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Wesley threw out a black wallet, and 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 his eyes.

"National Land Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Security 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 in confusion, he wants to know the answer. .

Wesley pointed to his certificate, "They can erase my firearms record, but I don't believe they can erase my identity registration. This is a certificate registered by the special department of the General Administration, not something that can be erased by the New York branch. So this This matter has nothing to do with you anymore, just wait for the lawyer's letter." Wesley took back his credentials and turned around and left.

The sheriff stood there stupidly, he hadn't thought it would be like this at all, and the other party would still have such an identity. He has heard of this organization, a very mysterious organization, it seems that the US government does not have much right to speak, it is a very independent organization.

He was in serious trouble, so he hurriedly called again, "Hey, he turned out to be a fourth-level agent of the National Land Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Security Bureau. Do you know this? Our police completely take him. There is no way."

"I know very well, you don't have to complain, your benefits are not less. Has he left now? It's a bit early..." the person opposite said with some distress.

"What do you mean? What are you going to do?" The sheriff had some bad feelings.

"You don't need to know, just stay at ease. Knowing more about our affairs is not good for you." The sheriff then heard a busy tone, and the other party put down the phone, but the sheriff had a bad premonition. .

Wesley walked out of the 56th inning, "You go back first, wait for Philip, then tell him what happened, and then sue." The three lawyers left directly, and Wesley took a look at the time. It was not very time. Late, it was around seven o'clock in the evening, thinking about the other party's purpose, and then drove out of the police station.

Driving the car all the way, Wesley walked home cautiously, without incident all the way, directly to the entrance of the apartment's parking lot. The security guard at the door was a raw face. He sat in the security room and glanced at Wesley, and then continued to stare at the newspaper in his hand. Wesley glanced at him and punched in, but he had already taken both guns. He came out and put it on his legs, the speed was not fast, and he slowly stopped to his parking space.

The bullet was loaded, and then Apple sent some magazines from the internal space and put it in the pocket of the suit, and then got out of the car with two guns, and the heartbeat began to accelerate. Just now when he entered the door, the strange security guard caught his attention. A security guard reading financial newspapers was obviously not very suitable for his identity, and at the same time he turned out to be a strange face.

In the brief 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 newcomers cannot be such a coincidence. Is there a coincidence in this world?

There must be coincidences, but at this fixed time and fixed place, all coincidences are just concealed. Wesley took the gun and got out of the car, looked around, his ears were listening carefully. .

Now the body is several times that of an ordinary person, and the same is true for hearing. Listening to all the sounds of the underground parking lot, a lot of heartbeats are heard. Wesley knows that these people are ambushing themselves, although they are trying to control their emotions.

Wesley counted the sound of the heartbeat he heard. Fifteen people were around, not counting the security guard at the door, so at least the other party had 16 people, but Wesley didn’t think they had only so many people, there should be more. People, otherwise these people are definitely not enough to kill themselves, how about Carlos and the others?

I took out the phone and was still standing next to the car. This place can effectively resist the bullet attack, "Hey, are you home?"

"Is something wrong? We have gone home. Mindy and Hannah are here. We are cooking together." Carlos felt that Wesley was in trouble.

"It's okay, some small trash fish, I'm afraid they will harass you." Wesley said indifferently.

"That's good, do I need to go?"

"No, it's okay to be optimistic about the family, but they are a little bolder, I need to teach them some lessons, let them see the gap." Wesley put down the phone, Carlos is not worried about Wesley Wesley is better than him, especially when he is besieged.

Putting down the phone, Wesley walked directly to the elevator. The other party was obviously ambushing the elevator entrance. There was no blockage. Random guns could kill anyone. Of course, they understood that.

Wesley walked normally step by step, but the double guns in his hand made him look abnormal. Suddenly Wesley's arms shook, and there were two "bangs" gunshots. All the ambushers were My heart trembled. Why did someone fire a shot before the other party reached the position?

The gunfire was the signal. All the ambushers got up and they were about to start attacking, but the one who fell first was the ambusher closest to Wesley. The bullets bypassed their bunker and hit them directly in the head. Flaws appeared in the encirclement.

Wesley's footsteps suddenly speeded up and ran to the left. He stepped directly on a car on the left and jumped up. His body was flying forward in the air.

"Bang Bang Bang" double guns fired continuously, the ambushers began to fall continuously, Wesley silently calculated in his heart that there were eight people, and he killed eight people. The body fell and hid directly behind a car, and at this moment the sound of gunfire sounded behind him, "Da Da Da" assault rifles, submachine guns and some pistols, splashing over like raindrops.

The tires of the vehicles covering him by "Puff Puff" burst one after another. The car was a bit short, the windows of the car were constantly shattered, and the bullet hit the car body with a crisp clanking sound.

Wesley listened to the enemy’s shooting position. The bullet shells continued to fall to the ground. After ten seconds, the attack stopped. They were changing their magazines. Wesley got up instantly, and the two shots kept going. Shot up.

The sound of "pucha" bullets entering the flesh, and then one by one the ambushers began to fall continuously, the "crack" bullets were all gone, Wesley squatted down again, but he immediately moved, squatting on the ground and moving, But the speed is very fast, changing the magazine while moving.