Pat Gates waited for Ben Gates and Riley to sit down and asked happily: Ben, have you really found the treasure?
Ben Gates lowered his head with a guilty conscience and said: Uh, sorry, father, I said I found the Charlotte, but there was no treasure on it, only a tobacco pot. I followed the clues on the tobacco pot and found my new clue.
Speaking of this, Gates walked to Pat excitedly, "I need those letters from Benjamin, and we are just at the last step."
Pat Gates sat on the sofa in despair, clutching his heart. Ben Gates and Riley were so frightened that they hurriedly supported him.
Pat Gates pushed his son away and said sadly: God, I knew you wouldn't be so kind to come see me. I'm sorry, kid, it's useless even if you get Benjamin's letter, you will only get the letter from Benjamin.
This clue leads to another clue, and we look for them one by one.
I have been studying those letters for 0 years, and I have been looking for the treasure for 0 years. That treasure is basically a scam, a scam that lured the English to spend great efforts and wealth to find it during the Revolutionary War.
Wake up, my child, your grandfather has been looking for nothing all his life, and I have not only lost all my honor and reputation, but also your mother in the end. Is there anything left in my life, this house?
I have lived alone for more than 20 years, and I didn’t even have anyone to spend Christmas with.
Ben Gates looked at his decadent father and suddenly became uninterested. He thought about his past. Ever since he became an adult, he has only wanted to find treasures. He had a very unhappy relationship with his father, Pat, over the treasures. The two of them seemed to have been together for many years.
We no longer spend Christmas together.
This made Ben Gates feel very guilty. Okay, father, give me those letters. If I don't find any clues this time, I will give up. I will just listen to your words and live a peaceful life. I will not look for any more treasures. I will
I’m going to New York to find my mother, and I will come to spend Christmas with you this year. I’m so sorry, Dad, and I promise this is the last time.
After Pat Gates heard this, he became very happy and patted Ben Gates on the shoulder happily. However, Pat Gates was not happy for long and said with some embarrassment: You know, Ben, those letters were accidentally sent by your grandfather.
Found in an old table in the printing plant of The New England Journal
Ben Gates knew all this. Looking at the hesitant Pat Gates, Ben Gates suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, father.
Okay, Ben, I donated those letters to the Franklin Memorial Museum in Philadelphia. Pat Gates couldn't hold it in any longer and had to say directly.
Ben Gates slapped his forehead in annoyance, God, I should have taken those letters away in the first place. Let's go, Riley, we don't have time to stay here anymore, let's go to Philadelphia.
Riley, who was eating pizza, stood up and said: Ben, maybe we should tie up Mr. Pat, it would be better for him.
Pat Gates looked at Riley and Ben Gates in surprise. He didn't know why they tied him up.
Pat Gates looked at his son, but Ben Gates nodded. Riley, go get the tape from the drawer behind you.
Said to Pat Gates: Sorry, father, I have to tie you up.
Pat Gates asked angrily: Why, will I still tell others this news? Ben, you really let me down, you don't even trust me? You are still not my person.
Seeing that his father was so angry, Ben Gates was afraid that he would get a heart attack from his anger, so he had to confess: Father, we stole the Declaration of Founding of the People's Republic of China, and it's here.
As he spoke, he took out the bucket containing the Declaration of Founding on his shoulder and shook it at Pat Gates. The password is behind the Declaration, I am convinced.
Pat Gates looked at Ben in disbelief, God, what have you done? Ben, do you know what the consequences will be if you are caught? You will be locked up in prison for the rest of your life.
I know, father, so I must find the treasure this time. As long as I find the treasure and donate it to the official, it will not only pardon my crime, but also restore the honor of our Gates family.
I have no way out. Father, I will tie you up for a while. When the Secret Service comes, treat it as if you were kidnapped by me. They will not make things difficult for you.
God bless you to find the treasure. Come on, Ben, I'm ready. Things are out. Pat Gates can only face his son.
After the two tied up Pat Gates, Ben Gates hugged his father, picked up the painting bucket, stood up and walked to the door. As soon as he opened the door, Ben Gates stood stiffly at the door, his hands still unable to control themselves.
Lifted it up.
Riley from behind saw Ben standing still and said, "Come on, Ben, we don't have much time. The Secret Service people should be here soon."
Can you give it to me? Mr. Gates, you'd better not force me to do it. If I do, I'll have to kill you all.
Riley stretched his head and glanced one meter outside the door, and saw a man in a suit with a hood standing outside the door, pointing a gun with a silencer at Ben Gates' head, which made Riley scream.
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With a 'whoosh' sound, a hole appeared in the wall next to Riley. Shut up, and I will hit you on the head next time.
Say it again, can you give me the paint bucket in your hand, Mr. Gates? I won’t say it for the third time. After saying this, this guy also broke the firing pin on the gun, and a gust of cold air went straight to Ben Gates’ forehead.
Running up, he felt that the guy in front of him really knew how to shoot.
Ben Gates hurriedly handed the painting bucket in his hand to the hooded man in front of him, John Wick.
Thank you for your cooperation. Don't worry, I'm not here to kill you. Please walk in slowly now, thank you.
Ben Gates and Riley were robbed and pointed and could only listen to John Wick's words and slowly walked into the house. Pat Gates, who was tied up in the hall, was surprised to see his son walking back at gunpoint.
Sir, we will grant you whatever you want, we just ask you not to shoot.
John Wick said calmly: Don't worry, the target of my mission is not you, and I don't like to do things outside of the mission. As long as you cooperate with me, I guarantee that I will not waste my bullets.
Pat Gates hurriedly said: Yik, no problem, we promise to cooperate with you, sir, if you want us to do this, we will cooperate with you.
After hearing what the killer said, Ben Gates rolled his eyes and said: I have 1 million US dollars, all for you, as long as you don't take away the painting bucket, I can even sell my own house, and I can still make a few dollars.
I'll give it all to you, about one hundred thousand.
"Shut up, Ben," Pat Gates shouted in panic. He knew the rules of the killer industry because his wife was Victoria Winslow, an English woman who used the identity of a university professor to hide her true identity.
Pat Gates knows that no killer dares to give up the mission, because giving up the mission means that the killer will immediately change from hunter to prey.