He rushed out and was undoubtedly shot to death.

There are three people left in the black ops commando team.

However, Wesley and others took their time and slowly surrounded the opponent, gradually eroding their movement space, and never gave the opponent the slightest chance.

The situation is basically under control.

Even people who don't understand the situation will know that one side of the gun battle has basically secured victory.

Da da da!

Under everyone's nervous gazes, Wesley and others surrounded the remaining three people.

But they were not given any chance.

All the fraternity members present who had mastered the art of throwing guns fired in unison.

More than a dozen bullets produced beautiful arc trajectories.

Tsk tsk tsk!!

The remaining three agents were beaten into a sieve, their blood flowed all over the ground, and there was no chance of survival.

"Everyone, you are safe!"

Wesley motioned to all the fraternity brothers to raise their hands, telling the guests that the enemy was dead and we were our own.

Upon seeing this, most of the people in the venue instantly collapsed to the ground, and then they felt unprecedentedly happy that they were not the unlucky ones who were hit by stray bullets.

Justin Hammer is one of them.

He looked at the unlucky guy who was swept away by the initial explosion of the cart and fell in a pool of blood, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. He felt weak all over, gasping for breath, and regretted extremely why he had attended this cocktail party on a whim.

However, his eyes swept across the hall and fell on Wesley and others.

As an arms dealer, he could naturally see that these people's weapons were ordinary, but their shooting skills were astonishingly strong.

Whose subordinates are these people?

Wilson Fisk?

Justin Hammer couldn't help but think.

As a successful businessman, his keen sense of smell made him realize that the truth behind this gun battle was by no means simple.

…

"call--"

Seeing that the battle in the field ended successfully, Daryl ignored the small sacrifices made by innocent people and breathed a sigh of relief, and then joy came to his heart:

"We won."

"Yes."
Chapter completed!