New Staff of S.H.I.E.L.D.

The next morning, Wesley got up early, took a shower, and began to organize his equipment. His main weapons were three pistols, two ordinary and undecorated, which were placed directly in the holster under his arm. , one on the left and one on the left, and the one with carvings is directly inserted into the back waist.

The short dagger is tied to the left arm, the long dagger is tied to the right leg, the armor jeans are put on, and the leather jacket is put on. The grenade is hung directly on the inner lining of the jacket. There are several holes in it, and the body moves without hindrance. place.

"The firecrackers you want are already in the back, and the leads can be ignited in the cab. This black one is the control button behind the garbage truck. I will support you on a high-rise building two kilometers away," Carlos said.

A distance of two kilometers is two kilometers. It is impossible for ordinary snipers to provide support at this distance, nor can ordinary sniper rifles, but Carlos can. This is the strength of top assassins.

"Report, the Gibsons seem to be about to act." S.H.I.E.L.D.'s surveillance has been maintained, and today they saw the father and son all go out of the house, and it seemed that they had brought everything they had prepared.

"Very good, continue to monitor, let's see how strong their father and son are."

Wesley drove the garbage truck straight to Textile Mill No. 17, reminiscing the plot of the movie all the way, but he forgot all about it when he got there, because remembering these is like dying, after all, the situation It's completely different, everything has changed, so what you learn is the most important thing.

"How is it? Is it in place?" Wesley parked the garbage truck on the other side of the bridge. He hadn't driven past, just waiting for Carlos to be in place.

"Here, wait for me, it takes time to arrange." Carlos is not carrying an ordinary sniper rifle, and it is not one. He first observed the distance and location with the military binoculars Wesley had bought, then placed a folding chair for travel, and then opened several large backpacks and began erecting stands.

He placed and erected six brackets in a row, and then took out his gun, a total of six long-barreled sniper rifles in the shape of a musket. Wesley did not ask about his preference for these old-fashioned things. It depends on personal preference, and It must be reasonable to use these, and the effect is good.

"Okay, don't push too fast. My sniper rifles are all single-shot, and there are only six. It takes time to reload." Carlos urged.

"No problem, I'm not a rookie, and you have to pay attention to your own safety. Maybe they have people outside. When you shoot, you will definitely expose yourself, leaving a bullet of a gun, and you can fight back against long-range snipers at any time."

"Understood." Carlos hung up the phone, and then observed the surrounding positions that could threaten him. There were only two such positions. He had checked in advance, so there would be no problem in a short time, but He still had to be careful.

Wesley started the car for the first time, drove directly across the bridge deck, and came to the gate of the textile factory. When he turned the steering wheel, the front of the car was thrown directly to the opposite direction of the gate.

At this time, someone in the gate opened the small window and looked at the garbage truck strangely. It was not until Wesley started to back up that he knew that someone was attacking.

The "Boom" door was knocked out directly, and the garbage truck kept driving straight in. Wesley parked the cab in the door and used the wall stacks on both sides of the door to cover himself.

Sloan looked condescendingly, and then said, "Kill him." The assassins in the textile factory who were in charge of the outside defense opened at the same time. "Da da da" This is the sound of automatic rifles, and a lot of automatic firepower opened fire. There was a "ding ding" sound on the garbage truck, Wesley hurriedly pressed the control button, and then ignited the lead of the firecracker.

The "bang bang bang" firecrackers sounded, and the rats in the trunk felt frightened. They screamed and tried to escape from here. Then the exit appeared, and they rushed out. The outside was wide enough, and they dispersed immediately. They started to flee, and the intense gunfire also made them tremble, and their four calves kept moving.

Sloan looked at these mice strangely, from a distance, he couldn't see what was so strange about these mice.

At this time, Wesley opened the valve at the bottom of the cab. This was done by Carlos. From here, he got to the bottom of the car, lying there waiting for the time to come. At the same time, he pulled out the pistol from the holster under his arm. Steady the body clips and grenades.

Time passed by, and the surrounding gunshots began to stop, but then the gunshots sounded again, because the mice had already rushed in, and the mice with electronic watches on their backs were enough to attract attention, and they Climbing everywhere, bravely rushed to every corner of the textile factory, playing unscrupulously, even if their lives were running out.

"Damn these are bombs." The repairman irritably used his pistol to kill the mice, but the number was too many, not a thousand, but only a few hundred, and even if the mice were killed, their bodies The bombs will not disarm.

"Time's up." Wesley looked at his watch, then lay down with his head in his hands.

"Boom boom boom" continuous explosions sounded in various positions, all the glass of the "Hua La" textile factory was shattered, screams continued to sound, the amount of explosives on a single rat's upper body was not much, and their small bodies could not carry them. Too much weight, so in general, many people are injured, especially the legs, and some unlucky ones injured their heads and died.

"Bang" Carlos fired. He fired at the first sound of the explosion. The primary target was the gunmen on the surrounding outer walls. They were the greatest threat to Wesley. The first shot was fired, and he had no time to reload. Immediately fired with a second sniper rifle, another fell.

Weslimer counted the number of explosions, but he wasn't counting them silently, he wasn't that fast, it was Apple counting the number and location of the explosions through his eardrums.

"It's time to act." Can't wait for the explosion to end, or the other party will have a chance to react. Wesley's heartbeat began to speed up, and when he got out of the car, his heartbeat reached the fastest speed.

His arms began to wave, his head swayed briefly and quickly, he could clearly see the surrounding environment, the two guns fired continuously, and eight people fell down in an instant. The graceful arc hit an assassin hiding behind the pillar, and the window of the main entrance had no glass, so he could clearly see the panicked people inside.

The two guns were raised horizontally, and the "bang bang bang" fired continuously, shooting directly into the front window. This is the weaving workshop, where the most people are. Everyone here is an assassin and can kill his character at any time, but Wei Wei Seeley didn't panic watching their slow motion.

The "click" guns were all fired, Wesley leaned back, his knees touched the ground, and slid directly under the window.