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A gunshot rang out, and the long barrel of the gun jerked back, and the muzzle erupted in a burst of fire.

A long, narrow, streamlined bullet with a threaded air duct flew out of the muzzle of the gunpowder explosion with the tremendous force of the explosion.

The speed of the bullet was very fast, and it shot surprisingly far, it flew over a long distance, flew over one high-rise building after another, and hit the glass window of the 34th floor of a high-rise building more than 1,000 meters away.

Even after such a long distance, the special armor-piercing warhead still shoots through this ordinary double vacuum glass!

The bullet shattered a bouquet of roses in the vase on the large desk, and then shot straight into the back of the desk, and the head of a middle-aged white man in a suit with his head slightly sideways exploded like a watermelon.

"Ah!!h

As if hearing movement, a blonde female secretary who was originally squatting under the desk raised her head, glanced up, and then let out a sharp exclamation.

Immediately, the door of the office was slammed open, and two strong men with pistols broke into the office, holding guns, and began to look around.

They were clearly well trained, one checking the man in the suit for injuries while the other looked around the room for something, and soon he spotted a bullet hole in the glass, put one hand to his ear, and began to say something anxiously into the microphone next to his mouth.

More than a thousand meters away from them, a white man in his thirties wearing a hoodie and jeans and an ordinary-looking man quickly disassembled the sniper rifle in his hand, and threw the parts of these firearms, as well as the anemometer, thermometer, hygrometer and other professional equipment on the side of the rooftop, into a thick iron vat next to him.

Then he took a matchbox from his jeans, took out a match, lit it with a stroke, and threw it into the tin bucket as well.

I don't know what was ignited, but a large stream of flames suddenly appeared from the tin bucket, and the flame burned so violently that even the obviously very heavy tin bucket burned red.

After doing all this, the white man in the hoodie put the hood back on his head, and then walked into the passage next to the rooftop, followed the stairs, and began to descend quickly.

By the time it walked out of the building, he had already changed his appearance, his face was still the same as before, but the clothes on his body, including his shoes, had changed into a new set, a hip-hop style leather jacket and big-toed shoes, and his hairstyle had exploded and opened, and even his body was two or three inches shorter than before.

Then he walked into a café next to the building, asked for a cup of coffee and a sandwich, and sat down in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

……

Wesley loved the moment, and unlike other killers, he enjoyed the safety of the moment after the kill.

Unlike other killers, he will not stay away from the scene of the incident at the first time and put himself in a state of complete safety, but will choose to stay near the scene, count the time when this place was discovered, and observe the angry and eager expressions of those security personnel and bodyguards after the target was killed.

A small sip of coffee, a small sip, a big sip of a sandwich, a big sip, just when the sandwich was finished and there was still half a cup of coffee left, a black business car stopped at the door of the building opposite.

The door of the business car opened, and four or five strong men in black suits jumped out of the car and headed for the building.

It can be clearly seen that their faces are all very eager, and their hands are pressed on their waists, but they may not have taken out the firearms on their waists because of the public.

The men in black suits were also very efficient, and they walked out of the door of the building just as Wesley had finished his coffee.

Unlike before they entered, their faces were all depressed now, one with their heads bowed, their heads drooping, and one of them angrily slammed the door of the van with his fist.

Wesley smiled, looked at the time on his watch, and muttered, "22 minutes, not bad, the Whitewater gang has finally grown a little." ”

Then, he took out a five-meter tip from his wallet and pressed it under the coffee cup, then walked across the street again, swaggered past the black-clothed bodyguards, and stopped a taxi on the side of the road, leaving this place of right and wrong.

……

It happened in the morning, but by the time Wesley got home, it was already night.

His home is an ordinary American-style two-story building, located in the suburbs, next to almost the same two-story buildings, forming a quiet and quiet small community.

Parking his Ford pickup in the garage, Wesley closed the garage door and walked into the house.

The lights were on in the house, and as soon as he entered, a little boy of five or six years old pounced on him: "Daddy! ”

"Eh~" Wesley's face was full of tenderness, he squatted down and hugged his son: "How is it, did you listen to your mother today?" ”

"Today I'm going to kindergarten!" The little boy was obviously close to him: "Miss Fox taught us to draw?" ”

"Oh? So what did you draw? Wesley asked with a smile.

"I drew my dad, my mom, and our house." As he spoke, the little boy struggled to get off him: "I'll show you." ”

"Tom! Time to eat! Eat first! Out of the kitchen came a twenty-seven-eighteen-year-old young woman with an elegant temperament, and she put a soup bowl on the table: "Come and eat!" ”

"Tom, come over for dinner first, draw and we'll see later!" Hearing his wife's words, Wesley hurriedly greeted his son and the family of three arrived at the dining table.

……

As the night wore on, Wesley gently looked at his sleeping son, gently closed the door to his son's room, and answered his bedroom.

His wife was already in bed, half-seated in a pair of pajamas, flipping through a book.

Wesley climbed onto the bed, stretched out a hand, and stroked his wife.

"Don't make a fuss!" But his wife held him down, and then asked, "Is your work going well today?" ”

"It went well, everything went very well." Wesley's body was a little more serious: "It's just an ordinary target, it's easy to solve, the money will be processed this week, and it will hit your account, don't worry." ”

"We already have a lot of money in our account, I think, should we think about taking it instead?" The wife said again.

"Stop? Hey, it's not like we can take it if we want to......" Wesley sighed, his voice soft: "I know this line of work is dangerous, but I can handle it, trust me, okay?" ”

"But I'm afraid......" The wife's voice was a little weak, but also a little firm.

"What's wrong?" Wesley seemed to hear something.

"I'm pregnant again!" The wife's voice was weak.

"Really?" Wesley's voice widened, then weakened again, "Okay, I'll consider your simplicity." 2k reading network