End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

Firefox's injury was a bit serious, let alone the gunshot in the shoulder, just being shot in the abdomen already made her lose her combat effectiveness. During the bullet time state, the adrenaline didn't make her feel much pain, but as the period ended, her condition became worse.

With trembling hands, Wesley lifted Firefox from the cold ground, gently embraced her in his arms, and stretched out his hand to press her wound.

Firefox smiled lightly, the smile was very beautiful, put the M1911 in Wesley's hand, and started the standard configuration before death... revolving door!

"You don't have to do this at all... Then nothing will happen..." Wesley's trembling voice was full of fear, and the wound that was pressed was warm, and it was so dazzling through the gap between his fingers.

"That day at the train station, you asked me if I wanted to change my life...I lied..." Firefox looked at the ceiling above his head and said to himself: "I often dream that I am an ordinary person with my own family With the person I like, but that can only be a dream, I can't turn back..."

Wesley hugged Firefox tightly: "Okay, Brotherhood is over, you can start over if you live!"

Firefox smiled miserably: "Impossible, if I close my eyes now, many faces will appear in my mind, they are all innocents... I have carried too many sins... I thought I was an assassin of fate, but it was the opposite , I am the kind of person spurned by fate..."

"Fuck the fate, you think too much, it's enough to live well!"

"Thank you, help me kill Sloan... I want to have another dream, please don't disturb me?"

After Firefox finished speaking, he closed his eyes, and Wesley hugged her and sobbed softly, with snot and tears all over his face.

On the other side, the killers who were not yet dead, after hiding for a while, saw that no one was shooting, stood up cautiously, and pointed the weapons in their hands at the desk.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

It was Russell who fired the shot. He used the bullet time skill card and killed five people with three bullets, two of whom died in the same arc.

Sloan was not in the office. Russell raised his eyes and scanned the office. His keen senses did not detect the extra heartbeat in the room. Apart from himself, there were only Wesley and... Firefox.

Seeing Wesley who was about to cry to death hugging the goddess, Russell walked over and squatted down, reaching out and touching Firefox's neck.

"Don't cry, she's not dead!"

Wesley raised his face and blew a nose bubble: "Really!?"

"The bullet didn't hit the internal organs, otherwise she would have the strength to talk nonsense with you!"

"But she..."

"Passed out, if you don't take her to the hospital, she will die of excessive blood loss. When I think about it, it seems..."

Before Russell finished speaking, Wesley picked up the Firefox in the posture of a princess hug, and ran towards the outside of the office. At the end, he threw down M1911: "Kill Sloan, please!"

Russell picked up the M1911 pistol on the ground: "Of course, otherwise, what do you think I'm here for!"

After checking whether the ammunition was sufficient, Russell went around the study and found a half-covered wooden door.

The door was locked from the inside, and unlocking it was a delicate job, and for inexperienced people, it needed more luck. Russell was lucky. He had a Remington M870, and he knocked the lock off with one shot.

Behind the door is a spiral iron staircase. Follow the stairs to reach the top floor where the loom of fate is placed. When the butcher was killed, Sloan came here alone.

It wasn't for living and dying with the loom, he didn't have such a noble consciousness, but because he put all the wealth he had accumulated over the years in the safe in the secret compartment.

This is an act of extreme blasphemy, and Sloan will be eaten alive if the killers know that the money earned by the lives of innocent people is placed next to the sacred loom of fate.

It's a pity that no one knows, the killers have always thought that Sloan is a conscientious leader... It can only be said that he is a good actor!

Is money more important than life?

Many people will say that life is important,

What do you want money for when your life is gone, but the fact is exactly the opposite. If you really want to give people a choice, they would rather have money than die. Sloan also thinks so. He has struggled for most of his life, isn't it just for money?

Now that the fraternity is gone, and the money is lost, what's the point of his life?

...

In the spacious room, the Loom of Destiny was placed in the center. Sloan was in front of the hidden compartment in the corner, desperately stuffing gold, silver and jewelry into his pocket, and piles of beautiful knives were scattered at his feet. .

Behind him was a backpack already stuffed with valuables, which he was about to flee with.

There is a secret passage in the room that only he knows, leading directly to the river behind the textile factory. Sloan has prepared a speedboat and can escape at any time. But because he was reluctant to give up the money that was more important than his life, he missed the best time to escape, and he only woke up like a dream when he heard the sound of the wooden door being blasted in his ears, feeling a little regretful.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Sloan shot at the iron stairs, trying to prevent Russell from climbing up, and said loudly: "I know who you are, your name is Russell, a killer who is not in class... Now it seems that there is a problem with my intelligence source , your strength is very good."

Russell leaned against the wall, listening to the voice from upstairs, and wanted to throw a shot and kill Sloan with a curved bullet. Ke Sloan has been changing positions, he can't aim, and he will only do useless work.

Russell raised his head and said to the upstairs: "Sloan, you have nowhere to go, just give up! I will plead with the cross, as long as you promise to keep yourself safe in the next life and be a widowed old man in a nursing home, I will let you live... really Yes, I swear!"

"Ha ha……"

Sloan chuckled and didn't take this to heart. As a priest, he was a staunch materialist who firmly believed that money could settle everything.

"What benefit does the cross give, I pay twice... no, I pay ten times!"

"He gave me a chance to kill you."

"Stop joking, we have no grievances, and you have no reason to kill me." Sloan raised his gun to prevent Russell from going upstairs, and still did not give up: "Russell, don't be so naive, you shouldn't believe the lie of the cross. You He was just used by the cross, what kind of good do you think he is?"

"You've been lied to, he's a total jerk, a cold-blooded, unscrupulous killer. I don't know what agreement you have, but I'm sure you'll be shot by a sniper the second you leave the textile factory Blast your head, he is best at betrayal!"

"It makes sense..."

"This is the truth! If you join forces with me, we still have a chance..."

"But I want to kill you right now!"

"..."

"You may not believe it if you tell me. I am the one chosen by fate. Because you wantonly modified the instructions of fate, the old man entrusted me with a dream and asked me to kill you."

Sloan was speechless for a while, and tried to persuade: "The times have changed, let fate go to hell, I have been disobeying his orders, and I am still alive and well!"

Russell thinks so. He doesn't understand the principle of the binary code on the loom, but if there is a so-called destiny in this world, it must be a waste of words.

"I agree with what you said, but everything has its rules, doesn't it?"

"Rules are just something born to protect the weak. The hypocrisy is so vulnerable. In this era of the jungle preying on the weak, why should we, the strong, be bound by the rules? Besides, even if there are rules, they should be made by the strong. , we have the qualifications and the power!"

Russell laughed when he heard the words: "No, you and I are not strong, you know nothing about power!"

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