Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

"Becky!!"

After the explosion, the members of the CIA Black Ops Commando in the crowd all showed shock.

They didn't expect this scene to happen at all.

The waiter who was hit head-on by the explosive trolley, dying, and basically hopeless, was a member of their team.

"what happened?"

Someone asked in the headset: "Why did the cart explode, we were ambushed?"

"Captain, can you hear me?"

"Captain, please reply if you receive it?"

"team leader……"

Everyone spoke hurriedly and asked questions repeatedly, only to find that as the captain of the operation commander, Brooke disappeared in the communication channel.

"Whirring whirring……"

Suddenly, rapid and heavy panting resounded in their miniature headsets, followed by a familiar but extremely desperate voice.

"Retreat, the situation is out of control... quickly retreat..."

"Tom, what's going on? What's going on with you? Where's the captain?"

"Captain...the captain is dead, he was smashed in the head by Jin Bing..."

"I'm dying too... retreat... quickly retreat!!"

Tom's tone became trembling, and the extreme fear had made him almost speechless.

Da da da!

Until the sound of heavy footsteps came, the floor seemed to tremble slightly under the heavy footsteps.

At the last moment of his life, Jin Bing's body was as huge as a giant, bringing an astonishing sense of oppression like a god of death.

On that savage, brutal and tyrannical face, there was an indifference to life.

An unforgettable grin came into view.

An oversized, elephant-like sole stepped down hard.

boom! !

A sharp voice exploded in my ears.

beep—

The electronic sound from the malfunctioning headset blasted through everyone's brains, causing tinnitus that was difficult to cure.

At this moment, all the remaining members of the Black Action commando team were stunned, turning a deaf ear to the sound of the explosion in their ears, leaving only indescribable bitterness and... panic in their hearts.

It's only been a few minutes, what happened?

They didn't notice that, like them, the reception attendants in the same clothes moved against the crowd and surrounded them silently.

Wesley and others nodded to each other.

They tucked their hands into their bosoms, ready to fire a salvo.

As one of the best shooters in the world, fraternity members are not afraid of anyone as long as they have guns in their hands.

……

The second floor of the convention center.

After his clothes burst, Wilson, like a brat who hadn't graduated from adult education kindergarten, pressed Brooke and others on the ground and rubbed them.

David stood not far away, taking a panoramic view of the scene in front of him.

Seeing some scalp numbness, my heart feels cold.

This is terrifyingly powerful!

No wonder Wilson can compete with superheroes such as Spider-Man in the future.

Although Wilson is always at a disadvantage, in the Marvel world, the enemy who is qualified to be a superhero is already a symbol of success to a certain extent.

Besides, Wilson isn't just a superhero's foe, he's a bunch.

The most important thing is that most of these superheroes really didn't do anything to him in the end.

With these thoughts in his mind, Jin Bing has already killed the three seasoned agents in front of him.

Bloodstains everywhere, bloody corpses beaten by fists, crushed heads, broken floors, walls like bean curd residue...

The originally clean and modern corridor is now like hell.

Susan was so frightened that she was dumbfounded, her legs were weak, she sat on the ground, her whole body trembling slightly, she didn't have the chance to win a few minutes ago, and the arrogance belonging to the CIA in her heart was replaced by fear.

She stared blankly at the scene in front of her, not knowing what to think.

"How about it?"

A faint voice sounded next to my ears: "Isn't it scary seeing your own brother do something for the first time?"

Bullseye appeared next to David at some point.

"very scary."

David nodded, and said lightly: "But you are wrong, this is not the first time I have seen him do something."

"Oh?"

Bullseye was curious: "When was the first time you saw him make a move?"

"When he was 15, that year, I had just turned seven years old."

A look of ambiguity appeared on David's face: "I saw him holding a hammer, smashing the head of our biological father, and disposing of the body with his mother."

"..."

Bullseye's face twitched unconsciously.

Falk, he can see that the Fisk family, the whole family is a pervert!

Jin Bing has been a pervert since he was a child!

None of them are normal!

David waited for a while, but didn't hear Bullseye's answer. He turned his head and glanced at him. Seeing that the guy was in a daze, he ignored him.

He walked to the glass railing on the second floor and overlooked the main hall of the reception on the first floor.

With a glance, we can see all the movements of Wesley and others, as well as the CIA agents who are standing still and dignified.

Finally his eyes landed on the corner, where Mosley and Andre were.

The governor of New York State, Darryl Richardson, was among the crowd the two were in.

Darryl was accompanied by a group of congressmen and judges.

If this group of people died at the reception, the whole of New York, and even the whole of America, would be shaken.

……

"Terrorist attacks?"

Darryl's face changed instantly when he heard Mosley's words.

After the explosion in front of him, his brain went blank. Like everyone around him, his mind was buzzing like countless flies, and he felt dazed for a while.

He didn't even confirm Mosley's identity, so he subconsciously asked, "What's going on, why is there a terrorist attack?"

"The FBI received a tip that there is a group of unidentified organizations planning to make some moves at the reception."

Mosley quickly explained: "Due to the unclear information in the informant, the bureau sent us to the reception to check the situation...Mr. Governor, our people are outside, please leave with me immediately."

"Then go quickly... Wait, show me your ID."

Darryl had just taken a step when he suddenly stopped, showing hesitation.

"He's the deputy director of the New York branch of the FBI, Mr. Governor, and I'm friends with Mr. Mosley."

At this time, Andre said: "I can guarantee that his identity is fine."

"What else to say, let's go."

A group of people moved hurriedly.

After the others came to their senses, they also quickly ran towards the exit.

Everyone understands that the convention center is about to happen, or that something unpredictable has already happened.

Some unlucky ones are already lying down, and no one wants to be next.

Bang bang bang bang! !

It's too late, it's too soon.

When everyone rushed to the exit, a gun battle suddenly broke out.

The fierce gunfire scared many people to stop. In the free America, everyone has learned that when faced with a shooting incident, the first choice should be to choose a bunker instead of fleeing indiscriminately.

They were afraid of being hit by stray bullets, so they simply lay down on the ground, or hid behind the table, and tried their best to avoid bullets.

"Danger!!"

Mosley grabs Darryl.

At this moment, even Pushkin, who has a cooperative relationship, is no longer his first choice, and the governor is his worthy target.

A group of people are extremely powerful in the outside world, but now they can only shrink back in place.

Hiding in the corner behind the pillar, trembling.

"Who are these people?"

Darryl gritted his teeth, exasperated: "How dare they launch such an attack in New York?"

"Fack, where is Wilson Fisk?"

Suddenly, he regained his senses and realized something: "Isn't this his territory? How dare he let a bunch of terrorists get in here? How can he be the boss?!"