The next morning, Wesley got up early, washed up and began to organize his equipment, his main weapons were three pistols, two ordinary and unadorned, directly placed in the armpit holster, one on the left and one on the right, and the carved one directly inserted into the waist.
A short dagger was tied to the left arm, a long dagger was tied to the right leg, and he put on armory jeans, put on a leather jacket, and the grenade was hung directly on the inner lining of the jacket, with several holes in it, and the body was moved, and there was no obstacle.
"The firecracker you want is already in the back, the lead can be lit in the cab, this black is the control button on the back of the garbage truck, I will support you on a high-rise building two kilometers away."
Carlos said.
A distance of two kilometers is two kilometers, and it is impossible for an average sniper to provide support at this distance, nor can an ordinary sniper rifle, but Carlos can, this is the strength of a top assassin.
"Report, Gibson and son seem to be about to act."
S.H.I.E.L.D. surveillance has been maintained, and today they saw that the father and son were all out of the house, and it seemed that they had brought everything they had prepared.
"Very well, keep watching, let's see how strong their father and son really are."
Wesley drove the garbage truck straight to Seventeen Textile Mill, recalling the plot of the movie all the way, but when he got to the place, he forgot about it, because remembering it was like sending him to death, after all, the situation was completely different, everything changed, so what he learned was the most important thing.
"How's it going?"
Wesley parked the garbage truck on the other side of the bridge, and he hadn't driven past it yet, just waiting for Carlos to be in place.
"It's here, you wait for me, I need time to set it up."
Carlos wasn't carrying your average sniper rifle, and it wasn't one.
He first used the military telescope that Wesley had bought to check the distance and position, then set up a folding chair for travel, then opened several large backpacks and began to set up the stands.
He set up six brackets in a row, and then took out his gun, a total of six long-barreled sniper rifles in the shape of muskets, Wesley didn't ask him about his preference for these old-fashioned things, this is a matter of personal preference, and it must make sense to use these, as long as the effect is good.
"It's okay, don't push too fast, my sniper rifles are all single-shot, and there are only six of them, it takes time to reload."
Carlos admonished.
"No problem, I'm not a rookie, and you have to pay attention to your own safety, they may also have people outside, as soon as you shoot, you will inevitably expose yourself, leaving a bullet from a gun, and you can fight back against long-range snipers at any time."
"Understood."
Carlos hung up the phone, and then observed the surrounding positions that could threaten him, there were only two such positions, and he had already checked them in advance, so there would be no problem in the short term, but he still had to be careful.
Wesley drove the car, drove directly over the bridge, came to the gate of the textile factory, and with a dozen steering wheels, the front of the car drove directly in the opposite direction of the gate.
At this time, someone inside the gate opened the small window and looked at the garbage truck strangely, until Wesley started reversing the car, he didn't know that someone was attacking.
The "boom" gate was directly knocked out, and the garbage truck kept driving directly in, Wesley parked the position of the cab in the gate, and used the wall stacks on both sides of the gate to cover himself.
Sloan looked at him condescendingly, then said, "Kill him."
The Assassins in charge of the outside defense in the textile factory drove by at the same time, "Da Da Da" This is the sound of automatic rifles, a large amount of automatic fire fire, hitting the garbage truck with a "clanging" sound, Wesley hurriedly pressed the control button, and then ignited the lead of the firecracker.
"Bang bang bang" firecrackers rang out, the rats in the back compartment felt frightened, "squeak" and tried to escape from here, and then the exit appeared, they scrambled to run out, the outside was wide enough, they immediately scattered and began to escape, the fierce gunfire also made them tremble, and the four little legs kept moving.
Sloan looked at the rats strangely, a little far away, and he couldn't see what was so strange about them.
Wesley opened the flap at the bottom of the cab, which Carlos had done, and got under the car from here, lying there waiting for the time to come, pulling out the pistol from the holster under his armpit with both hands at the same time, and stabilizing the magazine and grenade on his body.
As the minutes ticked by, the gunfire around them began to stop, but then the gunfire rang out again, because the rats had rushed in, and the rats with electronic watches on their backs were enough to attract attention, and they crawled everywhere, bravely rushing to every corner of the textile factory, playing unscrupulously, even if their lives were short.
"Damn, these are bombs."
The repairman was furious and kept killing the rats with his pistol, but there were too many, not a thousand, but only a few hundred, and even if the rats were killed, the bombs on their bodies would not be disarmed.
"It's time."
Wesley looked at his watch, then fell down with his head in his hands.
"Boom Boom" continuous explosions sounded in various positions, all the glass of the "Bang La" textile factory was shattered, and the screams continued to sound, the amount of explosives on the upper body of a single mouse was not much, and their small bodies could not carry too much weight, so under normal circumstances, many people were injured, especially the legs, and some unlucky people died of head injuries.
"Bang" Carlos fired, he fired at the first sound of the explosion, the first target was the gunmen on the surrounding outer walls, they were the greatest threat to Wesley, the first shot was fired, he didn't have time to reload, immediately opened fire with the second sniper rifle, and another man fell.
Wesley counted the number of explosions, but it wasn't him, he wasn't that fast, it was the apple that counted the number and location of the explosions through his eardrums.
"It's time to act."
Can't wait for the explosion to end, otherwise the other party has a chance to react, Wesley's heartbeat began to speed up, and by the time he got out of the bottom of the car, his heartbeat reached the fastest speed.
His arms began to wave, his head shook simply and quickly, he clearly saw the surrounding environment, the two guns fired continuously, and eight people fell around in an instant, and then with a flick of his right arm, a bullet flew out, and hit an assassin hiding behind the pillar in a graceful arc, and the window of the main entrance was no longer glass, and he could clearly see the panicked people inside.
The two guns were raised horizontally, and the "bang bang bang" fired continuously, shooting directly into the front window force, this is the weaving workshop, the most crowded location, everyone here is an assassin, ready to kill his character, but Wesley watched their slow motion and did not panic.
The "click" guns were all gone, and Wesley leaned back, one knee touching the ground, and slid directly under the window. t1706231537: