I have a room at Meiman Mental Hospital

After everyone else left, Du Wensen turned back and looked at the three Andrews. .

"Du, I..."

Peter just opened his mouth when he was interrupted by Du Wensen.

"Andrew, take them both back to New York. You won't be needed for the rest."

"Ah?" The three of them looked at Du Wensen in surprise.

"Du, why did you suddenly say this? This was not the plan." Andrew asked confused.

"Because you are too much in the way!"

After saying that, Du Wensen walked out expressionlessly.

Andrew turned around and glared at Peter and Mary: "Asshole, tell me, did you two do something to anger Du?"

"I, I just asked if our actions were correct. I was about to apologize to Du!" Peter said in a panic.

"Apologise, is Du someone who needs others to apologize? You don't know him at all. Do you think Du is a big bad guy now? That's because you don't know what he did before. He, he is better than I just met him. At this time, it was too normal! Damn it, damn it! All my efforts were ruined by you two." Andrew said angrily.

"Uncle Andrew, Peter didn't mean it either. Mr. Du, what kind of person was he before?" Mary asked curiously.

Andrew sighed.

"Maybe in the eyes of others, he is a lunatic, a madman, a murderer, and a genius, but in my eyes, he is just a lonely man!"

Outside the hotel, all ten black SUVs were full. Du Wensen sat in the passenger seat of the front SUV, waved his hand, and the car neatly drove away from the hotel.

Half an hour later, the car arrived at the Washington Museum of Art.

Taking the exam at the National Gallery of Art in Washington?

As expected of the FBI Special Operations Team, the assessment goals were indeed extraordinary. Everyone was excited and looked forward to the next assessment content.

When fifty people wearing black suits and black sunglasses stood neatly at the entrance of the museum, they immediately attracted the attention of the guards and the tourists' photos.

Du Wensen took out a floor plan of the art museum and began to issue orders.

50 people seems like a lot, but considering the size of the museum, it’s not much.

Arrange 2-4 people to guard the main door, small door, side door, back door, and all exits, and the rest are to drive away the visitors in the museum. This time it is not a bank, and these people are not needed as hostages.

The remaining ten people, carrying five large wooden boxes, followed Du Wensen into the art museum.

The guard at the gate wanted to stop him, but with a look from Du Wensen, he was restrained. Seeing this situation, the surrounding tourists were so frightened that they ran away.

"Someone robbed the National Gallery!"

When I came to the office area of ​​the museum, I rushed directly into the director's office, where a reporter was interviewing the director.

Du Wensen ordered: "The things are fine here, go and control all the staff! No one is allowed to come in without my order."

"Yes, sir!" The ten people behind him immediately obeyed.

The old curator looked at all this in stunned silence.

"Sir, may I ask which department you belong to and what are you doing here?"

Du Wensen slapped an investigation order and his ID on the table and said: "Mr. Alex Ramirez, I'm very sorry to disturb you. I am Agent Du Wensen of the FBI. I have received news that someone Terrorists have hidden a large amount of explosives in the museum, please cooperate with all our actions!"

The curator took a look at the certificate and still didn't believe it.

"Why isn't Agent Robert, whom I am familiar with, handling this matter? He has been responsible for the security of the art gallery."

"Agent Robert died while investigating these terrorists not long ago. Now I will take over the case!" Du Wensen explained seriously.

Upon hearing the news, the curator involuntarily took a few steps back and sat down on the chair.

"Mr. Robert is a good man, he, how did he encounter misfortune!"

After saying that, the curator with a sad face crossed himself on his chest, clasped his hands together and said, "Amen~~! May you rest in peace in heaven!"

Du Wensen knocked on the table and reminded again: "Director, now is not the time to be sad. Please cooperate with me to find the explosives installed by terrorists in the art museum so that Mr. Robert's death will not be in vain."

"Agent Du Wensen, I wonder how I can cooperate with you?" the curator raised his head and asked.

"It is said that they put the bomb remote control together with a fake piece of art, so please tell me which piece of art in your art gallery is fake?" Du Wensen asked.

"No! Every piece of art in our art gallery is real. I will not tolerate any fake art in my art gallery." The curator immediately replied.

Du Wensen smiled and said, "Really?"

"real!"

"Okay!" Du Wensen shrugged and said, "Then I have to tell you that I am actually a terrorist. I am very happy that the artworks you have here are all real. It seems that I am going to make a fortune!"

In an instant, the faces of the curator, reporters, and cameramen all changed.

"If you don't believe it!" Du Wensen kicked open a wooden box and pointed at the explosives inside: "Look, these explosives are enough to blow half of the art museum into the sky!"

The curator turned pale and stammered: "You, you are not a federal agent?"

Du Wensen turned around and greeted the camera facing him: "Can I take the liberty to ask, is this a live broadcast?"

The female reporter hurriedly shook her head and shouted back: "Brady, turn off this damn camera quickly. Do you want to kill us?"

"No no! No need to turn it off, you guys are doing great filming like this!"

Du Wensen looked at the curator again and said, "If you don't want too many people to be harmed, you should cooperate with me. After all, I'm just here to find something."

"I won't promise you anything! I advise you to give up the idea of ​​committing a crime. The museum has the most comprehensive alarm system. Once you take away any piece of the collection, the automatic alarm system will be triggered." The curator said firmly.

"Is that so?"

Du Wensen showed a pity expression and made a call.

"This is the Washington Police Department. I'm Senior Constable Keyes. How can I help you?"

"Hello, Chief Keith, I am asking the director of the Washington Art Museum to borrow something, but he is unwilling to give it to me. Can you help me persuade him?" Du Wensen asked.

Keith's curse immediately came from the other end of the phone: "Fuck, Du Wensen, why is it you! What are you doing in the art museum?"

Du Wensen held the phone to the curator's ear and said, "Mr. Curator, please tell our senior police officer Keith what I am doing here!"

"He wants to rob the art museum, and he also brought explosives. Mr. Police Officer, please come and save us quickly!" the curator shouted loudly.