Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

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Mosley began to break out of sweat on his forehead.

He heard that Darryl had begun to doubt the truth behind this "terrorist attack".

"Mr. Governor, the other party's ability to sneak into Wilson Fisk's territory is enough to show their cunning. The FBI has no credit, but also hard work. Why bother to ask."

Andre smiled slightly, and suddenly interrupted: "Besides, you received the news in advance, and you didn't hesitate to risk yourself to participate in the reception, but also to catch the terrorists who secretly sneaked into New York. If this news gets out, the people of New York will definitely treat you More recognition would be a huge help for re-election, wouldn't it?"

"The people of New York need a real man like you, who knows that there are tigers in the mountains, and is partial to the tigers as the governor... The governors of other places, compared with you, are simply a bunch of sissies, who only talk about it in the newspapers Bitchi!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone around was stunned.

Received an early message?

He didn't hesitate to go to the county to attend the reception but also to catch terrorists?

Are you talking about that Darryl Richardson we just saw who was so scared that his face was white and he almost peed his pants?

Although everyone is an old fox, through the conversation, they realized that the attack behind it might not be that simple, but they still felt ashamed when they heard a few words from Andre that were understated.

Can flattery shoot like this?

Black can be called white by you! !

Fortunately, Andre didn't go into politics. If Andre joined politics, what would happen to them?

"Good, very good."

Darryl's eyes lit up, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he suddenly liked Andre's eyes.

He couldn't help saying: "Mr. Pushkin, you are really my confidant!"

"It's my pleasure."

Andre's smile deepened.

……

the other side.

"Mike, there are a lot of people on the other side, and we have no way to break through... Mike, can you hear me... Fake!!"

A Black Ops commando swears from behind a chair.

This is already another teammate he lost.

"Guys, how many of us are left? Is anyone alive?"

"Hardy, shut your mouth, we still have a chance."

"Do you want to surrender?"

"The other party will not accept our surrender. Even if we reveal our identity as the CIA, the CIA will not admit it... This is a black operation, and you know what it means."

"Fuck, do you think I don't know?"

The only five remaining members of the black action commando, you glanced at me and said something, and your tone was restless, and there was not a good word out of your mouth.

"Kidnapping hostages, fight with them!!"

"Do you think the other party will care about the hostage? Dude, they are gangsters, and the last thing they value is human life..."

"So we have only one dead end?"

"No, we can still pray to God to protect us..."

boom!

While speaking, a bullet drew a strange arc, flew over, and pierced Hardy's head.

Halfway through speaking, Hardy fell to the ground powerlessly.

He opened his eyes wide, blood gushed from his temples, and the despair in his heart dissipated at this moment, and he felt a little relieved.

The voice of the communication channel froze suddenly, and the death-like silence made people feel terrified.

Even the most optimistic team members, witnessing the successive deaths of their teammates, finally couldn't bear the tremendous pressure that came like a tide.

"Fake, fight with them!!"

Bang bang bang!

He rushed out and was undoubtedly shot to death.

There are three remaining members of the black ops commando team.

Wesley and the others took their time, surrounded the opponent slowly, gradually eroded their movement space, and never gave the opponent the slightest chance.

The situation is basically under control.

Even people who can't understand the situation know that one side of the shootout has basically secured victory.

Da da da!

Under the tense eyes of everyone, Wesley and others surrounded the remaining three people.

But they were not given any chance.

All the fraternity members present who had mastered the spear throwing technique all shot at the same time.

More than a dozen bullets hit a beautiful arc trajectory.

Chi Chi Chi! !

The remaining three agents were beaten into a sieve, bleeding all over the place, and there was no possibility of survival.

"Everyone, you are safe!"

Wesley signaled all the fraternity companions to raise their hands, expressing to the guests that the enemy is dead and we are our own.

Seeing this, most of the people in the arena instantly collapsed to the ground, followed by an unprecedented feeling of rejoicing, rejoicing that they did not become the unlucky ones who were shot by stray bullets.

Justin Hammer is one of them.

He looked at the unlucky guy who was swept away by the initial cart explosion and lay in a pool of blood, feeling powerless and gasping for breath. He regretted why he came to this reception on a whim.

However, his eyes swept across the hall and fell on Wesley and the others.

As an arms dealer, he can naturally see that these people's weapons are very common, but the amazing shooting skills they have mastered are astonishingly strong.

Whose subordinates are these people?

Wilson Fisk?

Justin Hammer couldn't help thinking.

As a successful businessman, his keen sense of smell made him realize that the truth behind this shootout is by no means simple.

……

"call--"

Seeing that the battle on the field ended successfully, Darryl ignored the small sacrifices made by innocent people, he was relieved, and then joy came to his heart:

"We won."

"Yes."

Andre smiled: "We won!"

Chapter 50 Epilogue

The dust has settled.

Time, eight o'clock in the evening.

Exactly 10 minutes had passed since the riot started and ended.

But in this short period of 10 minutes, the guests attending the reception deeply felt what it means to be in a world of ice and fire, and their emotions were ups and downs, as if they had experienced a thrilling theatrical performance immersively.

"Is there an ambulance at the door..."

Mosley was just about to communicate with his subordinates when he heard Darryl Richardson's question.

"Have!"

Mosley nodded: "We arranged..."

"Then hurry up and let the medical staff come in to save people!!"

Daryl yelled, and finally remembered his responsibility as the governor.

Without being reminded by anyone, he took the initiative to step forward quickly, stood at the speaking position at the reception, picked up the microphone of the protagonist, and calmed people's hearts:

"Everyone, all the terrorists who appeared at this reception have been wiped out, we are safe!"

Everyone secretly rolled their eyes, and you still need to say it.

"Tonight is the night of heroes!"

Darryl's next sentence stunned everyone.

Except for the few people who had followed Darryl before, everyone still couldn't figure out why Darryl stood up to speak after the attack.

"Twenty to 10 minutes before the reception, the FBI received intelligence that someone would carry out a terrible terrorist attack at the scene... After confirmation, the news is true."

Darryl's tone became heavy.

As a politician, he has a high ability to tell lies with his eyes open, and he has the ability to make up reasonable stories to praise himself in a very short period of time.

"I should have stood up to end the reception, but time was running out, and the terrorists arrived at the scene even earlier than us. Once the reception was stopped, the terrorists might launch an attack earlier. For this reason, I had to urgently mobilize manpower against them..."

"Fortunately, the result was perfect, we successfully defeated them!"

"First of all, I must thank the fighters who fought against the terrorists, they are heroes!"

The more Darryl talked, the more he devoted himself, his expression excited, and he raised his hand.

Wesley and the others, who were wearing the uniform of the reception staff, were instantly stunned.

Are we heroes now?

"Secondly, I would also like to thank everyone present. You have unparalleled courage. You did not back down in this confrontation with the terrorists. You have made due contributions to the eradication of terrorists. Everyone is duty-bound..."

"We are all heroes!!"

When Darryl said this, he was extremely excited, as if he believed it.

offstage.

The thunderous applause continued for several minutes, almost exceeding the time for the terrorists to attack.

Amidst the passionate speech, everyone applauded and rolled their eyes.

What about fooling the ghost?

There are almost no fools among the guests who are eligible to participate in this reception.

Many people are even well aware of Wilson Fisk's true identity.

Otherwise, they would not come to flatter the stinky feet of an ordinary real estate builder.

Is that the man you called?

That's probably Jin Bing's subordinate and security guard at the reception, right?

Justin Hammer squinted slightly, but kept moving his hands, with a faint smile on his face.