I have a room at Meiman Mental Hospital

Chapter 115 Sending answers

Andrew consciously drove the car to the front, then opened his eyes and waited. .

One, two.

Three cars rushed out of the corner. The driver obviously panicked when he saw Du Wensen in the middle of the road. Not everyone has the courage to charge with a machine gun.

But by this time it was too late for them to turn around.

The effective range of a machine gun is generally 1000-2000 meters, and it can fire at least 500 rounds per minute, and the distance between them and Du Wensen is less than meters.

"Da da da"

The first car was blown up in less than a few seconds, and then it crashed down the cliff, killing everyone.

The second car was immediately exposed to the machine gun fire, and the people who got off the car were torn into pieces before they could hide.

The third car, they thought they would be safe hiding behind it.

The machine gun tore the entire car apart bit by bit. When the entire box of bullets was used up, Du Wensen flicked the cigarette butt away, turned around and left.

There, there were only two cars with holes in them, and bodies that had been beaten into shapes that were not human.

"Too! Too violent!" Andrew was stunned.

But this time, no one caught up with them, and they finally arrived at the door of their home safely half an hour later.

After getting out of the car, Andrew hurriedly ran towards the house. He was relieved until he saw his wife opening the door.

"Great! The home is safe." Andrew sat down on the steps.

"Andrew, why are you sitting at the door? Are these your friends? Why don't you invite them into the house!" Andrew's wife scolded.

After Du Wensen got out of the car, he looked around.

This is a villa area. Not far away, there are old people sitting and chatting, women walking their dogs, and young people playing baseball.

It looks normal.

"Du! Come in first, this is my wife, Ellie." Andrew shouted at the door.

"Ellie, this is the good friend I often mentioned to you, Du Wensen. By the way, where is our daughter Shabei! Ask her to come down and call her uncle!"

"Shabei felt a little uncomfortable and fell asleep after taking medicine!" Aly explained.

"How could it be? She was fine when I went out in the morning. I'll go check on her and help me greet Du." After saying that, Andrew went upstairs.

Ellie smiled slightly at Du Wensen and said, "I'm sorry, this is Andrew's character. He values ​​his daughter more than anything else. Come in and sit down."

Du Wensen nodded and said: "It doesn't matter, I understand him."

After speaking, he walked into the house carrying a bag of gun ammunition.

However, when Neve led the husky Anna into the house, Anna suddenly showed a fierce look towards Ellie and bared her teeth.

Ellie was so frightened that she hurriedly took a few steps back, holding on to the wall and looking scared.

Neve pinched Anna's ears and made a fierce expression, and Anna whined a few times in fear.

"Sorry, this dog is a bit unfamiliar! If you mind, you can prevent it from entering the house," Du Wensen explained.

Ellie forced a smile and said, "No, it's okay. I have had dogs before, but they were very small and well-behaved ones."

In the living room, Neve looked here and sniffed there. It was her first time to be a guest in someone else's home. She was curious about everything and seemed very happy.

Ally poured a cup of coffee for Du Wensen. She sat aside and seemed a little nervous.

After a while, Andrew came downstairs and said, "Ellie, go and do your work. I can leave this place to you."

Ellie breathed a sigh of relief and turned around and entered the kitchen.

"I don't understand anything. How many times have I told her that you don't need to take medicine for a minor cold? Doesn't she know that the current medicines are very harmful to the body?" Andrew sat down angrily and said.

"She seems a little afraid of you!" Du Wensen reminded.

"Hmph! That's because she deliberately pretended to be there when she saw you. She didn't make the first move in any fight. I was also deceived by her appearance at the beginning. Alas!" Andrew sighed.

Du Wensen drank coffee and did not answer.

Andrew asked again: "Du, who are those people on the road and why do they want to kill us? Should I call some people to protect us?"

"I don't know!" Du Wensen shook his head.

"But you can try calling the police!"

"That's right!" Andrew suddenly realized: "I'm used to you being arrested by the police every time. This time we didn't commit any crime. We should call the police."

Andrew just took out his cell phone, but there was a call.

"Hello, may I ask who you are?"

A few minutes later, Andrew put down the phone, his face gloomy.

"Damn it, Du, we were all caught on surveillance video when we were killing people on the road. Now police officers are coming to our house. They said they want to investigate us."

"So what do you want to do?" Du Wensen put down the cup and asked.

"This is a murder case. They will definitely take us all back to the police station, but the police station can never guarantee our safety. So, Du, take my wife and daughter back to the mental hospital. I will handle it here. As long as I If we don’t leave, they can’t use escape as an excuse to arrest us,” Andrew suggested.

Du Wensen knocked on the table.

"Andrew, when did you think that the police in the United States would be so efficient in handling cases?"

"You mean someone is instigating them behind the scenes? No, we can never be caught by them. Let's run away now!"

Andrew knows very well what the police in the United States are like. Just look at the rich people who don't hire a team of professional bodyguards.

But they are sometimes very useful.

For example, now that they have called, if you run away, they have the power to kill you directly when they hunt you.

And if you resist and kill them, your innocence will become guilty!

Andrew suggested running away and not wanting to come into contact with the police. It was not that he was afraid of being caught, but that he was worried that the impulsive Du Wensen would kill all the police officers who came. This was different from killing several criminals.

But Du Wensen shook his head: "Don't you want to know who is chasing us? They are here to tell us the answer!"

More than ten minutes later, two police cars parked in front of Andrew's house, and seven or eight police officers wearing body armor surrounded the entire villa with pistols raised.

A black man opened the door and walked in.

"I am Chief Nick who is in charge of your cases, Mr. Andrew, Mr. Du. I hope you can return to the police station with me to cooperate in handling the case."

Du Wensen looked at the time.

"But it's time to eat. Mrs. Andrew has prepared sumptuous food for us."

"Mr. Du, I don't want to repeat it again! If you refuse to cooperate, I will have to take further action." Sheriff Nick said seriously.

Du Wensen put his hand into the bag.

Sheriff Nick quickly pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Du Wensen: "Don't move! I'm warning you, if you make any more moves, I'll shoot!"