the end of the heavens

For the first time, Stan Phil realized that it was not safe to go through formal procedures, and their hearts were even darker.

"Sir, we have automatically transferred 3000 million U.S. dollars, and please correct your attitude, otherwise I will place an order to buy your life. Believe me, your head is only worth 3 U.S. dollars."

The operator was very polite and threatening, and then changed into an official sweet voice, "Congratulations, you are now a senior member, goodbye!"

Dudu Dudu! !

Stan Phil was lying on the head of the bed cold all over, when a text message came suddenly, his mistress contacted him, why the private account suddenly lost 3000 million dollars.

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

Stan Phil didn't speak, and shed tears of grievance. Apart from the filial piety and maintenance of personal connections during the holidays, this money is already more than half of his net worth.

……

Boom!Boom!Boom!Bang————

In the hall on the first floor, Russell turned sideways calmly, dodged the incoming bullets, pulled out the 9 at his waist, and the two bullets shot away two lives.

He stood in the pile of corpses to reload his rifle, and by the way, he also changed a magazine for 9. The bloody smell around him made him very uncomfortable. He glanced coldly at the gate and looked at the hesitant killers in the parking lot.

More than fifty killers crowded in the parking lot, but none of them dared to take a step forward. Behind the car, a killer cat raised a sniper rifle at Russell, and then fell to the ground with a blown forehead.

All the killers lay down, and some of them wanted to leave with trembling teeth, but they were afraid that they would die if they exposed themselves, because more than 130 of them died in the abandoned building, but they didn't hurt a single hair of the monster.

Ding!Ding!Ding!Ding----

Continuous text messages sounded in the parking lot, and several killers tremblingly picked up their phones, the latest group message from the Continental Hotel.

name russell

State Global Open Contract

Amount of 1 million U.S. dollars

The sudden increase in the amount can only be achieved by Stan Phil, who has worked hard for decades and returned to bankruptcy overnight, and is currently doubting his life.

Stanfield only paid 5000 million US dollars, and the rest was supplemented by the New York branch of the Continental Hotel. The loss of killer resources was serious. This is the most serious time since the opening of the Continental Hotel in the world. Even if it is to restore dignity and credibility, they will not Let it go.

The hunt continues...

Chapter One Thousand and One I Have Controlled the Scene

A reward of 1 million US dollars was publicly offered around the world, and the killers on the entire planet went crazy. They witnessed the account amount soaring from 600 million with their own eyes, and the information included a friendly reminder from the New York branch of the Continental Hotel.

It's a friendly reminder, but it's more like a warning. It's a long sentence. In summary, it's worth the money, so don't bother newbies.

In other words, the $1 million is very hot, so be careful not to waste your money.

Perhaps the killers in other cities, or even other countries, are still lucky and ready to take a long trip to earn a high amount of extra money, but the killers in New York City have basically calmed down, and the 1 million dollars facing the ostentatious $[-] million knife is not in trouble.

For the first time, the killers far from the slums lamented that traffic congestion is not a bad thing. At least this time, they saved a small life because of the slow speed.

But the killers in the parking lot were not so lucky. After the 1 million dollar group text message, another wave of parking boom was set off in the slums, and the number of killers gathered here approached triple digits.

After failing to rush into the abandoned building twice in a row, and failing to escape by driving three times in a row, the remaining fifty killers shivered behind the car.

If you can't advance or retreat, you will die if you show your head!

The pressure of death was like a boulder, which made them breathless. Some people jumped repeatedly on the verge of collapse, covering their faces with their hands and weeping bitterly.

"I can't stand it!"

Unable to bear the pressure, a killer suddenly stood up from the ground. After a gunshot, the killer got his wish and received the lunch box.

He walked away with a smile on his face!

The corpse's hands and feet twitched, and the killer next to him looked at the bean curd all over the floor, his eyelids twitched slightly, but he didn't say much.

Small scene, I have seen it many times today.

"Damn, he came out, and the monster came towards us."

A female killer was holding a vanity mirror, and when she saw Russell carrying 4a1 out of the hall on the first floor, she was frightened and increased the humidity of the air.

Boom!Boom!Boom!Bang————

There was a lot of gunfire in the parking lot, and the killers pointed their guns and short cannons at the lobby on the first floor, venting their fire like crazy.

Two people didn't give up, took the opportunity to sneak into the car door, started the car and wanted to escape from here.

After the gunshots, the car turned sharply, lost control and crashed into the wall, but this was not a traffic accident because the people inside were gone before the accident.

When the dense gunfire stopped, Russell stepped out of the corner, raised 4a1 horizontally, and slashed in front of him from right to left, and the bullets accurately hit the guns or arms exposed outside the car of the killers.

Occasionally, a few poked their heads out, and all their foreheads were blooming, and they left without saying hello.

Click!

The sound of 4a1 changing magazines sounded, but in the parking lot there was only the groan of the wounded killer, but no one dared to show his head or even shoot back.

The spiritual defense line was crushed into slag, and this group of people had lost their will to fight. Some of them smeared some blood on the ground, smeared it on their faces and fell to the ground, pretending to be dead...

Then being kicked awake by a companion, this is so stupid.

Russell walked into the parking lot and walked through the chaotic vehicles, gunshots followed one after another, eroding the killers' mental will little by little.

"Don't shoot, I have a daughter to raise, she is only three years old, I can't die here, please let me go."

With a crying voice, a killer raised his hands and stood out from behind the car.

There was dead silence in the parking lot, and the killers were full of expectations. If the colleagues who had daughters were not dead, then...then they all had daughters.

Russell narrowed his eyes slightly, and grinned after a while, "You do have a daughter, but she is already 20 years old, and you paid for her."

Bang!

A bullet sent this scumbag to hell, Russell continued to clean up the killers in the parking lot, and the killers angrily launched the last wave of counterattacks when they saw his style of leaving no one alive.

After the magazine was replaced, more than thirty killers stood up at the same time and pointed their guns at Russell.

They gambled, gambled their own luck, confronted head-on, Russell couldn't kill them all in an instant, some people would survive.

Boom!Boom!Boom!Bang————

Russell withdrew the magazine, and the killers in front of them fell to the ground neatly with their guns raised, as if the Internet cafe went offline collectively when the power was cut off.

They lost the bet, Russell could really kill them all in an instant.