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14.35% New Staff of S. H. I. E. L. D. / Chapter 83: Means

Chương 83: Means

Biên tập viên: Atlas Studios

Philip was now flushed with success. Since the first time he had met the Gibson father and son, his income had begun to increase, which allowed him to do his best to complete every job Wesley had given him.

Finally, he reached the peak of his career and became the director of the legal department of the Union Games Company. He was in charge of forming a legal team. Ordinary small companies can't afford to support lawyers. Lawyers belong to a high-income profession and are also a relatively prestigious profession. In the United States, everyone basically can't do without lawyers because there are so many laws in the United States that you can't remember them at all, especially when each state has its own set of laws that you can't understand unless you are a professional.

When his boss called him again today, he was very happy. It was a good time to show off the fruits of his labor, so he first asked the three lawyers stationed in New York to go to the 56th Precinct. This fully explained his meticulousness. He knew where his boss's house was and he knew where it was under his jurisdiction.

Afterward, Phillip led a dozen lawyers on a direct flight to New York. They could get there in a few hours. There were a lot of flights between California and New York, and Hollywood stars could often be seen.

Wesley asked Carlos to take Mindy away, and then he entered the 56th Precinct with three lawyers who were waiting early in the morning. The sheriff looked at the lawyers behind Wesley and was a little scared. The police hate lawyers the most. The rich are not scary, but the lawyers behind them are. Now there are three of them, and it seems that this is not all of them, but only New York garrisoned, and the lawyers behind are coming.

There was a special room for taking statements. Wesley led the way and sat in a row with his lawyer. There were only two people opposite him, the sheriff and a recorder. There was a clear difference in their imposing manner.

"Mr. Wesley, can we start now? We need to ask for your information first." The sheriff asked directly.

The lawyer beside Wesley began to communicate with him in a low voice. Wesley felt that there was no need to hide anything. His superficial identity, SHIELD, had no other arrangements. He himself was the chairman of a company and did not need any other arrangements. Moreover, he was part of the Avengers program and was different from other agents.

"Yes, let's start!" Wesley nodded.

"Name!"

'Wesley Gibson!'

"Age!"

"Twenty-six!"

"Profession!"

"The chairman of Union Games, a shareholder of Stark Industries!" Wesley said. But after the sheriff heard it, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. A shareholder of Stark Industries alone is not easy to deal with. Stark Industries also has a legal team, and they used to sell arms. Although they don't sell now, their stock is rising every day.

He also knew about the Alliance Game Company. It had recently begun to join forces with the rest of the world. A signing banquet was reported by all the major media outlets in the United States. The chairman was called Wesley. Now it seemed that he was alone. His market value was estimated to be more than $50 billion, and he would rule the American Internet Instant Communication Market.

"So, Mr. Wesley Gibson, can you tell us what happened today?" The sheriff composed himself and then asked.

"Of course, a lot of people saw it. There's nothing you can't say…" Wesley told them what happened today and then asked, "Can I ask you why it took the police so long to arrive?"

"Well… traffic. After all, it's New York."

"Ha, ha…" Wesley's response was "ha, ha." Although New York traffic is a big problem, there must be patrols. Every block has a patrolling officer. Why didn't the patrolling officers arrive?

The sheriff knew that this kind of thing didn't make any sense, so he immediately changed tactics. "Mr. Wesley Gibson, at that time your sister fired three shots. I don't know whose gun it was. Do you have a license to carry it?"

Wesley smiled. He wasn't afraid of that, because his two guns were registered to S.H.I.E.L.D. "The guns are mine. It's not appropriate to shoot them in front of the school, so I threw them in the car as a safeguard for my sister. She can use the guns to protect herself if necessary. Do you need to see some ID?"

"Of course it would be best if I could see it." The sheriff needed to stall for time now. He took the ID provided by Wesley and went out to check, but he called the headquarters first.

"I got into big trouble to help you. Do you know who that person is? The chairman of the Union Games Company, his legal team is coming. What should I do?" The sheriff complained to the other end of the phone in his office.

"Don't worry, even if you lose your job, I will still give you a lot of money. You can directly retire and you don't have to worry about anything. Didn't he shoot? Go and check his gun ID, you will be surprised." Then he put down the phone.

The sheriff was stunned for a moment. Wesley Gibson didn't look like he was lying. Could it be that the person who wanted to deal with him had erased the information on the ID? He hurriedly began to check on the computer. Sure enough, there was no record of two guns. He smiled. The charge of illegal gun possession was not small. There would be a lawsuit.

The refreshed sheriff came straight back, pushed open the door, and went in. Wesley felt that something was wrong. Why did he look so happy?

"Mr. Wesley Gibson, your two guns are not registered. You are illegally armed," the sheriff said with a smile.

"Haha, so you mean to say that my ID is fake, right?" Wesley did not panic. His ID is definitely real. If there is no record, then it has been deleted. But you can delete the record, but you can't destroy the ID. Then this matter is worth talking about.

The sheriff was stunned at first, then said, "This… I need to investigate this. It might take a little longer."

"You don't need to take so long, because this matter is no longer under your control. I am leaving now, and your police station will wait for my lawyer's letter." Wesley got up directly. Hydra seems to be on the move. It is hard to say what their purpose is, so Wesley doesn't want to argue with the police now.

The three lawyers were stunned, but their boss's words were an order. They also got up and prepared to leave. If the police stopped them, it would be time for them to move out.

"Mr. Wesley, you can't leave like this. We need you to clarify the issue of the gun." The sheriff wanted to stop them. If both sides could reach a settlement, then they would not be prosecuted. The three lawyers were ready to show their existence, but Wesley waved his hand and said, "Look at this." Another ID was thrown out.


Chương 84: Ambush

Biên tập viên: Atlas Studios

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.


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