the end of the heavens

Passers-by on both sides heard the alarm bell and saw a police car approaching at high speed, but when they took out their mobile phones to take pictures, only the taillights of the police car were left.

Also confused, there are car owners who are swaying slowly on the road.

"This unscientific!"

The killer who was chasing looked at the traffic jam in front of him, and didn't understand why the ordinary police car with four wheels could drive so fast.

Russell galloped for 5 minutes, and found speechlessly that all the pursuers behind him were lost because of the excessive speed of the car.

Fortunately, although the pursuers behind him were gone, there were still not a few killers coming from all directions.

He is very convinced that he must have triggered a certain movie plot, which caused the disaster without reason.

He randomly captured a killer, invaded his mind to read the memory, and found that they came from an organization called the Continental Hotel.

Let's call it an organization!

Russell doesn't know how to describe this organization, all killers, internal circulation currency, is the order builder of the killer world.

As for his head, a bounty of 600 million dollars was offered. It is not known who put the bounty on him, but there is a piece of information that is very interesting.

The killer currency used by the Continental Hotel, Tony had mentioned it to him before, but he didn't pay much attention to it at the time. After thinking about it, he found that he could be seated according to the number.

Russell linked the reward list with Tony, inferring that these killers were here to silence.

"It's only $600 million, who do you look down on?"

Speaking of this, Russell's face began to turn ferocious again, and this time he didn't wipe it off. Since the visitors were not kind and all wanted his life, he no longer pretended to be a gentleman.

"Hey hey hey!!!"

The police car suddenly speeded up, Russell twisted the steering wheel, rushed into the opposite lane next door, and then walked through tens of meters, entering the expressway from the gate.

According to the navigation on the police car, he chose a good slaughterhouse.

There is a slum area nearby waiting to be demolished. At present, all the residents have been asked to leave, and the building is empty, which is very suitable for killing.

scoff!

The police car parked in the square of the slum area. Russell put on Terminator sunglasses, put on the street fighting equipment, and walked into the most dangerous building with 4a1 on his shoulder.

When passing by the surveillance camera, he stopped, waved towards the camera, and opened his mouth slowly so that people could understand his mouth shape.

"I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere, if you want to make money, come quickly."

When Russell's back disappeared into the abandoned building, one after another hurried vehicles stopped, including cross-country, sports cars, classic cars, taxis, bicycles, all kinds of models.

The killers looked at each other, fearing that the 600 million yuan would be robbed, they pulled out their guns and short cannons, and rushed into the abandoned building.

The camera zooms out to high altitude, and it can be seen that dozens of cars are rushing here.

The killer circle in New York City is surrounded by this place. Those who are too far away choose to give up, and those who are not too far away are speeding up, praying that Russell will persist for a while.

It's best to kill a few more colleagues. In this case, Russell's worth will increase again, and they can earn more.

At the same time, a figure who fights not for money but only for faith appears in the slums.

Looking at the abandoned building with cold-blooded and ruthless eyes, the figure disappeared without a trace, and a vague outline was faintly visible.

The hunt has officially begun!

But no one noticed that if there were black clouds that seemed to be nothing, they gradually covered the sky, and the clouds were cracked, like a face of a devil laughing wildly.

In the abandoned building, Russell stood on the top floor with his head slightly turned to one side, avoiding the whizzing sniper bullets, and fired a random shot forward, then pushed open the stair door and walked down.

Telepathic full map positioning, 42 human responses, and an unknown biological response.

"Although it's embarrassing to open the perspective, but"

Russell pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose: "As expected of the Big Apple, aliens come here to make extra money as killers."

The title of the chapter whose thousandth chapter is more powerful than the previous chapter

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Three gunshots were heard from the abandoned building on the [-]th floor. The killers realized that someone was in contact with the target, listened carefully to confirm the floor, and quickly approached the tenth floor.

Russell turned on the telepathy, and at the same time, the electromagnetic waves were positioned in all directions without dead ends, and the spiritual world built a model of the building to mark the specific locations of the killers.

Watching the little red dots move cautiously, thinking that they were not exposed, he covered his eyes in shame, raised his hand and pulled the trigger towards the stairs.

Bang!

With a gunshot, the killer who quickly peeked around collapsed powerlessly, with a big hole in his forehead.

There is no sense of tension in battle at all!

But it's impossible to replace a gun with a knife, it's too disrespectful.

Russell turned off his telepathy and electromagnetic induction, and decided not to turn on any cheats in the future, relying only on his five senses and nerve responses, to fight the killers fairly and fairly.

He took a deep breath, walked from the corner of the corridor to the stairs, and looked down slightly with his head. Coincidentally, a killer just raised his gun and looked up.

The four eyes met, and the killer's eyes instantly became sharp.

Bang!

There was an extra hole in the killer's forehead. He kept holding the gun in both hands, and fell straight on the stairs.

clatter!clatter!clatter!clatter----

The submachine gun in the building neighed, Russell stared at the bottom-up fire snake, unhurriedly took out a grenade from behind his buttocks, tore off the tab, calculated the angle, smashed it hard against the wall, and bounced back to the killer downstairs. feet.

"f beep k! ￥...apapap"

boom! !

Except for the first words, Russell didn't understand any of the series of curses that followed. After the roar, the ground under his feet trembled slightly, and the killer who said he was dirty stopped breathing.

He continued to walk downstairs, and in the corridor on the ninth floor, he shot three killers with fierce self-holding firepower, and then touched the wall around him.

With five fingers spread, Russell stretched out his hand against the wall to measure, blindly guessing the killer's height, and pulled the trigger against the wooden wall.

Bang! !

"Ahhh-"

There was no single shot to kill the enemy, and the killer's height was obviously over 1 meters. Russell pouted, and made up for the second shot to stop the screaming.