Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

Whoosh whoosh! !

A bullet came and pierced Resnick's shoulder.

Another bullet grazed the side of his head, erasing a trail of blood at his temple.

As long as it deviates a little bit, it will plunge from his eyeballs into his brain.

Boom!

Resnik couldn't help shaking his hands, and the gun fell to the ground.

He stared at the door, completely desperate and lost the will to fight.

The opponent stood outside the door and shot, but the bullet flew in and hit him, and the trajectory was still so bizarre.

"Junjutsu..."

The two companions in the opposite bedroom, Ali and Kovacs, recognized this spear technique, quickly closed the bedroom door, and hid behind the room wall.

"Bastard, who is it, who are you?"

Kovacs growled in the bedroom.

at the same time.

"It's now."

Although Matt's hearing is affected, it is not completely deaf.

He hurriedly urged: "Come in."

Several people obeyed the order and rushed into the house.

David and Wesley instantly locked Resnick in the right corner.

"I surrender, don't drive..."

Resnick's face was full of horror.

David and Wesley turned a deaf ear, without hesitation, and two bullets exploded in his head.

Behind the two, Fox, the butcher, the repairman, and the gunsmith all locked the bedroom on the left.

Bang bang bang! !

The bullets were fired continuously and accurately, piercing through the bedroom door.

A hole was shot through the wooden door.

No one dared to probe behind the door.

"Grenade."

Fox reminded.

"Look at me."

The butcher held down the grenade, unplugged it, and then threw the projectile like a baseball, his movements flowing like clouds and water.

The grenade flew in through the bullet hole in the bedroom door.

boom! !

The next moment, the explosion of grenades inside the bedroom was deafening.

Matt couldn't help but frowned again.

"Next time if there is such an action, maybe I can stand a little bit farther away."

He couldn't help complaining.

"How are the people inside?"

David turned around, twisting his head and asking.

"Not dead, but almost."

Matt is very sure: "No one can resist the grenade explosion at such close range, unless he is Captain America."

"Go in and fill up the gun, and then we will withdraw."

David summed up the time, from the beginning to the end, only a few minutes passed.

He looked around, this expensive presidential suite had changed from hardcover to rough in just a few minutes.

It takes months to create, but minutes to destroy.

……

Chi Chi Chi! !

The CIA special operations team, with three vehicles and 12 people, arrived at Susan's residence within 10 minutes.

At this time, the appearance of this single-family house in Manhattan looks the same.

"Three groups, the four of you stay at the door."

The captain pressed the communicator and ordered in a low voice: "The rest of you, break the door with me and rush in."

"clear!!"

The crowd nodded.

boom!

The door of the house was forcibly broken open like paper.

"Fake!!"

Susan, who was almost 60 years old, was awakened by the sudden loud sound.

She opened her eyes suddenly, turned over and stood up, followed by a daze.

The silk pajamas are made of excellent materials and fit the body well, but unfortunately they are old and yellow, so they are not beautiful.

The eight sweaters in full armor gathered around the bed, looking at each other...

Susan was terrified at first, and then recognized the person, and an indescribable shame and anger emerged from the bottom of her heart.

"Fake, what are you doing?"

"This is my home, not where you perform missions!!"

"Could it be that you still want to do something to me, an old woman who is almost 60 years old?"

Chapter 43

"So, you were deceived?"

In the living room, Susan changed into casual clothes and sat on the sofa. After figuring out the ins and outs, her face was extremely ugly and her mood sank to the bottom.

The CIA's Black Ops commandos came to New York on a classified mission.

This means that, apart from the parties concerned, only a few people even within the CIA know about it.

There are only a handful of high-level people who are qualified to read the details of the mission.

Even Susan herself hadn't asked where the Black Ops commandos were staying. How was their location revealed?

Could it be that there are ghosts inside the CIA?

"You don't think there is a problem?"

Susan was sullen, very annoyed, thoughts were flying in her mind, and all kinds of thoughts were going back and forth, and she asked, "Have you figured out why you can't contact me?"

Hearing this, everyone in the Black Action Team looked at each other in blank dismay.

The captain hesitated for a moment and said, "The power supply outside your house was damaged, the telephone line was cut off, and we found several electronic jammers outside..."

Susan was taken aback for a moment, and the anger in her stomach was suppressed in an instant.

There was indeed a problem, and she didn't expect it to be her own problem.

"Fack, the son of a bitch!!"

Susan had a flash of inspiration. In today's New York, there is only one person who dares to do these small tricks to herself.

She instantly understood the cause and effect, and her eyes lit up:

"Pushkin!!"

You don't need to think about it to know who is behind this matter.

Black ops commandos were targeted as soon as they arrived in New York, and the possibility of unrelated people intervening other than the other party was extremely small and negligible.

After reacting, deeper doubts followed.

"How did Pushkin know you were in New York?"

Susan frowned: "Did someone leak the news, or... was it just an accident?"

"..."

The captain didn't answer. He saw that Susan was just talking to herself and didn't need anyone to answer.

"Pushkin will not play us for no reason."

Susan calmed down: "His provocation has no meaning other than angering us. Instead, it will make us more vigilant against him...Pushkin will not do meaningless things. There must be other purposes."

"Yes, I think so too."

The captain nodded solemnly.

After this encounter, his original contempt for Pushkin as a gangster leader completely disappeared, leaving only doubts.

"However, he lured us to your house, we came here for 10 minutes, counting the equipment time, up to 15 minutes... What is enough for him to do in these 15 minutes?"

"Anyway, go back and have a look."

Susan had some guesses in her heart, and the ominous premonition became stronger.

She was decisive and immediately made a decision:

"I'll go with you."

"it is good."

The captain greeted the team members, and the group set off again, embarking on the return journey.

However, when they returned to the hotel, they found several police cars parked downstairs, and fire trucks lined up next to each other. The firefighters were standing on the ladder, holding water guns and spraying water on the upper floors.

Everyone was stunned.

"Is that our room?"

Some team members opened their eyes wide and looked at the place where the fire was on fire, dumbfounded: "Pushkin led us away just to set fire to the place where we live?"

"No, it's not our room, it's our upstairs."

The captain immediately identified the specific location, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, as if he had thought of something.

At this time.

Three vehicles were parked on the side of the road, attracting the attention of police who were evacuating the crowd.

Seeing them in full armor, the police were taken aback.

"Hi, I'm George Stacy, the Chief of the Manhattan Division of the NYPD."

His face was serious instantly: "Please show your ID."

"CIA, Susan."

Susan stepped forward and handed out her ID.

Although she has retired, she is still working as a consultant at the CIA to facilitate her work.

George Stacey took the documents and made a phone call to confirm that they were also archived and told his superiors that the CIA was involved in the case.

"Ms. Susan, as you can see, something is going on here."

After proving that the identities of Susan and the others were correct, he breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression remained serious: "Can you tell me why the CIA is here?"

"Confidential mission, it is not convenient to disclose."

Susan stared at the upper floors of the building, where the smoke was billowing: "Sheriff Stacey, what happened here?"