End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

A reward of 100 million US dollars was publicly offered around the world, and the killers on the entire planet went crazy. They witnessed the account amount soaring from 6 million with their own eyes, and the information included a friendly reminder from the New York branch of the Continental Hotel.

It is said to be a friendly reminder, but it is more like a warning. It is a long sentence, and the general summary is: value for money, don't bother novices.

In other words, the $100 million is very hot, so be careful not to waste your money.

Perhaps the killers in other cities, or even other countries, are still lucky and ready to take a long trip to earn a high amount of extra money, but the killers in New York City have basically calmed down, and the 100 million dollars facing the ostentatious $100 million knife is not in trouble.

For the first time, the killers far from the slums lamented that traffic congestion is not a bad thing. At least this time, they saved a small life because of the slow speed.

But the killers in the parking lot were not so lucky. After the 100 million dollar group text message, another wave of parking boom was set off in the slums, and the number of killers gathered here approached triple digits.

After failing to rush into the abandoned building twice in a row, and failing to escape by driving three times in a row, the remaining fifty killers shivered behind the car.

If you can't advance or retreat, you will die if you show your head!

The pressure of death was like a boulder, which made them breathless. Some people jumped repeatedly on the verge of collapse, covering their faces with their hands and weeping bitterly.

"I can't stand it!"

Unable to bear the pressure, a killer suddenly stood up from the ground. After a gunshot, the killer got his wish and received the lunch box.

He walked away with a smile on his face!

The corpse's hands and feet twitched, and the killer next to him looked at the bean curd all over the floor, his eyelids twitched slightly, but he didn't say much.

Small scene, I have seen it many times today.

"Damn, he came out, and the monster came towards us."

A female killer was holding a vanity mirror, and when she saw Russell walking out of the hall on the first floor with the M4A1 on her shoulders, she was frightened and increased the humidity of the air.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Bang————

There was a lot of gunfire in the parking lot, and the killers pointed their guns and short cannons at the lobby on the first floor, venting their fire like crazy.

Two people didn't give up, took the opportunity to sneak into the car door, started the car and wanted to escape from here.

After the gunshots, the car turned sharply, lost control and crashed into the wall, but this was not a traffic accident because the people inside were gone before the accident.

When the dense gunfire stopped, Russell stepped out of the corner, and the M4A1 was raised horizontally, slashing in front of him from right to left, and the bullets accurately hit the guns or arms exposed outside the car of the killers.

Occasionally, a few poked their heads out, and all their foreheads were blooming, and they left without saying hello.

Click!

The sound of M4A1 changing magazines sounded, but there was only the groan of the wounded killer in the parking lot, but no one dared to show his head or even shoot back.

The spiritual defense line was crushed into slag, and this group of people had lost their will to fight. Some of them smeared some blood on the ground, smeared it on their faces and fell to the ground, pretending to be dead...

Then being kicked awake by a companion, this is so stupid.

Russell walked into the parking lot and walked through the chaotic vehicles, gunshots followed one after another, eroding the killers' mental will little by little.

"Don't shoot, I have a daughter to raise, she is only three years old, I can't die here, please let me go."

With a crying voice, a killer raised his hands and stood out from behind the car.

There was dead silence in the parking lot, and the killers were full of expectations. If the colleagues who had daughters were not dead, then...then they all had daughters.

Russell narrowed his eyes slightly, and grinned after a while: "You do have a daughter,

But she is already twenty years old, and she is the daughter you paid for. "

Boom!

A bullet sent this scumbag to hell, Russell continued to clean up the killers in the parking lot, and the killers angrily launched the last wave of counterattacks when they saw his style of leaving no one alive.

After the magazine was replaced, more than thirty killers stood up at the same time and pointed their guns at Russell.

They gambled, gambled their own luck, confronted head-on, Russell couldn't kill them all in an instant, some people would survive.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Bang————

Russell withdrew the magazine, and the killers in front of them fell to the ground neatly with their guns raised, as if the Internet cafe went offline collectively when the power was cut off.

They lost the bet, Russell could really kill them all in an instant.

"Hey, if it's a man, put down the gun and have a life-threatening duel with me."

In the parking lot, the two remaining killers stood up, their eyes were bloodshot and red, and each held a dagger in their hands.

Russell: "..."

Where did this stupid beep come from?

"Comeon, throw the gun away, it's time for you to prove yourself!"

Boom! Boom!

Russell pulled the trigger speechlessly, shaking his head at the corpse: "Sorry, I don't have to prove anything to you."

Scoff!

A convertible sports car drove into the parking lot. In the driver's seat, the blonde killer was wearing a red evening dress. Her slender waist made her chest bulge. She looked at Russell in the pile of corpses in astonishment, and quickly reacted, reversed the car and fled from the spot.

"Miss, walk slowly, no one is chasing you..."

In the face of high-quality resources, Russell always couldn't bear it, and didn't want to see the tragedy of his head blooming, so he suppressed the muzzle of the M4A1.

After the sports car drove out of the corner of the parking lot, he pulled out the M9 arm and swung it violently, a bullet with an arc was ejected, followed by the sound of the sports car hitting the wall.

This way you can't see it!

So far, the killers in New York City have completely calmed down. More than 200 of their colleagues died in civilian areas, and they can't do without calm down.

At the same time, the "High Table Organization" of the New York branch of the Continental Hotel paid close attention to Russell. Although more than two hundred killers were an extremely serious loss, what was even more fearful was that the reputation of the Continental Hotel suffered a heavy blow. Second-rate.

What should I do if I take off my clothes?

Just wear it again.

The idea of ​​the High Table organization is also simple and rude, kill Russell to restore credibility, and clean up uncontrollable risks by the way.

Perhaps Russell has demonstrated a strong combat power of one against a hundred, but after all, he is a body of flesh and blood. The High Table organization firmly believes that Russell cannot be on full alert 24 hours a day.

He needs to eat and drink, he needs sleep to replenish energy, he can't carry a gun on his body forever...

A professional team of 40 people set off for New York, and the reward for Russell was raised again. As long as any killer kills him, he can get rich overnight and gain a lofty identity and status within the organization.

【Name: Russell】

【Status: Global open contract】

[Amount: 300 million U.S. dollars]

...

"Hello, Chief?"

Russell took out his mobile phone and walked towards the surveillance camera: "It's me, the situation is a bit serious, about 200 killers surrounded me."

"I'm fine, I'm not hurt, I've actually got the situation under control...Of course, who am I, I've got them all under control."

"My current position is in XXX, not our jurisdiction. I hope you and your colleagues here can explain it to you. We are all on our own. Don't embarrass yourself... Oh, I mean, don't embarrass me."

"It's really fine!"

Russell turned to look at the parking lot, and nodded heavily: "I'm not kidding you, they are all honest, active and cooperative, and have no unrealistic fantasies."

After making the phone call, Russell raised his hand to beckon the surveillance camera, and then pulled out the M9 to shoot it up.

After finishing all this, he looked sideways at the lobby on the first floor, shrugged and said, "I know you're there, don't hide, just stand up!"

There was no response, as if Russell was talking to himself.

"Don't hide, I'm talking about you, the invisible one."

"..."

As soon as the voice fell, Russell had three more infrared aiming points on his forehead, and a tall figure with a gray body and a metal visor appeared.

Visually estimated to be 2.2 meters tall, with a majestic physique, a chic reggae braid shawl, and a plasma cannon on the right shoulder, ready to go.

Predator!

Russell frowned. According to the biological reaction, he speculated that the visitor was an alien, but he didn't expect it to be a Predator.

He spread out the electromagnetic waves, sensed the communication equipment within a radius of two kilometers, and confirmed that there were no probes or other objects before pointing his gun at the Predator.

Boom!

With a gunshot, the Predator's head shook slightly, and the high-tech visor bounced off the bullet, leaving a trace of scratches.

To Russell's surprise, the Predator did not activate the electromagnetic cannon to fight back, but took off his visor and placed it on the ground respectfully.

The electromagnetic cannon was drawn to the back of the quilt, and the Predator grinned his gag-like mouth, his fierce eyes fixed on Russell, and with a clang, he popped out his own wrist knife.

A melee arm weapon, mounted on the outside of the wrist, has two parallel serrated blades, about 40 cm in length, sharp enough to cut the bones of various prey.

"Wow, little chic, looks like a real thing!"

Russell sighed, and then asked: "What do you mean by taking off your mask, singled out?"

Predator: ""(°ヘ°)...?(???‵‵)?...(￣▽￣)σ...(`_)(_')..."

Russell looked confused, and gestured and said, "Look at you, tear and beat, you're dead, Eagle tired?"

The Predator was silent for a few seconds, pointing to his chest, and then to Russell: "Strong! Challenge! Honor!"

When a Predator fights or hunts with a wrist knife, it means that the hunter stakes honor and pride in the fight, as well as his respect for the enemy.

In the collision of muscle on muscle, blood on blood, the Predator kills, or is killed by his enemies.

Whether the battle is life or death, they don't mind, because their beliefs and code of conduct make them regard honor as a supreme honor, which is more important than life.

Ridiculous, but true to the values ​​of the Predator, it is generally accepted that shame is worse than death.

Of course, the honor goes to the honor, the Predator is notoriously unable to afford to lose, whenever they are defeated by a strong enemy, they will explode themselves and die with the enemy.

The power is average, only at the level of a micro-nuclear explosion. Visually, it can only destroy Brooklyn and Manhattan.

"Well, you are different from them, you are a fighter instead of a killer, so let me satisfy you once."

With a sigh of emotion, Russell threw away the M4A1 and M9 in his hand, and took off the bulletproof vest by the way.

The Predator on the opposite side was stunned, snorted coldly, and took off his breastplate, as if he didn't want to take advantage of Russell.

Then, he took out the fighting stick from his waist, and ejected it into a double-ended spear that extended more than two meters. Both sides were extremely sharp and had an electric shock effect.

The Predator threw the spear and it fell at Russell's feet.

"Understood, I have a weapon."

Russell shook his head slightly, kicked the spear back, and then pulled out the Adamantium alloy knife from his trousers pocket.

"..."

The Predator looked at Russell's pockets suspiciously, preparing to take off his pants as a souvenir of honor after the battle.