"oh?"

Wilson looked shocked, as if he couldn't believe it: "So, I am also your target?"

"Yes, for the sake of cooperation, I will let you know clearly."

Susan waved her hands to Brooke and others, indicating that they could start.

"So, goodbye."

"Do it."

Brooke sounded the call for action to the team members through the headset.

As soon as he finished speaking, he and the two team members beside him were like tigers coming out of their cages, full of momentum, and pounced on Wilson in front of them.

However, when Wilson saw this, he suppressed the false look of panic on his face. He twisted his wrist and suddenly tore open the white suit that was like a shackle on his body, revealing a sinister smile instead.

"In that case, I will play with you first, you CIA bastards!!"

…

"Where's the signal?"

Mosley watched Pushkin enter the venue, but nothing happened. He looked nervous and moved his body without leaving a trace, approaching Pushkin, the governor and others.

At the same time, his eyes scanned the crowd like a searchlight, waiting for the signal from David's mouth.

"Why is there no signal yet?"

Mosley frowned slightly and began to wonder if something was wrong.

Then, right now.

boom!!

A fruit plate trolley pushed by a waiter exploded violently in a relatively remote corner of the venue.

The cart fell apart instantly, and metal fragments exploded in all directions. Fortunately, it was in a corner and no one was hurt.

However, flames shot up into the sky, and the waiter who was facing a huge shock wave was blown away. His clothes were torn apart instantly, revealing his body armor and weapon belt around his waist.

"It exploded? What was that?"

"What's going on? Why does he have a gun on him?"

"In the end what happened?"

Everyone was frightened.

The waiter who suffered the blast from the front has lost consciousness. Although his body is intact, his face and neck are bloody and bloody. It is basically certain that he will not survive.

Although the guests present have experienced a lot, this time was also an eye-opener.

All of them looked frightened.

"Fake, is this the signal you said?"

In the crowd, Mosley's pupils shrank and he regained consciousness instantly.

——"You will know when the time comes!"

Thinking of David's words and the situation in front of him, I couldn't help but be stunned.

Immediately following, Mosley rushed to Pushkin and others.

However, his target this time was not Pushkin, but Governor Daryl Richardson who was beside him.
Chapter completed!