Pat Gates waited for Ben and Riley to sit down before he asked happily, "Ben, did you really find the treasure?"
Ben lowered his head guiltily and said, "I'm sorry, father. I said I found the Charlotte, but there was no treasure on it. There was only a smoking pot. I followed the clues on the smoking pot and found my new clue."
Ben excitedly walked to Pat's side and said, "I need Benjamin's letters. We're just one step away."
Pat Gates sat on the sofa with his hand on his heart. Ben and Riley were so scared that they quickly helped him up.
Pat Gates pushed his son away and said sadly, "God, I knew you wouldn't be so kind as to come and see me. I'm sorry, son. Even if you get Benjamin's letter, it's useless. You'll only go from one clue to another and search for it one by one.
I've been studying those letters for 30 years, and I've been looking for the treasure for 30 years. The treasure is just a scam. It was a scam used to lure the English into spending a lot of effort and money to find it during the War of Independence.
Wake up, my son. Your grandfather has been looking for it all his life, but he didn't find anything. Not only did I lose all my honor and reputation, but I also lost your mother. What do I have left in my life? This house? I've lived alone for more than 20 years. I don't even have anyone to accompany me at Christmas. "
Ben looked at his dispirited father and suddenly felt dispirited. He thought about his own past. Ever since he became an adult, he had only wanted to find the treasure. He had a very bad relationship with his father because of the treasure. It seemed like they hadn't spent Christmas together for many years. Ben felt guilty.
"Alright, father. Give me those letters. If I don't find any clues this time, I'll give up. I'll listen to you and live a peaceful life. I'll stop looking for the treasure. I'll go to New York to find my mother and spend Christmas with you this year. I'm sorry, father. I promise this will be the last time."
Pat Gaetz was very happy after hearing this. He patted Ben Gaetz's shoulder with relief, but his happiness didn't last long. Pat Gaetz said with some embarrassment, "You know, Ben, your grandfather found those letters on an old table in the New England Newspaper's printing press by accident."
Ben Gaetz knew all of this. Seeing the hesitant Pat Gaetz, Ben Gaetz suddenly had a bad feeling. "Father."
"Well, Ben, I donated those letters to the Franklin Memorial in Philadelphia," Pat Gates said directly, unable to pretend anymore.
Ben Gaetz slapped his forehead in annoyance. "God, I should have taken those letters with me. Let's go, Riley. We don't have time to stay here. Let's go to Philadelphia."
Riley, who was eating pizza, stood up and said, "Ben, maybe we should tie Mr. Padt up. That would be better for him."
"What?" Pat Gatz looked at Riley and Ben Gatz in surprise. He didn't know why he was tied up.
Pat Gaetz looked at his son, only to see Ben Gaetz nod. "Riley, go get the tape from the drawer behind you."
He said to Pategace, "I'm sorry, father, but I have to tie you up."
Pat Gates asked angrily, "Why? Do you think I'll tell anyone else about this? Ben, you've really disappointed me. You don't even trust me anymore? Are you still my son? "
Seeing his father so angry, Ben Gaetz was afraid that he would have a heart attack, so he confessed, "Father, we stole the Declaration of Founding the Nation. It's right here."
As he spoke, he took out the picture bucket with the Declaration of Founding the Nation from his shoulder and shook it at Pat Gates. "The password is behind the Declaration, I'm sure."
Pat Gates looked at Ben in disbelief. "God, what have you done, Ben? Do you know what the consequences will be if you're caught? You'll be locked up for the rest of your life. "
"I know, father. That's why I have to find the treasure this time. As long as I find the treasure and give it to the government, not only will my crime be pardoned, but the honor of the Gaetz family will also be restored.
I have no other way out. Father, I'll tie you up later. When the people from the Special Task Force come, just pretend that I kidnapped you. They won't make things difficult for you. "
"God bless you to find the treasure. Come on, Ben, I'm ready." Pat Gates had no choice but to side with his son.
After the two of them tied up Pat Gates, Ben Gaetz hugged his father, picked up the picture bucket, got up, and walked to the door. As soon as he opened the door, Ben Gaetz stood stiffly at the door, his hands involuntarily raised.
Behind him, Riley saw that he was not moving and said, "Let's go, Ben. We don't have much time. The people from the Special Task Force should be here soon."
"Can you give it to me? Mr. Gaetz, you'd better not make me do it. If I do, I'll have to kill all of you. "
Riley stuck his head out and looked about a meter away from the door. He saw a man in a suit standing outside the door, holding a gun with a silencer and pointing it at Ben Gaetz's head. Riley was so scared that he screamed.
With a whoosh, a hole appeared in the wall next to Riley. "Shut up. Next time, I'll hit you in the head."
"I'll say it one more time. Can you give me the picture bucket in your hand, Mr. Gaetz? I won't say it a third time." After saying that, the man removed the firing pin on the gun. A chill went straight to Ben Gaetz's head. He felt that the man in front of him would really shoot.
Ben Gaetz hurriedly handed the picture bucket in his hand to the hooded man in front of him, John Vik.
"Thank you for your cooperation. Don't worry, I'm not here to kill you. Now, please walk in slowly. Thank you."
Ben Gaetz and Riley could only listen to John Vik as they were held at gunpoint. They slowly walked into the house. Pat Gates, who was tied up in the hall, was shocked to see his son being held at gunpoint.
"Sir, we'll agree to anything you want. Please don't shoot."
John Vik said calmly, "Don't worry. My target is not you, and I don't like to do things outside of the mission. As long as you cooperate with me, I promise I won't waste my bullets."
Pat Gates quickly said, "Okay, no problem. We promise to cooperate with you. If you want us to do this, we'll cooperate with you."
After hearing the killer's words, Ben Gaetz rolled his eyes and said, "I have one million dollars. I'll give it all to you. As long as you don't take the picture bucket, I can even sell my house. That way, I can still get a few hundred thousand dollars. I'll give it all to you."
"Shut up, Ben," Pat Gates shouted in a panic. He knew the rules of the killer's profession because his wife was Victoria Winslow, an English woman who used the identity of a university professor to hide her real identity.
Pat Gates knew that no killer would dare to give up the mission, because giving up the mission meant that the killer would immediately turn from the hunter to the prey.
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