I have a room at Meiman Mental Hospital

"Du, she may be a mutant. I seem to have heard that mutants generally live a long time.. biqugev" Andrew reminded.

"A law enforcement agency that can accommodate mutants would be more interesting. Aren't you curious about what they want to do?" Du Wensen turned around and said.

Andrew shook his head.

"I'm not curious, Du. Mutants are scary. We'd better not mess with them. Even the law can't restrain them. They often take pleasure in killing people."

"But I'm already interested in them!" After saying that, Du Wensen started typing on the keyboard again.

Andrew took a look: "Where is their base you want to find?"

"I've already searched and can't find any information about their existence in this world, but it doesn't matter. We can look for it through other means." After Du Wensen finished speaking, he typed a name on the keyboard.

"Obadyistan"

This time, Du Wensen easily found the information he wanted.

The last place Obadiah appeared was Tony's home. Du Wensen called up all the surveillance cameras around him that day and only saw Obadiah being escorted into a car by Tony's female assistant Natasha. He followed the car all the way. It didn’t take long to determine the route and location.

Obadiah was imprisoned in a prison dozens of miles away.

"An institution that can directly sentence people to prison without trial is really more and more surprising!" Du Wensen narrowed his eyes with a smile.

The next day, Du Wensen came to the prison wearing a black suit and sunglasses.

Facing the guard's questioning, he took out a pair of ID cards.

"I am FBI Director James, here to investigate a prisoner!"

At this time, high in the sky, a drone was relaying all this to Tony.

"He actually pretended to be the director of the FBI? Should we call the warden to arrest him?" Tony turned around and asked.

Natasha frowned and thought for a moment before replying.

"Without our notification, the warden will definitely check his identity! His identity will be exposed soon, unless he wants to break in."

"I'll see what he's going to do."

Tony typed quickly on the keyboard, and soon brought up the prison's internal surveillance.

Inside the prison, the guards and Du Wensen were walking one after another towards the warden's office.

"Mr. James, you are so young and an Asian. It is really unimaginable that you are already the director of the FBI!" the guard asked as he walked.

"You must not have watched my inauguration speech half a year ago! My position was conferred by the President himself." Du Wensen said coldly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't doubt what you meant! It's just my job and I rarely have time to watch TV. You know, prison guards don't have much free time. We can only go home one day a week." The guard hurriedly turned around to explain.

But I saw Du Wensen stopped in front of a room.

"Mr. James, what's wrong?"

Du Wensen made a silent gesture and said softly: "There seems to be a prisoner in this room! I can't be wrong."

The guard suddenly became alert, raised his gun and slowly opened the door to the room, stretched his head and looked inside.

"No one, Mr. James, are you..."

Before the guard could say anything, Du Wensen slashed the back of his neck with his palm, and then dragged the unconscious guard into the room.

A few minutes later, Du Wensen, wearing a work cap and a guard uniform, walked out of the room.

Along the way, he greeted the passing staff warmly and asked where the warden's office was, without arousing anyone's suspicion.

His harmless smile and figure, as well as his identity as a new police officer, dispelled everyone's suspicion.

When the warden arrived at the office, Du Wensen opened the door and the sound of reprimands rang out.

"Who let you in? Wait, who are you!"

"Boom!" There was a sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

It is quite now!

Half an hour later, the prison captain received an order from the warden to personally bring a prisoner named Obadiah to the office.

The captain of the prison guard understood clearly. With a fat sheep like Obadiah, it seemed that the warden couldn't bear it any longer. He didn't know how much money he could get this time.

Obadiah, who had a bruised face and a swollen face, was cleaning the toilet. He had been hungry, beaten and couldn't sleep well in the past few days, which made him exhausted, until he was kicked and found that the captain of the prison guard was here.

"Sir, are you looking for me?"

"Come with me, the warden is looking for you!" the prison guard captain said coldly.

Obadiah was pleasantly surprised that he could finally see the warden. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he must figure out how he got in. No matter what the cost, he must get out. As for the money, he will give him as much as the warden dares to ask for.

When he arrived at the warden's office, the guard captain pushed Obadiah in, then closed the door and stood guard outside. This was the tacit understanding between him and the warden, and the reason why he could be the guard captain.

Don’t listen to things you shouldn’t hear, don’t watch things you shouldn’t see, just take your share of the money.

After Obadiah entered the room, he stood motionless. The lights were not turned on and the curtains were closed, making it a bit dark. After he got used to it, he cautiously walked towards the desk uneasily.

When he saw the person in front of the desk clearly, he was so shocked that he could not close his mouth from ear to ear.

"You! Why is it you!"

I saw Du Wensen sitting in the warden's seat, smoking a cigar in his mouth, his legs high on the table, with a casual expression, as if he regarded this as his own home.

How can you be so arrogant!

Du Wensen looked away from the computer and blew out a long string of smoke rings.

"Obadiah, sit down! If you need coffee, go get it yourself."

Obadiah glanced at the warden on the ground and asked in confusion: "Mr. Du, what are you doing? If you are here to take me away, you can come in through formal procedures. This will only make us more trouble."

"Don't worry about these details!" Du Wensen put out his cigarette and sat up straight: "I didn't want to trouble you, but unfortunately the warden doesn't seem to know who imprisoned you. Can you tell me who arrested you? ?”

"I don't know!" Obadiah thought for a while and said, "There were only two people who came to arrest me. One of them wounded more than ten of my men with arrows in the dark, and then a woman came and brought me here."

"I know all this. Think again, does Tony have any special friends, such as working in some special institutions." Du Wensen reminded.

Obadiah walked aside, poured two cups of coffee and brought them over, saying: "Tony has no friends. Even if they are women, he just throws them away for fun. I know him better than he knows himself."