the end of the heavens

"No need to remind, after all, you are an idiot!"

"asshole!!"

scoff!

The Camaro stopped at the entrance of the Continental Hotel. Russell got out of the car and handed a hundred dollars to the doorman who was driving. Then, under his surprised gaze, he walked into the hotel door without any restraint.

"That guy, I'm not wrong about the 3 million head, right?"

The doorman read it right, the needle drop could be heard in the hotel lobby, and the killers sitting or standing were all shocked, some couldn't believe their eyes.

The person who was offered a bounty appeared majestically at the headquarters of the killer in New York. What kind of rhythm is this?

The Continental Hotel has a rule that killing people is prohibited inside the hotel, and blood cannot stain the floor. Anyone who breaks the rules will be expelled and offered a reward.

But today's situation is a bit special, the killers are puzzled, if Russell shoots, will they fight back or not?

A group of people looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

Snapped!

Russell patted 9 on the front desk: "Who am I looking for, the person in charge here."

The hotel receptionist Caron was stunned for two seconds, and politely said: "Sorry, sir, the manager is now"

Click!

Russell aimed his gun at Caron's head: "I'm looking for the person in charge, thank you!"

"Please wait."

Caron put away the useless nonsense, made a phone call and said: "Please take the elevator over there, the manager is waiting for you in the office."

Just as he was talking, he walked out of the tall hotel security guard and made a gesture of invitation to Russell.

"My gut tells me that elevator doesn't lead to the manager's office"

Russell snorted coldly at Caron, turned and walked towards the elevator: "But it doesn't matter, you have to have some appetizers before the big meal, as long as it's not dessert."

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In the general manager's office, Winston and the adjudicator were speechless, and the head worth 3 million dollars was sent to the door, so there was no need for the two to continue arguing.

Whoever gets the head first has the right to laugh at the other party wantonly.

The adjudicator dialed the phone and allowed more than 40 heavily armed elite killers to enter the hotel, and then slowly contacted the operator. With the authority of the adjudicator, the world announced the suspension of the Continental Hotel in New York.

There is no rule, even if the rule is unreasonable, it still maintains the current order.

Murder is prohibited in the Continental Hotel. This seemingly unreasonable rule represents the supreme majesty of the High Table Conference.

This is what it exists for!

"Mr. Winston, I am now capable of killing you."

The adjudicator snorted coldly and continued, "But you don't have the ability to kill me, because I represent the High Table Conference."

"That's right, you should be thankful that I am a loyal person to the organization, otherwise you would be dead."

Winston took his time. He couldn't kill the arbitrator, but the arbitrator couldn't kill him either. This was also a rule. Only the Council of the High Table could kill him, not a dog.

"Anyone can say big things, and soon you will know how incompetent you are."

"Wait and see!"

The hotel shutdown documents have been reviewed, and the shelter no longer protects everyone from harm. The killers in the hotel moved after hearing the news. They had a hunch that the hotel floor would be stained with blood today.

"I'm going to order the 3 million dollars!"

"It's me."

"..."

The killers shuttled through the hotel floors one by one, confirmed that the elevator that Russell took had reached the basement, and rushed towards his location with a grin on his face.

Ding! !

The elevator stopped, and the tall security guard made a 'please' gesture, and said politely, "Sir, I will not accompany you. The manager is in the wine cellar. You can see him as you walk forward."

Russell stepped out of the elevator and muttered, "The manager who lives in the basement... the female manager?"

Behind him, the security guard took out a pistol from his arms with a smirk, and pointed it at Russell's back.

After a bang, bean curds were everywhere in the elevator, and the two metal doors slowly merged.

Russell put 9 in the gun holster, reached out and pressed the elevator button, and found that the elevator was locked and could not take him out of the basement.

"It's a boring trick, let me tell you first, the appetizer is not delicious enough, I will get mad."

Russell took out 4a1 from his trousers pocket and looked for the stairs of the wine cellar. After a while, he came back to his senses, "Hey, no, it looks like I just came here to get mad."

pat!

While he was talking to himself, the lights in the basement were turned off, and the sound of rustling footsteps gradually became clear around him.

"Five people, still using military night vision goggles, it's too bullying."

Russell curled his lips slightly. The five killers are well-equipped, but he can only use his five senses, mind, electromagnetic and other abilities to make positioning judgments, and build a [-]D model to mark the coordinates. It is really too bullying.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Three shots were fired, and the bullet passed through the gap in the wine barrel, hitting three heads with precision.

The remaining two killers took a step back, and when they saw this, they hurriedly lay down on the ground, and their pistols followed the night vision goggles, looking for Russell's voice.

Then, two long legs appeared in front of him.

Bang!Bang!

After shooting two Voldemorts, Russell found the spiral staircase at the corner, counted one, two, three, four, five, and stepped up.

one!two!three!Four!Five...six!

The six warm corpses lay limp on the ground, and Russell did not look back, leaving blood-red shoe prints that gradually faded.

On the second floor of the basement, more than a dozen killers swarmed in, running fast without touching their feet.

They heard gunshots, no, they heard the crisp sound of 3 million US dollars hitting the ground, their eyes were red, and they were afraid that if they took a step too late, they might not even have the chance to make up the gun.