The next morning, Wesley got up early, washed up and started to sort out his equipment. His main weapon was three pistols, two ordinary undecorated ones were placed directly in the holster under his armpit, one on the left and right, and the carved one was inserted directly into the back waist.

The short dagger was tied to the left arm, the long dagger was tied to the right leg, put on the ordnance jeans, put on the leather jacket, and the grenade was hung directly on the lining of the jacket, with several holes on it, and moved the body for a while, without any obstacles.

"The firecrackers you want have been placed behind, and the leads can be lit in the cab. This black one is the control button behind the garbage truck. I will support you in a high-rise building two kilometers away." Carlos said.

The distance between two kilometers is two thousand meters. It is impossible for ordinary snipers to provide support at this distance. Ordinary snipers cannot do it either, but Carlos can do it. This is the strength of the top assassin.

"Report, the Gibson and his son seem to be taking action." S.H.E.L.D.'s surveillance has been maintained. Today they saw that the father and his son had left the house and seemed to have brought all the things they prepared.

"Very good, keep monitoring, let's see how strong their father and son are."

Wesley drove the garbage truck straight to the No. 17 Textile Factory. He recalled the plot of the movie along the way, but when he was about to get to the place, he forgot all of them again, because remembering these is equivalent to dying. After all, the situation is completely different, everything has changed, so what he learned is the most important thing.

"How is it? Is it in place?" Wesley parked the garbage truck on the other side of the bridge. Before he could drive over, he just waited for Carlos to take his seat.

"It's time to wait for me, it takes time to arrange it." Carlos was not an ordinary sniper rifle, and it was not one. He first used a military telescope bought by Wesley to observe the distance and position, then placed a folding chair for travel, and then opened several large backpacks to start erecting a bracket.

He arranged six brackets in succession, and then took out his gun, a total of six long-tube sniper rifles with musket-shaped appearance. Wesley never asked about his favorite things. This depends on his personal preference, and it must make sense to use these, as long as it has a good effect.

"Okay, don't advance too fast. My sniper rifles are all single shots, and there are only six, so it takes time to load them." Carlos reminded.

"No problem, I'm not a rookie either, and you have to pay attention to your safety. They may have someone outside. Once you fire a gun, you will definitely expose your own bullets, leaving a gun's bullet, and you can counterattack the long-range sniper at any time."

"I understand." Carlos hung up the phone and then observed the locations around him that could threaten him. There were not many such locations, and he had checked them in advance, so there would be no problems in a short period of time, but he still had to be careful.

Wesley drove the car twice, drove directly across the bridge deck, and came to the gate of the textile factory. When he opened the steering wheel, the front of the car was directly thrown to the opposite direction of the gate.

At this time, someone opened the small window in the door and looked at the garbage truck strangely. It was not until Wesley started to reverse the car that he knew that someone was attacking.

"Boom" the gate was knocked out directly, and the garbage truck drove in. Wesley parked the cab at the gate and used the walls on both sides of the gate to protect himself.

Sloan looked down at him and then said, "Kill him." The assassins in the textile factory were in charge of defense outside the room and drove by at the same time. "Dadadada" was the sound of an automatic rifle. A large amount of automatic firepower fired, and a "ding-bell" sound hit the garbage truck. Wesley hurriedly pressed the control key and then lit the lead of the firecracker.

"Bang bang bang bang" firecrackers sounded, and the mice in the rear car felt fear, screaming and trying to escape from here. Then the exit appeared, and they rushed out. The outside was wide enough, and they immediately dispersed and began to escape. The fierce gunfire also made them tremble, and their four calves kept moving.

Sloan looked at these mice strangely. The distance was a bit far, and he couldn't see clearly what strange things these mice had.

At this time, Wesley opened the shutter at the bottom of the cab. This was done by Carlos. He got from here to the bottom of the car, lay there waiting for the arrival of time, and pulled out the pistol from the holster under his armpit at the same time, stabilizing the magazine and grenade on his body.

Time passed minute by minute, and the gunshots around began to stop, but then the gunshots rang again because the mice had already rushed in. The mice carrying electronic watches were enough to attract attention, and they were crawling everywhere, bravely rushing to every corner of the textile factory, playing unscrupulously, even if they didn't have much life.

"Damn these are bombs." The repairman irritably killed the rats with his pistols, but the number was too large, less than a thousand, but only a few hundred, and even if the rats were killed, the bombs on their bodies would not be lifted.

"Time is up." Wesley looked at the watch, then leaned down with his head in his arms.

"Boom boom boom boom" continuous explosions sounded at various locations, "Chala" all the glass in the textile factory was broken, and screams kept ringing. The amount of explosives on the upper body of a single mouse was not much, and their small body could not carry too much weight, so in general, many people were injured, especially on the legs, and some were unlucky, which caused the head to die.

"Bang" Carlos fired, and he fired at the first sound of the explosion. His primary target was the gunmen on the surrounding exterior walls. They pose the greatest threat to Wesley. When the first shot was fired, he had no time to load the bullets and immediately fired with a second sniper rifle, and another person fell down.

Weslimer counted the number of explosions, but it was not that he was counting silently. His speed was not that fast. It was Apple using his eardrum to calculate the number and position of the explosions.

"You can act." You can't wait for the explosion to end, otherwise the other party would have the chance to react. Wesley's heartbeat began to accelerate. When he got out of the bottom of the car, his heartbeat reached the fastest speed.

His arms began to wave, and his head swayed simply and quickly. He clearly saw the surrounding environment. His two guns fired continuously, and eight people fell down instantly. Then he swung his right arm and a bullet flew out, hitting an assassin behind the pillar in a graceful arc. The window of the main door was no longer glass, so he could clearly see the panicked people inside.

The two guns were raised in a straight line, and the "bang bang bang" fired continuously, directly shooting into the window force on the front. This is the weaving workshop, the most crowded position, and everyone here is an assassin, and he can kill his character at any time, but Wesley was not panicked when he looked at their slow motion.
Chapter completed!