I have a room at Meiman Mental Hospital

Chapter 107 I still have a choice

Du Wensen took a sip of juice and said with satisfaction, "Has she caused trouble for you?"

"No, she has been a big trouble since she inherited the White family's intelligence network. Unlike other intelligence merchants, she does not sell intelligence, but uses the intelligence she possesses to blackmail the parties and use it to create greater interests.." Jonathan explained.

"Blackmail? Wow! Such a unique woman, I really want to know how she survives until now!" Du Wensen said in surprise.

"In fact, we think so too, but two years have passed since she mastered the White family intelligence network, and she is still alive and well and developing rapidly. This is her power." Jonathan was helpless. road.

"Tell me something useful, I'm a little interested!" Du Wensen said with a smile.

Jonathan shook his head, "I can't reveal specific information to you, but I can tell you that she controls many medium-sized consortiums, officials and politicians from various places, and even some congressmen, as well as various district judges. As for underground organizations, there is no trace of them. The power of light is even greater, and she has used this huge network of relationships to develop rapidly, and even recently she has appeared in various European countries."

"Then she targeted you?" Du Wensen laughed.

Jonathan was embarrassed.

"Yes! There are many newspaper dealers in the United States. Under normal circumstances, as long as they don't cause trouble, we will not interfere with them, and no intelligence organization dares to mess with us, but she..."

"We don't know what she did. A month ago, I received an email from the director. After we spent half a month analyzing it, we came to the conclusion that this woman has some information about the director." Jonathan frowned.

Du Wensen played with the photos in his hands and remained silent.

"It would be easy if we just killed her, but we can't do that. After she dies, even if she doesn't release the evidence, those people will think that all the evidence has fallen into the hands of our FBI. We don't want to do that." She died together."

After speaking, Jonathan looked at Du Wensen seriously and said sincerely.

"So, I invite you here this time because I hope you can bring back information about our director. As for her, try not to hurt her!"

Du Wensen ate the last lion head, raised his head and said, "So, why should I agree to you? I admit that this woman is very interesting, but why should I help you?"

Jonathan took out another portfolio.

"Two days ago, a businessman named Andrew hired an armed force of thirty people, including a student named Peter, a mutant named Wade, and, well, there was also a man named Neve. Little girl attacked one of our secret FBI prisons."

"Are you threatening me?" Du Wensen said with a faint smile.

"As long as you agree to help me get what we want, I will prove their innocence. This is just a deal!" Jonathan explained.

Du Wensen lay on the chair boredly and said, "Tell me how you plan to let me approach her!"

"The good news is that Bernice is getting married recently. According to the customs of the White family, whoever marries Bernice will control the entire intelligence network, so you might want to give it a try. As far as I know Judging from the information obtained, your appearance is in line with her aesthetics." Jonathan said meaningfully.

Du Wensen jumped up from his chair instantly!

"Fuak, so you invited me here mainly because I'm handsome?"

Jonathan nodded, "That is indeed the case. It is easy to find a smart man with a clean identity, but it is too difficult to find a man who is smart and meets Bernice's aesthetic standards. You know, among the Orientals in America, you It does look special!”

Du Wensen turned sideways, bent one leg, and made an exaggerated pose.

"Will I die if I admit that I'm handsome?"

Jonathan held his forehead and said, "I think the identity of a mental patient is really suitable for you. Just appear in front of her with your true identity!"

"Talk about your plans!" Du Wensen sat back in his chair.

Jonathan replied, "The protection around Bernice is very strict. There is an elite team of 12 people protecting her at any time. It is very difficult for even familiar people to get close to her, let alone strangers, and her residence is An independent villa has no buildings around it for meters, which means that standing in her villa, you can overlook every move within meters."

"Wait! Do you want to tell me that you haven't thought of a way for me to get close to her safely?" Du Wensen interrupted.

Jonathan nodded, "You are right, but as long as you can enter her villa, you don't have to worry about her guards. In order to prevent the information in the villa from being leaked, without her own order, there is no one within 200 meters of the villa." The guards are not allowed to come near."

Du Wensen put his feet on the table and joked. "Wow! You are not ashamed of your incompetence at all. So can you tell me how you can help?"

"In fact, after you leave here, we will issue a wanted order for you." Jonathan said calmly.

"Awesome! In other words, not only are you unable to help, but you are also causing me trouble. With such an attitude, it is really difficult for us to cooperate!" Du Wensen said, shaking his feet.

"You have no choice! If you don't agree, I guarantee you will have to spend the rest of your days in prison!" Jonathan smiled.

Du Wensen put down his feet, stood up, patted his clothes, and picked up a chopstick.

"No, I still have a choice!"

As the director of the FBI's Counter-Intelligence Bureau, Jonathan was always vigilant when facing Du Vincent, so when he saw something was wrong, he immediately reached out and drew his gun.

However, Du Wensen was too quick. Before he pulled out the gun, Du Wensen had already jumped over the table and put chopsticks on his neck.

"You should know that being shot in the abdomen does not necessarily lead to death, but if a person's neck is penetrated, he will never survive! So if you are sensible, please hand the gun to me." Du Wensen grinned.

"Please stay calm. You should know that if you escape, your friends will be in bad luck. You should probably consider them!" Jonathan warned.

Du Wensen snatched the grab from Jonathan.

"I'm so sorry, I never had any friends!"

Jonathan's face sank and he consciously stopped talking.

In this way, under Du Wensen's threat, the guard had no choice but to open the door of the interrogation room.

The FBI agents outside the door surrounded Du Wensen as soon as he came out.