the end of the heavens

boom! ! !

Because of the dust and the huge space of the long hair, the power of the flash bomb explosion has been reduced, but it is enough to blind their dog's eyes.

The killers fell down in pain with their heads in their arms, their noses and tears streaming all over the ground, their ears were also temporarily deaf, and they all lost the ability to resist.

Russell strode out with the 4a1 in his arms, and fired back and forth at the killers rolling all over the floor. There was no need to aim, just pull the trigger until the magazine was empty.

clatter!clatter!clatter!clatter!clatter---

After emptying the magazine, Russell waved to Wesley who was poking his head over there. Suddenly, the alarm bell in his heart rang loudly, and the danger prediction that was about to evolve into a skill reminded him that there was someone behind him.

Luo Su didn't even think about it, Feipu fell to the ground, only heard a gunshot, and the bullet flew past his head.

A killer shot in the leg, because the cat was in the corner, was lucky to escape the rounds of grenades and flashbangs.

The moment Russell landed, he turned around and picked up the Remington 870 behind him. After a gunshot, the lucky killer was directly blasted out.

There is no possibility of surviving being hit by a shotgun, and no matter how thick the body armor is, it is impossible!

Russell didn't even need to fill up the gun, he patted the dust on his body, and gestured to Wesley again.The killers in the factory were almost cleaned up. Next, it was time to go to the second and third floors. It was like clearing customs to fight a boss. Sloan was in the innermost office on the third floor.

As for the topmost floor, it was the room where the Loom of Destiny was placed. The entire floor was used to place the loom, and no one else was allowed to enter unless Sloan gave permission.

Wesley was about to reconcile with Russell, but he didn't want to turn around, so Firefox went to the second floor along the stairs beside him.Wesley decisively ignored Russell, his body was very honest, and he followed up according to his will.

Russell "..."

The second floor is the dining room, dormitory and other areas, and the degree of damage by mouse bombs is very low. Russell estimated that there are many killers lurking inside.

Sure enough, after Firefox and Wesley went upstairs, the sound of intense firefights erupted instantly.

Leading the Killers is the Gunsmith, one of the core members of the Brotherhood, who is the best gun wielder of all the Killers.Playing here refers to modification. The modified 1911 pistol of Firefox is from his handwriting. Whenever someone in the fraternity makes a request, the gunsmith can complete the modification of the pistol to their satisfaction.

The gunsmith is very knowledgeable in this area. He is familiar with the performance of all guns, especially pistols.

God is fair, once a window is opened, the door must be welded shut.Therefore, the gunsmith is good at pistols, but the talent in shooting is very mediocre.

The gunsmith's favorite pistol is the 1911 pistol. I also use a modified model with a muzzle device and a scope to make up for his lack of shooting talent.

When the rats launched a suicide attack, the gunsmith organized a group of people on the second floor to wait for the intruders.

Facing the semi-automatic firepower of the killers, Wesley and Firefox did not choose to fight back with small pistols. Submachine guns came in handy. In the not-so-wide corridor on the second floor, submachine guns are king.

Russell followed the stairs to the second floor, heard the fierce gunshots, and went up to the third floor decisively. He believed that Wesley and Firefox were enough to deal with each other, so he didn't want to add trouble.

On the way to the third floor, Russell took the time to look at the system interface. He heard a 'ding' just now, but he didn't have time to look at it.

The system informed that he had come into contact with the plot character 'Repairman', which triggered the lottery link, and he had a chance to draw a lottery.

"Good luck, but when did I contact the repairman?"

Russell has no impression, nor has he opened the lottery. Currently, he still has a Wesley character card and a 'bullet time' skill card. With sophisticated equipment and the ability to predict danger, it is enough for the next battle. .

The demise of the Brotherhood is a foregone conclusion, and there is no chance of turning over when the mice launch a charge. Russell can complete the task as long as he kills Sloan, and he is convinced that he can complete this task.

"I'm on the third floor, be careful not to let Sloan escape, if you find him, don't shoot, leave it to me!"

This was said to the cross, Russell was afraid that Sloan would run away and be shot, then his work would be in vain.

The cross reminded, "Be careful. Although the old guy is old and his strength has declined a lot, his arc shooting ability is still there."

"An old man who is notorious for sexual harassment, has been in prison for 40 years, and almost passed the end of prison, what is there to be afraid of!" Russell said in a joke that only he could understand.

"what!?"

"I mean, as long as he doesn't make a guest appearance as God, everything is fine!"

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street diary

If only there was a place where you could sell your soul and body for clicks.

Chapter 30 After all, it's not easy for others

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.

Why the slaughterhouse is on the third floor, not next to the restaurant on the second floor, this is because the butcher's slaughterhouse is not for meat, but 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...