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"Du, when will we go back!"

This is the tenth time Andrew has asked this question in the past two hours. .biquge

Since Deadpool returned early to repair his appearance, only Du Vincent, Andrew and Peter were left in the hotel's presidential suite at this time.

Du Wensen could no longer ignore this question, otherwise Andrew would ask it right in his face next time.

"Andrew, it's rare for us to come to Washington. Shouldn't we look around and have some fun?"

"Sorry, Du, it has not been more than 48 hours since I last came to Washington, and there is nothing of interest to me here. The most important thing is that my intuition tells me that nothing good will happen to you if you stay here!" Andrew said seriously.

"Andrew, please don't imitate my tone of voice? I'm very heartbroken about your suspicion. At the same time, you ignored Peter's opinion. He is also very interested in this city. Peter, am I right?"

Peter was watching the news, clearly not listening to what they were saying.

Du Wensen took out a small object from his pocket and threw it over. Peter's powerful spider sense ability allowed him to easily catch it in his hand.

"What is this?" he asked over his shoulder.

"Your mission reward is a beautiful gadget. You can give it to your girlfriend Mary. She will definitely like it." Du Wensen replied:

"But Mary is not my girlfriend yet!" Peter smiled sheepishly.

"Du, don't change the topic, when are we going back!" Andrew asked for the 11th time.

"Peter, do you miss Mary? How about inviting her to Washington, and all expenses will be paid for Andrew's treat!" Du Wensen said.

"Great! Is it really possible? Uncle Andrew, I want to go to the National Gallery of Art, I also want to go to the Museum of History, and I also want to go to the White House. Mary also mentioned to me that she wanted to come to Washington, but unfortunately we never had the chance. No money either!" Peter looked at Andrew eagerly.

"Du,"

Finally, for the 12th time, Andrew was speechless.

"Okay! Just play for one day, we must go back tomorrow!"

"Great! I'm going to call Mary right now!" Peter jumped up excitedly.

"But you haven't told me what this is!"

Andrew took a look and replied.

"The black diamond, judging from its size and fineness, is worth about three to five million US dollars!"

Peter's hands shook in fright, and he raised them up and looked at them in disbelief.

"Oh my god! Is such a small thing worth hundreds of thousands? It's too expensive. I can't accept such an expensive thing."

"Just take it, you deserve it, there are still many more in Duna!" Andrew said helplessly.

Du took out a small black cloth bag and poured out more than twenty diamonds, which were about the same size as Peter's hand.

Andrew picked them up and looked at them one by one, and said: "This batch of diamonds is of good color. If processed, the value will probably increase five to ten times. So the harvest from this mission is not bad."

"Wait! Are these diamonds taken out of the bank?" Peter suddenly realized.

Andrew patted Peter on the shoulder and said: "Did you watch the news just now, did they say that the bank was stolen? Don't worry, this is our reward. Come on, give this one to me, and I will process it into one." A beautiful diamond ring, perfect for when you propose to Mary."

"Hehehe!" Peter suddenly laughed like a fool.

After Mary arrived in the afternoon, the four of them made a travel plan, from the Congress to the White House, from the art gallery to the Aerospace Museum, and from day to night.

Along the way, Andrew carefully stared at Du Wensen. Except for one time when he passed the Pentagon, Du Wensen suggested that he wanted to go in and have a look, he did not behave abnormally. However, there was always an uneasiness in his heart, which was very unlike Du Wensen's character.

In Andrew's eyes, Du Wensen is like a mobile explosive bag, blowing up wherever he goes!

It wasn't until the next morning that Andrew proposed going back for the twelfth time, and this time Du Wensen didn't object, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

While packing his things, Andrew's phone rang. He took it out and looked at it, but hesitated.

"Destiny will always give us the best arrangement! You know very well that even if you hang up the phone now, we can't leave Washington." Du Wensen looked at Andrew with a smile.

"Damn it! You knew this would happen, right?" Andrew said angrily.

"Remember what I told you in the bank? This is a test. We have completed the first link and proved our ability. Of course, the other party will announce the next link." Du Wensen said lazily.

"Du, we have to consider the safety of Peter and Mary. Now we don't even know who the other party is, let alone what the purpose of the conversation is. This is very dangerous." Andrew stared.

"Andrew, if you want to know who the other party is and what the ultimate goal is, we should continue to play. When you form this small group, you no longer have the power to refuse danger, unless after this operation is over, you Disband it!" Du Wensen said this very seriously.

"Damn it! I don't want to know."

After complaining, Andrew answered the phone.

A few minutes later, Andrew put down the phone and looked at Du Wensen blankly.

"This mission is to the National Gallery of Art in Washington. The other party told us that there is a fake artwork inside. They hope that we can find it and bring it out, and we only have one week."

"Well, this time the goal is clear and it seems to be much simpler!" Du Wensen said happily.

"Du! Did you listen to what I said? It is the National Gallery of Art. It is one of the art museums with the richest collections in the entire United States and even the entire world. There are more than 47 works of art in it. More importantly, it occupies The land area reaches square meters, how do you want to find one of the fake works of art?"

"The museum's security capabilities are not comparable to that of a small bank, and its area is beyond our control."

"What's more, if we can control the art museum, we won't be able to find out which one of the more than 40,000 works of art is fake within a week. No one can do it!" Andrew persuaded with earnest words. road.

Du Wensen slowly sat up straight and became energetic.

"I have an interesting idea, do you want to hear it?"

Andrew finally couldn't help but stretched his ears out of curiosity.

"Goo!"

Du Wensen heard a loud growl from his stomach.

"Sorry, I'm hungry. How about we eat first? In addition, it's time to wake Peter and Mary up for lunch. Young people really don't know how to control themselves!"