Hank Clegg would not let the assassins who wanted to kill him escape.
Daily, almost every day, an assassin would arrive on his doorstep, seeking their own death.
Sometimes, as many as three waves would bombard him in a single day.
Regardless, the fate of each assassin would be the same, either killed on the spot or captured alive. None touched a single hair on Hank Clegg's head.
Hank Clegg pulled out a remote control key while chasing a car.
A car was immediately dispatched from the garage ahead.
It conveniently stopped in front of him.
Hank Clegg got into the car, hit the accelerator, and effortlessly caught up with the car ahead as they exited the underground car park.
The sky was growing dark.
While it was still daytime in France, it was dusk in C City.
Hank Clegg tailed the car ahead while simultaneously issuing an order to his subordinates, "The security level of the underground car park needs to be enhanced, and the relevant technical director needs to be replaced."
