29 Intern Agent? (To Stone 1397)

Wesley parted ways with Phil, then drove his new sports car straight home. The apartment was on Central Park South, 1,396 feet high, which was more than 425 meters. There were two houses on the top floor, Wesley's house and the one next door, but they had now been bought for more than $40 million. The price was a little high. This was 2007, but it was bound to double in ten years. Wesley knew it well.

They had four parking spaces in the underground parking lot and now only occupied two. After parking the car, they took the elevator straight home. Carlos was visiting the house next door.

"What do you think?" Carlos asked Wesley when he returned.

"Not bad. You can find another woman. Isn't two houses just right?" Wesley said with a smile. Carlos blushed. This is America. "I use your name for this house. We each have a house. Anyway, the money is from Sloan and the others. There is still a lot of money left. Are you ready to do some business?"

"Do you have any suggestions? I'm only in my forties, and I'm retired as an assassin, so it's not bad to do something else." Carlos agreed without thinking. He did want to do something, otherwise life would lose its vitality.

"Well, we need to find some information about this, and it also depends on your personal preferences. I think the most important thing for you now is to go out and see what you want to do. Moreover, the house price is not bad now. We will buy it directly, so we don't have to pay rent, right?"

"Good point. Okay, I'll start walking around New York tomorrow. But why did you sell the apartment there in Manhattan in the first place?"

"It's too close to Stark Tower. That guy's mind is not very clear. I feel that it's very dangerous to be too close to him," Wesley said seriously.

"Fair enough. So how come you still buy stock in Stark Industries?"

"He's not thinking straight because he's a genius and he thinks too much. So it's the most profitable time to buy his shares. When he has full control of the company, it will be too late for us to buy again. I don't know if it will fall again. We still have enough money to buy a million shares. You should hurry up and see what you want to do. We don't need this industry to make money, as long as you like it."

Wesley's phone suddenly rang. "Hello, what? So soon? You guys are really efficient. Okay, I'll go down right away. You can drive directly to the underground parking lot. I know you can get in. Okay, that's it."

"Our weapons are here. Let's go take a look." Wesley took the elevator again and went directly to the second floor of the underground parking lot. Two black Chevrolet Suburbans were parked here.

"Mr. Wesley, this is your temporary ID. You need to go to the SHIELD branch in New York officially. This car is for you to use for the time being. Everything you want is on it. There are also some equipment with instructions on it. If there is anything you don't understand, you need to learn it specifically during training in the future."

"Okay, thank you." Wesley opened the door and the person in charge of the delivery got into another car and left.

The Barrett M82A1 sniper rifle was in a long green weapon case. The effective range was only 1,850 meters, but the maximum range was 6,800 meters. The key was to increase the effective range. It depended on the sniper's ability. The best sniper could hit a target at 2,200 meters, but accuracy was a problem. What about Wesley?

"The shooting of this gun lacks stability, but you should be able to handle it. You are much stronger than me," Carlos said as he watched. Wesley showed a strong talent during training, mainly Apple's powerful computing ability. Although it is so crude in many places, as a biological computer, there is no problem with its computing speed, especially in this simple calculation.

The other was a lightweight AWP sniper rifle with an effective range of only 600 meters, but it was very light. There was a rifle, optical scope, scope holder, bipod, five magazines, gun sling, cleaning tools, attachments (including a soft bullet bag, dust cover, folding stock, night vision scope, adjustable cheek pad). These things were all very complete, but it was just a packing box, which could be said to be very simple and convenient.

The four assault rifles Wesley had requested became four carbines, or short-barreled assault rifles. "They're thinking so much. I didn't even think that carbines are more practical in the city." Wesley sighed, then took out one and fiddled with it.

"Not bad, this is an HK416A5 Carbine gun, suitable for close-range urban street fighting. It's a good weapon, and the accessories are complete. It seems that they think highly of you, providing so many weapons at once. Although they are not worth much, these must be registered."

"Well, there are benefits to being registered, but it may not be without trouble. It depends on what they do." Wesley looked at the other equipment. There are four black Beretta 92F pistols with 15-round cartridges, and four silver M1911s with standard 7-round cartridges, not the extended 10-round one in Wesley's hand. This kind of pistol is now out of the American army, but it is still a favorite of pistol enthusiasts and killers.

What was left were some grenades, flash grenades, smoke grenades, gas masks, tactical vests, black training uniforms, military boots, gloves, and so on. "Not bad, you're thinking about everything. I didn't even think of it myself. Get ready to start moving." Wesley parked the car directly in front of the elevator door and moved all of them in at once, then parked the car in the parking space.

Fortunately, no one was using the elevator. Otherwise, they would have fainted when they saw the elevator full of firearms. One by one, they placed them in the armory, and these boxes were also put in with a lot of accessories.

"These things are also a problem to maintain." Wesley was worried.

"Don't worry, I'll do this. Even if I'm not fighting anymore, it's not bad to touch them often." Wesley took out the ID with the SHIELD badge on it, followed by his name and position. "Intern Agent? They actually made me an intern agent?" Wesley shouted in shock.

"There's no need to make a fuss. After all, you just joined and haven't received agent training. Look at these electronic devices. Do you know how to use them?" Wesley looked over. A box contained a phone, a radio, and a laptop. It was probably the confidential type.

Most of the remaining items couldn't be named, and they didn't know what they were for. Apple didn't know, because it was difficult for agents' equipment to appear on the Internet on Earth. At most, it was from movies. "Well, I don't know many."