Darryl Richardson's anger is justified and justified.

Wilson Fisk, as the underground king of New York, sent him an invitation to a drinking party, not only to say that it was an effect, but also to show goodwill.

Although Wilson and Pushkin couldn't get along, he, as an official, was half an outsider, so he didn't bother to pay attention to the small actions of the people below.

As long as you pay the money on time, whoever is the boss can do it.

Daryl happily came to the reception, originally planning to take Wilson's promised political donation, and be re-elected as governor of New York with nine out of ten guarantees, to contribute to his political career, who would have thought of running into such a thing?

Although the meaning of the enemy is unknown, Daryl does not want to do anything and does not dare to take risks.

A great life is waiting to be enjoyed, how can you make a mistake here?

"Wilson Fisk?"

Mosley raised his eyebrows, corresponding to his identity, and finally remembered Pushkin.

Wilson Fisk's true identity may be hidden from ordinary police officers and ordinary FBI agents, but in the eyes of all high-level parties, it is not a secret.

As soon as he was about to pour some dirty water on Kim, he should make overtures to Pushkin.

As a result, Andrei's words made him stunned instantly.

"Mr. Governor, Wilson has taken control. You don't have to panic, I think, this farce will end soon! ”

Andrei reminded, his tone relatively calm, and he didn't show the slightest panic.

When everyone heard this, they looked up at the same time and looked at the battle.

Really.

The two centaurs were in the crowd, moving to find cover, and at the same time raising their guns and shooting, the movement was very fast.

Both sides seemed to be quite restrained, just taking each other as a target, and did not casually attack the guests around them.

Either side, it doesn't look like a real terrorist.

Moseley naturally knew why.

But from the perspective of others, they don't know anything about the situation.

The continuous sound of gunfire, the crisp collision of bullet casings falling to the ground, and the sound of stray bullets breaking through the air in my ears......

Interwoven into a chaotic symphony.

Panic, fear, confusion, all kinds of emotions converge, and everyone lost the energy to think.

All the gunners were dressed in the uniforms of the reception staff, and it was not clear which side was the enemy and which was their own.

In their current situation, both sides could be enemies!

"Those who have few people are enemies, and those who have many people are their own people."

Moseley observed carefully, gave full play to his professional ability, and said in a very affirmative tone: "After all, this is Wilson Fisk's territory, and even if there are enemies mixed in with it, there can't be too many of them...... Under no circumstances would Fisk really let the situation get out of hand. ”

"Not bad."

Andrei nodded and glanced at Moseley appreciatively.

"In that case, I'll wait for Wilson Fisk to give me an explanation."

Daryl calmed down and understood the status quo.

The current situation may seem dangerous, but it is not really out of control.

Now that Wilson Fisk's men are already dealing with it, it will soon be over if there are no surprises.

If something unexpected happens......

Daryl narrowed his eyes, he preferred to believe that there was no such possibility.

"Agent Moseley, you said the FBI received information that there would be a terrorist attack here, so you sent someone here?"

Suddenly, Daryl looked at Moseley beside him, and his tone suddenly returned to calm.

"Yes."

Moseley was respectful, as if he knew what the other party was going to ask, and took the initiative to say: "But the source of the information is unknown, it cannot be traced, and we don't know who the other party is." ”

"So, do you know who the enemy is? Where did it come from? ”

Daryl took his eyes off him and landed on the group of gunmen in front of him, noticing the movements of both sides, and spoke lightly, not angry:

"Since the other side has the ability to find out the enemy's actions, doesn't he have the identity of the enemy in the intelligence? Or is it ...... You know, but don't dare to say it? ”

“……”

Moseley began to sweat profusely on his forehead.

He heard that Daryl had begun to suspect the truth behind this "terrorist attack".

"Mr. Governor, the fact that the other party was able to infiltrate Wilson Fisk's territory is enough to show their cunning, the FBI has no credit, and there is hard work, so why bother asking."

Andre smiled slightly, and suddenly interjected: "Besides, you received the news in advance, and you did not hesitate to risk yourself to attend the drinking party, but also to catch the terrorists who secretly infiltrated New York, if this matter spreads, it will definitely make the people of New York more recognized by you, and it will be of great help to your re-election, isn't it?" ”

"The people of New York need a real man like you, who knows that there are tigers in the mountains and prefers to be the governor...... Governors elsewhere are like sissies compared to you, and they only talk in the newspapers......"

As soon as these words came out, the people around were all stunned.

Received the message early?

Do not hesitate to participate in the drinking party in the county to catch terrorists?

Are you talking about the Darryl Richardson we just met, whose face turned white with fright and almost peed his pants?

Although everyone is an old fox, through the dialogue, they realized that behind this attack, it may not be so simple, but hearing a few words from Andre made them feel ashamed.

Can a sycophant still shoot like this?

Black can be said to be white!!

Fortunately, Andrei did not enter politics, if Andrei joined politics, what else could they do?

"Yes, very good."

Daryl's eyes lit up, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and suddenly he saw how good Andre was pleasing to his eyes.

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

"It's my pleasure."

Andrei's smile deepened.

……

The other side.

"Mike, there are a lot of people on the other side, and we can't break through...... Mike, do you hear me...... Fack!! ”

A member of a Black Ops commando team hides behind a chair and yells.

This is already another teammate he has lost.

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

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

"Why don't you surrender?"

"The other side will not accept our surrender, and even if we identify ourselves as CIA, the CIA will not recognize ...... It's Black Ops, you know what that means. ”

"Fake, don't you think I know?"

The only five people left in the Black Ops Commando, you look at me with a word, the tone is restless, and there is not a good word in the mouth.

"Take hostages and fight them!!"

"You think the other party cares about hostages? Dude, they're gangsters, and the last thing they value is human life......"

"So, we have only one way to die?"

"No, we can still pray to God to save ......"

Bang!

As he spoke, a bullet made a strange arc and flew by, piercing Hardy's head.

Hardy was halfway through his words, and he fell to the ground weakly.

His eyes widened, blood gurgling from his temples, and the despair in his heart dissipated at this moment, and he felt a little relieved.

The voice of the call channel suddenly froze, and the deathly silence was terrifying.

Even the most optimistic team members, witnessing the successive deaths of their teammates, finally can't withstand the huge pressure that hits like a tide.

"Fake, fight with them!!"

Bang bang bang!

He rushed out, undoubtedly shot and killed.

There are three more Black Ops commandos left.

Wesley and the others were not in a hurry, slowly surrounding the other party, gradually encroaching on its movement space, and never giving the other party the slightest chance.

The situation is largely under control.

Even those who don't understand the situation know that one side of the shootout has basically locked in victory.

Da-da-da-da!

Under the nervous gaze of everyone, Wesley and the others surrounded the remaining three.

But they weren't given any chance.

All the members of the fraternity who had mastered the skill of throwing guns at the scene invariably shook their hands and shots.

A dozen rounds hit a beautiful arc trajectory.

Snort!!

The remaining three agents were beaten into a sieve, bleeding all over the ground, with no chance of survival.

"Guys, you're safe!"

Wesley motioned for all of his fellow Brotherhood members to raise their hands, and told the guests that the enemy was dead and that we were our own.

Seeing this, most of the people in the field instantly collapsed to the ground, and the ensuing unprecedented happiness ensued that they did not become unlucky eggs who were shot by stray bullets.

Justin Hammer is one of them.

He looked at the unlucky guy who was swept away by the explosion of the original cart and fell in a pool of blood without knowing whether he was alive or dead, and he only felt weak, gasping for breath, and regretting it extremely why he had the whim to participate in this drinking party.

However, his gaze swept across the hall and landed on Wesley and the others.

As an arms dealer, he could naturally see that these people's weapons were very ordinary, but their shooting skills were amazingly strong.

Whose men are these people?

Wilson Fisk?

Justin Hammer couldn't help but think.

As a successful businessman, he has a keen sense of smell, which makes him realize that the truth behind this shootout is by no means simple.

……

"Whew-"

Seeing that the battle in the field ended successfully, Daryl ignored the small sacrifices made by innocent people, breathed a sigh of relief, and then joy struck his heart:

"We've won."

"Yes."

Andrei smiled: "We have won!" ”