the end of the heavens

Russell entered the Continental Hotel alone, no one thought he could get out alive, even if he set a brutal record of 237 kills and 0 injuries before, no one thought he could continue to perform miracles.

This is the Continental Hotel, the headquarters of the killer in New York. It gathers industry elites from various countries and cities to perform missions. Pick one out at random, not to mention one against ten, at least it is an easy 1v5 high-end product.

Assassins are more or less conceited. They think that Russell can kill 230 people in the slums, but here, ten people can't handle it.

"I saw him..."

Boom!Boom!Boom!Bang——

A swarm of bullets swept down, except for the killer who spoke, who left his last words, everyone else left only regrets.

Before a shot is fired, people are gone.

Russell changed the magazine, and a grenade flew in front of him. He reached out to catch it, and threw it back, hitting the face of the killer rushing out of the stairs.

There was a loud noise, and the orange-red fireball swelled violently. Russell walked briskly towards the shock wave. Under the watchful eyes of the two killers, one gave them a peanut.

"It's just that the body is resistant to explosions. I can't accept this. I dare to say that I am an elite."

Russell was disdainful, and secretly thought that the so-called elites were nothing more than that, not to mention other things, the psychological quality alone was seriously unqualified.

Turning the corner of the stairs, entering the last floor of the hotel lobby, more than [-] killers hid in the corner, with long guns and short cannons exposed outside the wall, and they pulled the trigger at the same time.

Metal projectiles rushed past like a shower, smashing the wall around Russell into a sieve. He frowned and closed his eyes, the electromagnetic wave diffused and positioned, then he clenched 4a1 tightly, and the moment the cross arm was thrown out, he continuously pulled the trigger.

If the frequency is too fast, there is no difference between burst firing and holding the trigger.

After the gunfire stopped, corpses were strewn all over this floor, and all the killers hiding behind the wall died from the bullets struck from the side.

Those who dealt with the corpses in the later stage must not understand it, because it is more ballistic. If it is not that the bullets have tracking and positioning, it can only mean that the more than 20 killers are all blind, and the enemy will turn a blind eye when they walk by.

But looking at the location where the 4a1 bullet fell, they will only doubt life more.

Now that he decided to go crazy, Russell didn't intend to hide the fact that he would throw the gun.

It's actually very simple. When you shoot, there is a trace of electromagnetism... Ahem, you just shake your arm suddenly, and you can give the bullet a horizontal acceleration, thus forming an arc, and hitting the enemy sideways.

That's right, that's it, very scientific!

Russell's practice is not bad, self-sustaining has already entered the room, and the [-]-degree right angle is no problem at all. Occasionally, the gun feel comes, and the bullet can be drawn through the S-shaped curve in mid-air.

I'm ashamed, he still has a long way to go before the boss let the bullet leave the f beep in the air.

In the lobby on the first floor, the huge combined windows were closed by curtains, so that the sunlight from the outside couldn't shine in. In addition, the lights were turned off, it was like a dark night, and you couldn't see your fingers.

"Cut, it's a military night vision device again, can't we change it to a new one?"

Russell bbped loudly, the most annoying of these killers who rely on equipment, they have no technical content at all.

After the bb, he used electromagnetic waves to locate the forty killers in the house, then carried 4a1 on his shoulder and fired at the wall.

After the fifteen rounds were poured, he stopped pulling the trigger finger, not because he forgot to add the movement of swinging his arm, but because he found that the 40 people in the hall were all well-equipped and had reached the level of black technology.

For example, their bulletproof helmets perfectly resist the penetration of rifle bullets. After hitting, they are brought down by the impact force, and they will be fine when they get up and shake their heads.

clatter!clatter!clatter!clatter----

There was a burst of gunfire, a shuttle of bullets covered Russell's position, a metal storm blocked the stairs, and occasionally a few grenades slid close to the ground, blowing up the surrounding area into a mess.

"Taking back what I said before, there is indeed a new trick, and it's very powerful!"

The Russell cat was in the corner. After sighing, he put away the 4a1, took out a 249 machine gun more than one meter long from his pants pocket, and loaded the 100-round magazine.

After thinking about it, he took out another 249 machine gun, held one in each hand, and strode... without going out.

I always feel like something is missing!

Russell thought for a while, put on his sunglasses, lit a cigarette, and held it 45 degrees down from his mouth, and finally found a little feeling.

He stepped out, raised his foot to step on a rolling grenade, and pulled the trigger with both hands to release the ammunition.

boom! !

After a loud noise, Russell walked out of the turbulent flame vortex, and two 249 machine guns fired continuously, suppressing forty rifles on the opposite side with a crazy rate of fire of 500 rounds per minute.

clatter!clatter!clatter!clatter----

These bulletproof helmets are really not blown, a machine gun bullet still does not break the defense, and the impact force does not break the necks of the killers.

Russell hit the same location with three consecutive bullets before breaking the bulletproof helmet and reaping the heads with difficulty.

"Request support..."

Bang!

"He's weird..."

Bang!

"f beep..."

Bang!

With the magazine empty, Russell moved slowly in the hail of bullets. The opponent was desperate. He also cooperated with hiding behind a pillar to change the magazine, in case his invulnerability was exposed and frightened the killers on the opposite side.

Jingle Jingle!

Eight shock bombs rolled out and spread around Russell's feet. With a bang, a strong light bloomed, the noise spread, and then the smoke filled the hall, causing white smoke to billow in the hall.

Russell froze for a moment, then let out a bb in a low voice.

"Oh, I can't see it!"

He was very curious about the special tactical equipment on these forty killers. For the time being, he defined them as high-end goods in the killer world. After they walked out with guns, they formed fire suppression again.

The forty assassins suffered heavy losses, and before fully understanding what happened, only seven remained.

Two of them were very convinced that the rifle bullet hit Russell, and the saturation covered at least ten bullets. Judging by Russell's clothes, he didn't look like he was wearing reinforced armor. Why didn't he respond?

If that suit is state-of-the-art body armor, perfect for protecting your internal organs from the force of the impact, what about the stun bomb?

No helmets!

clatter!clatter!clatter!clatter----

The seven killers howled helplessly, the gunshots stopped abruptly, and the four of them probed to check. After the bang bang bang, the body also bang bang to the end.

The remaining three people did not dare to show their heads, they rolled out suddenly when they heard the sound of footsteps approaching.