Wesley threw out a black wallet, and the sheriff took it up. He knew it was a card. When he opened it, he was stunned and a badge appeared in front of him.

"Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau, Level 4 Agent?" The sheriff was stunned again. What is this situation? Why do you, a billionaire, have such an identity? He looked at Wesley in confusion, and he wanted to know the answer.

Wesley pointed to his ID, "They can eliminate my firearm record, but I don't believe they can eliminate my ID registration. This is a certificate registered by the special department of the General Administration, not something that can be eliminated by the New York Branch, so this matter has nothing to do with you. Just wait for the lawyer's letter." Wesley took the ID back and turned around and left.

The sheriff stood there stupidly. He never expected that this would be the case. The other party had such an identity. He had heard of this organization. It was a very mysterious organization. It seemed that the US government did not have much say. It was a very independent organization.

He was in big trouble, so he hurriedly called again, "Hey, he is actually a fourth-level agent of the Land and Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau. Do you know this situation? Our police have no choice but to do anything to him."

"I know very clearly. Don't complain. Your benefits will not be less. Has he left now? It's a bit early..." The person opposite said with some distress.

"What does it mean? What are you going to do?" The sheriff had some bad premonition.

"You don't need to know, just stay at ease. You know too much about our affairs, it will not be beneficial to you." The sheriff then heard a busy voice, and the other party put down the phone, but the sheriff had some bad premonition.

Wesley walked out of the 56th branch, "You go back first, wait for Philip, tell him what happened, and then sue." The three lawyers left directly, and Wesley looked at the time. It was not very late, and it was around seven o'clock in the evening. He was thinking about the other party's purpose, and then drove away from the police station.

Drive along the way, Wesley walked home cautiously, but there was nothing wrong along the way and went directly to the door of the parking lot of the apartment. The security guard at the door was a naive face, sitting in the security room and looking at Wesley, then continued to stare at the newspaper in his hand. Wesley glanced at him and directly checked in, but he had already taken out his gun and placed it on his legs. The speed of the car was not fast, so he slowly stopped at his own parking space.

The bullet was loaded, and then the apple was asked to send some magazines out of the space inside the body and put them in the pocket of the suit. Then he got out of the car with two guns, and his heartbeat began to accelerate. Just now, when he was entering the door, the strange security guard attracted his attention. A security guard read a financial newspaper, obviously not very consistent with his identity, and at the same time he was a strange face.

Assassin's brief experience, Wesley was very concerned about the people and things around him. He had seen all the security guards in the apartment. Even if they were newcomers, it would not be possible to be such a coincidence. Is there any coincidence in this world?

There will definitely be coincidences, but at this fixed time and place, all coincidences are just concealment. Wesley got out of the car with a gun and looked around, and his ears were listening carefully.

Nowadays, our bodies are several times that of ordinary people, and the same is true for hearing. Listening quietly to all the sounds of the underground parking lot, a lot of heartbeats are heard. Wesley knows that these people are ambushing him, although they are trying to control their emotions.

Wesley calculated the heartbeat sound he heard. Fifteen people were around, not counting the security guard at the door, so there were at least sixteen people on the other side. However, Wesley didn't think they had only so many people, and there should be more people, otherwise these people would definitely not be enough to kill themselves. How are Carlos and the others?

I took out the phone and stood next to the car. This place can effectively resist the bullet attack, "Hey, are you going home?"

"Is something wrong? We've already gone home, Mindy and Hannah are all here, we're cooking together." Carlos felt that Wesley was in trouble.

"It's okay, just some little fish, I'm afraid they will harass you." Wesley said indifferently.

"That's good, do you need me to go?"

"No, just be optimistic about the family, but they are a little braver. I need to teach them some lessons to let them see the gap." Wesley put down the phone. Carlos was not worried about Wesley's safety. Wesley is better than him, especially when he was besieged.

After putting down the phone, Wesley walked straight to the elevator. The other party was obviously at the ambush entrance. There was no blockade here. Guns could kill anyone. Of course, they understood this way.

Wesley walked normally step by step, but the two guns in his hand made him look not so normal. Suddenly, Wesley's arms shaking, and two "bang" gunshots, all the ambushers trembled in their hearts. Before the other party reached the position, why did anyone shoot?

Gunshots are signals, all the ambushers stood up and they were about to start attacking, but the first one fell down was the ambush who was closest to Wesley. The bullets bypassed their bunker and directly hit their heads, and a flaw appeared in the encirclement.

Wesley's steps suddenly accelerated, ran to the left, stepped on a car on the left and jumped up, flying forward in the air, and the ambush who was getting up below to attack him was clear at a glance.

"Bang bang bang" two guns fired continuously, and the ambushers began to fall down continuously. Wesley silently calculated in his mind that there were eight people, and he killed eight people. His body fell down and hid directly behind a car. At this time, the gunshots behind him rang out, "Da da da" assault rifle, submachine gun and some pistols splashed over like raindrops.

The tires of the vehicle that were covering him were blown up one after another, the car was shorter, the windows were constantly shattered, and bullets hit the body of the car, making a crisp jingle sound.

Wesley listened to the enemy's shooting position, and the bullet case kept falling to the ground. After more than ten seconds, the attack stopped. "Scratch and Scratch" them changing magazines. Wesley stood up instantly and kept firing with both guns.
Chapter completed!