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Chapter 110 Surprise (4 updates)

Du Wensen came to Bernice, hugged her into his arms, and then the two of them kissed each other tightly like lovers about to part ways. .

"Asshole! Where are you touching your hands!"

"Let go! Let go quickly, you're hurting me!"

"I'm going to kill you! Damn you, I'm going to kill you!"

After some hard work, Bernice finally pushed Du Wensen away. Angry, she hurriedly took a few steps away, straightening her messed up clothes with a flushed face.

Du Wensen took a deep breath of satisfaction.

"Thank you, I see!"

When he came to the coded door, he gently pressed the first number.

"9"

Then quickly press five numbers "15789"

"This is an 8-digit password, so the remaining two digits should be..."

Vincent Du looked back at Bernice's feet and entered the last two numbers.

"37"

"Click", the secret door opened in response, revealing a downward passage.

The Arab was about to go inside in excitement, but Du Wensen stopped in front of the door.

"Friends from the Middle East, you must have heard the purpose of my coming here. You and I have similar goals. How about we work together and each get what we need?"

The Arab thought for a while and then asked, "If you can help us find what we want, I will be happy to cooperate with you."

"No problem! I'll lead the way, you follow!" Du Wensen walked into the password door happily.

The Arab waved his hand and escorted Bernice, who looked resentful, and everyone followed him towards the secret room.

The underground secret room is about more than 200 square meters, with a table in the middle and bookshelves as tall as a person on the four walls. Each bookshelf is filled with file bags, and the letters "abcd" are written on each wall.

There are so many files, and if you want to search them one by one, you will definitely not have enough time.

"Mr. Detective, it's up to you now! Please find the file we want as soon as possible." The Arab urged.

Du Wensen calmly picked up a file and looked at it.

"If you are anxious, you should tell me your identity and the file information you need!"

The Arab shook his head, "Sorry, I don't want Miss Bernice to find out our identity. I won't tell you a word. You have to rely on your own intelligence to find out what we want."

"You are giving me a test paper without any questions, but you are asking me to write down the correct answer in your mind. This is making things difficult for me!" Du Wensen was surprised.

"If you can't find it, then we will have to kill you!" The Arab raised his gun again.

"With a gun, you can really do whatever you want!" Du Wensen said helplessly.

"Besides, you can't look down on people. How could I not know such an obvious answer?"

Hearing this, Bernice couldn't help but look at Vincent Du, with a trace of doubt flashing in her eyes.

"Then please hurry up. We don't have much time. Once Miss Bernice's guards discover something unusual, we will have to take action that will hurt you." the Arab reminded.

Du Wensen dropped the file bag in his hand and glanced around.

"The four letters here represent four levels of intelligence. For example, the file I just looked at is a major's file. It is placed at level D, so level A must be national-level intelligence. This leaves us with only b and c."

Looking at the Arab's puzzled eyes, Du Wensen apologized, "Sorry, given your IQ, we will skip the complicated explanation stage and tell you directly that the information you want is at level C."

"Why are you sure they are C-level?" Bernice asked.

"Because of their identities..." Du Wensen smiled slightly.

"Arab friends don't hide where they come from, no matter from the color of their skin or the origin of their fabrics, I can even smell that they ate authentic Arab grilled chicken stuffed flatbread before getting on the plane."

"There are also their weapons, have you found them? A very simple AK47, as well as a pistol. This does not mean that they are poor, but because they are used to using such weapons."

"Of course, I guessed from the bloodshot eyes and the fact that his three men yawned five times in total during this period that they had just gotten off the plane and were still suffering from jet lag."

"Then we can search for the nearest flight, and it is not difficult to find out which city in the country they are coming from..."

"Mr. Detective, you talk too much." The Arab interrupted Du Wensen arrogantly.

"Huh? Arab friend, why are you still here? Why don't you go get what you want?" Du Wensen seemed to have discovered his existence.

"There are enough files in the entire C-level area for us to find them all day and night, so you also need to tell me where the files we want are located." The Arab replied.

"It seems that you only have all kinds of big cakes in your heads, and you don't even know basic common sense."

Bernice burst out laughing, but after seeing a few unkind looks, she had to hold her mouth tightly.

“People usually put the most commonly used things where they are easiest to get, and then put the less commonly used ones with high value in a slightly higher position. I think you should look for them at the bottom, and you will be able to find what you want. files, but a friendly reminder, you should take more files with you to prevent Miss Bernice from finding your identity based on the lost files." Du Wensen explained.

The Arab nodded and arranged for the two of them to stare at Du Wensen, who had just walked towards the C-level area.

"You are very smart!" Bernice said with a smile.

Du Wensen reminded that "people usually use words like pervert, lunatic, lunatic, and freak to praise me."

Bernice pursed her lips and smiled.

"I'm going to say you're smart!"

Du Wensen yawned lazily.

"But you shouldn't say so much. You are not the only smart person here. Through your analysis, I can basically determine who they are." Bernice said proudly.

Her words immediately made the person holding the gun next to her become nervous.

"Very good, congratulations on your success in trying to commit suicide. I think they won't let any of us go now!" Du Wensen said.

"Of course, I did it on purpose!"

"I'm just curious, can you solve all this at this time and give me a surprise?" Bernice looked at Du Wensen with a smile.

"After a while, they will shoot both of us in the head. If you can calm down, you may be able to see your own brains spraying out of your brain. This is what I can think of." Du Wensen shrugged. .

"If this can be considered a surprise!"