End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

People watch the tiger in the cage and talk and laugh happily with each other. It is because the cage is strong enough that the tiger cannot escape. But once the tiger breaks free from the cage, people cannot maintain elegance and indifference, especially after the tiger tore off its disguise and revealed that it is a tyrannosaurus, the fear spreads faster.

Russell is equipped with the character card of the purple man. This guy who is purple from the beginning to the end even has a penis from the Marvel world, and his occupation is a super villain.

The purple man has the super power to command and control other people. His body can emit hormones similar to volatile chemicals. When the target's skin absorbs these hormones, he will be controlled by the purple man.

Similar to hypnosis, but stronger, because the Purple Man can control hundreds or thousands of people at once.

It was too wasteful to use this card, but Russell still did it. What was pent up in his chest must be vented, otherwise his thoughts would not be clear, so what's the point of him wanting this power!

Human Skin Inn!

He didn't feel much when watching movies before. Russell just felt that the rich people outside the glass were too cold-blooded, but when he was in it, sitting on the cold Xing chair, he suddenly felt the wailing from the souls of the dead...

The desperation and powerlessness is really painful!

Killing is nothing more than nodding, and basing one's own happiness on the lives of others. It is too light to describe it as cruel, and it should be called anti-humanity. The people outside the glass are no different from the devil, and the devil should stay in the devil's territory, for example...

hell!

Russell stood in front of the bulletproof glass, raised his hand and tapped twice, looking at the flustered players, a bright smile appeared on his purple face.

A muffled incantation sounded, and the players didn't know what happened. The game was out of control, and they began to evacuate in an orderly manner for their own safety.

The white coat has been controlled by Russell, standing beside him with a machete in his hands like a loyal guard.

Outside the glass, the middle-aged man with the appearance of a leader cursed a freak. He was referring to Russell, who could transform and was purple all over. No matter how he looked at it, he was not a normal person.

Under his order, two guards with guns rushed into the room, but as soon as they entered the door, they seemed to have lost their souls and raised their guns to kill each other.

Russell finished reciting the spell, and pointed at the body of a guard: "Jason, follow my call and start your killing."

on the ground,

A guard who had just breathed his last trembled and stretched his arms to get up from the ground. He walked up to Russell, picked up the machete held by the white coat, and swiped with a backhand, cutting the white coat in half.

Facing the bulletproof glass, Jason didn't pause at all. He punched out dense cracks one after another, and then slammed into it sideways, knocking the entire piece of bulletproof glass away.

Finally, without the obstruction of the bulletproof glass, the purple man's ability began to play a role. Under Russell's hypnosis, the leader summoned all his subordinates through the walkie-talkie. They drove the players into the arena with guns, and inhaled the neurohormones in the air one by one.

Russell wanted these cold-blooded powerful people to fantasize about their own worst fears, but the worst thing is that what these people fear and fear most is losing power.

Russell has no power or power, unable to empathize with why they are afraid, and simply let go of their thoughts, allowing them to watch themselves with a butcher knife and the people around them kill each other while their minds are clear.

A killing feast was held in a luxurious box, and soon the air was filled with blood, and the blood on the ground was piled up with broken limbs, and the final winner was given a knife by Jason.

This is a prize issued by Russell, the organizer, and it must be taken away!

Russell opened the door and left, leaving behind a slaughterhouse-like room, leading Jason to wander around the building, and found his props in the guard room after a while.

Camera, Sand Eagle · God, Terminator sunglasses, credit card!

In addition, Russell also found his identity documents, driver's license, social security card, and a plane ticket to Paris. What he likes most about the system is that he has a legal identity every time he crosses, which saves a lot of trouble. necessary trouble.

Jason dug out a hockey mask out of nowhere and put it on his face. The Purple Man's character had expired, but Russell didn't extend it. He called up the monitor and deleted the picture about himself.

When I turned to the scene where the purple man appeared, I thought about it and kept it, and then asked Jason to sweep around the building with a machete. let it out.

After leaving these two videos, he took Jason and left. He took a few bunches of keys from the guard room, and finally chose the familiar Ford F-150. On the one hand, the interior space of the car is spacious enough for Jason, who is big and round, and on the other hand, the car is crash-resistant, and it feels safer to drive than a small car.

It was already seven o'clock in the evening, Ford was driving on the highway, and Russell found the airport to board the plane through the map on the car. Seeing that the flight time was seven hours, he bought a large portion of junk food for himself when he passed by a motel halfway. Jason had nothing to eat. He was possessed by a dead person and didn't need to eat.

After driving to the city, and then arriving at the airport through a crowded tunnel, Russell handed Sand Eagle Tenshen to Jason for safekeeping, and walked into the airport wearing sunglasses and a camera. No one would doubt anything about his attire.

The departure time was 9:25 p.m., and Russell arrived an hour and a half earlier. After completing the formalities, he found a seat in the corner of the rest area in front of the boarding gate for a nap. He took a plane to his destination. Jason didn't have an ID card or an air ticket. He had a machete on his waist and two Sand Eagles. It was impossible for him to board the plane under normal circumstances, so he had to sit on the landing gear.

Russell is not worried that Jason won't be able to get on the landing gear. This guy has a very awesome skill 'stealth'. The name of the skill was chosen by Russell himself. Its abilities are mainly tracking and invisibility (crazily reducing the sense of presence).

Locking on a target, Jason can come to the target without anyone noticing, and he can never be shaken off until the target dies.

This is simply an assassin's dream skill, and Russell finally understands why Jason is always one step ahead. Those unlucky people he killed are not stupid, but they really can't find him.

About half an hour later, a tourist group composed of high school students arrived at the boarding gate under the leadership of several teachers. It is impossible for seventeen or eighteen-year-olds to sit still. As soon as this group of people entered the arena, they made a fuss, some pushing and fighting, some hugging and chewing together, a whole group of runaway wild horses.

After another half an hour, five male and female groups of various shapes and sizes arrived, three men and two women, with solemn expressions, no joy of traveling at all, more like rushing to the execution ground.

Russell paid attention to the five people, because they all have black hair and yellow skin, which are very conspicuous in the black and white.

A fat man among the five winked at Russell, but Russell didn't respond. He was leaning on the seat wearing sunglasses, and those who didn't know thought he was asleep.

The fat man thought so too, walked up to Russell and sat down, bumped Russell's shoulder, and made a gesture: "Brother, are you here to participate in the team battle?"

Russell was stunned, what are you participating in?

"Sorry, I admitted the wrong person, you continue to sleep." Seeing this, the fat man laughed twice, apologized and returned to the team.

Finally, it was time to board the plane, and there was no delay in taking off on the hour. Three men and two women walked into the boarding gate as quickly as possible, and Russell followed behind the high school student team.

After finding his seat, Russell turned around and saw that the fat man was still there. The latter looked at him suspiciously, and asked again: "Brother, are you really not here to participate in the team battle?"

Russell closed his eyes and pretended not to hear, realizing that he might have come into contact with a character in the plot, but there was no hint, and he didn't know how to answer the conversation.

The fat man stared at Russell for a long time before he began to look around. His big butt only covered half of the seat, as if the iron plate was about to burn red underneath, and he was ready to escape at any time.

At this moment, there was a commotion in the student team, and a handsome high school boy shouted loudly: "The plane will explode. I'm not joking. It will fall after takeoff."

The scene was out of control, and the flight attendants couldn't appease the restless high school boy. For the safety of other passengers, they had no choice but to drive him off the plane.

With a bang, the combination of three men and two women stood up from their seats, and they were the first to board the plane, and they were also the first to leave.

Russell glanced at the high school student who was being lifted up by the flight attendants, cursed MMP silently, and followed him off the plane as if his butt was smoking.

Death is coming!

If you still can't guess which movie's plot you are in, Russell was charging for nothing some time ago...