I have a room at Meiman Mental Hospital

Du Wensen thought about it seriously and said: "This is a bit much to say. In fact, I have done most of the jobs. But there are two identities that I like the most."

"Which two identities?" Brandon asked curiously.

"Crime consultant!"

"detective!"

“Being a criminal consultant allows me to meet a variety of smart people who like my solutions to problems.”

"As for detectives, I can be exposed to a lot of interesting things. The bad thing is that occasionally I still face situations that I set up for myself."

"Then, is there anything you can't solve?" Brandon asked again.

"Yes, one day, someone suddenly called me and asked how he could kill me. I told him that if he could make me feel that the world was meaningless, I would die." Du Wensen revealed this. Satisfied smile.

"The results of it?"

"After several years of hard work, he really bored me to death!"

Brandon felt that his IQ was contaminated, and he didn't want to talk anymore.

Fortunately, the airport was now in sight.

After Du Wensen safely stopped the plane, Brandon opened the cabin door and quietly stood behind Du Wensen.

However, Du Wensen glanced outside and seemed to have no intention of walking out.

"Mr. Du, please get off the plane. I think Mr. Andrew can't wait to meet you!" Brandon urged without leaving any trace.

"Yes! Since Andrew couldn't wait to see me, why didn't he come to pick me up in person?" Du Wensen said in surprise.

"Uh!" Brandon thought for a moment and explained: "Maybe I have something to do and I am waiting for you at home!"

"Then let the driver get off first!"

After saying that, Du Wensen dragged the body from the ground and threw it out of the hatch.

In an instant, there was a burst of gunfire outside, the head of the corpse was blown off, and the body was also beaten into a sieve.

"No, there's an ambush!" Brandon reminded hurriedly.

"Well, there are two assaulters, a sniper, and a precision fireman. In addition to the doctor and the communication soldier, there should be a commander. There are five people outside, which is exactly a small team."

Brandon was shocked. He could analyze the manpower through the sound of gunshots. He was definitely not an ordinary person. It seemed that he had underestimated Du Wensen.

"Give me your pistol, we can't keep Andrew waiting for too long, right?" Du Wensen stretched out his hand and smiled.

"What does he want to do? Want to kill everyone with a pistol?" Brandon didn't quite understand.

However, he still handed the pistol to Du Wensen, so that he would have a reason not to go out.

Then Brandon only felt a figure flash, and Du Wensen had already rushed out.

Blanton did not hear the gunfire.

No, it should be said that the gunshots he wanted to hear did not appear. He only heard the sound of five pistol shots.

Brandon swallowed. If the team outside didn't run away, it meant that Du Wensen didn't give others a chance to shoot.

This is incredible. How fast the reaction speed and the precise shooting ability are required to kill a group of prepared mercenaries head-on with just a pistol, without even a chance to take a shot.

Is this guy really human?

"Brenton, do you want me to go find Andrew alone?" At this time, Du Wensen's voice came from outside.

Brandon shuddered, sent a message, and quickly walked out of the plane.

"I will take them to Jushan Mental Hospital and send some useful people this time, otherwise the cooperation will be terminated!"

The two found the car driven by the mercenary, driven by Brandon, and drove towards the city.

Brandon looked at Du Vincent next to him from time to time.

Finally I couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Du, you must have been a great special forces soldier in the army, right?"

Du Wensen looked out the window and said, "No, I'm not interested in the training methods designed by those idiots."

"Then, why are you so good at shooting? You just killed a group of people without even firing a shot," Brandon said with an admiring look.

"It's not that my marksmanship is good, but that their marksmanship is terrible. There was once a man who competed with me with his eyes closed, but I lost." Du Wensen said disappointedly.

"Close, close your eyes?"

Brandon murmured in his mind: "If there is such a powerful person, I would be willing to dig out my own eyes."

"Well! That time we competed, I was shot seven times, and he was only shot once. I lost!" Du Wensen recalled.

Brandon's mouth twitched: "Excuse me, where is the person who was gesticulating with you now?"

"Hell! I shot him in the head and had to bury him with my own hands."

"..." Brandon decided to change the topic again.

"Mr. Du, my boss Andrew has put a lot of effort into getting you out of prison. Do you know about his case?"

"Five points!" Du Wensen replied.

"what?"

"Six points is considered a passing grade. I always look at my mood when it comes to matters below six points. Obviously your boss's sincerity moved me, and I also need a place to live, so I will reluctantly help him solve it."

Brandon hesitated and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Du, I didn't doubt your intention. I just felt that you still don't know what my boss is asking you to solve, right?"

"I already knew it a month ago. I thought Andrew would come to me in a week at most, but I didn't expect that he made me wait for a month. Fortunately, I am a patient person, so I forgave him for his stupidity." Du Wensen added another sentence.

"Go directly to Jushan Mental Hospital and help him handle this matter tonight. I need a good rest."

Brandon had completely labeled Du Wensen as "untrustworthy" at this time. He knew how much trouble Andrew had gotten into and wanted to solve it in one night, unless Andrew committed suicide and handed over everything.

But since Du Wensen took the initiative to go to Jushan Mental Hospital, he naturally wouldn't ask any more questions.

"This guy is really weird. I'd better say a few words. Anyway, as long as he is sent to a mental hospital, the mission will be completed."

Thinking of this, Brandon dialed Andrew's phone.

As soon as the call came through, Andrew hurriedly asked: "Brandon, where are you now?"

"Boss, we have arrived in New York. Mr. Du is safe, but Mr. Du said he wanted to go to Jushan Mental Hospital first. He said he wanted to help you solve everything tonight."

"Tell him to come over and bring his secretary." Du Wensen interjected from the side.

"Mr. Du said that he hopes you and the secretary will come too." Brandon added.

"Secretary? Which secretary?" Andrew asked confused.

"Ellie!"

"Mr. Du said it was Ellie!" When Brandon said this, he felt uneasy for some reason.

"Okay! I'll be here right away. You must be careful and pay attention to safety." After Andrew hung up the phone, it seemed that he was really in a hurry.

But Brandon was shouting in his heart: "I really want to be unsafe, but I also need someone who can kill this pervert!"