I have a room at Meiman Mental Hospital

More than ten minutes later, a car drove outside the door. .

Five people got out of the car, all of them strong and strong. After getting out of the car, they took out their pistols and carefully observed their surroundings. After finding nothing unusual, they approached the door.

"Boom boom boom!"

The leading black man knocked on the door.

Jackson looked at Du Wensen uneasily, and after getting permission, he walked towards the door.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

The black man glanced into the room and asked. "Chief Jackson, are the guests still there?"

Jackson nodded: "Here, he has been waiting for you!"

"Very well, smart people all have the problem of arrogance! It seems that our Mr. Du is no exception." The black man waved his hand, and the others rushed into the living room under his leadership.

Facing five guns pointed at his head, Du Wensen, who was sitting at the table, said with a wide smile: "Hey! Don't be nervous, I don't want to get my head blown off because one of you accidentally slipped!"

"Give you a minute to convince me, or I'll blow your head off!" the black man said coldly.

"Hi! Evan Jones, maybe you can read the information about scones and then consider whether we should talk about it!" Du Wensen put an A4 paper on the table.

This is just an ordinary piece of A4 paper, with paragraphs of handwriting written on it, which seem to be completely unrelated.

A certain event happened in a certain place in a certain year, a certain month.

There is the appearance of a certain house.

There is a certain person’s living habits and family relationships.

However, after watching all this, Evan's hands were shaking.

Everything above has been done by him, every place is used by him to hide his identity, and everyone is his relative and friend.

"You are threatening me!" Evan glared at Du Wensen.

"You misunderstood! Only by being frank can we communicate better! Isn't it?" Du Wensen explained.

Evan snorted heavily and reminded: "You still have 10 seconds!"

Du Wensen looked at Evan seriously and slowly raised three fingers.

"3"

"2"

"1"

Evan's phone rang.

"Awesome, really on time!" Du Wensen exclaimed happily.

Evan answered the phone in confusion, listened to a few words, and hung up the phone with a drastic change in his expression.

"Damn it! Is it you? You actually sent people to attack the AI ​​island base? How did you do it?"

Du Wensen spread his hands and said: "I didn't do anything. It was you who caused the trouble! How about it, can we talk now?"

Evan signaled the others to get up, sat opposite Du Wensen and said, "Tell me! What do you want to talk about? You'd better say something that interests me, otherwise I will kill you too."

"No, no, no!" Du Wensen shook his head: "Evan, you are wrong. From now on, you only have ten minutes, tell me what value you have, otherwise you will lose any value. Believe me! Not only You and anyone related to you will be captured and become a test subject in some experiment."

"I hope you don't think I'm threatening you, I'm just stating a fact that's about to happen!" Du Wensen said lightly.

Evan's eyes widened, wanting to get angry.

However, reason told him that he couldn't. He knew that AI was powerful, but he couldn't mess with an organization that dared to fight against AI.

His strength, in front of such a large organization, is like an ant on the ground.

Evan knew he had to seize this opportunity.

"Although I am no longer an official federal agent, I am still their external agent. I can do many things that you don't want to do."

Du Wensen shook his head: "This is not enough!"

"If you are not satisfied, then I can only kill you and escape!" Evan pointed the gun at Du Wensen.

Du Wensen shrugged and said, "Okay, then you shoot!"

Evan did not hesitate and pulled the trigger decisively.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

After four consecutive shots, it was not Du Wensen who fell.

It was the four people brought by Evan. They didn't understand why they were there until they died.

"Don't! Don't kill me!" Jackson raised his hands, he was completely confused.

"I have a good friend in the FBI. He is willing to do anything for me, including pretending to be Jackson's boss this time. This is my biggest secret. I am willing to follow your orders in the future." Evan said dejectedly. .

Du Wensen nodded with satisfaction.

"I like smart people, but you have to go back to the FBI!"

"Impossible! They will never want me again with a stain like me." Evan didn't believe it.

Du Wensen smiled knowingly: "When you have enough dazzling light, the stains will be covered up, right?"

A trace of determination flashed in Evan's eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said: "If you can let me go back again, I will always be yours and will never betray you!"

Du Wensen waved his hand.

"Don't rush to show your loyalty, come back to me after a while!"

Evan nodded solemnly, put the gun into Jackson's hand, turned around and left, walking very neatly and without any sloppiness at all.

Jackson, who was still raising his hands high, was dumbfounded. It was obvious that Evan seemed to want him to take the blame for the murder.

"Are you thinking that after hearing so many secrets, you are dead this time, right?" Du Wensen said with a grin.

Jackson, who was in a hurry, instinctively pointed his gun at Du Wensen.

Du Wensen said helplessly: "Evan is a former federal agent. Would he be stupid enough to give you a pistol with bullets left in it? And if you really want to kill me, can you please put your finger on the trigger?"

"I won't kill you! I just want to live. Please let me go. I will definitely run away. I didn't hear anything I just said." Jackson said with a sad face.

Du Wensen stood up and stretched.

"Sorry, in a few minutes, the police will come to arrest you. They found the remote control that blew up the police station, and it has your fingerprints on it."

Jackson's face turned pale.

"Are you trying to say, how could you believe that you bombed the police station?"

Du Wensen showed a strange smile.

"After I was released from prison, I transferred a million dollars to your account, and I seem to have heard that you often complain about the low salary in the police station, and you have to rent a house after working for so many years."

Jackson's legs softened and he sat on the chair. He could only watch Du Wensen walk out the door.

"Don't be complacent! The evidence of your crime is still there. Even if I am caught, someone else will prosecute you. Your case is not over!" Jackson roared.

Du Wensen, who was at the door of the station, turned around and replied: "Well, I'm looking forward to it!"

"Oh! By the way, actually I just lied to you. There are bullets in your gun. If you don't believe me, try it!" After saying that, Du Wensen made a face.

Without thinking, Jackson immediately pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang!"

The bullets flew around but did not hit Du Wensen.

Du Wensen clapped his hands and said, "Congratulations! Now even the trigger has your fingerprints!"

"Boom!"

The pistol fell to the ground, Jackson's eyes were dull and his limbs were weak.

Minutes later, with sirens blaring, several police officers burst into Jackson's home.

"I didn't do anything, I was wronged, please believe me!" Jackson shouted with his hands raised.