Wesley threw out a black wallet, the sheriff picked it up, he knew it was a document holder, and when he opened it, he was dumbfounded, and a badge appeared in front of him.
"Territorial Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau, Level 4 Agent" The sheriff was dumbfounded again, what is the situation, why do you a billionaire still have such an identity, looking at Wesley suspiciously, he wants to know the answer.
Wesley pointed to his own documents, "They can expunge my firearms record, but I don't believe they can expunge my identity registration, this is a document registered by the special department of the General Administration, not the New York Branch, so this matter has nothing to do with you, you just wait for the lawyer's letter."
Wesley retrieved his credentials and turned to leave.
The sheriff stood stupidly, he didn't expect it to be like this, the other party still had such an identity.
This organization he had heard of, a very mysterious organization, as if the U.S. government did not have much say in it, and it was a very independent organization.
He was in big trouble, he hurriedly went to call again, "Hey, he turned out to be a fourth-level agent of the Territorial Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau, do you know this situation, our police have nothing to do with him." ” "I know very well, you don't have to complain, your benefits will not be less.
He's leaving now, it's a little early," said the person on the other side, a little distressed.
"What do you mean, what are you going to do?"
the sheriff had some bad premonitions.
"You don't need to know, just stay in peace, it's not good for you to know more about our affairs."
The sheriff then heard a busy sound, and the other party put down the phone, but the sheriff had some bad premonitions.
Wesley walked out of the 56th precinct, "You guys go back first, wait for Philip, tell him what happened, and then sue."
The three lawyers left directly, while Wesley looked at the time, it was not very late, it was about seven o'clock in the evening, thinking about the purpose of the other party, and then drove away from the police station.
Driving all the way, Wesley walked home with some caution, and all the way was uneventful, and came directly to the door of the apartment's parking lot.
The security guard at the door was a fresh face, sitting in the security room and glancing at Wesley, and then continued to stare at the newspaper in his hand, Wesley glanced at him, and directly punched in and drove in, but he had already taken out his two guns and put them on his legs, the speed was not fast, and he slowly parked in his parking space.
The bullet is loaded, and then the apple sends some magazines from the space inside the body and puts them in the pocket of the suit, and then gets out of the car with two guns, and his heart begins to beat faster.
When he entered the door just now, an unfamiliar security guard caught his attention, a security guard reading a financial newspaper, obviously not very consistent with his identity, and at the same time it turned out to be an unfamiliar face.
The short experience of the assassin, Wesley is very concerned about the people and things around him, he has seen all the security guards in the apartment, even if it is a newcomer, it can't be such a coincidence, is there a coincidence in this world There must be coincidences, but at this fixed time and place, then all coincidences are just a cover-up, Wesley directly took the gun and got out of the car, looked around, his ears were listening carefully.
Now his body is several times that of ordinary people, and so is his hearing, listening to all the sounds in the underground parking lot, many heartbeats in his ears, Wesley knows that these people are ambushing him, although they are trying to control their emotions.
Wesley counted the heartbeat he heard, fifteen people were around, not counting the security guard at the door, then at least sixteen people on the other side, but Wesley didn't think that there were only so many of them, there should be more people, otherwise these people would definitely not be enough to kill themselves, Carlos, what happened to them Take out the phone, still standing next to the car, which can effectively defend against bullets, "Hey, you're home" "Is something wrong, we're home, Mindy and Hannah are here, we're cooking together."
Carlos felt Wesley was in trouble.
"It's okay, it's just some little miscellaneous fish, I'm afraid they'll harass you."
Wesley said indifferently.
"That's good, do you need me to go?"
"No, it's okay to take care of the family, but these people are a little bold, I need to teach them some lessons, let them see the gap."
Wesley put down the phone, Carlos was not worried about Wesley's safety, Wesley was better than him, especially when he was under siege.
Putting down the phone, Wesley walked directly to the elevator, the other party was obviously ambushing the location of the elevator entrance, there is no shelter here, random guns can kill anyone, of course they understand this.
Wesley walked normally step by step, but the two guns in his hands made him look not so normal, suddenly Wesley's arms shook, "bang" two gunshots, all the ambushers were trembling in their hearts, the other party had not yet reached the position, how could someone shoot The gunfire was the signal, and all the ambushers got up, and they were about to attack, but the first to fall was the ambuser closest to Wesley, and the bullet went around their cover and hit them directly in the head, causing a breach in the encirclement.
Wesley's footsteps suddenly picked up, and he ran to the left, jumping directly on a sedan on the left, and his body flew forward in the air, and the ambushers below him who were getting up and preparing to attack him were clear at a glance.
"Bang bang bang" two guns rang out, the ambushers began to fall continuously, Wesley silently calculated in his heart, eight people, he killed eight people.
The body fell, hiding directly behind a car, and at this time, the gunshots behind him rang out, and the "Da Da Da" assault rifle, submachine gun and some pistols splashed like rain.
The tires of the vehicle covering him were burst one after another, the car was shortened, the windows were constantly shattered, and the bullets hit the body with a crisp clanging sound.
Wesley listened to the enemy's firing position, the bullet casings kept falling to the ground, and after more than ten seconds, the attack stopped, and they were changing the magazine, Wesley got up instantly, and the two guns kept shooting.
The sound of "poof" bullets entering the flesh, and then one ambusher after another began to fall, and the "click" bullets ran out, and Wesley crouched down again, but he immediately moved, crouching on the ground and moving, but quickly, changing magazines as he moved. t1706231537: