Wesley threw out a black wallet and the sheriff picked it up. He knew it was a certificate folder. He opened it and looked at it. He was silly and a badge appeared in front of him.

    "Homeland strategic defense attack and logistics support Bureau, level IV agent?" the sheriff was dumbfounded again. What''s the situation? Why do you still have such an identity as a billionaire? He looked at Wesley suspiciously. He wanted to know the answer.

    Wesley pointed to his certificate. "They can eliminate my gun records, but I don''t believe they can eliminate my identity registration. This is the certificate registered by the special department of the General Administration, not the New York branch. Therefore, this matter has nothing to do with you. Just wait for the lawyer to letter." Wesley took back the certificate and turned away directly.

    The sheriff stood in place foolishly. He didn''t think it would be like this. The other party still had such an identity. He has heard of this organization. It is a mysterious organization. It seems that the U.S. government does not have much voice. It is a very independent organization.

    He was in big trouble. He hurried to call again, "Hey, he was a level 4 agent of the Bureau of strategic defense attack and logistics support. Do you know this situation? Our police have no way to take him."

    "I know very well. You don''t have to complain. Your benefits won''t 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 some bad hunches.

    "You don''t need to know. Just stay at ease. It''s not good for you to know more about our affairs." the sheriff then heard a busy tone and the other party put down the phone, but the sheriff had a bad hunch.

    Wesley walked out of the 56th branch. "Go back first and wait for Philip. Then tell him what happened, and then Sue." the three lawyers left directly. Wesley looked at the time. It was not very late. It was about seven o''clock in the evening, thinking about each other''s purpose, and then drove away from the police station.

    Driving all the way, Wesley walked home cautiously. Nothing happened all the way and went directly to the parking lot door of the apartment. The security guard at the door was a stranger. He sat in the security room and looked at Wesley. Then he continued to stare at the newspaper in his hand. Wesley looked at him and punched in directly. However, he had taken out his two guns and put them on his legs. The speed was not fast and stopped slowly to his parking space.

    The bullet was loaded, then Apple sent some cartridges from the body space, put them in the pocket of the suit, and then got off with two guns, and his heart began to accelerate. Just when he entered the door, a strange security guard attracted his attention. A security guard obviously didn''t fit his identity when he read the financial newspaper. At the same time, he turned out to be a strange face.

    Wesley is very concerned about the people and things around him. He has seen all the security guards in the apartment. Even the newcomers can''t be so coincidental. Is there a coincidence in this world?

    Coincidence is certain, but at this fixed time and place, all coincidence is just a cover up. Wesley directly got out of the car with a gun and looked around. His ears were listening carefully.

    Now his body is several times that of ordinary people, and so is his hearing. He listens to all the sounds of the underground parking lot. There are a lot of heartbeat. Wesley knows that these people are ambushing themselves, although they are trying to control their emotions.

    Wesley counted the heartbeat he heard. Fifteen people were around, not counting the security guard at the door. At least there were 16 people on the other side, but Wesley didn''t think there were only so many people. There should be more people, otherwise they wouldn''t be enough to kill themselves. Carlos, how are they?

    Take out the phone and still stand next to the car, which can effectively resist the attack of bullets, "Hey, are you home?"

    "What''s the matter? We''ve gone home. Mindy and Hannah are here. We cook together." Carlos thought Wesley was in trouble.

    "It''s all right, just some small miscellaneous fish. I''m afraid they''ll harass you," Wesley said indifferently.

    "That''s good. Do you need me to go?"

    "No, just look after the family, but they are a little brave. I need to teach them some lessons and let them see the gap." Wesley put down the phone. Carlos was not worried about Wesley''s safety. Wesley was better than him, especially when he was besieged.

    Put down the phone and Wesley went directly to the elevator. The other party was obviously in an ambush at the entrance of the elevator. There was no obstruction here. Random guns could kill anyone. Of course, they understood that.

    Wesley walked normally step by step, but the two guns in his hand made him look not so normal. Suddenly Wesley''s arms shook and "bang bang" two shots sounded. All the ambulances trembled in their hearts. How could anyone shoot before the other party reached his position?

    The gunshot was a signal. All the ambulances got up and they were going to attack. However, the ambulances closest to Wesley fell first. The bullets bypassed their bunker and hit them directly in the head. There were cracks in the encirclement.

    Wesley''s footsteps suddenly quickened, ran to the left, jumped up directly on a car on the left, flew forward in the air, and the lower part was getting up to attack his ambush at a glance.

    "Bang bang" double guns rang, and the ambush began to fall continuously. Wesley silently calculated that eight people were dead, and he killed eight people. He fell down and hid directly behind a car. At this time, the gunfire behind him sounded. "Dada" assault rifles, submachine guns and some pistols spilled over like rain.

    "Poof poof" covered his vehicle, the tires were burst one after another, the car was a little shorter, the windows were constantly broken, and the bullets hit the car body, making a crisp jingle.

    Wesley listened to the enemy''s shooting position. The bullet shells kept falling to the ground. More than ten seconds later, the attack stopped. "Card wipe card wipe" they were changing their cartridges. Wesley got up in an instant and shot with two guns.

    The sound of "poop" bullets entering the body, and then one ambush began to fall continuously. The "click" bullets ran out, and Wesley squatted down again, but he immediately moved up and squatted on the ground, but he was fast, changing the clip while moving.