks several times, and finally transferred it to a small bank in Switzerland that is not open to the public. It was deposited into Claude's account through the underground money pile. If you want to check, you can only check the underground money pile."

"Okay, it's good that you are prepared."

"Okay, get to work, you are an expert in this area, don't do it too cleanly, Carlos, leave some clues, we have to make Claude's head believe that Claude was killed by the attackers of the White Palace."

"OK, no problem, it happens that there is anesthetic residue on Claude's body, so during the autopsy, it can be found that Claude did not die while awake. As long as his boss knows this, he will definitely think that Claude was killed."

William nodded after listening, and didn't care about the rest. He took Claude's mobile phone, walked out of the factory, put on a helmet, and rode a heavy motorcycle to Claude's house.

At a dark corner on the street outside Claude's house, he took out Claude's mobile phone and typed a text message to his wife.

The letter instructed Claude's wife to hide in Switzerland immediately and hide her name, let alone contact any of Claude's former colleagues. For the safety of his wife, Claude must not go to Claude without her. If he died, let his wife take the account name to the bank and claim the 2 million US dollars as a widow.

Claude's wife is worthy of being a special agent's wife. William didn't wait for twenty minutes to see his wife rushing down the building in a panic with a large backpack on her back. When she left the building, she shouted to an acquaintance she bumped into:

"Sorry, Mrs. Luna, I have to catch a plane. My husband is waiting for me at the airport to go on vacation in Hawaii."

After getting in the car, Claude's wife drove out of the street at high speed, while William drove a heavy motorcycle and deliberately followed the car very closely. After following for more than ten minutes, Claude's wife's car suddenly turned sharply and entered the highway.

William drove his motorcycle and stopped at the sign prohibiting motorcycles at the highway intersection. Looking at the car that was speeding away, he said sorry to Claude's wife in his heart. Fortunately, you don't have children in this world. You should be able to find another husband and live a stable life.

William believed that Claude's wife would become more cautious after discovering that she was being followed. In a few days, the news of Claude's death would spread. She might really hide her identity. The two million US dollars would be enough to ensure that she would live a good life.

After dealing with Claude's mobile phone, William drove his motorcycle to meet Carlos. After meeting, Carlos nodded to William, indicating that he had dealt with Claude's affairs.

He followed Carlos on a motorcycle to an ordinary residential building in District 13 and hid the motorcycle there. He then drove one of the cars Carlos stole out of District 13 and took a taxi back to the Four Seasons Hotel.

I booked a room for Carlos. After asking the hotel housekeeper, I learned that Ginny had been staying in the room all the time and had not come out. I felt relieved. After having some midnight snacks and washing up, I went to sleep directly.

The next morning, Carlos went out to prepare his equipment and went to find a suitable sniper point opposite No. 7, Belik Street. William spent money to find the best private detective in Paris online to watch the arrival of the Albanian leader Murad at the airport.

William, who had nothing to do, found the hotel housekeeper and asked him to prepare the car. He found an 18-year-old beautiful part-time tour guide who studied dance at the University of Paris to take him to various attractions in Paris that he had never been to. At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, William received a call from the private detective confirming that Murad had arrived in Paris, which made William feel relieved.

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William, in a good mood, bought a bracelet worth more than 10,000 US dollars for the beautiful tour guide. By 7 o'clock in the evening, William had already got close to the beautiful tour guide and took the girl to charter a cruise on the Seine River, drinking Latour and eating food cooked on the spot by the Michelin three-star chef hired by the hotel butler.

When the cruise ship was about to reach No. 7, Belleke Street, William pulled the beautiful tour guide to stand in the middle of the second floor of the cruise ship. Under the guidance of the love memorial played by a pianist, the two hugged each other and swayed lightly on the Seine River.

Unfortunately, the happy time was broken by three consecutive gunshots in a few minutes. William laughed and comforted the beautiful tour guide who was frightened by the gunshot and hugged him tightly and screamed.

In the end, he had to take this girl, who was not sure whether she was intentional or really frightened, back to the Four Seasons Hotel to do several beneficial physical and mental fitness exercises, and then slept until dawn.

The next morning, after asking the butler of the presidential suite of the Four Seasons Hotel to pay the tour guide fee of 10,000 US dollars, William waved and sent away the reluctant little girl.