"Bang"

With a gunshot, the long barrel suddenly retreated, and a fire broke out from the muzzle.

A narrow, streamlined bullet with threaded air guide groove flew out of the muzzle under the huge push of the gunpowder explosion.

The bullet was very fast and was surprisingly far away. It flew over a long distance, flew over tall buildings, and hit the glass windows of a tall building more than a thousand meters away, thirty-fourth floor of a tall building.

Even though the special armor-piercing warhead has passed through such a long distance, it still shoots through this ordinary double-sided vacuum glass window!

The bullet smashed a bouquet of roses in the vase on the wide desk, and then shot straight into the back of the desk. The head of a middle-aged white man in a suit with a slightly tilted head exploded like a watermelon.

"ah!!!"

As if he heard the movement, a blond female secretary who had originally squatted under the desk raised her head, looked up, and then let out a sharp scream.

Immediately, the office door was knocked open, and two strong men with pistols broke into the office, held the gun, and began to look around.

They were obviously well trained, one of them checked the man in the suit's injuries, the other was looking for something in the room. Soon, he found bullet holes in the glass, put one hand in his ear, and began to anxiously say something in the microphone at his mouth.

More than a thousand meters away from them, a white man in his hoodie and jeans with an ordinary appearance and quickly disassembled the sniper rifle in his hand, and threw all the firearm parts, as well as professional equipment such as anemometers, thermometers, and hygrometers on the rooftop into a thick iron bucket next to it.

Then, he took out a matchbox from his jeans, took out a match, flaked it, and threw it into the iron bucket.

I don’t know what was lit, but a large flame suddenly appeared from the iron bucket. The flame burned so violently that it even burned the obviously very thick iron bucket red.

After doing all this, the white man in the hoodie put the hood on his head again, then walked into the passage next to the rooftop, followed the stairs, and began to go down quickly.

When he walked out of the building, he had already changed his face, but his clothes and shoes were replaced by a new set of hip-hop style leather jacket, leather pants, and big-headed shoes. His hairstyle exploded and opened, and even his figure was two or three inches shorter than before.

Then he walked into a cafe next to the building, ordered a cup of coffee and a sandwich, and sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the cafe.

...

Wesley liked this moment very much. Unlike other killers, he enjoyed the short time of safety after he had just finished killing people.

Unlike other killers, he would not stay away from the scene as soon as possible and put himself in a relatively safe state, but would choose to stay near the scene, count the time when the place was discovered, and observe the angry and anxious expressions of the security personnel and bodyguards after the target was killed.

This was a rare enjoyment for him.

A small mouthful of coffee, a small mouthful of sandwich, a large mouthful of sandwich. Just as the sandwich was finished and half a cup of coffee was left, a black business car suddenly became handsome and elegant and parked at the door of the building opposite.

The business car door opened, and four or five strong men in black suits jumped out of the car and rushed into the building.

It can be clearly seen that their faces were all very anxious and their hands were pressed against their waists. It was possible that they did not take out the guns at their waists because of public reasons.

These strong men in black suits are also very efficient. When Wesley just finished drinking the coffee, the group of talents walked out of the building door.

Unlike before entering, their faces are now full of frustration, and they all lowered their heads and lowered their heads. One of them angrily smashed the door of the business car with his fist.

Wesley smiled, looked at the time on the watch, and murmured: "22 minutes, it's coming soon, and the Baishui Company's people have finally grown a little."

Then, he pulled out a ten-meter-dollar tip from his wallet and pressed it under the coffee cup, then walked across the road again, swaggeringly by the group of black-clad bodyguards, and stopped a taxi on the side of the road, leaving the place of right and wrong.

...

It happened in the morning, but by the time Wesley got home, it was already evening.

His home is an ordinary American two-story building located in the suburbs, next to it are almost two-story buildings, forming a quiet and quiet community.

Parked his Ford pickup truck in the garage, Wesley, who was in a suit, closed the garage door and walked into the house.

The lights at home were on. As soon as I entered the door, a little boy of five or six years old rushed over: "Dadly!"

"Oh~" Wesley's face was full of tenderness, and he squatted down and hugged his son: "My little Tom, how about it? Have you listened to your mother today?"

"I'm going to kindergarten today!" The little boy was obviously very close to him: "Where is Miss Fox teaching us to draw?"

"Oh? Then what did you draw?" Wesley asked with a smile.

"I drew my dad, mom, and our house." As he said that, the little boy struggled to climb down from him: "I'll show it to dad."

"Tom! It's time to eat! Eat first!" A young woman of twenty-seven or eight years old, with outstanding appearance, good figure and elegant temperament came out of the kitchen. She put a soup basin on the table: "Come here to eat!"

"Tom, come here to have a meal first, draw us and wait and see!" Hearing his wife's words, Wesley hurriedly greeted his son, and then the family of three sat at the dining table.

...

As the night became deeper, Wesley gently looked at his sleeping son for a while, gently closed the door of his son's room, and answered his bedroom.

His wife had already been in bed, wearing a pajamas, half-sitting, flipping through a book.

Wesley's eyes were hot, and he quickly climbed onto the bed, stretched out a hand, and stroked his wife.

"Stop making trouble!" his wife held him down and asked, "Is the work going well today?"

"It went smoothly, everything went very smoothly." Wesley's expression became a little serious: "It's just an ordinary goal, easy to solve. The money will be processed this week and transferred to your account, so don't worry."

"We already have a lot of money on our account. I think we should consider accepting it instead?" The wife said again: "You... are too dangerous after all!"

"Stop? Alas, this stop is not something we can stop just if we want..." Wesley sighed, his voice softly: "I know this industry is dangerous, but I can handle it well, believe me, okay?"

"But I'm afraid..." My wife's voice was a little weak and a little firm.

"What the hell is wrong?" Wesley seemed to have heard something.

"I'm pregnant again!" My wife's voice was weak.

"Really?" Wesley's voice amplified, full of joy, and then weakened again: "Well, I will consider your suggestions, trust me!"

The couple suddenly fell silent, and the anger in Wesley's heart suddenly went out, touching his wife's belly, with complicated eyes.

After a while of silence, the wife closed the book: "Okay, let's go to bed."

As she said that, she picked up a helmet beside the bed, lit it into a blue star, and put it on her head.
Chapter completed!