svetikya Chapter 117 Visit
Chapter 117 Visit
Andrew strictly abides by Du Wensen's opinions and never takes another step away from Du Wensen. .biquge
Taking into account the possibility of being killed inexplicably, Du Wensen's music no longer sounds so uncomfortable.
As for Neve who likes to walk the dog in the yard.
Andrew figured he might as well worry about what would happen to anyone who messed with her.
Neve, who was running with all her strength, was like a ghost. Even if a machine gun bullet hit her, half of the bullet would remain outside her body. How could she be in danger like this?
It seems that the people around Du Wensen are just ordinary, normal people. Thinking about it, he is really lucky to be alive until now.
This day seems to be over again.
In the evening, when Andrew was watching the sunset by the window, a black SUV appeared outside the courtyard.
A wheelchair was pushed out of the SUV, and two guys in black suits and sunglasses lifted a guy who looked like he might die at any moment into the wheelchair.
The wheelchair slowly slid towards the yard. The weak guy seemed to be struggling to paddle, but the two men in black behind him remained motionless and did not look like they wanted to help.
"The time has come!"
The sudden voice behind him startled Andrew.
"Du, who is he? Why don't the people behind him help him?"
Du Wensen smiled faintly: "Jonathan, Director of the FBI Counter-Intelligence Division, no one knows how many snipers are aiming at their heads at this time. As long as they dare to enter the yard, their heads will explode at any time!"
Andrew felt a chill in his heart. It turned out that not only could they not go out, but also some important people could not come in.
"Will he be okay?"
"He is here to resolve this impasse. Of course, if he doesn't handle it well, he won't live long!" Du Wensen replied.
"What's the matter with his injuries?" Andrew asked curiously.
"I did it. He used you to threaten me last time!" After saying that, Du Wensen walked downstairs.
Andrew was stunned in place. He finally understood why the FBI suddenly released him a few days ago. It turned out to be Du Wensen.
Suddenly, he felt touched. Du Wensen actually cared about him. Did Du Wensen finally regard him as a friend?
"Wait! Is being threatened the main reason?" Andrew began to get entangled.
Downstairs, in the courtyard, next to the stone table.
Du Wensen and Jonathan sat facing each other, neither of them looking like they wanted to speak, as if they were enjoying the last sunshine of the day.
Finally, when the last ray of sunlight disappeared, Jonathan suddenly moved his body and said in a dissatisfied tone.
"Damn! I was almost beaten to death by you."
Du Wensen played with the ruby in his hand.
"I calculated how much damage the bullet would cause and how long it would take for the ambulance to arrive. If nothing happens, you would have a 50% chance of surviving."
"Then I really thank you! Now I really wish you had shot me to death. Look at the good things you did. I just woke up from a coma today and was ordered to see you. Do you know How many people are staring at this right now?" Jonathan gasped.
"You know very well that I didn't have the time to get that kind of bomb at that time." Du Wensen put down the ruby and said.
"I know, I know very well, I even know who made the bomb, but what's the use? Bernice is dead, the villa was bombed, in the past few days, except you, everyone who survived The guards were all broken into pieces, and everyone believed that I sent you to steal information, and all their secrets are in your hands." Jonathan was furious.
"So you come here and hope that I can prove all this?" Du Wensen asked curiously.
"Yes, you are very smart. You must have a way to prove that all the damn information was blown up and you didn't get anything, right?" Jonathan expected.
Du Wensen raised the corners of his mouth and shook his head.
"Don't you understand? No matter how I prove it, it's impossible for them to believe that this is not your conspiracy, because this is simply too coincidental. Who will believe that I just slept in the villa, and then happened to be right before the explosion? Walked out?"
"You really didn't get the information?" Jonathan hesitated.
"Look, if you don't even believe it, how can you let others believe it?" Du Wensen laughed.
"Damn! You can still laugh. Do you think you are safe if you stay here? Their patience is limited. Once they can't bear it anymore, they will burn the entire mental hospital to the ground. Don't think they will do anything like this. If you don't come out, in order to prevent the information from leaking out, they will even kill everyone who has anything to do with you." Jonathan gritted his teeth.
Unfortunately, Jonathan didn't see the expression he wanted from Du Wensen's face, and Du Wensen still had a calm expression.
As if it had nothing to do with him.
"Asshole! Can you say something? I'm here to help you this time." Jonathan reminded.
"Okay, okay! Don't overact!"
Du Wensen smiled helplessly.
"Tell me, what would have happened if Bernice hadn't died?"
Jonathan was stunned and thought seriously and said: "If Bernice is not dead, of course it will be nothing to do with us, but she has been blown to ashes, damn it! What idiot is that? Why did they kill her? They don't know how to kill her." How much trouble will it cause to kill Bernice?"
"Then let her be resurrected!" Du Wensen replied.
Jonathan's eyes suddenly burst into light. He looked at Du Wensen, and surprise gradually appeared in his eyes.
"Mr. Du, you are so right. Why didn't I think of it? Since no one has seen Bernice's body, it is naturally impossible to confirm whether she is dead. We created false news that she is still alive. As long as someone By starting to question the authenticity of her death, we have so much room to maneuver."
"Look, it's such a simple thing, why didn't you think of it, right?" Du Wensen said with a smile.
Jonathan suddenly became wary.
"Is there something else I don't know about this? We are just grasshoppers on the same boat now. You can't hide anything from me."
"How could it be! I can't even get out of this yard now. I have to rely on your help whether I live or die, don't I?" Du Wensen smiled even brighter.
Such a smile makes it even more suspicious.
But Jonathan wouldn't be stupid enough to press Du Wensen again. The most important thing now was to solve the immediate difficulties first. As for what Du Wensen had planned in the future, he didn't care about it for the time being.
The two of them never touched each other during the conversation, and their positions were obvious and could be clearly seen from tall buildings in all directions.
If someone can understand lip reading, they can definitely understand what the two of them said.
Jonathan did this intentionally. If not, after he leaves, Du Wensen's current troubles will turn to him. He knows this very well.