Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three 5.56 mm bullets hit the reinforced body armor on the killer's chest. The M4A1's initial velocity and kinetic energy failed to break through the armor. After hitting the same location, two bullets bounced off and one was embedded in it.
Bang! Bang!
Another two bullets hit the same location, this time on the arm. The armor here was relatively weak. It can be seen that in the design of the body armor, the protection of the limbs was not as important as the protection of the internal organs.
It is understandable that considering factors such as flexibility, bulky armor is not suitable for special tactics teams to perform tasks.
"Don't be afraid. The last position will be released after the test."
Seeing that the killer was about to have a mental breakdown, Russell quickly comforted him with words of comfort.
The effect was very average. Seeing the downward pressure of the gun pointing between his legs, the killer gave up and roared, got up and ran towards the hotel door.
Whoosh!
The tactical dagger struck from behind and penetrated the bulletproof helmet on the back of the killer's head. He rushed out with the body, smashed the glass of the hotel's revolving door, and rolled on the steps of the entrance.
Outside the door, the two doormen shuddered and stepped forward together to drag the body away, and then used a dust pusher to clean the steps.
Before the cleaning work was completed, the killers lurking around swarmed in.
They have been waiting for a long time and have been refused entry. Now that all the obstructionists are dead, no one can disturb them and make $300 million.
One after another, within three minutes, about forty people entered the Continental Hotel in New York.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang————
Fifteen seconds after the gunfire passed, the two doormen looked at the dark hotel lobby, swallowed and quickly moved their heads away.
Snap!
One doorman threw the pistol on his waist into the sewer, and the other followed suit. They were just doormen and had no knowledge of the killer.
The gunfire rang upwards from the hotel lobby. Because the elevator was blocked, the death scythe didn't move very fast.
Second floor, third floor, fourth floor...
Every thirty seconds, the sound of gunshots moves up one level, not more every second, not less every second. The traceable frequency makes people extremely desperate.
…
"Dead, actually... all dead?"
The adjudicator held the red wine glass, his face blank as if he had been struck by lightning, and murmured in disbelief: "This is impossible, they are killers trained by Gao Tai Table since childhood. They are well-equipped and have first-class tactical literacy. Even the best special forces are under their control." I can't even last two minutes in front of me..."
"Mr. Adjudicator, it seems that you can no longer prove my incompetence."
Winston said sarcastic words, but his expression was extremely solemn.
He has long been known for the terror of the elite troops at the high table. Every killer, or every warrior in it has been brutally screened, and the elimination rate is as high as 95%.
In other words, only one person out of every twenty people will be left behind in the end. Behind the forty warriors in the lobby are the super elites left behind by eight hundred people after brutal competition.
Coupled with the most advanced tactical equipment on the high table, they can fight in teams, and their combat effectiveness is unquestionable.
So the question becomes, what kind of enemy did they encounter that would make these first-class elites scream like pigs in fear?
It is indeed a monster!
Winston thought to himself, got up and walked out of the office. Even the best troops at the high table could not stop Russell's progress, so he would not stay to show off.
I can’t afford it!
"Mr. Winston, where are you going? Take me with you, I want to get out of here."
The adjudicator stepped forward quickly, ignoring Winston's disgusted look and following him shamelessly.
"Mr. Idiot, again, you should thank me for my loyalty to the high table, otherwise I wouldn't care about it."
"Understood. There is no doubt about your loyalty. I will convey it to the twelve leaders."
The adjudicator took out his handkerchief, wiped away the dripping sweat, and added: "There are also previous incidents, which have nothing to do with his personal ability. He is very good, but that monster is too scary."
While the two were talking, they came to an independent elevator. The lobby receptionist and Winston's most trusted deputy, Caron, held an AR-15 semi-automatic rifle, nodded to Winston, and swiped his card to open the elevator.
A helicopter was parked on the top floor, waiting for Winston to arrive before retreating directly.
"As the manager of the Continental Hotel in New York, I never thought about today's scene. It is so ridiculous. Fortunately, it is still here, otherwise no matter how I explain it, the High Table Conference will not believe me."
Winston lamented that if he had not experienced it personally, he would never have imagined that the Continental Hotel in New York would be knocked down by a single person.
"Mr. Winston, stop talking and evacuate to a safe area first. I will be happy to listen to whatever you want to say." the adjudicator urged.
"Mr. Idiot, stay classy and remember that stands for High Table."
Winston still mocked, and then said: "Don't panic, there are no stairs on the thirteenth floor. It's not that easy to get to the fourteenth floor after locking the elevator. The monster can't catch up with us."
“Very reasonable design, I love God!”
The adjudicator forced a smile on his stiff face, embarrassed but not impolite.
The two entered the elevator, but there was no movement after a while. Caron beside him was sweating profusely, and there was no response after swiping his card several times.
"What, what's wrong?"
"Karon, what's going on?"
Caron tried again to no avail, shook his head and said, "Sir, there seems to be a malfunction in the elevator."
"Coincidence?"
"Sir, I don't think this is a coincidence."
…
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, arcs flashed in his eyes, he invaded the Continental Hotel's security system, took over a series of power facilities, and stopped the elevator that was about to start.
Crackling!
Russell walked to the elevator, sparks jumped between his fingers, the elevator door opened, and he took the elevator to the fourteenth floor.
The elevator could go directly to the floor where the general manager's office was located, but he did not do so. There were still 39 killers waiting between the 14th and 18th floors.
It’s not easy for extras, you have to give them a chance to show their faces.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang————
Gunshots rang out again, moving upward at a speed of thirty seconds per floor. The remaining killers in the Continental Hotel could not bear the pressure, their mentality collapsed, and they ran towards the top floor in a swarm.
Thirty seconds for ten people on the first floor, and thirty seconds for two people on the first floor. The monster is simply climbing the stairs, killing people just casually.
…
On the nineteenth floor, a huge bank vault safe occupied half of the floor. With no way to escape, Winston poured himself a glass of red wine and sat on a high-end sofa to savor it.
Caron was carrying an AR-15 semi-automatic rifle and stood beside him like a waiter.
"Mr. Winston, is there no other means of escape besides the helicopter?"
The adjudicator was unwilling to sit still and wait for death. He did not believe that the vault safe could save his life. The reason was simple. In this country, the United States often had cases of vaults being robbed.
For example, some time ago, there was a strange case. The door of the vault was intact, but the cash inside was missing. The bank and the police still have no clue.
"Mr. Adjudicator, you can't escape, and you can't fight. There is only one way to survive."
Winston took a sip of red wine, glanced sideways at the adjudicator, and said calmly: "We can negotiate with him!"
"no!"
The adjudicator's face turned red and he suppressed a low cry: "I refuse. The high table will not yield to anyone."
"Whatever, anyway, the only representative in this room is the High Table. I'm just loyal to it. I negotiate for a life. The High Table can't blame me."
"No, your behavior will bring disgrace to the high table."
"Mr. Idiot, do you mean that you are prepared to be loyal?"
"me……"
The adjudicator pursed his lips and didn't say anything for a long time. He sat next to him angrily and snorted: "I sit here and supervise the negotiations."
Bang!
There was a loud noise that scared the adjudicator to tremble all over. He pretended to be calm and looked in the direction of the vault door.
"gentlemen?"
Caron held the AR-15 semi-automatic rifle and only waited for Winston's order before pulling the trigger and firing as soon as the vault door opened.
"No, someone must have tried this trick, and those people are all dead."
Winston asked Caron to put down his weapon, swaying the red wine glass slightly, and waited for Russell to appear.
He is as steady as an old dog but actually panics a lot. If he couldn't run away, who the hell would stay and negotiate!
Squeak! Squeak la la————
The handle of the vault door rotated, and the vault door, which only Winston and Caron knew the password and could be opened using their palmprints, slowly opened.
Russell stepped in while changing the magazine of the M4A1. In the background were several people lying and sleeping.
The kind of sleep where you can't open your eyes if you close them!
He glanced around the room, his eyes under his sunglasses passing over Caron and Winston, and finally resting on the adjudicator.
"Oh, it turns out that it caused me to be suspended from duty, and it also caused me to lose the medal for my bravery."
"Mr. Russell!"
The adjudicator stood up for a moment, extended his hand enthusiastically, and said with a forced smile: "I am the spokesperson of the High Table Conference. I must have heard of this name. We can talk..."
Bang!
There was a gunshot, and the adjudicator sat firmly on the sofa, except that he was gone from the neck up.
With beans splashing on his face, Winston's hand holding the red wine glass trembled slightly, and Caron next to him didn't dare to take a breath.
The pace was terrible and there seemed to be no possibility of negotiation.
"Hello, Mr. Russell... No, Officer Russell, I am the manager of the Continental Hotel in New York. You can call me Winston. It is my honor."
Winston put down the red wine with bean curd and stood up to show courtesy.
"You don't have to be so polite. After all, whether I kill or not has nothing to do with whether I'm polite or not."
"..."
"I'm lucky. I have the value of living, so I won't die. Send a message to the 'Goblet' organization above. If I don't become a policeman, I can only be a devil. If I become a devil, Satan and It would give God a headache.”
Russell looked at both sides of the house. Pistols, rifles, submachine guns, etc. were all available, and there were various types of bullets in the glass cabinets.
He waved his hand and took a picture of Franklin on the counter, and then in front of Winston and the two of them, he stuffed a large number of firearms and corresponding types of bullets into his pockets, and stopped only after emptying them halfway.
"Gudu!" x2
Winston and Caron were sweating on their foreheads, looking at Russell's never-full pockets, thinking for a while.
Superpowers, black technology, or magic?
"That person, remember to pass the word on. In the next period of time, I will prove how terrible I am as a devil until I am reinstated."
After Russell finished speaking, he left the safe house and politely closed the vault door before leaving.
"Karon, what does he mean?" Winston breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the bean curd from his face.
"Sir, if I guess correctly, he will kill many people until the high table surrenders."
“It’s tough, the high-top tables don’t give in, and they’re never short of people.”
