End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

As the hounds approached, Smith conjured up a plan to pull the diaper from under the baby's bottom. The dog's favorite things are stained on it, and the smell is a bit pungent. It can be used as bait to trick the dog away and come to a golden cicada to escape its shell.

Smith was about to start shitting, when suddenly there was the roar of an engine at the entrance of the alley. He thought it was reinforcements coming from the other side, but he didn't want a pistol to stick out from the car window, and it just emptied the clip on the suits and ties.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The 15 rounds of bullets were tilted within a few seconds. The men in suits and ties did not expect that Smith had an accomplice, and they were hit by a black gun from behind. It was very difficult for two people to walk side by side in the alley. Seven or eight people fell down on the spot when a shuttle of bullets hit them.

Regardless of the dead, those who didn't die naturally wailed, and the short leader didn't expect that, he always thought Smith was a lone ranger.

A group of people were looking for a hidden spot, and when they turned back, the sound of the engine outside the alley had already left.

The dog barked wildly because of the gunshots, and a group of people dared not stand up, for fear of being shot black again. What they expected was correct. Smith suddenly shot his head and killed five people with five bullets.

Facing the enemy, under the curse of the short leader, a group of people left their wailing companions and fled into the corner of the alley in embarrassment.

The sound of the engine outside the alley sounded again, this time in a different direction, and the short leader threatened with a gun, but no one wanted to rush out to die. After the sound of the engine disappeared, they walked out cautiously, but the target Smith had already disappeared.

"Shit!"

The short leader's eyes flickered with anger, and he punched the wall beside him with a fist, then blushed, and rubbed the back of his hands secretly behind his back.

When I punched down, there would be nothing wrong with just a dusty concrete wall, but my hands would hurt a lot.

...

The Ford F-150 was driving on the road at night, Russell was driving, Smith was sitting in the co-pilot, and Quintana was holding the baby in the back seat.

The car was a little quiet. Russell held the steering wheel and asked, "Smith?"

"Who are you?"

Smith had a cold attitude and was completely unaware of being rescued. He could leave safely without Russell. He had the strength.

"My name is Russell, and this is my letter of introduction."

Russell took out a letter from his jacket pocket, and Smith took it. After reading it, the guard in his eyes weakened a bit.

The specially made thread bomb made Smith smile knowingly: "How is the cross doing recently?"

"To be honest, it's not very pleasant. His son was kidnapped... the company he left."

"Hehe, that company is going to be in trouble!"

Russell shrugged when he heard the words. Is this considered commercial nonsense?

Smith was sitting upright, with the word 'pretentious' written on his cold face: "For the sake of the cross, I promised to train you for a week, but I can't do it now, until I finish the matter at hand."

Russell said politely, "Do you need my help?"

"No, a little trouble, I can handle it by myself."

After saying this, Smith closed his eyes and took a nap. It could be seen that the man was very tired, but he still tried to show a tough posture.

Russell is very self-aware. Smith didn't show it to him, but to reassure the women in the back row. Russell glanced at the rearview mirror, a very charming woman, the more she looked at it, the more she felt familiar.

Fuck, isn't this my goddess!

The woman's face was 80% similar to Monica Bellucci's, and her figure was equally hot, but unfortunately her makeup was not so amazing, and the pungent and inferior perfume made it difficult for people to associate her with a goddess.

In the rearview mirror, Quintana noticed Russell's scrutiny, the corners of his mouth curled up and he gave a wink, and he opened his clothes as if no one else was there, and breastfed the awakened baby.

Russell looked away with a face full of pain, this temperament, this style, this is not the goddess in his mind.

When he met Smith, who was a pick and a dozen, Russell felt that he might have entered another world of plots, but when he met Quintana, who had the face of a goddess, he directly eliminated the word "possible".

This is definitely a new copy, but I don’t know which movie’s plot it is. Forgive Russell, he doesn’t have any impression of it in his memory, and the only impressions of the goddess are ‘Legend of Sicily’ and ‘The Matrix’.

Obviously, neither of these!

【Ding! 】

[The host contacts the story character Smith, triggers the lottery session, and gets two chances for the lottery. Do you want to draw now? 】

[The host contacts the plot character Donna Quintana, which triggers the lottery. Do you want to draw now? 】

Hearing the prompt in his head, Russell responded immediately, opened the interface and started the lottery draw. Like the big-backed head before, Smith brought him two lottery draws. And Donna Quintana, who can only say that the goddess face is not white, actually offered a lottery.

Obviously, the cross has never been triggered in a lottery draw!

The three consecutive draws ended, and Russell didn't know how to complain about the cards he got.

[Item Card: Carrot (eating more vegetables is good for physical and mental health)]

【Skill Card: Every Shot (Your Enemy Is Only Out of Ammunition)】

Smith provided two cards, the one-shot skill card is very high, Russell is a little eager to try, but the one-time one may be very large, in order not to waste it, now he can only pass the eye addiction.

As for the carrots...

Russell didn't want to make comments, so he looked at "One shot at one shot" and regarded it as an addition.

The third card, just looking at it, Russell felt full of malice from the world.

[Skill Card: Death Coil (Upgraded Version of Old Tree Coil Roots)]

Russell: "..."

My goddess, in this world, what on earth are you doing that is so proficient that the system recognizes it as a skill?

Also, is this card good for me?

...

In a bad mood, Ford drove into the city and parked in a hotel parking lot. Worse things happened. Smith was a poor man, and Russell paid for the lodging. He took three rooms, and finally one of them became vacant.

Quintana said that he didn't feel safe alone, so he held the baby in his arms and followed Smith into the room. When the door closed, Russell's face twitched.

"I paid for it..."

Silently, Russell unscrewed the door of the room next door, and was about to fall asleep on the bed. He had been driving all day and was mentally exhausted.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Russell vaguely heard a strange sound. He squinted his eyes slightly and got up from the bed softly. The sound came from the next door, that is, Smith's room, which made Russell nervous for a while. Could it be that the two were attacked.

Russell moved carefully, trying not to make any movement, and pressed his ear to the wall. The sound insulation effect of the hotel room was average, and there were waves of screams of torture.

"Oh, God! Oh...Try it hard!!!"

Russell rolled his eyes, secretly scolding men and women, the noise disturbs the people in the middle of the night, will the neighbors still go to work tomorrow?

The drowsiness was dispelled by the humming sound beside his ear, Russell washed his face with cold water, and checked the M9 he carried with him. At this moment, a dangerous warning suddenly rose in his heart, the door of the room was violently kicked open, and a man in black in a special combat uniform rushed in.

Boom!

Russell shot the man in black in the chest, turned around without looking at it and shot again, the glass window was shattered, and the man in black who descended to the window along the rope screamed and fell from mid-air.

There was a muffled sound of falling to the ground, and the screams stopped abruptly!

At the same time, gunshots erupted in the next room. Russell gasped and threw himself on the ground.

The wooden walls of the hotel were shot through, and Russell crawled to the door. There were no ghosts in the corridor, and apparently all went to Smith.

Smith was quick, and the fight inside was over by the time Russell came to his door.

"Smith!?"

"OK, I know it's you, I can hear your footsteps without making a sound."

Simple dialogue, avoiding unnecessary firefights, Russell strode into the door, and saw the dog and man hugging each other. Quintana wrapped her hands around Smith's neck and her legs were wrapped around his waist. Even if Russell walked in, she had no intention of leaving.

Quintana used the skill Death Coil, the effect was outstanding, Smith suffered heavy losses, and the ammunition depot was cleared!

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