Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

Twenty minutes before the reception starts.

David and Fox were still walking among the crowd, their eyes were calm, and they seemed to be wandering around inadvertently, but they were actually communicating with the fraternity members who were interspersed among the waiters.

Wesley brought two glasses of wine without a trace.

"How about it?"

David smiled and said, "How was your experience today?"

"Don't tell me, high-end red wine just tastes different."

Wesley was serious, pretending that he had not stolen a sip, and secretly reported: "I think the butcher, the repairman and the gunsmith are all so happy that they have forgotten their mission."

"You fart, I've been watching you."

The gunsmith pretended to be passing by, came to the three of them, and motioned them to look at the waiter who was greeting the guests at the door: "I'm 100% sure that that person is CIA."

"Just stare, don't be too obvious, it's not time yet."

David took a sip of wine.

"Pushkin will arrive in twenty minutes."

As he spoke, he looked at the time and ordered: "As soon as Pushkin arrives, it's time for us to take action."

"clear!"

Wesley and the gunsmith nodded, then staggered away.

After a while.

An acquaintance appeared in David's sight.

"Agent Mosley, you are finally here."

David took the initiative to greet him, while Fox beside him saw the situation and left. He entered the crowd and found a corner.

"It is not a gentleman's behavior to neglect a beauty like this."

Mosley's eyes lingered on Fox for a moment, showing a look of surprise. Then he lowered his voice with a hint of solemnity and said closer: "David, are you sure that CIA will take action against Pushkin tonight?"

"Of course, tonight is the CIA's last chance, otherwise Pushkin will leave the United States."

David nodded, took a glass of wine from the passing waiter's plate and handed it to Mosley: "The Lafite Legend series has a strong fruity aroma. Try it tonight. You can't drink such a good wine normally.

"

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

Mosley took the wine glass, but did not pay attention to it. Instead, he looked suspicious and continued the topic: "What will happen to the business if he leaves?"

"Compared with business and life, life is more important."

David smiled and said: "Besides, how do you know that after Pushkin leaves, you will definitely not be able to hold on to the business in your hands?"

Mosley was thoughtful and seemed to understand the deeper meaning.

Then David's words brought him back to his thoughts.

"When Pushkin arrives, you will act according to my signal."

"Signal?"

Mosley was surprised: "What is the signal?"

"You'll know then."

After David finished speaking, he disappeared from Mosley's sight.

…

at this time.

The leader of the CIA Black Ops Commando, Brooke, is counting the seconds.

He pulled his collar and alerted the players in the crowd through the microphone attached to his collar.

"The three groups are ready to find their own positions, seal the door, and wait for Pushkin to come in and report at any time."

"receive."

"The first and second teams looked at my position and listened to my instructions. As soon as I told him to take action, they immediately subdued Pushkin and used a high dose of anesthetic to try not to attract other people's attention."

"receive."

"After dealing with Pushkin, you take Pushkin up to the second floor and meet me. Kingpin is also the target of our operation... We only have ten minutes this time, so we can't make any mistakes."

"receive."

Brooke is a very powerful agent.

As a captain, his abilities are not inferior to McCall's.

At this time, the members of the Black Ops Commandos were divided into three groups, pretending to be waiters, with spring-like smiles on their faces. Some were carrying wine glasses and trays, and some were pushing fruit tray trolleys. They were very dedicated.

A group of people wandered among the crowd, occasionally bumping into teammates and signaling to each other, all in a relaxed state.

They had no idea that they had already entered the enemy's encirclement.

The brotherhood members who were also disguised as waiters, without leaving any trace, locked eyes with them all from the corner of their eyes.

"I have two here."

"I have three here."

"I have four here."

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

Wesley and others communicate via tiny headsets.

"There are a total of twelve of them. You have only found nine of them now, and the positions of three are still unknown..."

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

"The operation is about to begin. Find the remaining people."

"Keep the change, please."

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

"good."

Fox nodded and confirmed: "Everyone remember to wait for the signal."

"clear."

Everyone in the Brotherhood responded.

They were quite confident in this operation because almost all the Brotherhood members were mobilized.

A total of twenty members are lurking inside.

Any disturbance of the other party cannot escape their eyes.

Time passes slowly.

"Pushkin has arrived."

"Pushkin has arrived."

Brooke's and Fox's voices sounded almost at the same time.

The members of the cia black ops commando team and the brotherhood members received the reminder at the same time, and they all concentrated their attention and were on alert.

The former focused his attention on Pushkin who was about to enter the venue at the door.

The latter focuses on the former.

Da da da!

At this time, the venue seemed harmonious, the guests were chatting and laughing with each other, but in reality there was an undercurrent.

Andre finally arrived.

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

passed.

at the same time.

As the host 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 led two of his team members forward, stood in a semicircle, and surrounded Wilson.

"Ms. Susan, the reception is about to start. What does this mean?"

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

"Mr. Kingpin, this cocktail party is over."

Susan said calmly: "You will have a sudden illness and be sent to the ambulance soon, so this drinking session will end in embarrassment... And Pushkin, you will meet him in the morgue of the hospital."

"oh?"

Wilson looked shocked, as if he couldn't believe it: "So, I am also your target?"

"Yes, for the sake of cooperation, I will let you know clearly."

Susan waved her hands to Brooke and others, indicating that they could start.

"So, goodbye."

"Do it."

Brooke sounded the call for action to the team members through the headset.

As soon as he finished speaking, he and the two team members beside him were like tigers coming out of their cages, full of momentum, and pounced on Wilson in front of them.

However, when Wilson saw this, he suppressed the false look of panic on his face. He twisted his wrist and suddenly tore open the white suit that was like a shackle on his body, revealing a sinister smile instead.

"In that case, I will play with you first, you CIA bastards!!"

…

"Where's the signal?"

Mosley watched Pushkin enter the venue, but nothing happened. He looked nervous and moved his body without leaving a trace, approaching Pushkin, the governor and others.

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

"Why is there no signal yet?"

Mosley frowned slightly and began to wonder if something was wrong.

Then, right now.

boom!!

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

The cart fell apart instantly, and metal fragments exploded in all directions. Fortunately, it was in a corner and no one was hurt.

However, flames shot up into the sky, and the waiter who was facing a huge shock wave was blown away. His clothes were torn apart instantly, revealing his body armor and weapon belt around his waist.

"It exploded? What was that?"

"What's going on? Why does he have a gun on him?"

"In the end what happened?"

Everyone was frightened.

The waiter who suffered the blast from the front has lost consciousness. Although his body is intact, his face and neck are bloody and bloody. It is basically certain that he will not survive.

Although the guests present have experienced a lot, this time was also an eye-opener.

All of them looked frightened.

"Fake, is this the signal you said?"

In the crowd, Mosley's pupils shrank and he regained consciousness instantly.

——"You will know when the time comes!"

Thinking of David's words and the situation in front of him, I couldn't help but be stunned.

Immediately following, Mosley rushed to Pushkin and others.

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

"Sir, I am Agent Mosley from the FBI. There was a terrorist attack at the scene. The target of the other party is unknown. It may be any one of you. Get out of here with me!!"