Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

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"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."

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 indifferently: "You will be sent to an ambulance due to a sudden illness, and this drink will end in embarrassment... And Pushkin, you will meet him in the morgue of the hospital."

"Oh?"

Wilson showed a look of astonishment, as if he couldn't believe it: "So, 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.

After the words fell, he and the two team members beside him, like tigers coming out of the cage, rushed towards Wilson in front of them with great momentum.

"It seems that it's not David's turn to make a move..."

However, when Wilson saw this, he suppressed the false panic on his face. He twisted his wrist, and suddenly tore off the white suit that was like a shackle on his body, showing a sinister smile instead.

"In that case, I'll play with you first, CIA bastards!!"

……

"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 flames shot up into the sky, and the cart was instantly torn apart under the action of the shock wave, and the metal fragments exploded in all directions.

Several people who were close to the explosion site were hit by the fish in the pond, their bodies were scratched by fragments of the explosion, and blood flowed profusely, flowing and converging on the smooth floor.

The waiter pushing the cart suffered a huge shock wave head-on, and ended up the worst.

The entire body was blown away, and the clothes on his body were also torn instantly, revealing the body armor inside and the 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.

The rest of the wounded were not life-threatening for the time being, but the sudden fear and pain made them hold their wounds and wailed, screaming again and again.

Even if the guests present had a lot of experience, this time it was an eye-opener.

One by one showed 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!!"

Chapter 48 Chaos

"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.