Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three 5.56mm rounds hit the reinforced body armor on the killer's chest, and the M4A1's muzzle velocity and kinetic energy failed to break through the armor, and after hitting the same spot, two bullets bounced off and one was embedded in it.

Boom! Boom!

Two more bullets hit the same place, this time it was replaced by an arm, and the armor here is relatively weak, which shows that in the design of body armor, the protection of limbs is not as important as the protection of internal organs.

Understandably, taking into account factors such as flexibility, bloated armor is not suitable for special tactical squads to perform tasks.

"Don't be afraid, the last position, let it go when the test is over."

Seeing that the killer's spirit was about to collapse, Russell hurriedly comforted him.

The effect was very average, seeing the downward pressure of the muzzle pointed between his legs, the killer gave up and roared, got up and ran towards the hotel door.

Sou!

The tactical dagger struck from behind, piercing the bulletproof helmet on the back of the killer's head, and swooping out with the corpse, shattering the glass of the hotel's revolving door and tumbling on the steps of the gate.

Outside the door, the two doormen shivered in unison, stepped forward together to drag the body away, and then cleaned the steps with a dust push.

Before the cleaning was done, the killers lurking in the surrounding area swarmed in.

They have waited for a long time, they have been denied entry, and now the people who get in the way are dead, and no one can bother them to earn 300 million US dollars.

One after another, within three minutes, about 40 people walked into the Continental Hotel in New York.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Bang ————

Fifteen seconds later, the two doormen looked at the pitch-black hotel lobby, swallowed their saliva and hurriedly looked away.

Smack!

One doorman threw a waist-down pistol down the drain, and the other did the same, they were just janitors, unaware of the killer's business.

Gunshots rang out from the hotel lobby, and the Grim Reaper's scythe didn't go fast because the elevator was blocked.

2nd, 3rd, 4th floors......

Every thirty seconds, the gunfire moves up a level, not a second, a second, a second, and the frequency that can be traced is extremely desperate.

……

"Dead, unexpectedly ...... All dead? ”

The adjudicator held the red wine glass, his face was full of lightning strikes, and he muttered in disbelief: "This is impossible, they are killers trained since childhood, well-equipped, and first-class tactical literacy, even the best special forces can't last more than two minutes in front of them......"

"Mr. Adjudicator, it seems that you have no way to prove my incompetence."

Winston said mockingly, but his face was extremely solemn.

He has long been known for the terrible nature of the elite troops on the high table, and every killer or soldier in it has been brutally screened, and the elimination rate is as high as 95%.

In other words, only one person for every twenty people can be left in the end, and the forty warriors in the lobby are behind the super elite of eight hundred people left behind after brutal competition.

Coupled with the most advanced tactical equipment on the high table, the combat effectiveness is beyond doubt.

Then the question arises, what kind of enemy did they encounter that would make these first-class elites scream in fear?

It's a monster sure enough!

Winston thought to himself, got up and walked out of the office, the best troops on the high table could not stop Russell's progress, so he did not stay and pretended.

Can't afford it!

"Mr. Winston, where are you going? Take me with me, I'm getting out of here. ”

The adjudicator stepped forward quickly, ignoring Winston's disgusted gaze and following him with a dead face.

"Mr. Idiot, you should thank me for my loyalty to the high table, otherwise I wouldn't care if I lived or died."

"Understand, there is no doubt about your loyalty, and I will convey it to the twelve leaders."

The adjudicator took out his handkerchief, wiped away the sweat that kept falling, and added: "There is also the previous incident, which has nothing to do with personal ability, it is very good, but that monster is too terrible." ”

While the two were talking, they came to an independent elevator, and the lobby receptionist, who was also Winston's most trusted deputy, Caron, was holding an AR-15 semi-automatic rifle, nodded to Winston, and swiped his card to open the elevator.

A helicopter is parked on the top floor and only needs to wait for Winston to arrive, and then it can retreat directly.

"As the manager of the Continental Hotel in New York, I never thought about today's scene, it was ridiculous. Fortunately, there is still one, otherwise no matter how I explain it, the High Table would not believe me. ”

Winston sighed with emotion, if it weren't for his own experience, he would never have dreamed that the Continental Hotel in New York would be beaten down by one person.

"Mr. Winston, don't talk about it, get out to a safe area first, and I'll be happy to hear as much as you want when the time comes." The adjudicator urged.

"Mr. Idiot, be elegant, and remember to represent the high table."

Winston sneered as usual, and then said, "Don't panic, there are no stairs on the thirteenth floor, and it's not so easy to get to the fourteenth floor after locking the elevator, that monster can't catch up with us." ”

"Very reasonable design, I love God!"

The adjudicator's stiff face squeezed out a smile, embarrassed and polite.

The two entered the elevator, and there was no movement after a while, and Caron on the side was sweating profusely, and there was no response after swiping the card several times.

"What, what's wrong?"

"Caron, what's going on?"

Caron tried again to no avail, shook his head and said, "Sir, the elevator seems to be out of order. ”

"Is it a coincidence?"

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

……

On the twelfth floor, Russell swaps out magazines and searches for stairs in the pile of corpses.

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

Cracking sound!

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

The elevator could go up to the floor where the general manager's office was located, but he didn't, and there were 39 killers waiting between the fourteenth and eighteenth floors.

It's not easy to be extras, you have to give them a chance to show their faces.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Bang ————

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

Ten people on the first floor is thirty seconds, and two people on the first floor are also thirty seconds, and the monster is simply climbing the stairs, and killing people is just a matter of hand.

……

On the nineteenth floor, a huge bank vault safe occupies half a floor of space, and Winston, who has no way to escape, pours himself a glass of red wine and sits on a high-end sofa to savor it.

Caron stood beside him like a waiter, carrying an AR-15 semi-automatic rifle on his back.

"Mr. Winston, is there no other way to escape than that helicopter?"

The adjudicator was not willing to sit still, he did not believe that the vault safe could save his life, the reason is simple, the US imperialist country often has cases of vaults being looted.

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

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

Winston took a sip of red wine, glanced at the adjudicator, and said unhurriedly, "We can negotiate with him!" ”

"No way!"

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

"Yes, anyway, there is only a representative table in this room, I am just loyal to it, and I can't blame me for the high table with negotiations."

"No, the act will bring shame on the high table."

"Mr. Idiot, do you mean to be ready to be loyal?"

"I ...... I ......"

The adjudicator, Nunu, did not speak for a long time, sat next to him in a huff, and hummed in a nasal voice: "I sit here and supervise the negotiations." ”

Boom!

There was a loud bang that made the adjudicator tremble, and he pretended to be calm and looked in the direction of the door of the vault.

"Sir?"

Cuarón grabbed the AR-15 semi-automatic rifle and waited for Winston to give the order before pulling the trigger and firing the moment the vault door opened.

"No, someone must have tried it, and those people are dead."

Winston told Cuarón to lay down his weapon, shaking his red wine glass slightly, waiting for Russell to show up.

He is as steady as an old dog, but he is actually panicked, if he can't run, who will stay and negotiate!

Squeak! Squeak-la-la-————

The handle of the vault door rotated, and the vault door, which only Winston and Cuaron knew the code and could only be opened with their palmprints, slowly opened.

Russell strides in while changing the magazine for the M4A1, with several people sleeping lying in the background.

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

He swept around the room, his gaze under his sunglasses over Cuarón and Winston, and finally on the adjudicator.

"Oh, it turned out that it was the medal that suspended me from my job and caused me to fight for bravery."

"Mr. Russell!"

The adjudicator stood up suddenly, stretched out his hand enthusiastically, and said with a far-fetched smile: "I am the spokesperson of the high table meeting, I must have heard of this name, we can talk about ......"

Boom!

A gunshot rang out, and the adjudicator sat firmly on the couch, but it was gone above his neck.

The bean blossom splashed on his face, Winston's hand holding the red wine glass trembled slightly, and Caron next to him didn't dare to gasp.

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

"Hello, Russell ...... No, Officer Russell, I'm the manager of the Continental Hotel in New York, and it's my pleasure that you can call me Winston. ”

Winston put down the red wine stained with bean curd and got up to signal etiquette.

"Don't be so polite, after all, whether I kill or not doesn't matter whether you're polite or not."

“……”

"It's lucky, it's worth living, so you won't die. Tell the 'goblet' organization above that if I don't become a policeman, I can only be a devil, and if I do a devil, Satan and God will have a headache. ”

Russell looked at both sides of the house, pistols, rifles, submachine guns, etc., and there were various types of bullets in the glass case.

He flicked a picture of Franklin on the counter, and then, in front of Winston and the others, he slipped a large number of firearms and bullets of the corresponding model into his pocket, and emptied half of them before stopping.

"Goo-toot!" x2

Winston and Cuarón sweated profusely as they looked at Russell's pockets, which could never fit well, and their imagination flashed through them for a moment.

Superpowers, black technology, or magic?

"Whoever you are, remember to spread the word, and for some time to come, I will prove how terrible it is for me to be the devil until I am reinstated."

After Russell finished speaking, he left the safe house and politely closed the door of the vault before leaving.

"Cuarón, what does he mean?" Winston breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the bean curd from his face.

"Sir, if I'm not mistaken, he'll kill a lot of people until the high table surrenders."

"It's hard, the high tables don't give in, and they're never short of people."