the end of the heavens

Caron tried again to no avail, shook his head and said, "Sir, the elevator seems to be malfunctioning."

"A coincidence?"

"I don't think it's a coincidence, sir."

On the twelfth floor, Russell changed the magazine and looked for the stairs among the corpses.

Sensing that someone wanted to leave the game map, an electric arc flashed in his eyes, he invaded the security system of the Continental Hotel, completely took over a series of power facilities, and stopped the elevator that was about to start.

Crackling!

Russell walked to the elevator, electric sparks jumped between his five fingers, the elevator door opened, and he took the elevator to the fourteenth floor.

The elevator can go directly to the floor where the general manager's office is located, but he didn't do so. There are still 39 killers waiting between the [-]th and [-]th floors.

Extras are not easy, we have to give them a chance to show their faces.

Boom!Boom!Boom!Bang

The gunshots rang out again, moving upwards at a speed of 30 seconds per floor. The remaining killers in the Continental Hotel couldn't bear the pressure, their mentality collapsed, and they ran towards the top floor in a swarm.

It takes 30 seconds for ten people on the first floor, and 30 seconds for two people on the first floor. The monster is basically climbing the stairs, and killing people is just a matter of convenience.

On the nineteenth floor, the huge bank vault safe took up half a floor. Winston, who had no way to escape, poured himself a glass of red wine and sat on the high-end sofa to savor it.

Caron carried an AR15 semi-automatic rifle and stood beside him like a waiter.

"Mr. Winston, do you have no other means of escape than the helicopter?"

The adjudicator was unwilling to sit still. He did not believe that the safe of the vault could save his life. The reason is simple. In the United States, there are often cases where the vaults are looted.

For example, some time ago, there was a strange case. The door of the vault was intact, but the cash inside disappeared. The bank and the police have no clue.

"Mr. Judge, you can't escape, you can't fight, there is only one way to survive."

Winston sipped his red wine, glanced sideways at the adjudicator, and said without haste, "We can negotiate with him!"

"no!"

The adjudicator's face turned red, and he let out a deep cry: "I refuse, the high table will not yield to anyone."

"It's up to you. Anyway, you are the only representative of the High Table in this room. I'm just loyal to it. I traded my life for negotiating. The High Table can't blame me."

"No, your actions will bring disgrace to the High Table."

"Mr. Idiot, according to what you mean, are you planning to be loyal?"

"me"

The adjudicator pursed his lips and didn't say anything for a long time. He sat beside him angrily, and hummed in a nasal voice: "I'll sit here and supervise your negotiation."

Bang!

There was a loud noise, which made the adjudicator tremble all over. He pretended to be calm and looked towards the door of the vault.

"gentlemen?"

Cuaron held the AR15 semi-automatic rifle, and only waited for Winston to give an order, then pulled the trigger and fired at the moment the vault door opened.

"No, someone must have tried your trick, and those people are all dead."

Winston told Cuaron to put down his weapon, shook the wine glass slightly, and waited for Russell to appear.

He was as steady as an old dog but panicked a lot, if he couldn't escape, who would stay and negotiate!

Squeak!squeak

The handle of the vault door was turned, and only Winston and Caron knew the password, and the vault door, which could only be opened with their palm prints, was slowly opened.

Russell stepped in while changing the 4a1 magazine, and several people were lying and sleeping in the background.

The kind of sleep that you can't open your eyes when you close them!

He scanned the room, his gaze under the sunglasses passed over Cuaron and Winston, and finally landed on the adjudicator.

"Oh, it turns out that you caused me to be suspended and my medal for bravery was lost."

"Mr. Russell!"

The adjudicator stood up, stretched out his hand enthusiastically, and said with a forced smile, "I am the spokesperson of the High Table Conference. You must have heard of this name. We can talk."

Bang!

With a gunshot, the adjudicator sat firmly on the sofa, but his neck was gone.

The bean curd splashed on his face, Winston trembled slightly with his hand holding the red wine glass, and Caron beside him didn't dare to take a breath.

The pace is terrible and there seems to be no possibility of negotiation.

"Hello, Russell, Officer Russell, I am the manager of the New York Continental Hotel. You can call me Winston. It is my honor."

Winston put down the red wine dipped in bean curd and got up to show his courtesy.

"Don't be so polite. After all, whether I kill you or not has nothing to do with whether you are polite."

""

"You are lucky and have the value of living, so you will not die. Send a message to the goblet organization above you. If I don't become a policeman, I can only be a devil. If I become a devil, Satan It's going to be a pain in the ass and God."

Russell looked at both sides of the house. Pistols, rifles, submachine guns, etc. were all available, and there were bullets of various types in the glass cabinet.

He flicked his hand to take a picture of Franklin on the counter, and then, in front of Winston and the two of them, stuffed a large number of firearms and bullets of the corresponding model into his pockets, emptying half of them before stopping.

"Google!" x2

Winston and Caron's brows were sweating, looking at Russell's pockets that would never be filled, they were imagining for a while.

Superpowers, black technology, or magic?

"Who, remember to pass on the message, in the next period of time, I will prove how terrible it is to be a devil until I am reinstated."

After Russell finished speaking, he left the safe room straight away, and closed the vault door politely before leaving.

"Caron, what does he mean?" Winston heaved a sigh of relief and wiped the bean curd off his face.

"Sir, if you guess correctly, he will kill many people until the High Table surrenders."

"It's hard, the High Table doesn't give in, and they're never short of people."