Wesley tossed out a black leather wallet. The sheriff picked it up. He knew it was an ID folder. He flipped it open and was dumbfounded when a badge came into view.
"Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Security Bureau, level four agent?" The sheriff was dumbfounded again. What is going on? Why do you, a billionaire, have such an identity? He looked at Wesley in confusion. He wanted to know the answer.
Wesley pointed to his ID. "They can erase my firearms records, but I don't believe they can erase my identity registration. This is an ID registered by the special department of the General Administration, not something that can be erased by the New York Division. So this matter has nothing to do with you. Just wait for the lawyer's letter." Wesley took back his ID and turned to leave.
The sheriff stood rooted to the ground. He had not expected this at all. The other party actually had such an identity. He had heard of this organization before. It was a very mysterious organization. It seemed that the United States government did not have much say. It was a very independent organization.
He was in big trouble. He hurriedly went to make another call. "Hey, he's actually a level-four agent of the Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Security Bureau. Do you know about this situation? Our police force can't do anything to him."
"I know very well, you don't have to complain, your benefits will not be less. Has he left now? It's a little early…" The person opposite said with some distress.
"What do you mean? What are you going to do?" The sheriff had a bad feeling.
"You don't need to know. Just stay in peace. It's not good for you to know more about us." The sheriff then heard a busy signal. The other party put down the phone, but the sheriff had a bad feeling.
Wesley walked out of the 56th Precinct. "You guys go back first and wait for Phillip. When the time comes, tell him what happened and then sue." The three lawyers left directly, and Wesley looked at the time. It was not very late. It was about seven o'clock in the evening. He thought about the other party's purpose and then drove out of the police station.
Wesley drove home a little cautiously, and nothing happened along the way. He went straight to the door of the parking lot of the apartment. The security guard at the door was a new face. He sat in the security room and glanced at Wesley, then went back to staring at the newspaper in his hand. Wesley looked at him, and then he punched in the card and drove in, but he had taken both guns out and put them on his legs. He drove slowly to his parking space.
After loading the bullets, he asked Apple to send some clips out of his body space and put them in the pockets of his suit. Then, he got out of the car with two guns and his heart began to beat faster. When he entered the door just now, the unfamiliar security guard attracted his attention. A security guard reading the financial newspaper obviously did not match his identity, and at the same time, it was an unfamiliar face.
Wesley paid a lot of attention to the people and things around him during his short experience as an assassin. He had seen all the security guards in the apartment, even if they were new. Was there a coincidence in this world?
There were bound to be coincidences, but at this fixed time and place, all coincidences were just a cover. Wesley got out of the car with his gun and looked around, his ears listening carefully.
Now, his body was several times that of an ordinary person, and so was his hearing. He listened quietly to all the sounds in the underground parking lot. Many heartbeats entered his ears. Wesley knew that these people were lying in wait for him, although they were trying to control their emotions.
Wesley calculated the heartbeats he heard. Fifteen people were around, not counting the security guard at the door, so there had to be at least sixteen people on the other side. But Wesley didn't think there were only so many of them. There had to be more. Otherwise, these people would not be enough for him to kill. How were Carlos and the others?
He took out the phone and still stood beside the car. This place could effectively withstand the attack of bullets. "Hello, are you guys home?"
"Is something wrong? We have gone home. Mindy and Hannah are here. We are cooking together." Carlos felt that Wesley was in trouble.
"It's okay. It's just some small fish. I'm afraid they will harass you," Wesley said indifferently.
"That's good. Do you need me to go?"
"No, just look after the house. But these people are a little bold. I need to teach them a lesson and show them the gap." Wesley put down the phone. Carlos was not worried about Wesley's safety. Wesley was better than him, especially when besieged.
Putting down the phone, Wesley walked directly to the elevator. The other party was obviously lying in wait for the elevator. There was no cover here. A random shot could kill anyone. Of course, that was how they understood it.
Wesley was walking normally, one step at a time, but the two guns in his hands made him look out of place. Suddenly, Wesley's arms began to shake. Two shots rang out, and all the ambushers felt their hearts skip a beat. The other party had not even reached their position. How could someone have fired?
The gunshot was the signal. All the ambushers got up. They were going to attack, but the first to fall was the ambusher closest to Wesley. The bullet bypassed their cover and hit them directly in the head. The circle had a flaw.
Wesley suddenly quickened his pace and ran to the left. He stepped on a sedan on the left and jumped up, his body flying forward in the air. The ambushers below, who were getting up to attack him, could be seen at a glance.
Two shots rang out, and the ambushers began to fall. Wesley calculated silently that there were eight of them now, and he had killed eight of them. His body fell and he hid behind a car. At that moment, gunshots rang out behind him, and assault rifles, submachine guns, and some handguns rained down on him.
The tires of the vehicles covering him were blown up one after another, and the car became shorter. The windows kept shattering, and the bullets hit the body of the car with a crisp clang.
Wesley listened to the enemy's firing position as bullet casings continued to fall to the ground. Ten seconds later, the attack stopped. Crack, crack, crack. They were reloading. Wesley got up in an instant and fired with both guns.
The sound of bullets entering flesh was heard, and then the ambushers began to fall one by one. The bullets were all gone, and Wesley crouched down again, but he moved immediately, crouching and moving, but very fast, reloading as he moved.
"Boom!" Wesley had just left his original position when a grenade flew over. The heavily damaged car directly exploded and jumped up. All the cars in the parking lot activated their alarms, which directly affected Wesley's hearing.
"Apple, can you filter these sounds?" Wesley asked.
"No, the sound is transmitted through air vibrations, and the ears rely on eardrum vibrations to receive it. I can't filter it, so I can only choose to listen or not to listen." Wesley frowned, then looked around. The cars in the parking lot are all high-end cars, and each of them has bright car paint.
With the help of the reflection, Wesley began to check his surroundings. Because of the explosion, the ambushers had now lost Wesley's position. They began to approach cautiously. There were not many left. Fifteen people had been ambushed in the parking lot, and now there were only three left.
Wesley could not afford to be careless. These people were clearly not enough. There had to be another group or several groups lying in wait in other positions.
He didn't know that there were only so many people. There were no more ambushers. The other party didn't know much about Wesley and had designed the ambush based on the assessment results.
Wesley was from the Brotherhood and Hydra knew all about it, but they didn't know exactly how good Wesley was. Nick Fury had brought Wesley's information to headquarters and Maria Hill was in charge of keeping it, so it was difficult for them to get first-hand information. The source of everything was nothing more than a one-and-a-half-star phone conversation with the Brotherhood and a record of an assessment by SHIELD's New York Division.
Alice, the level-five agent they had sent out last time, had died for no reason. After her body was found, they did not make a sound. Instead, they became quiet. The purpose of sending Alice out was to absorb Gibson and his son into Hydra, but it seemed that the effect was not good, so they fell silent. Wesley thought that the other party had given up, but he did not expect that they had been monitoring him. The means of surveillance must have been using technological equipment. Otherwise, he and Apple would have noticed it.
It seemed that he was still very weak in this aspect. Apple was a biological computer, and there were some drawbacks to the link with the hardware. He needed to think of a way.
Wesley did not know the exact number of people outside. Now he saw three of them, and they were closing in on him. He frowned and thought for a moment, then turned around and took a few steps back. Then he swung his arms and two bullets flew from both sides of the vehicle. They flew through the spaces between the vehicles.
Two more people fell, and the remaining one panicked. He turned around and ran toward the door of the parking lot, where there was still someone there to meet him. Wesley got up and looked around, feeling that something was wrong. If there was still someone on the other side, then this person should not have run away directly. It was obvious that his mind had exploded.
Puzzled, Wesley ran out after him. The man in front ran in a panic, straight to the entrance. A man in a security guard's uniform had his right hand on his holster, ready to draw his gun.
Seeing an accomplice running over in a panic, he felt that things might not be going smoothly enough. Then he saw Wesley behind him and pulled out his gun to shoot.
Wesley also raised his gun and fired. The bullets met and collided in the air one by one, and sparks flew between the two of them. The disguised security guard finally emptied all his bullets, and Wesley still had a gun. He raised his gun and fired, killing the disguised security guard. He casually shot the last ambusher.
"Don't come over, don't come over…" The last man was obviously frightened. After he was shot in the leg, he couldn't run anymore and could only crawl forward on the ground. Wesley came over and stepped on him, and then the apple began to invade his brain.
Not long after, Apple reported that the collection of information had been completed. Wesley shot the last person. "Tell me, why are there only so few people?"
"They don't know much about you, so they think you're just a top-notch assassin. They want to recruit you because your father's assassination skills are what they need. However, the previous incident made them think that you won't join, so they've been watching you until this opportunity appeared."
"The incident at the school was an emergency. They thought that there was a chance and let the gangs deal with you first. However, those people did not have guns and were directly defeated by you. The next step was to erase your firearms information. However, since you showed your S.H.I.E.L.D. ID, they could only carry out the assassination. A total of 16 people participated in the operation. They thought it was enough and surrounded you at the elevator and fired. There was no possibility of survival."
Wesley thought for a moment, then asked, "Don't they know what I'm capable of?"
"I know, but there is no intuitive concept. No matter how powerful your ability is, they have never seen it before. They don't know how strong you are."
"That means I'm completely underestimated. No wonder they dared to send so few people. I thought there were a few more groups. It's really…" Wesley was a little angry that they underestimated his strength. He couldn't stand it and took out his phone.
"Phil, where are you now?" Wesley called Phil Coulson.
"At Washington headquarters. I'm organizing the personnel, but the personnel is not very easy to choose. I don't know who is trustworthy. What's the matter?" Phil is worried about the operations personnel now, because this trip to New York is to clean up internal problems and there is a possibility of a firefight, but who can be trusted to start worrying.
"Just bring people over. Let me help you distinguish. I was ambushed just now. There are a total of 16 people, all of them are from the New York branch. I don't know how things will develop."
"You can tell?" Phil Coulson was surprised.
"That's right, one of my abilities. Now we need to clean up the New York branch as soon as possible. At the very least, we have to ensure that the staff of this branch does not belong to the other party. Otherwise, the losses will be too great in the future."
"According to you, they have completely penetrated every aspect of SHIELD. Will they be alerted if I make a move in New York?" Phil now doesn't dare to make a move.
"They don't know my ability, so it doesn't matter. We'll use this as a starting point. The reason is definitely enough. We'll only catch this time, under the banner of reorganization. As long as they don't know my ability, they won't do anything. Don't tell anyone about this."
"Alright, I understand. I'll bring people over directly. I hope you can distinguish them accurately. You must have solid evidence to make them talk. Otherwise, the entire team will disperse. Once there's a firefight, we'll be at a disadvantage."
"Don't worry, we can conduct this investigation in batches and ask the branch officers one by one. This way, I can completely distinguish them."
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