Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

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 ridiculously strong!

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?!"

Chapter 49 Victory

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, didn't they indicate the enemy's identity in the intelligence? Or...you know, but dare not say it?"

"..."