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Almost at the same time, the entire police phone number in Washington was blown up. .biquge

The FBI also said the pressure was high.

One call after another went to the FBI person in charge of this incident, asking him to draft it as quickly as possible regardless of damage, loss, or cost.

Finally, there is no way to wait any longer this time, and the much-anticipated assault begins!

Facing the sudden attack by the FBI, Du Wensen's men did not react at all.

Although there are also talents such as veterans among them, they never thought that they would be attacked. In their hearts, this is an assessment.

As for the FBI, they had already locked down all the people before launching the attack.

So after a round of attacks, the FBI effortlessly broke through each entrance, and then drove straight in and poured into the art museum.

However, it was too early to be happy.

"Report, I stepped on a landmine!"

"Report, a large number of remote-controlled bombs were found in the forward passage!"

"Report, the intersection is blocked by artwork and we can't pass!"

Unfavorable news came one after another, driving the person in charge almost crazy. He had considered encountering fierce resistance, but he never expected that Du Wensen would use such a shameless method.

The people in charge don’t understand.

What is the use of this method? Apart from delaying time, is there any way to escape?

Not only did he have to arrange for bomb disposal experts to defuse the bombs, he even had to have people carefully remove the artworks piled at the intersection and protect each one of them.

If any one of them is damaged, the FBI will have to pay for it!

At this time, Du Wensen was bombing wildly along the way, destroying countless works of art. The explosion caused smoke to billow in the art gallery, and he came to the door of a storage room.

Du Wensen looked excited to the camera.

"Dear viewers in front of the TV, look what I found? This is actually the storage room of the art museum. It seems that many very precious and rarely displayed works of art are stored here. Please take a guess, here are What if there is no genuine product? Please come and look forward to it together!”

In the Pentagon, an office belonging to the FBI, two people, one black and one white, were staring closely at Du Vincent. The sight they passed was not the camera, but the surveillance equipment in the art gallery.

"Damn it! You must not let this lunatic in, notify the special operations team to launch an attack!" the black man said hurriedly.

But the white man remained calm and persuaded: "Don't worry. According to what we know about him, this man is not really crazy. Everything he does has a reason. If we forcefully end it all, we won't be able to see it." Even if we don’t know what he wants to do, we can’t achieve the goal we want!”

"How long has this been, and you still care about this! If he really blows up the collection inside, both of us will bear the main responsibility!" the black man reminded.

The white man said confidently: "He will not do that. I believe in my judgment and it will never be wrong!"

"You said at the beginning that he would sneak into the art museum to find out the answer secretly, but he led his people to directly control the entire art museum. You said that he did not dare to damage the art, but he not only burned more than a hundred oil paintings, He also blew up so many statues, and now you’re telling me that he doesn’t dare, but look, he’s already blowing up the door to the storage room!”

After the black man finished speaking, the iron door of the storage room was blown open in a flash of fire, and Du Wensen walked in with reporters and cameramen.

After hesitating for a while, the white man still insisted: "I trust my own judgment. If he really does that, I will bear all the responsibilities to the higher ups!"

The black man sat back on his chair unwillingly and said dissatisfied: "I disagreed with your decision from the beginning! I still do now!"

At this time, Du Wensen faced the camera and said: "The things here seem to be much more beautiful than the ones outside. However, I am not a professional appraiser. What should I do if I can't tell the real thing from the fake?"

"It's true, it's all true!" The audience could not wait to tell Du Wensen in person.

If the destruction of art outside makes them feel distressed, then if any collection inside is damaged, everyone's heart will be broken.

Suddenly, Du Wensen said with joy on his face: "Since we can't tell the difference, let's blow them all up. Anyway, there are many works of art in the art museum, so there are no shortage of these!"

After saying that, he took out the explosive packets one by one from the wooden box.

"No!"

The audience was excited again, and their hearts were bleeding.

But they could only watch helplessly, and their opinions could not reach Du Wensen's ears.

Nothing can be done?

Do you have to watch an entire house of precious collections blown up?

Even the director of the TV station couldn't bear it anymore. He suddenly thought of a way to delay time.

At this time, the female reporter's phone rang. After answering the call and listening for a while, she mustered up the courage to shout.

"Mr. Du, please wait!"

Du Wensen turned around.

"The station director said that since Mr. Du couldn't tell the authenticity from the fake, why didn't he take it back and ask the curator? He must be very willing to prove the authenticity of these artworks!" the female reporter said sincerely.

Du Wensen thought for a while and nodded amidst everyone's expectations.

"That's a good idea!"

Suddenly, all the audience breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, this madman was not completely crazy.

"Then you guys can also help me fill the box!"

"But there are so many explosives left here, it seems a pity to waste them." With that, Du Wensen poured out all the remaining explosives in the box.

Looking at the other large pieces of art in the house, he had another idea.

"If you can't take it away, blow it up!"

When the audience heard this sentence, their hearts dropped again.

Looking at the seven or eight explosives that Du Wensen planted when he left, everyone knew that if all these explosives detonated, there would be no more artwork in the room to survive, and they would almost despair.

At this time, the only one who can save these precious works of art is the FBI.

"Where is the FBI! Why haven't they shown up yet?"

The person in charge of the FBI was feeling numb at the moment.

The mines arranged by Du Wensen are not hidden, but they are all serial mines. If one is removed, the other will be connected. The remote-controlled bombs are even more terrifying. You have to choose one of them to guess.

In just over ten minutes, four or five bomb disposal experts were injured.

Now the superiors actually told him that a certain room where precious artworks were stored would be blown up soon, and he had to rescue it, but where could he find a bomb disposal expert?

But an order is an order!

He decided to personally lead the team to execute the order, and then go straight to Du Wensen's position. As long as he caught Du Wensen, all these problems would be solved.