Wesley and Carlos went to buy fishing tackle and diving gear. Carlos''s pickup truck will be dispatched this time. It seems that his choice is good.

    Two sets of sea fishing gear and four sets of diving gear were directly put on the yacht. Then they were ready to make a big purchase before departure. However, the opening of the florist and Wesley''s assessment put the plan of fishing at sea stranded.

    "What''s the name of the florist?" today was the opening day of the florist. Wesley was going to have a look, so he got up early in the morning and prepared to start with Carlos.

    "Alice flower shop." Alice is Wesley''s mother''s name. It seems that Carlos is still thinking of her.

    "Yes, but things in the past always have to pass. Don''t let go when you see a good woman," Wesley said with a smile.

    "Don''t worry, I won''t. now I hire a clerk. When shall we go fishing?" the reason why the florist didn''t open for three months is that Carlos has been arranging the flower rack himself. He hopes it can be arranged better, so he wasted three months.

    "I''ll go after my assessment. I don''t know what their assessment is." they went out and drove their car to the front of the florist. A woman was cleaning.

    Plaid shirt, work clothes pants with shoulder straps, flat shoes, long brown hair, horsetail tied behind the back, and a pair of gold rimmed glasses. He is 1.65 meters tall and slim, but he should be not young. He is over 30, but he looks gentle.

    "This is Alice Hepburn, my employee, and this is my son, Wesley Gibson," Carlos said. "Alice knows a lot about flowers and is very suitable for the name of the store."

    Wesley smiled. "Welcome. I hope you can take care of my father in the future. I''m not here often and travel a lot."

    "Hello, nice to meet you. I''ll work hard." the woman was a little shy, but Wesley thought they had a good chance.

    "Well, I should go. Are you busy?" Wesley drove away in his sports car and directly came to the New York branch of the Divine Shield Bureau. Today is the day of assessment. He really has no bottom in his heart about the assessment.

    Before the exam, Wesley received a phone call, "Mr. Wesley, your land has been sold, and Mr. Donald. * * * * won the bid with us $435 million. Then, according to your instructions, he relied on the funds of yachts and flower shops for tax avoidance. Now it has been completed, and the last US $350 million has been deposited into your bank account."

    Wesley has to say that the tax in the United States is too high. This transaction requires both parties to pay real estate transaction tax. Then he exempted part of the tax and threw away the share of the auction house. He still has 350 million funds, nearly 100 million gone. It hurts.

    "Well done, I''ll call you if there''s anything." Philip as a lawyer, Wesley can''t live without him. In the United States, you can never live without the profession of lawyer, especially the rich. "* * *, do not know if it is trump?" forget it, I''ll talk about it later.

    "Gentlemen and ladies, now the test begins. The first item is the written test. The time is one hour. The agent has to race against time. I hope you can be faster." the examiner directly handed out the test paper, which was divided into several pages. After Wesley read it again, "apple, the answer."

    In less than ten minutes, he finished and handed in the paper directly. "Mr. Wesley, I have to say that your speed is really fast enough. Next, you go to the shooting range. There are examiners waiting for you."

    Wesley did not hesitate. The examiner said that the agent needs to race against time, so he should use the fastest speed.

    The shooting range is in the building. Needless to say, Wesley went straight in and their shooting instructor is waiting. "Mr. Wesley, you''re coming so fast. Please stand here and shoot with a fixed target. In front of you are the parts of five pistols. Now you want to assemble one and shoot the target in front. Is there a problem?"

    "No problem." Wesley was very confident. He glanced at the parts. Apple had given all the data of his five pistols. It was up to him to choose. Next to them were the cartridges of the five pistols. The loading capacity in them was different. Wesley chose the most bullets. At the same time, the loading capacity of 15 rounds of the Beretta 92F, which he was most familiar with, was the most here, The least is that the M1911 has only 7 rounds.

    "Then start." the instructor ordered directly. Without any hesitation, Wesley began to choose two pieces with both hands, and then began to assemble. At the same time, his heart began to speed up, and everything around him became slow.

    After the pistol was assembled, Wesley loaded the cartridge clip and loaded it. Then he directly started shooting. Each bullet passed through the bull''s eye. After "completion", he removed the cartridge clip and pulled the barrel sleeve again, indicating that the bullets were all shot.

    "It''s an amazing result, very good. Now go downstairs to the front door, where your driving instructor is waiting for you." Wesley doesn''t know that his result is 35 seconds, including selecting parts, shooting and safety actions. One set is only 35 seconds, and he uses a 15 bullet pistol.

    Downstairs, the driving instructor saw Wesley. He didn''t expect someone to be so fast, but he took out a key. "The car is in the garage, find it, and then there''s the next content on it. Are you ready?"

    "Yes." Wesley took the key and ran directly to the garage at the instructor''s order. The key is not an electronic lock, so it is impossible to find the car through the electronic lock alarm, but the mark on it is a Ford Mustang. He directly ran to the guard at the intersection where the car was parked, then began to look for monitoring, directly found the position on the second floor, then ran over, inserted the key, opened the door, and Wesley saw the information of the co pilot''s battle, I opened it and looked at it.

    He drove directly out of the parking lot and then set off towards his destination. The next location is a yacht club on the beach. He is familiar with this place, the one he joined.

    It''s not the rush hour, so he''s fast, but he doesn''t violate the traffic law at all, and he doesn''t overspeed. He''s always pressing the overspeed standard.

    "Mr. Wesley, you..." Ross saw Wesley. He wanted to meet him, but Wesley made a silent gesture to him, and the smart Ross dodged directly.

    Wesley jumped directly into a small yacht and then started to drive away. Ross also understood what competition Mr. Wesley was participating in. It seemed like this.