I have a room at Meiman Mental Hospital

"Hahaha, it's useless for you to kill me. You're dead. You don't even know who you offended!" Nikolai laughed. .biqugev

"boom"

Du Wensen shot Nikolai's other hand off with another shot and slowly walked up to him.

"Sorry, the gun accidentally went off!"

After speaking, he reached out to find a mobile phone on Nikolai's body and dialed the nearest number.

"Hi! Is this Mr. Pushkin?"

"Who are you? Where is Nikolai!"

"He's with me! I'm sorry that his hands were interrupted and he couldn't answer the phone. Do you want to say a few words to him?"

"Are you the bastard who caused me to lose tens of millions in just two days?"

"I guess so! I wonder if you could tell me who you are?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that you are dead!"

Du Wensen was silent for a while.

Said: "Then I have no choice but to come to you!"

Throwing the phone aside, he said to Nikolai: "Sorry, you lost this game!"

An hour later, a fire engulfed the entire warehouse.

Du Wensen had already returned to the hospital, carried Neve, who was asleep on the sofa, back to her own crib, turned off the TV that was playing a horror movie, and walked into the bathroom.

"Only three shots, good luck!"

The next day, Du Wensen was lying on the sofa, and a news was playing on the TV.

"This morning the police found a body in a villa. The deceased's name was Pushkin Garcia. According to preliminary estimates by the police, the deceased died of electrocution. For further information, please see the reports sent back by our frontline reporters."

"If he had someone to take care of him, this kind of accident wouldn't have happened!"

Kolo brought over a piece of fruit.

"Du, when I went to collect my father's belongings today, the police gave me an envelope with ten thousand dollars in it!"

Du Wensen yawned and closed his eyes.

Ke Luo hesitated for a while and then said: "I want to go back and take care of the small farm left by my father."

Du Wensen turned over, with his butt sticking out of the sofa.

"You will come to see me, right?" Ke Luo bit her lip.

Neve suddenly ran in, chose a big red apple, looked at Du Vincent, then at Khloe, turned around and ran out again.

Ke Luo sighed, and when he walked to the door, he suddenly turned back and said: "I know, you did all this! Thank you!"

After speaking, he wiped away his tears and rushed out.

After a while, Andrew walked in.

"Du, what's wrong with her? She's crying so sadly!"

"Wait! What happened to you? Are you injured?" Andrew was surprised when he saw the gauze on Du Wensen's back.

"Andrew, a qualified gentleman would not speak loudly while others are sleeping." Du Wensen turned around and said displeased.

Andrew pointed outside: "But it's afternoon now, and it will be dark if you sleep any longer!"

"Okay, okay! When did you become my butler, Andrew? Tell me what you have come to see me for!" Du Wensen said, holding his head.

Andrew looked at Du Wensen's body: "Forget it, your injuries seem to be serious now, I'd better wait until you recover."

"Then don't disturb my sleep!" After saying that, Du Wensen closed his eyes.

Andrew sat on the sofa uneasily, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Du, do you think Mr. Deadpool would do the bank robbery?"

Du Wensen sat up immediately and looked at Andrew for a while with a smile.

"It sounds like you got a good deal!"

"No, no, Du, your current body absolutely cannot take this risk." Andrew hurriedly refused.

Du Wensen stared at him closely and said disappointedly: "Andrew, when did you think that robbing banks is a manual job?"

"Isn't it? Not only will you have to face the police, but you will probably also dispatch the FBI. If they hadn't promised that as long as we succeeded, all the consequences would be settled by them, I wouldn't have considered this job." Andrew replied.

"No, no, you are wrong!" Du Wensen shook his head.

"Robbery of banks has always been a technical job!"

Three days later, in a police station in Washington.

"Hello, Mr. Sheriff, let me introduce myself. My name is Wade, a professional killer from New York. I hope you will be patient and listen to the next words carefully."

"I am currently planning and executing a perfect bank robbery. The target is Manhattan Trust Bank. As for why I am doing this, of course it is not that I have any financial crisis, but I want to tell you."

"I can do it!"

After the video was played, the police chief raised his head and asked: "Officer Du Wensen, you came from New York this time just to tell me that there is a bold guy who wants to rob a bank within my jurisdiction?"

"Yes! I think he made it very clear in the video!" Du Wensen replied.

"But since he was provoking your sergeant, why did he come to my place to rob the bank?" the sergeant asked doubtfully.

Du Wensen smiled slightly: "He needs to tell you in person, Sheriff!"

After thinking for a while, the police chief agreed: "Okay, then I will send Keith to handle this case. I hope we can have a happy cooperation!"

"Happy cooperation!"

Time goes back to ten minutes ago.

There were one or two vans parked in a surveillance blind spot next to Hatton Trust Bank.

Deadpool, Peter, and Andrew were wearing gray robes and black masks. They were sitting nervously in the van, especially Peter and Andrew, who were staring at each other with big eyes.

Deadpool took out two AK47s and said, "Hey! You two seem to be scared."

"This is my first time to rob a bank. With my wealth, I don't need to do this at all. What on earth does this guy Du want to do!" Andrew said aggrievedly.

"Me, me too, I'm nervous and excited! Wow, this is my first time holding a gun. What should we do later?" After finishing speaking, Peter took the rifle and looked left and right.

After reading it, I picked it up and took a look, I was very excited.

Deadpool's eyes shone and said: "I have never done this before. Du said just follow the plan. If you can't handle it, you can ask him. He will keep in touch with me at any time."

After speaking, Deadpool pointed to his ear, where a small communicator was hidden.

"Then it's almost time for me to set off!" Andrew looked at his watch and said, "Du asked me to go in five minutes early and said that I would use an infrared flashlight to destroy all the surveillance cameras."

"Come on!" Peter encouraged.

"I will, see you in five minutes!"

Andrew pulled the hat on his head and got out of the car with a light.

He followed the drills he had practiced for the past three days, including which position to turn his face to, and where to lower his head, and arrived at the bank gate without any mistakes.

Turn on the infrared light in your hand, and shine the two surveillance heads at the door for a few seconds.

Take a deep breath and open the bank door!