Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

Darryl Richardson's anger is justified and justified.

Wilson Fisk, as the underground king of New York, sent him an invitation to a reception, which was definitely a gesture of goodwill, not to mention acting.

Although Wilson and Pushkin didn't get along, but as an official, he was half an outsider, so he didn't bother to pay attention to the small actions of the people below.

As long as the members are called and paid on time, anyone can be the boss.

Darryl happily came to the reception. He originally planned to take the political donation promised by Wilson to be re-elected as the governor of New York State with a certain probability, and contribute to his political career. Who would have thought that such a thing would happen?

Although the meaning of the enemy was unknown, Darryl didn't think about it at all, and he didn't dare to take risks.

A great life is waiting to be enjoyed, how can you stumble here?

"Wilson Fisk?"

Mosley frowned, corresponding to his identity, and finally remembered Pushkin.

Wilson Fisk's true identity may be hidden from ordinary police and ordinary FBI agents, but it is not a secret in the eyes of all high-level officials.

As soon as he was going to throw some dirty water on Kim, he should show his favor to Pushkin.

As a result, Andre's words stunned him instantly.

"Mr. Governor, Wilson has already taken control of the situation. You don't need to panic, I think this farce will end soon!"

Andre reminded, his tone was relatively calm, without any panic.

When everyone heard this, they raised their heads at the same time and looked at the battle situation.

really.

The two parties were in the crowd, while moving to find cover, while raising their guns to shoot, their movements were very quick.

Both sides seemed to be quite restrained, they only took each other as targets, and did not casually attack the surrounding guests.

Neither side looks like a real terrorist.

Mosley naturally knew why.

But from other people's point of view, they don't know anything about the situation.

The continuous sound of gunfire, the crisp sound of bullet casings falling to the ground, the sound of stray bullets passing by the ears...

Intertwined into a chaotic symphony.

Panic, fear, bewilderment, all kinds of emotions came together, and everyone lost the energy to think.

All the gunmen were wearing the uniforms of the reception staff, and it was impossible to know which side was the enemy and which side was our own.

In terms of their current situation, both sides may be enemies!

"The one with few people is the enemy, and the one with many people is one of our own."

Mosley observed carefully, giving full play to his professional ability, and his tone was very affirmative: "After all, this is Wilson Fisk's territory. Even if there are enemies mixed in, there cannot be too many people... In any case, Fisk will not It really got out of hand."

"good."

Andre nodded and gave Mosley an appreciative look.

"In that case, I'll wait for Wilson Fisk to give me an explanation."

Darryl calmed down and understood the situation.

The current situation may seem dangerous, but it is not really out of control.

Now that Wilson Fisk's people are already dealing with it, if there are no accidents, it will be over soon.

If something unexpected happens...

Darryl narrowed his eyes, he would rather believe that there was no such possibility.

"Agent Mosley, you said that the FBI received information that there would be a terrorist attack here, so you sent people here?"

Suddenly, Darryl looked at Mosley beside him, and his tone suddenly returned to calm.

"Yes."

Mosley was respectful and seemed to know what the other party was going to ask, and said proactively: "But the source of the information is unknown and cannot be traced back, and we don't know who the other party is."

"So, do you know who the enemy is? Where does it come from?"

Darryl looked away from him, and landed on a group of gunmen in front of him. After noticing the movements of both sides, he spoke lightly, without anger:

"Since the other party has the ability to find out the enemy's actions, doesn't it reveal the identity of the enemy in the intelligence? Or... you know it, but you dare not say it?"

"..."

Mosley began to break out of sweat on his forehead.

He heard that Darryl had begun to doubt the truth behind this "terrorist attack".

"Mr. Governor, the other party's ability to sneak into Wilson Fisk's territory is enough to show their cunning. The FBI has no credit, but also hard work. Why bother to ask."

Andre smiled slightly, and suddenly interrupted: "Besides, you received the news in advance, and you didn't hesitate to risk yourself to participate in the reception, but also to catch the terrorists who secretly sneaked into New York. If this news gets out, the people of New York will definitely treat you More recognition would be a huge help for re-election, wouldn't it?"

"The people of New York need a real man like you as governor, who knows that there are tigers in the mountains and prefers to go there... Governors in other places are just a bunch of sissies compared to you, who can only talk nonsense in newspapers …”

As soon as these words came out, everyone around was stunned.

Received an early message?

He didn't hesitate to go to the county to attend the reception but also to catch terrorists?

Are you talking about that Darryl Richardson we just saw who was so scared that his face was white and he almost peed his pants?

Although everyone is an old fox, through the conversation, they realized that the attack behind it might not be that simple, but they still felt ashamed when they heard a few words from Andre that were understated.

Can flattery shoot like this?

Black can be called white by you! !

Fortunately, Andre didn't go into politics. If Andre joined politics, what would happen to them?

"Good, very good."

Darryl's eyes lit up, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he suddenly liked Andre's eyes.

He couldn't help saying: "Mr. Pushkin, you are really my confidant!"

"It's my pleasure."

Andre's smile deepened.

……

the other side.

"Mike, there are a lot of people on the other side, and we have no way to break through... Mike, can you hear me... Fake!!"

A Black Ops commando swears from behind a chair.

This is already another teammate he lost.

"Guys, how many of us are left? Is anyone alive?"

"Hardy, shut your mouth, we still have a chance."

"Do you want to surrender?"

"The other party will not accept our surrender. Even if we reveal our identity as the CIA, the CIA will not admit it... This is a black operation, and you know what it means."

"Fuck, do you think I don't know?"

The only five remaining members of the black action commando, you glanced at me and said something, and your tone was restless, and there was not a good word out of your mouth.

"Kidnapping hostages, fight with them!!"

"Do you think the other party will care about the hostage? Dude, they are gangsters, and the last thing they value is human life..."

"So we have only one dead end?"

"No, we can still pray to God to protect us..."

boom!

While speaking, a bullet drew a strange arc, flew over, and pierced Hardy's head.

Halfway through speaking, Hardy fell to the ground powerlessly.

He opened his eyes wide, blood gushed from his temples, and the despair in his heart dissipated at this moment, and he felt a little relieved.

The voice of the communication channel froze suddenly, and the death-like silence made people feel terrified.

Even the most optimistic team members, witnessing the successive deaths of their teammates, finally couldn't bear the tremendous pressure that came like a tide.

"Fake, fight with them!!"

Bang bang bang!

He rushed out and was undoubtedly shot to death.

There are three remaining members of the black ops commando team.

Wesley and the others took their time, surrounded the opponent slowly, gradually eroded their movement space, and never gave the opponent the slightest chance.

The situation is basically under control.

Even people who can't understand the situation know that one side of the shootout has basically secured victory.

Da da da!

Under the tense eyes of everyone, Wesley and others surrounded the remaining three people.

But they were not given any chance.

All the fraternity members present who had mastered the spear throwing technique all shot at the same time.

More than a dozen bullets hit a beautiful arc trajectory.

Chi Chi Chi! !

The remaining three agents were beaten into a sieve, bleeding all over the place, and there was no possibility of survival.

"Everyone, you are safe!"

Wesley signaled all the fraternity companions to raise their hands, expressing to the guests that the enemy is dead and we are our own.

Seeing this, most of the people in the arena instantly collapsed to the ground, followed by an unprecedented feeling of rejoicing, rejoicing that they did not become the unlucky ones who were shot by stray bullets.

Justin Hammer is one of them.

He looked at the unlucky guy who was swept away by the initial cart explosion and lay in a pool of blood, feeling powerless and gasping for breath. He regretted why he came to this reception on a whim.

However, his eyes swept across the hall and fell on Wesley and the others.

As an arms dealer, he could naturally see that these people's weapons were ordinary, but their shooting skills were astonishingly strong.

Whose subordinates are these people?

Wilson Fisk?

Justin Hammer couldn't help thinking.

As a successful businessman, his keen sense of smell made him realize that the truth behind this shootout is by no means simple.

……

"call--"

Seeing that the battle on the field ended successfully, Darryl ignored the small sacrifices made by innocent people, he was relieved, and then joy came to his heart:

"We won."

"Yes."

Andre smiled: "We won!"