Arriving at the entrance to the corridor on the third floor, Russell did not enter rashly. According to the prompts of the cross, the windows on the third floor were sealed, with curtains drawn or wooden boards nailed directly on them.
Cross didn't say anything. According to the intelligence he had collected before and confirmed by Firefox and Wesley, the Butcher's Slaughterhouse was the ultimate way to reach the office where Sloan was hiding.
Why the slaughterhouse is on the third floor instead of next to the restaurant on the second floor is because the butcher's slaughterhouse does not provide meat, but provides carcasses for the shooting range next door.
There are pig carcasses and human ones...
The Butcher is one of the few killers in the Brotherhood who can play with knives. He is extremely familiar with the structure of the human body and is proficient in dissection and torture. He is one of the core members.
Sniffing the rich smell of blood in the air, Russell smelled the pungent smell of formalin. He hated this smell, which always made people think of glass jars and pale organs.
The corridor was poorly lit and ended in a dark room, where the smell came from.
Butcher's slaughterhouse!
Russell stood against the wall, thought for a moment, took out the grenade from his chest, pulled off the ring and threw three first, and then threw a flash bomb.
When the explosion ended, he didn't hear the expected screams, but the system prompted him to come into contact with the plot character Butcher and get a chance to draw a lottery.
The butcher is hiding in the dark slaughterhouse!
"It's so unfair, it makes me feel like I'm cheating... Well, it's so cool!"
Russell sighed with emotion and strode towards the silent darkness. The dark room swallowed his body like the open mouth of a giant beast.
The room was very dark, with a faint light coming from the end, and pieces of pork were faintly visible hanging in the air on iron hooks. The temperature in the whole room was very low, giving people a sense of a swooping horror movie.
Russell knew that many of these hanging pieces of meat were not pork...
The butcher was hiding in the darkness. He was lying on his stomach, his bloated body close to the ground, and his heartbeat was almost undetectable. The butcher is a tall and fat man, but this is all superficial. He is very well-proportioned and has strong limbs. This kind of figure is considered strong.
Able to master knife skills with a weight of nearly 300 pounds, the Butcher's nimble hands and feet and extraordinary nerve reflexes put many people to shame. This is also a kind of talent. Grandmaster appreciates face. He was born to eat with a knife.
The butcher has been lurking in the slaughterhouse for a long time. He is used to the darkness here. With only the faint light coming from both ends of the corridor, he can clearly judge the layout of the entire room. The position of each piece of pork, the empty iron hook hanging there, and Russell's approaching footsteps.
Tightening the bayonet in his hand, the butcher stared at the figure that was getting closer and closer. As long as the distance was enough, he was absolutely sure that he could stab the bayonet into Russell's heart before Russell fired.
The Butcher's talent is his body. His explosive power and jumping ability are beyond the limits of ordinary people. Under the bloated fat, he is covered with staggeringly powerful muscle groups.
Russell got closer and closer, and the butcher's body tensed up. His eyes were like poisonous snakes spitting messages, waiting patiently for the prey to enter the trap. The next second he would bite the prey's neck and inject deadly poison.
A little closer... take one more step, and your body will be mine. I will pass an iron hook through your shoulder bone, and then hang it on...
clatter! clatter! clatter! clatter----
Russell stopped four meters in front of the butcher, the M4A1 trigger was pulled, and tongues of flame lit up the surrounding space, reflecting the butcher's incredulous face.
Why is this happening?
The bullets turned the butcher into rotten flesh, and his gradually dimming eyes found the reason. Under the illumination of the flames, he saw clearly the heavily armed Russell, especially the small device installed on the helmet.
External helmet thermal imaging camera! !
Butcher:"……"
Russell turned off the infrared thermal imaging camera and looked at the corpse on the ground with a speechless expression. Not long after he came in, he saw a fat man lying on the ground, and a large heat source almost filled the screen.
A large slice of refrigerated meat is a source of heat for the butcher...
To be honest, Russell hesitated for a moment when he fired. He also thought about whether to throw another flash bomb to make the formation bigger. After all, it was not easy for someone to lie down for a long time.
It was not the butcher who was at fault. He was an honest man with a stubborn mind. In his expectation, Russell should have walked in with only a small pistol.
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Ahead is Sloan's office, a room surrounded by many bookcases. Referring to the history of the fraternity, many of the books here are old. It's a pity that Sloan did not learn the core values from the books and only saw the power of money. .
Perhaps, after he saw clearly that this was a society where individuals could eat people, he gave up his faith, became a hedonist, and pursued beautiful swords instead.
The mission target Sloan was inside, and everything would be over as long as he eliminated the opponent, but Russell stopped at the entrance. In the original book, Wesley was surrounded by seven or eight killers with guns drawn as soon as he entered the door. If it weren't for the fact that Firefox Killer was so loyal to his faith, he would have basically gone cold.
Russell felt that it would be about the same if it were him, and he would be more likely to be beaten into a rag by the barrage as soon as he entered the door!
"I should bring in some mice..."
No Rattler, that's okay, there's Wesley.
Russell decided to wait for Wesley and Firefox, partly out of concern for his own life, and partly to give Wesley a chance to show himself. The goddess he pursues has a very high vision, and there is no need to show off or act cool. How can he win the goddess's heart?
Wesley didn't let Russell wait too long. After cleaning up the killers on the second floor and taking care of the gunsmith, he and Firefox came to the third floor.
Seeing Russell's sneaky behavior, Fire Fox snorted with disdain and stepped into the corridor towards the office without hesitation.
Wesley glanced at Russell, and he obviously felt that if he rushed in, he would probably get shot, but the goddess couldn't live without cannon fodder to block the bullets, so he ran over without hesitation.
Firefox suddenly stopped in front of the office. Wesley followed very close and almost bumped into him. He regretted it after he stopped.
Why should I stop?
Wesley secretly blamed himself for missing the opportunity, but Firefox turned around and kicked him in the chest, causing him to fall to the ground.
Firefox kicked Wesley down, clutched the M1911 pistol with both hands, his heartbeat accelerated wildly, his eyes gleamed, and he rushed into the office quickly.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang————
There was an ambush in the office. The moment Firefox rushed in, eight long-awaited killers pulled the trigger.
Firefox accelerated into the office, leaning back directly, his knees touching the marble floor, and his body sliding forward. In slow motion, you can see bullets piercing the air, leaving straight bullet marks, passing over her head.
It is impossible to escape unscathed, Firefox has bullet time, and the eight killers are not ordinary characters. In particular, the two core members, with the ability to predict bullet time, started shooting continuously while the Firefox was gliding.
Firefox intercepted bullets with bullets, and fell into a disadvantage one on two. She was shot in the abdomen and shoulder. The pain was so painful that she almost broke her teeth. She turned over and hid under the desk next to her.
The killers aimed their guns at the desk, and two core members swung their guns to kill Firefox, but after two gunshots, all of them were shot in the forehead and fell to the ground softly.
It's Wesley!
In slow motion, his facial features were distorted and ferocious, and the murderous intent in his eyes was as strong as a ferocious beast that chooses people to devour.
After killing the two core members, he swung his hands and fired a few shots. Without even looking at them, and regardless of whether the remaining killers were dead or not, he quickly came to Firefox.
