Twenty minutes before the start of the reception.

David and Fawkes were still weaving through the crowd, their eyes calm, seemingly casual wandering, actually communicating with the members of the Brotherhood interspersed among the attendants.

Wesley brought two glasses of wine without a trace.

"How?"

David smiled, "How was your experience today?" ”

"Don't say it, high-end red wine just doesn't taste the same."

Wesley was serious, and he didn't take a sip of it, and secretly poked and poked the little report: "I see that the butcher, the repairman, and the gunsmith are all so happy that they forget their mission." ”

"You're farting, I've been staring at it."

The gunsmith pretended to pass by, came to the trio, and motioned for them to look at the door, the waiter who was greeting them: "I'm 100% sure that person is the CIA." ”

"Just keep an eye on it, don't be too obvious, it's not time yet."

David took a sip of his wine.

"Pushkin has twenty minutes to arrive."

As he spoke, he looked at the time and ordered: "When Pushkin arrives, it will be time for us to act." ”

"Understood!"

Wesley and the gunsmith nodded, then staggered away.

A moment later.

An acquaintance appeared in David's line of sight.

"Agent Moseley, you're finally here."

David took the initiative to greet him, and Fawkes, who was beside him, walked away in a sense of interest, entered the crowd by himself, and found a corner.

"It's not gentlemanly behavior to snub a beauty like this."

Moseley's gaze lingered on Fox for a moment, revealing a look of surprise, and then lowered his voice, with a hint of solemnity, and leaned closer: "David, are you sure that the CIA will make a move against Pushkin tonight?" ”

"Of course, tonight is the last chance for the CIA, otherwise, Pushkin will have to leave the United States."

David nodded, took a glass of wine from the plate of a passing waiter and handed it to Moseley: "The Legend of Lafite series, the fruity aroma is very strong, try it more tonight, you can't usually drink such a good wine." ”

"Is Pushkin really willing to leave the United States?"

Moseley took the wine glass, but didn't care, but showed a suspicious look, and continued the topic just now: "If he leaves, what will happen to the business?" ”

"Business is more important than life."

David smiled: "Besides, how do you know that if Pushkin is gone, he will definitely not be able to hold the business in his hand?" ”

Moseley seemed to grasp the meaning thoughtfully.

Then I was pulled back to my thoughts by David's words.

"When Pushkin arrives, you will see my signal."

"Signal?"

Moseley was surprised: "What is the signal?" ”

"You'll know when the time comes."

Davy finished speaking, and disappeared from Moseley's vision.

……

At this time.

The captain of the CIA's Black Ops commando, Brooke, is counting the time.

He tugged at his collar and alerted the crowd through the microphone pinned to the collar.

"Three groups prepare, find their own positions, block the door, and wait for Pushkin to come in and report at any time."

"Roger."

"The first and second groups looked at my position and listened to my command, and as soon as I said that I would do it, they immediately subdued Pushkin and used a high dose of anesthetic, trying not to attract the attention of others."

"Roger."

"After dealing with Pushkin, you take Pushkin up to the second floor and join me, and Kim is also the target of our operation...... We only have 10 minutes this time, and we can't afford to make any mistakes. ”

"Roger."

Brooke is a great agent.

As captain, his skills are not inferior to McCall.

At this time, the members of the Black Ops Commando team were divided into three groups, pretending to be waiters, with smiles like a spring breeze on their faces, some holding wine glass trays, and some pushing fruit plate carts, very dedicated.

A group of people wandered through the crowd, occasionally bumping into their teammates head-on, signaling to each other, and they were all quite relaxed.

Unbeknownst to them, they had already entered the enemy's encirclement.

The members of the Brotherhood, who were also disguised as waiters, locked on to them all out of the corner of their eyes without a trace.

"I've got two on my side."

"Three of me here."

"I've got four here."

"I don't have ...... here"

Wesley et al. communicate through a miniature headset.

"There are twelve of them, and you have only found nine of them now, and there are three remaining whose locations are unknown......"

At this time, Fox's voice resounded throughout the call channel:

"The operation is about to begin, find out the rest of the people."

"No need to look for it."

David stood in the area on the second floor, condescendingly, looking at the dense crowd of people below, and then turned his head to look at the few people who seemed to be acting as Susan's bodyguards near the conference room, and said lightly: "The remaining three are on my side." ”

"Okay."

Fox nodded in confirmation: "Everyone, remember to wait for the signal." ”

"Understood."

The Brotherhood replied.

They were confident in the operation, as the Brotherhood members were almost all about to move.

A total of twenty members lurked inside.

Any disturbance of the other party cannot escape their eyes.

Time passes slowly.

"Pushkin has arrived."

"Pushkin has arrived."

Brooke and Fawkes' voices rang out almost simultaneously.

The members of the CIA's Black Ops Commando and the members of the fraternity were alerted at the same time, and they all focused and on alert.

The former's attention was on Pushkin, who was about to walk into the venue at the door.

The latter focuses on the former.

Da-da-da-da!

At this time, the venue seemed to be harmonious, and the guests talked and laughed with each other, and the actual undercurrent was surging.

Andrei finally arrived.

As Pushkin in the eyes of everyone, he walked into the arena with a smile, stood still for a few seconds, swept his eyes, found his circle of acquaintances, and walked towards Governor Darryl Richardson and others without hesitation.

Meanwhile.

As the organizer of the reception, Wilson walked out of the conference room on the second floor, stood on the railing on the second floor and looked down, his eyes falling on Andre.

Not far from him, Susan looked calm.

Around Susan, Brooke stepped forward with two of his teammates, stood in a semicircle, and surrounded Wilson.

"Miss Susan, the drinking party is about to begin, what does that mean?"

Wilson looked past the three people in front of him and looked at Susan behind Brooke and the others.

"Mr. Jin Ji, this is the end of this drinking party."

Susan said lightly: "You will be sent to the ambulance due to a sudden illness in a while, and this drinking party will end in an embarrassing end...... And Pushkin, you will meet him in the morgue of the hospital. ”

"Oh?"

Wilson looked stunned: "So, it turns out that I am also your target?" ”

"Yes, for the sake of cooperation, let you die clearly."

Susan waved her hand like Brooke and the others, signaling that they could do it.

"Goodbye, then."

"Do it."

Brooke blows the horn of action to the team through the headset.

As soon as the words fell, he and the two team members beside him, like tigers out of the cage, were full of momentum and pounced on Jin He in front of him.

……

"Where's the signal?"

Mosley watched Pushkin enter the venue, but nothing happened, his expression was nervous, and he moved his position without a trace, approaching Pushkin and the governor.

At the same time, his gaze scanned the crowd like a searchlight, waiting for a signal from David's mouth.

"Why is there no signal yet?"

Moseley frowned slightly, and began to wonder if something was wrong.

And then, right now.

Rumble!!

A fruit bowl cart pushed by a waiter exploded violently in a relatively remote corner of the venue.

The cart split apart in an instant, and metal shards exploded in all directions, but fortunately it was in the corner and didn't hurt anyone.

However, the flames rose into the sky, and the waiter who was subjected to a huge shock wave head-on, his entire body was blown away, and the clothes on his body were torn in an instant, revealing the body armor on his body and the weapon belt around his waist.

"Exploded? What is that? ”

"What's the matter, how can he have a gun on him?"

"What the hell is going on?"

The crowd was frightened.

The waiter who had suffered the explosion was unconscious, and although his body was intact, the flesh and blood on his face and neck were blurred, and he was basically confirmed to be unable to live.

Although the guests present had a lot of knowledge, this time it was also an eye-opener.

One by one, they looked terrified.

"Fack, is that what you're talking about?"

In the crowd, Moseley's pupils shrank, and he instantly came back to his senses.

- "You'll know when the time comes!" ”

Thinking of David's words, corresponding to the situation in front of him, I couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

Immediately after, Mosley immediately rushed to Pushkin and others.

However, his target this time was not Pushkin, but Governor Darryl Richardson beside him.

"Sir, I'm Moseley, an FBI agent, there was a terrorist attack at the scene, the target of the other party is unknown, it could be any of you, get out of here with me!!"