Chapter 20

Early the next morning, Wesley got up early, washed and began to tidy up his equipment. His main weapon was three pistols, two ordinary ones without decoration, directly placed in the armpit holster, one on the left and one on the right, and the one engraved with carving was directly inserted into the back waist.

The short dagger is tied to the left arm and the long dagger is tied to the right leg. Put on ordnance jeans and leather jacket. The grenade is directly hung on the lining of the jacket. Several holes are opened on it to move the body without obstacles.

"The firecrackers you want have been put in the back, and the lead can be lit in the cab. This black one is the control button behind the garbage truck. I will support you in a high-rise building two kilometers away," Carlos said.

The distance of two kilometers is two thousand meters. Ordinary snipers can't provide support at this distance, nor can ordinary sniper guns, but Carlos can. This is the strength of top assassins.

"Report, Gibson and his son seem to be going to act." the surveillance of the s.h.i.e.l.d. has been maintained. Today, they saw both father and son go out of the house and seem to have brought everything they prepared.

"Good. Keep watching. Let's see how strong their father and son are."

Wesley drove the garbage truck straight to the 17th textile factory. All the way, he was remembering the plot in the film, but he forgot it when he was near the place, because remembering these was tantamount to death. After all, the situation was completely different and everything had changed, so what he learned was the most important.

"How's it going? Is it in place?" Wesley parked the garbage truck on the other side of the bridge. He didn't drive there until Carlos was in place.

"Here, you wait for me. It takes time to decorate." Carlos didn't bring an ordinary sniper rifle, and he wasn't one. He first used the military telescope Wesley bought to observe the distance and position, then placed a folding chair for travel, and then opened several large backpacks to set up brackets.

Six brackets were set up in succession, and then his gun was taken out. There were six long tube sniper guns in the shape of fire guns. Wesley didn't ask him about his love for these old-fashioned things. It depends on his personal preference, and it must be reasonable to use them with good results.

"OK, don't push too fast. My sniper guns are single shot, and only six. It takes time to load." Carlos warned.

"No problem, I'm not a rookie, and you should pay attention to your safety. They may also have people outside. You'll expose yourself as soon as you shoot, leaving a gun bullet, which can counterattack the long-range Sniper at any time."

"I see." Carlos hung up the phone and then looked around at the positions that could threaten him. There are only two such positions. He has checked them in advance, so there will be no problem in a short time, but he must be careful.

Wesley drove the car for the first time, drove directly across the bridge and came to the gate of the textile factory. As soon as he turned the steering wheel, the front of the car directly swung in the opposite direction of the gate.

At this time, someone in the gate opened the small window and looked at the garbage truck strangely. Until Wesley began to reverse, he didn't know that someone was attacking.

The "boom" gate was directly knocked out and the garbage truck drove in. Wesley parked the cab in the gate and covered himself with the wall stacks on both sides of the gate.

Sloan looked down and said, "kill him." the assassins in charge of external defense in the textile factory drove through at the same time. "Dada dada" this was the sound of automatic rifles. A large amount of automatic fire opened fire and made a "jingle" sound on the garbage truck. Wesley hurriedly pressed the control button and then lit the lead of firecrackers.

When the "bang bang" firecrackers sounded, the mice in the rear compartment felt frightened and "squeaky" screamed to escape here. Then the exit appeared. They rushed out first. The outside was wide enough. They immediately dispersed and began to escape. The fierce gunfire also made them tremble, and their four legs kept moving.

Sloan looked at the mice strangely, a little far away. He couldn't see what was strange about the mice.

Wesley opened the valve at the bottom of the cab at this time, which was made by Carlos. He drilled from here to the bottom of the car, lay there waiting for the arrival of time, and pulled out the pistol from the holster under his arm with both hands at the same time, stabilizing his clip and grenade.

As time passed, the gunfire around began to stop, but then the gunfire rang out again, because the mice had rushed in, and the mice with electronic watches on their backs attracted enough attention, and they climbed everywhere, bravely rushed to every corner of the textile factory and played recklessly, even if their lives were running out.

"Damn it, these are bombs." the repairman angrily killed the mice with a pistol, but the number was too much. There were less than 1000, but only a few hundred. Moreover, even if the mice were killed, their bombs would not be removed.

"It's time." Wesley looked at his watch and fell down with his head in his hands.

"Bang bang" continuous explosions sounded at various positions. All the glass in the "Hua La" textile factory was broken, and the screams kept ringing. The amount of explosives on the upper body of a single mouse was not much, and their small body could not carry too much weight. Therefore, in general, many people were injured, especially the legs. Some unlucky people injured their heads and died.

"Bang" Carlos shot. He shot at the first sound of the explosion. The primary target was the gunmen on the surrounding outer wall. They posed the greatest threat to Wesley. When the first shot was fired, he had no time to load the bullets. He immediately fired with the second sniper gun, and another man fell.

Wesleymer counted the number of explosions, but this was not his silent counting. His speed was not so fast. Apple used his eardrum to calculate the number and location of explosions.

"We can move." we can't wait for the explosion to end, or the other party will have a chance to react. Wesley's heart beat faster. When he got out of the car, his heart beat faster.

His arms began to wave, and his head shook briefly and quickly. He clearly saw the surrounding environment. Two guns fired continuously, and eight people fell around. Then his right arm threw, a bullet flew out, and struck an assassin hiding behind the column in a beautiful arc. There was no glass in the window of the main door, and he could clearly see the panic people inside.

The two guns were held flat, "bang bang bang" fired continuously and directly into the front window. This is the most crowded position in the weaving workshop. Everyone here is an assassin and can kill his role at any time, but Wesley was not alarmed at their slow movement.

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