End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

In the general manager's office, Winston and the adjudicator were speechless, and the head worth 300 million dollars was sent to the door, so there was no need for the two to continue arguing.

Whoever gets the head first has the right to laugh at the other party wantonly.

The adjudicator dialed the phone and allowed more than forty heavily armed elite killers to enter the hotel, and then slowly contacted the operator. With the authority of the adjudicator, the world announced the suspension of the Continental Hotel in New York.

There is no rule, even if the rule is unreasonable, it still maintains the current order.

Murder is prohibited in the Continental Hotel. This seemingly unreasonable rule represents the supreme majesty of the High Table Conference.

This is what it exists for!

"Mr. Winston, I am now capable of killing you."

The adjudicator snorted coldly and continued, "But you don't have the ability to kill me, because I represent the High Table Conference."

"That's right, you should be thankful that I am a loyal person to the organization, otherwise you would be dead."

Winston took his time. He couldn't kill the arbitrator, but the arbitrator couldn't kill him either. This was also a rule. Only the Council of the High Table could kill him, not a dog.

"Anyone can say big things, and soon you will know how incompetent you are."

"Wait and see!"

The hotel shutdown documents have been reviewed, and the shelter no longer protects everyone from harm. The killers in the hotel moved after hearing the news. They had a hunch that the hotel floor would be stained with blood today.

"I'm going to order the 300 million dollars!"

"It's me."

"..."

The killers shuttled through the hotel floors one by one, confirmed that the elevator that Russell took had reached the basement, and rushed towards his location with a grin on his face.

Ding! !

The elevator stopped, and the tall security guard made a "please" gesture and said politely: "Sir, I will not accompany you. The manager is in the wine cellar. You can see him as you walk forward."

Russell stepped out of the elevator and muttered, "The manager who lives in the basement... the female manager?"

Behind him, the security guard took out a pistol from his arms with a smirk, and pointed it at Russell's back.

After a bang, bean curds were everywhere in the elevator, and the two metal doors slowly merged.

Russell put the M9 in the holster, reached out and pressed the elevator button, and found that the elevator was locked and could not take him out of the basement.

"It's a boring trick, let me tell you first, the appetizer is not delicious enough, I will get mad."

Russell took out the M4A1 from his trousers pocket and looked for the stairs of the wine cellar. After a while, he came back to his senses: "Hey, no, it looks like I just came here to get mad."

Slap!

While he was talking to himself, the lights in the basement were turned off, and the sound of rustling footsteps gradually became clear around him.

"Five people, still using military night vision goggles, it's too bullying."

Russell curled his lips slightly. The five killers are well-equipped, but he can only use his five senses, mind, electromagnetic and other abilities to make positioning judgments, and build a 3D model to mark the coordinates. It is really too bullying.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three shots were fired, and the bullet passed through the gap in the wine barrel, hitting three heads with precision.

The remaining two killers took a step back, and when they saw this, they hurriedly lay down on the ground, and their pistols followed the night vision goggles, looking for Russell's voice.

Then, two long legs appeared in front of him.

Boom! Boom!

After shooting two Voldemorts, Russell found the spiral staircase at the corner, counted one, two, three, four, five, and stepped up.

one! two! three! Four! Five...six!

Six warm corpses limp on the ground,

Russell didn't look back, leaving blood-red shoe prints that gradually faded.

On the second floor of the basement, more than a dozen killers swarmed in, running fast without touching their feet.

They heard gunshots, no, they heard the crisp sound of 300 million US dollars hitting the ground, their eyes were red, and they were afraid that if they took a step too late, they might not even have the chance to make up the gun.

Russell entered the Continental Hotel alone, and no one thought he could get out alive. Even if he set a brutal record of 237 kills/0 injuries, no one thought he could continue to perform miracles.

This is the Continental Hotel, the headquarters of the killer in New York. It gathers industry elites from various countries and cities to carry out missions. Pick one at random, not to mention one as ten, at least it is an easy 1V5 high-end product.

Assassins are more or less conceited. They think that Russell can kill two hundred and thirty people in the slums, but here, ten people can't handle it.

"I saw him..."

Boom! Boom! Boom! Bang——

A swarm of bullets swept down, except for the killer who spoke, who left his last words, everyone else left only regrets.

Before a shot is fired, people are gone.

Russell changed the magazine, and a grenade flew in front of him. He reached out to catch it, and threw it back, hitting the face of the killer rushing out of the stairs.

There was a loud noise, and the orange-red fireball swelled violently. Russell walked briskly towards the shock wave. Under the watchful eyes of the two killers, one gave them a peanut.

"It's just that the body is resistant to explosions. I can't accept this. I dare to say that I am an elite."

Russell was disdainful, and secretly thought that the so-called elites were nothing more than that, not to mention other things, the psychological quality alone was seriously unqualified.

Turning the corner of the stairs, entering the last floor of the hotel lobby, more than 20 killers hid in the corner, with long guns and short cannons exposed outside the wall, and they pulled the trigger at the same time.

Metal projectiles rushed past like a shower, smashing the wall around Russell into a sieve. He frowned and closed his eyes, the electromagnetic wave diffused and positioned, and then he clenched the M4A1 tightly, and the moment the cross arm was thrown out, he continuously pulled the trigger.

If the frequency is too fast, there is no difference between burst firing and holding the trigger.

After the gunfire stopped, corpses were strewn all over this floor, and all the killers hiding behind the wall died from the bullets struck from the side.

Those who dealt with the corpses in the later stage must not understand it, because comparing the ballistics, if it wasn't for the bullets with tracking and positioning, it can only mean that the more than 20 killers are all blind, and the enemy will turn a blind eye when they walk by.

But looking at the location where the M4A1 bullet fell, they will only doubt life more.

Now that he decided to go crazy, Russell didn't intend to hide the fact that he would throw the gun.

It's actually very simple. When you shoot, there is a trace of electromagnetism... Ahem, you just shake your arm suddenly, and you can give the bullet a horizontal acceleration, thus forming an arc, and hitting the enemy sideways.

That's right, that's it, very scientific!

Russell's practice is not bad, self-sustaining has already entered the room, and the 90-degree right angle is no problem at all. Occasionally, the gun feel comes, and the bullet can cross the S-shaped curve in mid-air.

Quite ashamed, he still has a long way to go before the boss let the bullet leave the F beep in the air.

In the lobby on the first floor, the huge combined windows were closed by curtains, so that the sunlight from the outside couldn't shine in. In addition, the lights were turned off, it was like a dark night, and you couldn't see your fingers.

"Cut, it's a military night vision device again, can't we change it to a new one?"

Russell shouted BB, the most annoying of these killers who rely on equipment, they have no technical content at all.

After the BB, he used electromagnetic waves to locate the forty killers in the house, then carried the M4A1 on his shoulder and fired at the wall.

After the fifteen rounds were poured, he stopped pulling the trigger finger, not because he forgot to add the movement of swinging his arm, but because he found that the forty people in the hall were all well-equipped and had reached the level of black technology.

For example, their bulletproof helmets perfectly resist the penetration of rifle bullets. After hitting, they are brought down by the impact force, and they will be fine when they get up and shake their heads.

clatter! clatter! clatter! clatter----

There was a burst of gunfire, a shuttle of bullets covered Russell's position, a metal storm blocked the stairs, and occasionally a few grenades slid close to the ground, blowing up the surrounding area into a mess.

"Taking back what I said before, there is indeed a new trick, and it's very powerful!"

The Russell cat was in the corner. After sighing, he put away the M4A1, took out a one-meter-long M249 machine gun from his pants pocket, and loaded the 100-round magazine.

After thinking for a while, he took out another M249 machine gun, held one in each hand, and strode... without going out.

I always feel like something is missing!

Russell thought for a while, put on his sunglasses, lit a cigarette, held it in his mouth at a forty-five degree downward, and finally found a little feeling.

He stepped out, raised his foot to step on a rolling grenade, and pulled the trigger with both hands to release the ammunition.

boom! !

After a loud noise, Russell walked out of the turbulent flame vortex, and two M249 machine guns fired continuously, suppressing forty rifles on the opposite side at a crazy rate of fire of 500 rounds per minute.

clatter! clatter! clatter! clatter----

These bulletproof helmets are really not blown, a machine gun bullet still does not break the defense, and the impact force does not break the necks of the killers.

Russell hit the same location with three consecutive bullets before breaking the bulletproof helmet and reaping the heads with difficulty.

"Request support..."

Boom!

"He's weird..."

Boom!

"F beep..."

Boom!

With the magazine empty, Russell moved slowly in the hail of bullets. The opponent was desperate. He also cooperated with hiding behind a pillar to change the magazine, in case his invulnerability was exposed and frightened the killers on the opposite side.

Jingle!

Eight shock bombs rolled out and spread around Russell's feet. With a bang, a strong light bloomed, the noise spread, and then the smoke filled the hall, causing white smoke to billow in the hall.

Russell froze for a moment, then let out a BB in a low voice.

"Oh, I can't see it!"

He was very curious about the special tactical equipment on these forty killers. For the time being, he defined them as high-end goods in the killer world. After they walked out with guns, they formed fire suppression again.

The forty assassins suffered heavy losses, and before fully understanding what happened, only seven remained.

Two of them were very convinced that the rifle bullet hit Russell, and the saturation covered at least ten bullets. Judging by Russell's clothes, he didn't look like he was wearing reinforced armor. Why didn't he respond?

If that suit is state-of-the-art body armor, perfect for protecting your internal organs from the force of the impact, what about the stun bomb?

No helmets!

clatter! clatter! clatter! clatter----

The seven killers howled helplessly, the gunshots stopped abruptly, and the four of them probed to check. After the bang bang bang, the body also bang bang to the end.

The remaining three people did not dare to show their heads, they rolled out suddenly when they heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

There were a few more bang bang bang bangs, and the last killer rolled over the corner, screaming in a collapsed manner, and pulled the trigger on Russell.

The bullets hit Russell, jumping happily on his body, two of them hit his face, and biu flew into the air in one go.

Click! Click! Click————

The magazine had been emptied, but the killer threw the trigger and curled up in a corner looking extremely helpless.

"Go away, monster! Please... go away!!"

Russell shrugged, and amidst the killer whimpering, he stuffed two M249 machine guns into his trouser pockets, and then took out the M4A1 to change the magazine.

"Don't move, I'll hit you on the head if you move, don't be afraid, I'll just try on your body armor."

Russell pulled the bolt, and the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a sunny and righteous smile.

"Woooooooo, don't come here!"

The killer slammed his gun at Russell, then pulled out his pistol and fired, the magazine was empty, and he cried more fiercely.