I have a room at Meiman Mental Hospital

Chapter 108 Asshole (2 more)

Looking at the muzzle of the gun that was almost pressed against his head, Du Wensen said without any emotion, "Maybe you can try to see who can pull the trigger faster than me!"

"Everyone, step aside, I can handle it myself!" Jonathan ordered to the others. .biqugev

FBI agents had no choice but to clear a path.

Du Wensen whistled and escorted Jonathan forward with satisfaction.

Although countless people were alarmed along the way, with Jonathan as the hostage, no one dared to shoot Du Wensen, and they walked out of the building smoothly.

The two came to a car. Du Wensen held his gun tightly against Jonathan's head and looked at the FBI agent behind him, motionless.

"Go back! No one is allowed to pursue you without my order." Jonathan immediately ordered.

The agents remained motionless.

"This is an order! Do you want to disobey it?" Jonathan said angrily.

The agents reluctantly stepped back, but Jonathan consciously sat in the driver's seat.

Du Wensen also put away his gun and lay comfortably on the passenger seat.

"What you do will only make you more guilty. I will not prove your innocence until the evidence is brought back." Jonathan started the car and stepped on the accelerator.

"You should worry about your men and pray that they don't meet me!" Du Wensen said nonchalantly.

"Are you doing this because you suspect that there is a traitor around me?" Jonathan asked curiously.

Du Wensen took off his coat and pants, and when he was finally there, Jonathan couldn't help it anymore.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

Du Wensen stretched out his hands.

"Of course, tie me up and give it to that bitch!"

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A convoy is driving on the road. Two military Hummers are clearing the way in front. In the middle is a dark black Mercedes-Benz. The last one is an ordinary SUV. If you look closely, you can see that everyone in the two Hummers has bright eyes. They were staring out of the car warily, even their fingers were pressed on the handles of their guns at any time.

The black Mercedes-Benz in the middle looks a bit heavy. It is obvious that it has been modified to make it heavier, and it is most likely even a bulletproof car.

In the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz, there was a woman half-lying, an astonishingly beautiful woman, with smooth and delicate skin, soft, tall, concave and round figure, and an angelic face that any woman would be jealous of. .

It was as if God had placed all the beauty on her.

Her name is Bernice White.

She seemed a little drowsy at the balanced speed of the car.

But, suddenly, the convoy stopped.

Bernice opened her eyes slightly, revealing her dark and smart eyes. She rolled down the window and looked out the window dissatisfied.

"Miss, there is a check ahead, it seems because a prisoner has just escaped from the FBI prison," the housekeeper on the co-pilot reported.

Bernice plucked her light-colored lips with her fingers and said, "Really? Find out for me the identity of this guy who escaped from prison!"

At this moment, there was a sudden sudden stop from behind. Bernice looked back and saw a naked Asian man pressing a gun with a silencer against the driver's body and firing several times. gun.

Then he opened the door and jumped out.

"Miss, we found out, the fugitive's name is Du Wensen, he is the guy who blew up the art museum a while ago!" the housekeeper said, handing over a tablet.

Bernice glanced at the photo on the tablet, then looked at the man who was about to escape, and smiled brightly.

She immediately pointed at Du Wensen and said, "Go down and ask two people to invite him to my car!"

Suddenly, the SUV behind quickly opened its door, and two tall men with submachine guns pointed their guns at Du Wensen.

Du Wensen raised his hands decisively and said helplessly, "Hey! Friends, you are not the police, so there is no need to be a messenger of justice! Can you let me leave as if nothing happened?"

The two pointed their guns at the Mercedes-Benz with the door open. Du Wensen sighed, consciously handed over the gun in his hand, and climbed into the Mercedes-Benz.

The convoy started off again, ignoring the checkpoints.

At this time, Jonathan in the driver's seat slowly raised his head and painfully dialed the phone.

"Send an ambulance, I've been shot!"

In the Mercedes-Benz, Vincent Du stared at Bernice, and Bernice looked at Vincent Du.

In the eyes of Du Wensen.

Bernice’s clothes “????”

Bernice’s dress “????”

Bernice’s hair “????”

Bernice’s character “????”

Du Vinson was unable to deduce any useful value.

This surprised him, just like a person who suddenly became blind one day. This was the first time he encountered such a situation in this world.

very funny!

Naturally, his eyes are very fiery!

"Mr. Du Wensen, the last person who stared at me like this has been sunk to the bottom of the sea!" Bernice smiled.

"Guess what happened to the last woman I looked at like this?" Du Wensen smiled kindly.

Bernice asked curiously, "Becoming your wife?"

Du Wensen's smile turned into a smile. "I made her head into a wax statue and placed it on my bedside so that I can see her every day when I open my eyes."

Bernice involuntarily leaned to the other side of the car, wanting to stay away from Vincent Du.

"You killed her?"

However, Vincent Du approached Bernice, stared at her and said, "I'm even more curious about how you know my name!"

Realizing that there was no way to retreat, Bernice wrinkled her little nose and said, "What's wrong? If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been able to escape the FBI's pursuit. Shouldn't you be grateful to me?"

Du Wensen suddenly leaned forward and pressed against Bernice's body. The distance between their faces was barely two centimeters, and they could smell each other's breath.

"Asshole! Stay away from Miss!" the housekeeper said with a gun on Du Wensen.

Dovinson stroked Bernice's smooth chin with one hand.

"So, how do you want me to thank you?"

After saying that, he kissed her pretty red lips hard.

"Zi~~~!"

The smell of burnt flesh rose in the car.

"You bastard! You bastard! How dare you kiss me with your stinky mouth? Kiss me! Kiss me again!" Bernice took the electric shock device and applied another electric shock to Vincent Du.

The electricity caused Du Wensen's whole body to twitch, his eyes rolled, and he fainted.

"Hmph! You regret it, right? I'm looking forward to it, who will be the one who regrets it in the end!" Bernice dropped the electric shock device, furious.

In the evening, Du Wensen woke up on a sofa, but he didn't feel very good.

His hands were tied behind his back, and two gun muzzles were pressed against his head behind him. However, he had a coat on his body so that he was not naked.

This is a living room. Bernice is sitting on another sofa with her legs crossed. On the wall, a photo of Vincent Du is being displayed on the projection.

To be precise, they are photos of him at different times and places.