Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

10 minutes before the reception starts.

David and Fox were still moving through the crowd, their eyes were calm, and their eyes seemed to be wandering casually, but they were actually communicating with members of the fraternity interspersed among the waiters.

Wesley brought two glasses of wine indiscriminately.

"How about it?"

David smiled and said, "How was your experience today?"

"Don't tell me, high-end red wine just tastes different."

Wesley acted solemnly, pretending that he had not stolen a sip, and secretly reported: "I think the butcher, the repairman, and the gunsmith are all so happy that they have forgotten their mission."

"You fart, I've been watching."

The gunsmith pretended to be passing by, came to the three of them, and motioned them to look at the waiter who was welcoming guests at the door: "I'm [-]% sure, that person is the CIA."

"Just stare at it, don't be too obvious, it's not yet time."

David took a sip of his drink.

"Pushkin arrives in twenty minutes."

As he spoke, he looked at the time and ordered, "As soon as Pushkin arrives, it's time for us to act."

"understand!"

Wesley and the gunsmith nodded, then staggered away.

After a while.

An acquaintance appeared in David's sight.

"Agent Mosley, you're finally here."

David took the initiative to greet him, while Fox beside him wisely left, entered the crowd by himself, and found a corner.

"It's not a gentleman's behavior to neglect a beauty like this."

Mosley's eyes lingered on Fox for a moment, showing a look of surprise, then lowered his voice, with a dignified tone, and said closer: "David, are you sure the CIA will attack Pushkin tonight?"

"Of course, tonight is the CIA's last chance, otherwise, Pushkin will leave America."

David nodded, and took a glass of wine from the passing waiter's plate and handed it to Mosley: "The Legend of Lafite series has a strong fruity aroma, try more tonight, you can't usually drink such a good wine. "

"Pushkin is really willing to leave America?"

Mosley took the wine glass, but didn't pay attention, but showed suspicion, and continued the topic just now: "If he leaves, what will happen to the business?"

"Compared with business and life, life is more important."

David laughed and said, "Besides, how do you know that if Pushkin is gone, you won't be able to keep the business in hand?"

Mosley was thoughtful, and seemed to understand the deep meaning.

Followed by David's words to bring back his thoughts.

"When Pushkin arrives, you follow my signal."

"Signal?"

Mosley was surprised: "What is the signal?"

"You'll know then."

After David finished speaking, he disappeared from Mosley's sight.

……

at this time.

The captain of the CIA Black Ops commando, Brooke, is counting the time.

He pulled the collar and alerted the team members in the crowd through the microphone attached to the collar.

"Three groups prepare, find the location by yourself, block the door, and report at any time when Pushkin comes in."

"receive."

"The first and second groups watched my position and listened to my instructions. As soon as I said to do it, I immediately subdued Pushkin and used a high dose of anesthetic, trying not to attract the attention of others."

"receive."

"After dealing with Pushkin, you take Pushkin to the second floor and meet me. Jin is also the target of our operation... We only have 10 minutes this time, and we can't make any mistakes."

"receive."

Brooke is a very good agent.

As captain, his ability is not inferior to McCall.

At this time, the members of the Black Action commando team were divided into three groups, pretending to be waiters, with a smile on their faces, some carrying wine glass trays, and some pushing fruit trays, very dedicated.

A group of people wandered among the crowd, and occasionally ran into their teammates head-on and signaled to each other, all in a relaxed state.

They didn't know that they had already entered the enemy's encirclement.

The fraternity members who were also disguised as waiters locked all of them out of the corner of their eyes without any trace.

"I have two here."

"There are three on my side."

"I have four here."

"I don't have..."

Wesley et al. communicate through tiny headsets.

"There are a total of twelve of them, and you have only found nine of them now, and the remaining three are unknown..."

At this time, Fox's voice resounded throughout the communication channel:

"The operation is about to start, find out the rest of the people."

"keep the change."

David stood in the area on the second floor, condescending, looked at the densely packed heads below, and then turned his head to look around the meeting room. They seemed to be acting as Susan's bodyguards, and said lightly, "The remaining three are on my side."

"it is good."

Fox nodded to confirm: "Everyone remember to wait for the signal."

"clear."

Everyone in the Brotherhood replied.

They are quite confident about this operation, because the Brotherhood members are almost in full force.

A total of twenty members lurk among them.

Any disturbance of the other party cannot escape their eyes.

Time passed slowly.

"Pushkin is here."

"Pushkin is here."

The voices of Brooke and Fox sounded almost simultaneously.

Members of the CIA Black Ops commando team and members of the fraternity, being reminded at the same time, all focused and put on guard.

The former focused on Pushkin, who was about to enter the venue at the door.

The latter focuses on the former.

Da da da!

The venue at this time seemed to be harmonious, and the guests were talking and laughing with each other, but the actual undercurrent was surging.

Andre finally arrived.

As Pushkin in the eyes of everyone, he walked into the arena with a smile, stood still for a few seconds, glanced at his circle of acquaintances, and walked towards Governor Daryl Richardson and others without hesitation. past.

at the same time.

As the organizer of the reception, Wilson walked out of the meeting room on the second floor, stood on the railing on the second floor and looked down, his gaze fell on Andre.

Not far from him, Susan looked calm.

Around Susan, Brook led two of his team members to stand in a semicircle and surround Wilson.

"Ms. Susan, the reception is about to start, what does this mean?"

Wilson looked past the three people in front of him, and looked at Susan behind Brook and the others.

"Mr. Jin Bin, this reception is over."

Susan said calmly: "You will be sent to the ambulance due to a sudden illness soon, and this cocktail party will end in a panic... And Pushkin, you will meet him in the morgue of the hospital."

"Oh?"

Wilson looked shocked: "So, it turns out that I am also your target?"

"Yes, for the sake of cooperation, let you understand."

Susan waved her hands to Brooke and the others, signaling that they could start.

"Goodbye then."

"Do it."

Brook blew the clarion call to action to the players through the headset.

As soon as he finished speaking, he and the two team members beside him were like tigers coming out of their cages, full of momentum, and pounced on Jin Bin in front of them.

……

"Where's the signal?"

Mosley watched Pushkin enter the venue, but nothing happened. He looked nervous and moved his body unobtrusively, approaching Pushkin, the governor and others.

At the same time, his eyes scanned the crowd like a searchlight, waiting for the signal from David.

"Why is there no signal yet?"

Mosley frowned slightly, beginning to wonder if something was wrong.

Then, right now.

boom! !

A fruit plate trolley pushed by a waiter exploded violently in a relatively remote corner of the venue.

The cart fell apart instantly, and metal fragments exploded in all directions. Fortunately, it was in the corner and no one was hurt.

However, flames shot up into the sky, and the waiter who was facing a huge shock wave had his whole body blown away, and his clothes were torn apart instantly, revealing his body armor and weapon belt around his waist.

"Exploded? What's that?"

"What's going on, why does he have a gun on him?"

"In the end what happened?"

Everyone was frightened.

The waiter who was subjected to the bombardment had lost consciousness. Although his body was intact, his face and neck were bloody and bloody. It was basically confirmed that he would not survive.

Although the guests present have experienced a lot, this time was also an eye-opener.

One by one showed a look of horror.

"Fack, is this the signal you said?"

In the crowd, Mosley's pupils shrank, and he regained consciousness instantly.

——"You will know when the time comes!"

Thinking of David's words, corresponding to the situation in front of him, he couldn't help being dumbfounded.

Immediately afterwards, Mosley rushed to Pushkin and the others.

However, his target this time is not Pushkin, but Governor Darryl Richardson beside him.

"Sir, I'm Mosley, an FBI agent. A terrorist attack occurred at the scene. The target of the other party is unknown. It may be any of you. Get out of here with me!!"