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"You seem to have some little understanding of me?" Nikolai asked. .biqugev

"No! I just think you are a good toy, and you have to be familiar with the toy before you can get started with it." Du Wensen replied.

Nikolai slowly released his hand on the table and said softly: "I'm interested in your game now, tell me how to play it."

Du Wensen smiled and showed his white teeth: "It's very simple. Let's see whether you kill me first or whether I destroy everything about your boss first."

"Interesting! But why do you think I don't dare to kill you now? Just because there is a police chief here? I don't think he will stop me." Nicolai pulled out a pistol and looked at Matthew .

Matthew's expression was extremely calm.

If a pistol can threaten Du Wensen, what's the point now? Du Wensen may have died countless times.

This made Nikolai stunned for a moment, then turned around and said: "It seems that the police chief is not worried that I will kill you?"

"Because he understands me, you will thank me for reminding you after you leave this house!" Du Wensen's attitude was sincere.

Nikolai thought for a moment and suddenly laughed.

"Then let you live a little longer, and hope you're not stupid enough to think you can escape New York."

"I will find you!" Du Wensen also smiled in return.

Nikolai put away his gun and said: "I'll wait for you!"

When night fell, the old sheriff returned to his apartment.

Thinking that as the District 1 Sheriff, he had to be run around like a little brother, he felt angry in his heart. The moment he pushed the door open and turned on the light, he felt something was wrong.

Du Wensen, wearing a black dress and a black top hat, was sitting on his sofa with his legs crossed and a cigarette in his mouth.

"Hi!" Du Wensen greeted him.

The old sheriff shivered involuntarily and felt his legs were weak.

In the afternoon, he had found out the identity of Du Wensen. In his opinion, he was a mentally disturbed monster, although many accusations turned out to be innocent.

But such people are the most terrifying!

The old sheriff quickly drew his pistol. He could have sworn that the speed of drawing the gun this time would be among the top three in his life.

"Hands up or I'll shoot!"

"Don't be so nervous. I just want to ask you a few questions. Look, I'm not even armed!" Du Wensen raised his hands and turned around.

The old sheriff held a gun in one hand and handcuffs in the other hand and slowly approached Du Wensen.

Just as he locked the handcuffs on Du Vincent's hands.

"boom!"

"Wow!"

The glass table was shattered into pieces, blood was pouring from the old sheriff's head, and he lay on the ground like a dead dog.

"I told you not to be nervous. Don't you know that bleeding speeds up when people are nervous?"

Du Wensen shook his head and dragged the deputy to the garage. After tying the person into the car, he connected the exhaust hole to the car with a pipe, then started the car and closed the doors and windows.

After a while, the old police chief was awakened from the suffocation. He struggled wildly, coughed violently, his face turned red from the suffocation, and banged his head on the car window while shouting for help.

Du Wensen stared at him motionless.

It wasn't until the old sheriff was foaming at the mouth and about to die that he opened the car door.

The old sheriff gulped excitedly, breathing in the fresh air.

Just when he finally recovered and was about to open his mouth to speak, Du Wensen closed the station again.

Struggling, coughing, foaming at the mouth.

Repeated three times.

When Du Wensen opened the car door for the fourth time, the old police chief was already lying on the steering wheel dying, saliva dripping down his legs.

"You bastard, at least tell me what you want to ask!" At this moment, the old sheriff seemed to see a devil.

Du Wensen was finally satisfied!

Soon after, the car drove out of the garage and the two came to an old building.

There were two strong men with guns standing in front of the building, and there were many people staring at the surrounding windows from the upstairs windows. It wasn't until they saw the old police chief that they nodded and put down their guard.

The old police chief knocked on the door and said to the surveillance camera at the door: "It's me, let's find Andre."

After confirmation, the iron door opened and the two went in. Men with microflush could be seen everywhere along the way. Seeing their unkind expressions, the old police chief kept smiling and nodding mechanically.

When passing through a hall, you can see a large number of US dollar bills piled everywhere on the ground. Several people are folding them one by one, handing them to the money counter on the table for counting, and then wrapping them into bundles.

There are more than ten workers in the whole room who specialize in sorting money.

The two people soon came to another room, which was full of neatly arranged piles of money several meters high. Their arrival immediately aroused the vigilance of the six people in the room, and all the submachine guns in their hands were aimed at them. Two people.

The old sheriff quickly shouted to a tattooed man sitting on a pile of money: "Andre, this place has been exposed. I'm here to inform you to transport the money away."

"Hey! I'm not leaving. I'll kill whoever comes. Who is the bastard behind you?" Andre pointed at Du Wensen with his gun.

"Mr. Pushkin is the new one sent to help us, Andre, you should believe me." The old police chief explained.

Andre smiled and played with the pistol in his hand.

Du Wensen said with interest: "The pistol is good, it seems to be a commemorative edition! Can you show it to me?"

"You want to see my gun?"

Andre suddenly stood up, walked over and put a pistol on Du Wensen's head and said, "Want to try what it feels like to be shot in the head?"

Everyone else showed a gloating smile.

Du Wensen tilted his head, grabbed Andre's arm holding the gun with both hands, and twisted it hard. The gun was already in his hand before anyone else could raise it.

Six shots were fired and six people were killed.

“It feels good, it’s really a souvenir!”

After saying that, he dropped the pistol, picked up two more micro-guns from the ground, and fired at the people who were rushing in from the door.

After killing three or four people, Du Wensen saw that the people outside did not dare to come in. Du Wensen walked out in a big way. The people outside did not expect that he would come out like this. With a panicked expression.

It took more than ten minutes for Du Wenshou to clear out everyone inside and outside the building. At this time, he was holding an account book and sitting in front of a computer.

The old police chief stood behind Du Wensen in panic.

"This, these things must not be leaked, otherwise you and I will definitely be dead!"

"Governor, mayor's secretary, congressmen, senators, judges, sheriffs, wow, this group's network is really good!" Du Wensen said with satisfaction.

"It's useless. Even if you give this evidence to the police or even the FBI, it will be covered up. There are too many involved. At most, there will only be a few scapegoats, such as people like me." The sergeant wiped his sweat and said.