Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

"Becky!!"

After the explosion, the CIA Black Ops commandos in the crowd looked shocked.

They didn't expect this scene to happen at all.

The waiter who was hit head-on by the explosive cart and was dying and basically hopeless was a member of their team.

"what happened?"

Someone asked in the headset: "Why did the cart explode? We were ambushed?"

"Captain, can you hear me?"

"Captain, please reply when you receive it?"

"team leader……"

Everyone spoke urgently and asked questions repeatedly, only to find that Brooke, the captain of the operation command, had disappeared from the call channel.

"Whirring whirring……"

Suddenly, rapid and heavy breathing resounded through their miniature headsets, followed by a familiar but extremely desperate voice.

"Retreat, the situation is out of control... Retreat quickly..."

"Tom, what happened? What happened to you over there? Where is the captain?"

"Captain...Captain is dead, his head was crushed by Kingpin's punch..."

"I'm about to die too... retreat... retreat quickly!!"

Tom's tone became trembling, and the extreme fear made him almost speechless.

Da da da!

Until the sound of heavy footsteps came, the floor seemed to tremble slightly under the heavy footsteps.

At the last moment of his life, Kingpin's body was as huge as a giant, bringing an astonishing sense of oppression like the god of death.

That face full of flesh and blood, cruelty and cruelty, showed an indifference to life.

A ferocious smile that will never be forgotten comes into view.

An oversized foot, like a giant elephant, stepped down hard.

boom!!

A sharp sound exploded in my ears.

beep——

The electronic sound from the malfunctioning headset blasted through everyone's brains, causing incurable tinnitus.

At this time, all the remaining members of the black ops commando team were in a daze, turning a deaf ear to the explosion in their ears. All that was left in their hearts was indescribable bitterness and... panic.

It's only been a few minutes, what happened?

They did not notice that the reception waiters, who were wearing the same clothes as them, moved in the opposite direction from the crowd and silently surrounded them.

Wesley and others nodded to each other.

They put their hands into their arms and prepared to launch a volley.

As one of the best gunslingers in the world, Brotherhood members are not afraid of anyone as long as they have a gun in hand and can shoot.

…

The second floor of the Convention and Exhibition Center.

After his clothes were exposed, Wilson looked like a naughty kid who had not graduated from adult education kindergarten. He pushed Brooke and others to the ground and rubbed them.

David stood not far away, taking in a panoramic view of the scene in front of him.

My scalp felt numb and my heart felt cold.

This is terrifyingly powerful!

No wonder Wilson can compete with superheroes such as Spider-Man in the future.

Although Wilson is always at the disadvantage, in the Marvel world, being qualified as an enemy of superheroes is already a symbol of success to a certain extent.

Moreover, Wilson is not just one superhero's enemy, but a group of them.

The most important thing is that most of these superheroes really have nothing to do with him in the end.

With these thoughts running through his mind, Kingpin had already killed the three experienced agents in front of him in three strokes.

There were bloodstains all over the ground, corpses beaten with bloody fists, crushed heads, broken floors, tofu-like walls...

The originally clean and modern corridor was now transformed into hell.

Susan was so frightened that she was stunned, her legs became weak, and she collapsed on the ground, her whole body trembling slightly. She didn't have the chance to win a few minutes ago, and the arrogance that belonged to CIA in her heart was replaced by fear.

She stared blankly at the scene in front of her, wondering what she was thinking.

"How about it?"

A faint voice sounded in my ears: "Isn't it scary to see your brother take action for the first time?"

Bullseye didn't know when he appeared next to David.

"very scary."

David nodded and said calmly: "But you are wrong. This is not the first time I have seen him do something."

"oh?"

Bullseye was curious: "When was the first time you saw him take action?"

"When he was fifteen, that year, not long after my seventh birthday."

A look of unknown meaning appeared on David's face: "I saw with my own eyes that he took a hammer, smashed our biological father's head, and disposed of the body with his mother."

"..."

Bullseye's face twitched unconsciously.

Frank, he finally saw that the entire Fisk family is a pervert!

Jin Bin has become a pervert from childhood to adulthood!

None of them are normal!

David waited for a moment, but didn't hear Bullseye's answer. He turned to look at him and saw that the guy was in a daze, so he ignored him.

He walked to the glass railing on the second floor and overlooked the main reception hall scene on the first floor.

With a quick glance, the movements of Wesley and others, as well as the CIA agent who was standing still with a solemn face, were all clearly visible.

Finally, his eyes fell on the corner, where Mosley and Andre were.

Among the crowd the two of them were in, the Governor of New York State, Daryl Richardson, stood out.

Daryl was accompanied by a congressman and a judge.

If these people died at the drinking party, the whole of New York, and even the United States, would be shaken.

…

"Terrorist attacks?"

When Daryl heard Mosley's words, his expression changed instantly.

After the explosion in front of him, his mind went blank. Like everyone else around him, his mind was buzzing like countless flies, and he felt dazed.

He didn't even confirm Mosley's identity, and subconsciously asked: "What's going on? Why is there a terrorist attack?"

"The FBI received a tip that there was a group of unidentified organizations planning to make some moves at the reception."

Mosley quickly explained: "Because the information in the report was unclear, the bureau sent us to the reception to check the situation...Mr. Governor, our people are outside, please leave with me immediately."

"Then go quickly...wait a minute, take out your ID and show me your ID."

Just as Daryl took a step, he suddenly paused, showing hesitation.

"He is the deputy director of the FBI's New York branch. Mr. Governor, I am friends with Mr. Mosley."

At this time, Andre spoke: "I can guarantee that there is no problem with his identity."

"What are you talking about? Let's leave quickly."

The group of people moved hurriedly.

After the others came to their senses, they quickly ran towards the exit.

Everyone knows that something unpredictable is about to happen, or in other words, has already happened in the Convention and Exhibition Center.

Someone is already lying down, and no one wants to be next.

Bang bang bang bang bang!!

It's too late to say it, but it's soon.

As everyone rushed toward the exit, a gunfight suddenly broke out.

The fierce sound of gunfire scared many people to stop. In the free America, everyone has learned that when facing a shooting incident, the first choice should be to choose a bunker instead of running away randomly.

They were so afraid of being hit by stray bullets that they simply lay down on the ground or hid behind tables, trying their best to avoid bullets.

"Danger!!"

Mosley grabbed Daryl.

At this moment, even Pushkin, who had a cooperative relationship, was no longer his first choice, and the governor was the one he deserved to fawn over.

A group of people have great power in the outside world, but now they can only cower in place.

Hiding in the corner behind the pillar, shivering.

"Who are these people?"

Daryl gritted his teeth and was furious: "Why are they so bold to launch such an attack in New York?"

"Farke, where is Wilson Fisk?"

Suddenly, his rationality returned and he realized something: "Isn't this his territory? How dare he let a group of terrorists sneak into it? How did he become the boss?!"