Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three gunshots were heard from the abandoned building on the 12th floor. The killers realized that someone was in contact with the target, listened carefully to determine the floor, and quickly approached the tenth floor.
Russell turned on his telepathy, and at the same time, the electromagnetic waves were positioned in all directions without blind spots. He built a building model in the spiritual world and marked the specific locations of the killers.
Watching the small red dots move cautiously, and thinking that they were not exposed, he covered his eyes in shame, raised his hand towards the stairs and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
There was a gunshot, and the killer who quickly glanced around collapsed weakly, with a big hole in his forehead.
There is no fighting tension at all!
But it is impossible to replace a gun with a knife, it is too disrespectful.
Russell turned off telepathy and electromagnetic induction, and decided not to cheat in the future, relying only on his five senses and nerve reactions to fight the killers fairly and fairly.
He took a deep breath, walked from the corner of the corridor to the top of the stairs, slightly tilted his head and looked down. By coincidence, there happened to be a killer looking up with a gun raised.
Their eyes met, and the killer's eyes instantly became sharp.
Bang!
There was a hole in the killer's forehead. He kept holding the gun with both hands and fell straight down on the stairs.
clatter! clatter! clatter! clatter----
The submachine gun screamed inside the building. Russell stared at the fire snake coming up from the bottom. He calmly took out a grenade from behind his butt, pulled off the ring and calculated the angle. He hit the wall hard and bounced to the killer downstairs. At feet.
"Fbeep! @#￥%...amp;amp;"
boom! !
Except for the first words and the series of curses that followed, Russell didn't understand any of them. After the roar, the ground beneath his feet trembled slightly, and the killer who cursed out his words died.
He continued to walk downstairs, and in the corridor of the ninth floor, he shot three killers with fierce self-controlled fire, and then touched the wall beside him.
With his fingers spread wide, Russell stretched out his hand against the wall to measure, blindly guessed the killer's height, then pointed the muzzle of his gun at the wooden wall and pulled the trigger.
Bang! !
“Ahhhh————”
The enemy was not killed with a single shot. The killer was obviously over 1.9 meters tall. Russell curled his lips and added a second shot to stop the screams.
It's true that he's not cheating, it's just that his ears and eyesight are sharp, and his five senses are slightly stronger than normal people.
The continuous gunshots and screams made the killers downstairs panic. The continuous gunshots meant that the battle was not over. All the colleagues who went upstairs first were killed.
A group of people freely formed a team, either in groups of three or five, or in pairs. The bold ones continued to move towards the stairs, while the timid ones looked for hidden positions, ambush and wait for an opportunity to attack.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
After four gunshots, a neat sound of falling to the ground came from the stairs, and then a brisk whistle sounded on the eighth floor.
Russell made no secret of his whereabouts, and his arrogant whistle was particularly harsh in the silent building. To the killers, the funny whistle sounded like a death scythe dragging along the ground, making their palms holding the guns sweaty.
"kuailaikuailaishuyishu~~ersiliuqiba~~~"
As the whistle got closer, the two killers lurking in the corridor made gestures and rushed out from the left and right sides at the same time, aiming their guns at Russell, who had his back turned to them.
Bang! Bang!
Russell took back the M9 from his armpit, stuffed it into his holster, listened for a moment, and pointed the gun at the wooden door next to him.
Bang!
The wooden door was violently pushed open, and the killer who broke out saw the black muzzle of the M4A1, and he knew nothing about it the next second.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang————
On the seventh floor, gunfire continued. Strangely, no one screamed under the continuous gunfire. After a brief ten seconds, whistles sounded on the stairs on the sixth and seventh floors.
The scalps of the killers lurking on the sixth floor were numb, and they vaguely felt that something was wrong. Yes, it was obvious that they had set up an encirclement, but what was going on with this ridiculous illusion of falling into a trap and killing someone at the slightest sign?
Who is surrounding whom?
"Hey, the eight people on this floor, your breathing is too rapid, come out quickly and die. I want to go downstairs directly. There are ten people waiting for me on the fifth floor!"
The clamor provoked the tense nerves of the killers. The five killers reached out from the wall at the same time and pulled the trigger at Russell's location.
The magazines were empty, they leaned against the wall to replace bullets, and then quickly looked towards the stairs.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
When the three corpses took their bodies back, they had big holes in their foreheads and collapsed motionless on the ground. They were probably dead.
"Hello, there are five more. I have good news for you. I have no bullets in my gun and I don't dare to change the magazine."
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Four gunshots were fired, and four innocent guys died with their eyes open. At the end of the corridor, the last killer cat was in the corner, his body soaked with sweat, and the hand holding the gun trembled at a high frequency, like a buzzing sound with sufficient power.
Ding-ding-ding-ding.
There was a crisp sound from far away, and the killer caught a glimpse of something at his feet. He lowered his head slightly and found that it was a grenade.
"Beep!"
Without thinking, the killer jumped out of the hiding place, and the next second his forehead was pressed against the black hole of the muzzle of the gun.
Bang!
The body was carried away by inertia, hit the wall and collapsed to the ground. Russell picked up the grenade without pulling off the ring and stuffed it into his pants pocket.
Fifth floor!
Hearing Russell accurately report the number of people upstairs, the ten killers looked at each other in confusion. The two killers closest to the stairs were very attentive and walked towards the fourth floor with low steps.
There are many people on the fourth floor, and a squeeze can bring a little warmth to their cold hearts.
Bang! Bang!
After two gunshots, Russell walked into the fourth floor. The two killers, who longed for warmth, eventually became cold.
It's normal. As we all know, there once was a killer who had cold hands, a cold heart, and a cold gun, and finally he was frozen to death.
The situation is exactly the same as that of these two killers.
Gunfire rang out on the fifth floor. After a roar of mental breakdown, the gunfire stopped, and the whistle that represented the coming of death spread to the fourth floor.
Click!
Russell was changing the magazine of his M4A1 rifle when he heard the sound of an object passing through the air. He looked down at the shock bomb at his feet and made a panicked sound.
"oops!"
boom! !
The sound of footsteps sounded, and the twelve killers rushed out quickly, with loud gunshots, and then they lay neatly in a row.
The number of killers who died has exceeded the number of little red dots marked at the beginning. Russell didn't care because there were more and more vehicles in the square and a steady stream of killers were coming.
He walked to the end of the corridor, put the butt of his M4A1 against his shoulder, stood at the window and fired continuously, staging a massacre of heads in the parking lot, leaving behind helpless bodies.
The magazine bottomed out in two seconds. These newcomers didn't know what happened, and they were gone.
Russell changed the magazine, stepped on the golden bullet casings and walked towards the stairs. After entering the third floor, he did exactly the same thing and killed all fifteen killers.
There were too many people, and he didn't bother to calculate. He only knew that after clearing the first floor, the New York Continental Hotel would lose more than a hundred killers.
He was a little curious about the welfare system of the Continental Hotel. He wondered whether the six million bounty would be enough to cover funeral expenses.
…
[Name: Russell]
[Amount: Updating]
While Russell was killing everyone and washing the abandoned building with blood, the Continental Hotel exploded on the spot. The unprecedented losses made everyone busy, and the operator dialed Stanfield's phone.
"Dear junior member, the account you established currently has a payment of US$6 million. After verification, the account amount is seriously insufficient and needs to be increased to US$20 million. Please confirm immediately."
"What?"
Stanfield held the phone and said dumbfounded: "What nonsense are you talking about? Why can't I understand it?"
The operator was silent for a moment and said bluntly: "Sir, we have lost 82 professionals... Oh, now it is 96, and the number continues to surge. During the time I am talking to you, the account amount has increased to 24 million US dollars. Knife, please confirm immediately."
"Are you kidding? Did my money come from the strong wind?"
Stanfield was furious and roared into the phone: "How many people you have lost has nothing to do with me. How can anyone place an order and ask for a price increase? I am Party A, not Kaizi."
Stanfield expressed disbelief. He knew Russell was a monster, but in just a short time, there were hundreds of people. It was clear that he had lied about the numbers and forced a price increase.
For the first time, Stanfield realized that it was not safe to follow the formal procedures, and their hearts were even darker.
"Sir, we have automatically transferred 30 million U.S. dollars, and please change your attitude, otherwise I will place an order to buy your life. Believe me, your head is only worth 30,000 U.S. dollars."
The operator threatened him rudely, and then changed to his official sweet voice: "Congratulations, you are now a senior member, goodbye!"
Toot toot! !
Stanfield was lying on the bedside with a cold body. Suddenly, a text message came in. His mistress contacted him and asked why his private account suddenly lost 30 million US dollars.
"Uuuuuuu——"
Stanfield said nothing, but shed tears of grievance. Apart from filial piety during holidays and maintaining personal relationships, this money was already most of his net worth.
…
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang————
In the lobby on the first floor, Russell turned sideways calmly, dodged the incoming bullets, pulled out the M9 from his waist, and fired two bullets away with two lives.
He stood in the pile of corpses and reloaded his rifle, and also changed a magazine for his M9. The bloody smell around him made him very uncomfortable. He glanced coldly at the door and looked at the killers who were hesitant to move in the parking lot.
More than fifty killers crowded in the parking lot, but no one dared to take a step forward. A killer cat behind the car raised a sniper rifle and pointed it at Russell, and then fell to the ground with a bruise on his head.
The killers all lay down, and some of them were chattering and wanted to leave but were afraid that they would die if they exposed their faces. This was because more than 130 of their colleagues died in the abandoned building, but none of the monsters were harmed.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding----
Continuous text message alerts sounded in the parking lot. Several killers tremblingly picked up their mobile phones to see the latest group messages from the Continental Hotel.
[Name: Russell]
[Status: Global Open Contract]
[Amount: US$100 million]
The skyrocketing amount of money cannot be achieved just by relying on Stanfield. This guy has worked hard for decades and returned to bankruptcy overnight. He is now doubting his life.
Stanfield only paid 50 million U.S. dollars, and the rest was replenished by the Continental Hotel New York branch itself. The killer resources suffered a serious loss. This was the most serious loss since the opening of the Continental Hotel in the world. They would not even restore their dignity and credibility. Give up and give up.
The hunt continues…
