End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

When he came to the entrance of the corridor on the third floor, Russell did not enter rashly. According to the reminder of the cross, the windows on the third floor were all sealed, either with the curtains drawn or directly nailed to the wooden boards.

The cross didn't say anything. According to the information he collected before and confirmed by Firefox and Wesley, the butcher's slaughterhouse was the ultimate way to reach Sloan's hiding office.

The reason why the slaughterhouse is on the third floor, not next to the restaurant on the second floor, is because the butcher's slaughterhouse does not provide meat, but provides corpses for the shooting range next door.

There are pig carcasses, and there are human...

The butcher is one of the few killers in the fraternity who can play with knives. He is very familiar with the structure of the human body, proficient in anatomy and torture, and is one of the core members.

Smelling the strong smell of blood in the air, Russell smelled the pungent smell of formalin. He hated this smell, which always made people think of glass jars and pale organs involuntarily.

There was not enough light in the corridor, and at the end of it was a dark room, and that was where the smell came from.

Butcher's slaughterhouse!

Russell stood against the wall, thought for a while and took out the grenade from his chest, pulled the ring and threw three first, and then threw a flash bomb.

When the explosion ended, he didn't hear the screams he was expecting, but the system reminded him that he had contacted the plot character Butcher and got a chance to draw a lottery.

The butcher is hiding in the dark slaughterhouse!

"It's so unfair, it makes me feel like I'm cheating... Well, it's so cool!"

Russell sighed, and strode towards the silent darkness. The dark room engulfed his figure like the mouth of a giant beast.

The room was very dark, with a faint light coming from the end, and pieces of pork were vaguely seen hanging in the air by iron hooks. The temperature in the whole room was very low, giving people a sense of horror movie.

Russell knew that many of these hanging pieces of meat were not pork...

The butcher was hiding in the darkness. He was lying on his stomach, his bloated body pressed against the ground, and his heartbeat was almost imperceptible. The butcher is a tall, burly, fat man, but this is all superficial. He is very well-proportioned, with powerful limbs. This kind of figure belongs to strong.

With a body weight of close to 300 pounds, he can master knife skills to perfection, and the butcher's nimble hands and feet and extraordinary nerve reflexes make many people feel ashamed. This is also a kind of talent, the patriarch appreciates face, he was born to eat with a knife.

The butcher has been lurking in the slaughterhouse for a long time. He is used to the darkness here. He only needs the faint light from both ends of the corridor to clearly judge the layout of the entire room. The position of each piece of pork, where there is an empty iron hook hanging, and Russell's approaching footsteps.

Tightening the bayonet in his hand, the butcher stared at the figure that was getting closer and closer. As long as the distance was enough, he was absolutely sure that he could stab the bayonet into Russell's heart before Russell shot.

The talent of the butcher is his body. His explosive power and jumping ability are beyond the limits of ordinary people. Under the bloated fat, there are astoundingly strong muscles.

Russell got closer and closer, and the butcher's body tensed up. His eyes were like poisonous snakes spitting out letters. He patiently waited for the prey to enter the trap. In the next second, he would bite the prey's neck and inject deadly poison.

A little closer... Take one more step, and your body will be mine. I will pass an iron hook through your shoulder bones, and then hang on...

clatter! clatter! clatter! clatter----

Russell stopped four meters in front of the butcher, the trigger of the M4A1 was pulled, and the flames lit up the surrounding space, reflecting the unbelievable face of the butcher.

Why is this happening?

The bullets beat the butcher into rotten flesh, and his gradually dimming eyes found the reason. Under the illumination of the flames, he saw clearly the fully armed Russell, especially the small device installed on the helmet.

External Helmet Infrared Thermal Imager! !

Butcher:"……"

Russell turns off the thermal imaging camera,

Looking at the corpse on the ground with a speechless face, he saw a fat man lying on the ground not long after he entered, and a large heat source almost filled the screen.

A large slice of refrigerated meat, just a heat source for the butcher...

To be honest, Russell hesitated for a while when he shot, thinking whether to throw another flash bomb to make the formation bigger, after all, it is not easy for people to lie down for a long time.

It wasn't the butcher who was at fault, he was a stubborn, honest guy, and Russell should have walked in with nothing more than a small pistol in his anticipation.

...

In front is Sloan's office, a room surrounded by many bookcases. Referring to the history of the fraternity, many of the books here are old. It's a pity that Sloan didn't learn the core values ​​from the books, only saw the power of money .

Perhaps, he saw clearly that this is a society where individuals cannibalize people, so he gave up his beliefs, became a hedonist, and turned to pursuing beautiful knives.

The task target Sloan is inside, as long as the opponent is solved, everything will end, but Russell stops at the entrance. In the original book, Wesley was surrounded by seven or eight killers raising guns as soon as he entered the door. If it wasn't for Firefox's dedication to his faith, he would basically die.

Russell felt that it would be the same for him, and he was more likely to be smashed into a broken rag by the barrage right after entering the door!

"I should bring some mice in..."

No rats to scout the way, never mind, and Wesley.

Russell decided to wait for Wesley and Firefox, on the one hand for the sake of his own life, and on the other hand to give Wesley a chance to show himself. The goddess he pursues has a high vision, and there is no link of pretending to be handsome, how can he win the heart of the goddess.

Wesley didn't keep Russell waiting too long. After clearing out the killers on the second floor and the gunsmith by the way, he went to the third floor with Firefox.

Seeing Russell's sneaky behavior, Firefox snorted contemptuously, stepped into the corridor and walked towards the office without hesitation.

Wesley glanced at Russell, obviously he also felt that if he rushed in, he would probably be shot, but the goddess must be surrounded by cannon fodder to block the bullets, so he trotted over without hesitation.

Firefox stopped suddenly in front of the office. Wesley followed very closely and almost ran into it. After stopping, he regretted it.

why should i stop

Wesley secretly blamed himself for missing the opportunity, but Firefox turned around and kicked him in the chest, and fell on his back.

Firefox kicked Wesley down, clenched the M1911 pistol with both hands, his heartbeat accelerated wildly, his eyes blazed, and he rushed into the office quickly.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Bang————

There had been an ambush in the office for a long time, and the moment Firefox rushed in, the eight long-awaited killers pulled the trigger.

Firefox rushed into the office at high speed, leaning back directly, his knees touched the marble floor, and his body slid forward. In slow motion, it can be seen that bullets pierced the air, leaving straight bullet marks, passing over her head.

It's impossible to come out unscathed, Firefox has bullet time, and eight killers are no ordinary characters. Especially the two core members, with the ability to predict bullet time, started shooting continuously when Firefox was gliding.

Firefox intercepted bullets in a bullet-to-bullet manner, and fell into the disadvantaged one-on-two. She was shot in the abdomen and shoulders. The pain made her almost gnaw her teeth, and she turned over and hid under the desk next to her.

The killers pointed their guns at the desk, and the two core members swung their guns to kill Firefox, but after two gunshots, all of them were shot in the forehead and fell limply to death.

It's Wesley!

In slow motion, his facial features are distorted and ferocious, and the murderous intent in his eyes is like a beast that chooses to devour people.

After killing the two core members, he swung his hands and fired a few shots without even looking at them, and he didn't care whether the rest of the killers were dead or not, and walked quickly to Firefox.