the end of the heavens

It's true that he didn't hang up, it's just that his eyes and ears are sharp, and his five senses are slightly stronger than normal people's.

The continuous gunshots and screams made the killers downstairs anxious. The constant gunshots meant that the battle was not over, and all the colleagues who went upstairs first were killed.

A group of people freely formed teams, either in groups, or in pairs, and the bold continued to grope towards the stairs, while the timid ones searched for hidden positions and waited in ambush for a sneak attack.

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!

After four gunshots, there was a neat sound of falling to the ground from the stairs, and then, a brisk whistle sounded in the corridor on the eighth floor.

Russell made no effort to hide his whereabouts. His arrogant whistle was particularly piercing in the silent building. To the killers, the funny whistle sounded like a death scythe dragging across the ground, making the palms of their guns full of sweat.

"kuaiikuaiishuyishu~~ersiiuqiba~~~"

As the whistle sounded, the two killers who were ambushing in the aisle gestured and rushed out from the left and right sides at the same time, raising their guns to aim at Russell, who was facing away from them.

Bang!Bang!

Russell withdrew the 9 from his armpit, stuffed it into the holster, listened for a moment, and pointed the gun at the wooden door next to him.

Bang!

The wooden door was violently pushed open, and the killer who broke through the door saw the black muzzle of 4a1, and he didn't know anything in the next second.

Boom!Boom!Boom!Bang————

On the seventh floor, gunshots continued. Strangely, no one screamed under the continuous gunfire. After a short ten seconds, whistles sounded on the stairs on the sixth and seventh floors.

The scalps of the assassins ambushing on the sixth floor were numb, and they vaguely felt that something was wrong. Yes, they obviously established the encirclement circle, but what happened to the absurd illusion of falling into the trap and killing them at the first glance?

Who actually surrounded whom?

"Hey, eight people on this floor, you are breathing too fast, come out and lead to death, I want to go downstairs directly, there are ten people waiting for me on the fifth floor!"

The clamor provoked the tense nerves of the killers, and the five killers stretched their hands out of the wall at the same time, and pulled the trigger at Russell's position.

The magazine was empty, they leaned against the wall to replace the bullets, and then quickly looked towards the stairs.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

When the three corpses recovered their positions, there was a big hole in their foreheads, and they collapsed to the ground motionless, probably dead.

"Hello, there are five more. I want to tell you good news. I have no bullets in my gun, and I dare not change the magazine."

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!

Four gunshots were fired, and the four innocent guys were dying. At the end of the corridor, the last killer cat was in the corner, soaked in sweat, and the hand holding the gun trembled at a high frequency, resembling the buzzing of sufficient electricity.

ding ding dong.

There was a crisp sound from far to near, and the killer caught a glimpse of something at his feet from the corner of his eye. He lowered his head slightly and found that it was a grenade.

"Sbeep!"

Without even thinking about it, the killer jumped out of the hiding place, and the next second his forehead was pressed against the black muzzle of the gun.

Bang!

The body was carried away by inertia, hit the wall and collapsed to the ground, Russell picked up the grenade that hadn't been pulled off the tab, and stuffed it into the pocket of his trousers.

Fifth floor!

Hearing Russell's precise report of the number of people upstairs, the ten killers looked at each other in blank dismay. The two killers who were closest to the stairs were very attentive and walked towards the fourth floor with lowered footsteps.

There are many people on the fourth floor, and a squeeze can bring some warmth to their cold hearts.

Bang!Bang!

After two gunshots, Russell walked into the fourth floor. The two killers, longing for warmth, finally gradually became cold.

It's normal, as we all know, once upon a time there was a killer with cold hands, cold heart, and cold gun, and in the end he was frozen in shit.

The situation is exactly the same as these two killers.

There was a lot of gunfire on the fifth floor. After a roar of mental breakdown, the gunfire stopped, and the whistle representing the arrival of death was transmitted to the fourth floor.

Click!

Russell changed the 4a1 rifle magazine, heard the sound of objects passing through the air, looked down at the shock bomb at his feet, and made a sound of panic.

"oops!"

boom! !

Footsteps sounded, twelve killers rushed out quickly, gunshots rang out, and then they lay neatly in a row.

The number of killers who have died has exceeded the number of small red dots marked at the beginning, Russell doesn't care, because there are more and more vehicles on the square, and a steady stream of killers are coming.

He walked to the end of the corridor, put the butt of the 4a1 gun against his shoulder, stood at the window and fired continuously, and performed a headshot tragedy in the parking lot, leaving helpless corpses.

Two seconds after the magazine bottomed out, these newcomers were gone before they knew what happened.

Russell changed the magazine, stepped on the golden shell and walked towards the stairs. After entering the third floor, he did exactly the same, and killed all fifteen killers.

There were too many people, and he was too lazy to calculate. He only knew that after cleaning the first floor, the New York Continental Hotel would lose more than a hundred killers.

He was a little curious about the welfare system of the Continental Hotel, and wondered if the 600 million bounty was enough for funeral expenses.

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name russell

The amount is being updated

When Russell killed all directions and bloodbathed the abandoned building, the Continental Hotel exploded on the spot. The unprecedented loss made everyone busy, and the operator dialed Stanfield's phone.

"Dear junior member, the account you created is currently paying 600 million US dollars. After verification, the account amount is seriously insufficient. It needs to be increased to 2000 million US dollars. Please confirm immediately."

"hat?"

Holding the phone, Stan Phil was stunned and said, "What nonsense are you talking about, I can't understand it."

The operator was silent for a moment and said bluntly, "Sir, we have lost 82 professionals... oh, now it is 96, and the number continues to surge. During the time I speak to you, the account amount has increased to 2400 million dollars , please confirm immediately."

"Are you kidding me, did my money come from the wind?"

Stan Phil was furious, and roared into the phone, "How many people you lost has nothing to do with me. How can anyone ask for a price increase after placing an order? I am Party A, not Kaizi."

Stan Phil expressed his disbelief. He knew that Russell was a monster, but in just a short while, there were hundreds of people. It was obviously a lie about the number and a forced increase in the price.