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The two came to a small shop on the roadside not far away. .biqugev

After introducing yourself, order and eat.

Halfway through the meal, Madeline finally couldn't help but asked: "Officer Du, which district in New York are you from?"

"District 22, my police chief is Matthew. Do you know him?" Du Wensen narrowed his eyes.

"Of course, I have dealt with him several times a few years ago, and I am still very impressed with his case-handling style. Since it is such a coincidence, should I call him to greet him?" Madeline picked up the phone and stared at it. By Vincent Du.

"If Ms. Madeline doesn't remember Sheriff Matthew's number, I'm willing to tell you that I still remember the Sheriff's phone number!" Du Wensen took a bite of bread and said.

Madeline frowned. This was different from what she expected. Was it really an illusion just now?

"I always have a good memory." After speaking, he pressed a few numbers, pulled it out, and clicked on the amplified keyboard.

"This is Sheriff Matthew, may I help you?"

When Matthew's voice came out, Madeline glanced at Du Wensen again before replying: "Hi! I'm Madeline. I wonder if Chief Matthew still remembers me?"

"Oh, you are a stinky cousin, what tricks do you want to play!" Matthew's angry voice came immediately.

"Chief Matthew, you should know that I'm not easy to mess with. Do you want to go back to being a police officer?" Madeline said in a particularly gentle tone.

"Stop talking nonsense, just tell me what's wrong. I don't owe you any favors anymore. You should know it very well." Matthew still said angrily.

"Actually, it's nothing. I just met a police officer named Du Wensen from your police station, so I thought of you and called you to greet you." Madeline said calmly.

"Snapped!"

The sound of a cup breaking came over the phone.

"Chief Matthew, what's wrong with you?" Madeline asked curiously.

"No, it's nothing! Can you let me say a few words to him?" Matthew's attitude suddenly changed.

Madeline once again looked at Du Wensen, who had no fluctuations, and replied: "Of course."

Then he handed the phone to Du Wensen.

Du Wensen pressed the standard mode and refused Madeline's eavesdropping.

"Asshole! Du, tell me where you are now?" Matthew's voice could already imagine that he was furious.

"Washington, 20 Exchange Street, next to the Manhattan Trust Bank." Du Vinson replied.

"Damn it, what were you doing there? Why did you mess with that woman Madeline? Also, why did you pretend to be a police officer again?" Matthew asked three questions.

"I am your police officer. There was a bank robbery here. It is natural for me to be here to help handle the case." Du Wensen replied.

"Bang!" Something seemed to be smashed on the other end of the phone.

"Ah! Du, you must be the one who robbed the bank! Okay, you don't have to say it's you too! I beg you not to cause trouble, okay? You're still using my name, it's over, my police chief seems to be It’s not possible.” Matthew’s voice broke.

"Okay, I wish you a good dream!" Du Wensen said and handed the phone to Madeline.

"The police chief said he was not in a good mood and wanted to rest early."

Madeline answered the phone suspiciously, and Matthew on the other end yelled: "Get out! Leave me alone, leave me alone!"

The phone is hanging up.

Madeline's eyes were full of questions, but she didn't ask any more questions. Instead, she smiled and said that the police chief seemed to be really in a bad mood, and then they started to eat together with Du Wensen.

The two chatted while eating until Case walked in.

Keith glanced at their faces in confusion and said, "I'm sorry for interrupting your meal. Ms. Madeline, please come out with me."

Madeline politely apologized to Du Wensen and walked out with Keith.

Du Wensen, who was left behind, raised the corners of his mouth.

"What a pleasant surprise!"

Outside the door, Keith looked at Madeline seriously and said, "I want you to tell me personally that you know what you should do and what you shouldn't do."

Madeline nodded: "I understand very well!"

"Okay! Now I need your help." After saying that, Case dialed the bank's internal phone number.

At this time, Deadpool and Peter were digging a hole on the hard cement floor in the bank utility room. Andrew was standing in front of the phone. This was what Du Wensen had told him at the beginning of the plan, saying that the police outside would definitely call in.

The moment he heard the phone ringing, Andrew understood that his story had begun.

After taking a deep breath and calming down, he picked up the phone.

"Hi! Who is this?"

Madeleine replied: "My name is not important, what I can give you is important!"

"what can you give me?"

"You want!"

"What I want is the money in the entire vault, and now I have it, so I don't need any help from you."

"But you won't have a chance to use that money. I mean, you should be more patient with me, because I will have better suggestions!" Madeline said.

Andrew knew the topic was coming, so he pretended to be silent for a while and then said: "You can tell me!"

Madeline glanced at Keith next to her and said, "It's not convenient to talk on the phone. I need to talk to you in person."

Come in and talk?

For some reason, Andrew's intuition from many years of business experience told him that this woman seemed unusual.

"Aren't you a policeman?"

"no!"

Andrew began to think about it. In the plan, he could allow the police to come in and talk, but now this woman is not from the police, and it has gone beyond the plan.

He thought of Du Wensen's explanation. If this happens, he should agree to it first and then deal with it.

"Okay, come in!"

Andrew hung up the phone and ran quickly to the utility room.

In the utility room, Deadpool looked at the pit he had worked so hard to dig in front of him and joked: "Hey! Peter, do you think this looks like a cesspool?"

"Why do we have to dig a cesspit when we come to rob a bank? This is completely different from what I imagined." Peter said with a weak look.

As soon as he finished speaking, Andrew rushed in.

"Quick! Tell Du that a woman who is not a police officer is coming to negotiate with us. What should we do?"

Deadpool hesitated: "Du said that after opening the vault, we can't contact him unless necessary. This will be exposed."

Andrew was anxious.

"What should I do? I can feel that that woman is definitely not an ordinary person. She has a purpose. If I were to face that cunning woman, some flaws would be exposed."

"Hey! Don't look at me, I can do nothing but kill, and I don't kill women." Deadpool replied.

Peter looked nervous.

A big question mark appeared in the eyes of the three people at the same time.

"This is how to do?"