End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three gunshots were heard from the abandoned building on the 12th floor. The killers realized that someone was in contact with the target, listened carefully to confirm the floor, and quickly approached the tenth floor.

Russell turned on the telepathy, and at the same time, the electromagnetic waves were positioned in all directions without dead ends, and the spiritual world built a model of the building to mark the specific locations of the killers.

Watching the little red dots move cautiously, thinking that they were not exposed, he covered his eyes in shame, raised his hand and pulled the trigger towards the stairs.

Boom!

With a gunshot, the killer who quickly peeked around collapsed powerlessly, with a big hole in his forehead.

There is no sense of tension in battle at all!

But it's impossible to replace a gun with a knife, it's too disrespectful.

Russell turned off his telepathy and electromagnetic induction, and decided not to turn on any cheats in the future, relying only on his five senses and nerve responses, to fight the killers fairly and fairly.

He took a deep breath, walked from the corner of the corridor to the stairs, and looked down slightly with his head. Coincidentally, a killer just raised his gun and looked up.

The four eyes met, and the killer's eyes instantly became sharp.

Boom!

There was an extra hole in the killer's forehead. He kept holding the gun in both hands, and fell straight on the stairs.

clatter! clatter! clatter! clatter

The submachine gun in the building neighed, Russell stared at the bottom-up fire snake, unhurriedly took out a grenade from behind his buttocks, tore off the tab, calculated the angle, smashed it hard against the wall, and bounced back to the killer downstairs. feet.

"F beep K! @#￥%......amp;amp;"

boom! !

Except for the first words, Russell didn't understand any of the series of curses that followed. After the roar, the ground under his feet trembled slightly, and the killer who said he was dirty stopped breathing.

He continued to walk downstairs, and in the corridor on the ninth floor, he shot three killers with fierce self-holding firepower, and then touched the wall around him.

fingers open,

Russell stretched out his hand against the wall to measure, blindly guessing the killer's height, and pulled the trigger against the wooden wall.

Boom! !

"Ah ah ah"

There was no single shot to kill the enemy, and the killer's height was obviously over 1.9 meters. Russell curled his lips, and made up the second shot to stop the screams abruptly.

It's true that he didn't hang up, it's just that his eyes and ears are sharp, and his five senses are slightly stronger than normal people's.

The continuous gunshots and screams made the killers downstairs anxious. The constant gunshots meant that the battle was not over, and all the colleagues who went upstairs first were killed.

A group of people formed a team freely, or in groups of three or four, or in twos and twos. The bold ones continued to touch the stairs, while the timid ones searched for hidden positions and waited for a sneak attack.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

After four gunshots, there was a neat sound of falling to the ground from the stairs, and then, a brisk whistle sounded in the corridor on the eighth floor.

Russell made no effort to hide his whereabouts. His arrogant whistle was particularly piercing in the silent building. To the killers, the funny whistle sounded like a death scythe dragging across the ground, making the palms of their guns full of sweat.

"~"

As the whistle sounded, the two killers who were ambushing in the aisle gestured and rushed out from the left and right sides at the same time, raising their guns to aim at Russell, who was facing away from them.

Boom! Boom!

Russell withdrew the m9 from his armpit, stuffed it into the holster, listened for a moment, and pointed the gun at the wooden door next to him.

bang!

The wooden door was violently pushed open, and the killer who broke through the door saw the black muzzle of m4A1, and he didn't know anything in the next second.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Bang

On the seventh floor, gunshots continued. Strangely, no one screamed under the continuous gunfire. After a short ten seconds, whistles sounded on the stairs on the sixth and seventh floors.

The scalps of the assassins ambushing on the sixth floor were numb, and they vaguely felt that something was wrong. Yes, they obviously established the encirclement circle, but what happened to the absurd illusion of falling into the trap and killing them at the first glance?

Who actually surrounded whom?

"Hey, eight people on this floor, you are breathing too fast, come out and lead to death, I want to go downstairs directly, there are ten people waiting for me on the fifth floor!"

The clamor provoked the tense nerves of the killers, and the five killers stretched their hands out of the wall at the same time, and pulled the trigger at Russell's position.

The magazine was empty, they leaned against the wall to replace the bullets, and then quickly looked towards the stairs.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

When the three corpses recovered their positions, there was a big hole in their foreheads, and they collapsed to the ground motionless, probably dead.

"Hello, there are five more. I want to tell you good news. I have no bullets in my gun, and I dare not change the magazine."

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Four gunshots were fired, and the four innocent guys were dying. At the end of the corridor, the last killer cat was in the corner, soaked in sweat, and the hand holding the gun trembled at a high frequency, resembling the buzzing of sufficient electricity.

Jingle.

There was a crisp sound from far to near, and the killer caught a glimpse of something at his feet from the corner of his eye. He lowered his head slightly and found that it was a grenade.

"Sbeep!"

Without even thinking about it, the killer jumped out of the hiding place, and the next second his forehead was pressed against the black muzzle of the gun.

Boom!

The body was carried away by inertia, hit the wall and collapsed to the ground, Russell picked up the grenade that had not been pulled off the tab, and stuffed it into the pocket of his trousers.

Fifth floor!

Hearing Russell's precise report of the number of people upstairs, the ten killers looked at each other in blank dismay. The two killers who were closest to the stairs were very attentive and walked towards the fourth floor with lowered footsteps.

There are many people on the fourth floor, and a squeeze can bring some warmth to their cold hearts.

Boom! Boom!

After two gunshots, Russell walked into the fourth floor. The two killers, longing for warmth, finally gradually became cold.

It's normal, as we all know, once upon a time there was a killer with cold hands, cold heart, and cold gun, and in the end he was frozen in shit.

The situation is exactly the same as these two killers.

There was a lot of gunfire on the fifth floor. After a roar of nervous breakdown, the gunfire stopped, and the whistle representing the death came to the fourth floor.

Click!

Russell changed the m4A1 rifle magazine, heard the sound of objects passing through the air, looked down at the shock bomb at his feet, and made a sound of panic.

"oops!"

boom! !

Footsteps sounded, twelve killers rushed out quickly, gunshots rang out, and then they lay neatly in a row.

The number of killers who have died has exceeded the number of small red dots marked at the beginning, Russell doesn't care, because there are more and more vehicles on the square, and a steady stream of killers are coming.

\u0026nb4A1 put the butt of the gun against his shoulder, stood at the window and fired continuously, and staged a headshot tragedy in the parking lot, leaving helpless corpses.

Two seconds after the magazine bottomed out, these newcomers were gone before they knew what happened.

Russell changed the magazine, stepped on the golden shell and walked towards the stairs. After entering the third floor, he did exactly the same, and killed all fifteen killers.

There were too many people, and he was too lazy to calculate. He only knew that after cleaning the first floor, the New York Continental Hotel would lose more than a hundred killers.

He was a little curious about the welfare system of the Continental Hotel, and wondered if the six million bounty was enough to cover the funeral expenses.

...

【Name: Russell】

【Amount: Updating】

When Russell killed all directions and bloodbathed the abandoned building, the Continental Hotel exploded on the spot. The unprecedented loss made everyone busy, and the operator dialed Stanfield's phone.

"Dear junior member, the account you created is currently paying 6 million US dollars. After verification, the account amount is seriously insufficient. It needs to be increased to 20 million US dollars. Please confirm immediately."

"what?"

Holding the phone, Stan Phil was stunned and said, "I can't understand what nonsense you are talking about."

The operator was silent for a moment, and said bluntly: "Sir, we have lost 82 professionals... oh, now it is 96, and the number continues to surge. During the time I speak to you, the account amount has increased to 24 million US dollars Knife, please confirm immediately."

"Are you kidding me, did my money come from the wind?"

Stan Phil was furious, and roared into the phone: "How many people you lost has nothing to do with me. How can anyone ask for a price increase after placing an order? I am Party A, not Kaizi."

Stan Phil expressed his disbelief. He knew that Russell was a monster, but in just a short while, there were hundreds of people. It was obviously a lie about the number and a forced increase in the price.

For the first time, Stan Phil realized that it was not safe to go through formal procedures, and their hearts were even darker.

"Sir, we have automatically transferred 30 million U.S. dollars, and please correct your attitude, otherwise I will place an order to buy your life. Believe me, your head is only worth 30,000 U.S. dollars."

The operator was very rude and threatening, and then changed into an official sweet voice: "Congratulations, you are now a senior member, goodbye!"

Beep beep! !

Stan Phil was lying on the head of the bed cold all over, when a text message came suddenly, his mistress contacted him, why the private account suddenly lost 30 million dollars.

"woo woo woo"

Stan Phil didn't speak, and shed tears of grievance. Apart from the filial piety and maintenance of personal connections during the holidays, this money is already more than half of his net worth.

...

Boom! Boom! Boom! Bang

In the lobby on the first floor, Russell turned sideways calmly, dodged the incoming bullets, pulled out the M9 at his waist, and the two bullets shot away two lives.

He stood in the pile of corpses to reload the rifle, and also changed the magazine for the m9 by the way. The bloody smell around him made him very uncomfortable. He glanced coldly at the gate and looked at the hesitant killers in the parking lot.

More than fifty killers crowded in the parking lot, but none of them dared to take a step forward. A killer cat raised a sniper rifle at Russell behind the car, and then fell to the ground with a blown forehead.

All the killers lay down, and some of them wanted to leave with trembling teeth, but they were afraid that they would die if they exposed their heads, because more than 130 of them died in the abandoned building, but they didn't hurt a single hair of the monster.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding

Continuous text messages sounded in the parking lot, and several killers tremblingly picked up their phones, the latest group message from the Continental Hotel.

【Name: Russell】

【Status: Global open contract】

[Amount: US$100 million]

The sudden increase in the amount can only be achieved by Stan Phil, who has worked hard for decades and returned to bankruptcy overnight, and is currently doubting his life.

Stanfield only paid 50 million US dollars, and the rest was supplemented by the New York branch of the Continental Hotel. The loss of killer resources was serious. This was the most serious time since the opening of the Continental Hotel in the world. Even if it was to restore dignity and credibility, they would not Let it go.

The hunt continues...