Coming to the entrance of the corridor on the third floor, Russell did not enter rashly, according to the hint of the cross, the windows on the third floor were sealed, either the curtains were drawn, or they were nailed directly to the wooden planks.

The cross didn't say nothing, according to the information he had gathered before, and confirmed by Firefox and Wesley, the butcher's slaughterhouse was the way to get to Sloan's office.

The reason why the slaughterhouse is on the third floor, and not next to the restaurant on the second floor, is because the butcher's slaughterhouse does not serve meat, but the corpses for the shooting range next door.

There are pig carcasses, and there are human ......

The butcher is one of the few killers in the Brotherhood who plays with knives, is extremely familiar with the structure of the human body, proficient in dissection and torture, and is one of the core members.

Sniffing the thick smell of blood in the air, Russell smelled the pungent smell of formalin, which he hated and always reminded people of glass jars and white organs.

The hallway was poorly lit, and at the end was a dark room where the smell came from.

Butcher's slaughterhouse!

Russell stood against the wall, thought for a moment and took out a grenade from his chest, pulled off the tab, threw three first, and then threw another flashbang.

When the explosion ended, he didn't hear the expected screams, and the system prompted him to contact the plot character Butcher and get a chance to win a lottery.

The butcher is hiding in the dark slaughterhouse!

"It's so unfair, it makes me feel like I'm hanging...... Well, that's cool! ”

Russell sighed with emotion, and strode towards the silent darkness, the pitch-black room engulfing his figure like the open mouth of a giant beast.

The room was very dark, and there was a faint light at the end, and pieces of pork were faintly seen hanging in the air by iron hooks, and the temperature in the whole room was very low, giving people a sense of swishing horror movie.

Russell knew that many of these hanging slices of meat were not pork......

The butcher was hiding in the darkness, he was lying on his stomach, his bloated body clinging to the ground, his heartbeat barely noticeable. The butcher is a tall and fat man, but this is all on the surface, he is very well-proportioned, his limbs are powerful, and this kind of figure belongs to the strong.

Able to play with knives at nearly 300 pounds, the butcher's nimble hands and feet and extraordinary nerve reflexes have embarrassed many people. This is also a kind of talent, the ancestor appreciates face, he was born to eat with a knife.

The butcher had been lurking in the slaughterhouse for a long time, and he was used to the darkness here, and he could clearly judge the layout of the entire room with the faint light coming from both ends of the hallway. Where each slice of pork was, where the empty iron hook hangs, and Russell's approaching footsteps.

Tightening the bayonet in his hand, the butcher stared at the figure that was getting closer and closer, and as long as the distance was sufficient, he was sure that he could stab the bayonet into Russell's heart before he could shoot.

The butcher's talent is his body, which is explosive and bouncing beyond the boundaries of ordinary people, and under the bloated fat, it is covered with powerful muscles that make people smack.

Russell got closer and closer, and the butcher's body tightened, his eyes like a poisonous snake spitting letters, patiently waiting for the prey to enter the trap, and the next second he would bite the prey's neck and inject deadly toxin.

A little closer...... One more step and your body will be mine, and I will use an iron hook through your shoulder bone and hang it in ......

Da! Da! Da! Da————

Russell stopped four meters in front of the butcher, the M4A1 trigger was pulled, and the flames lit up the surrounding space, reflecting the butcher's incredulous face.

Why is this happening?

The bullet had beaten the butcher to rotten flesh, and his dimming eyes had found the cause, and in the light of the tongue of fire, he could see Russell in full armor, especially the small device mounted on the helmet.

External helmet thermal imaging camera!!

Butcher: "......"

Russell turned off the thermal imaging camera and looked at the corpse on the ground speechlessly, not long after he came in, he saw a fat man lying on the ground, and a large mass of heat almost filled the screen.

A large slice of refrigerated meat, just a heat source here for the butcher......

To be honest, Russell hesitated when he shot, and thought about whether to throw another flashbang to make the formation bigger, after all, it is not easy for people to lie down for a long time.

It wasn't the butcher who was at fault, he was an honest man with a stubborn mind, and in his expectation, Russell should have walked in with just a small pistol.

……

Ahead is Sloan's office, a room surrounded by bookcases, a reference to the history of the Brotherhood, many of which are old, but Sloan didn't learn core values from books, only saw the power of money.

Perhaps, when he saw clearly that this was a society of individual cannibalism, he would give up his faith and become a hedonist, and instead pursue a beautiful knife.

The target of the mission, Sloane, was inside, and everything would be over as long as the other party was solved, but Russell stopped at the entrance. In the original book, Wesley was surrounded by seven or eight killers with guns as soon as he entered the door, and if it weren't for the fact that Firefox was loyal to his faith, he would basically be cold.

Russell felt that it was similar to himself, and it was more likely that he would be beaten into a rag by the barrage as soon as he entered the door!

"I should bring a few rats in......"

No rats to find their way, and that's okay, and Wesley.

Russell decided to wait for Wesley and Firefox, on the one hand, and to give Wesley a chance to show himself on the other hand. The goddess he pursues has a very high vision, and there is no link to pretend to be handsome, how to win the heart of the goddess.

Wesley didn't let Russell wait too long, cleaned up the killers on the second floor, and after getting the gunsmith by the way, he went to the third floor with Firefox.

Seeing Russell's sneaky move, Firefox snorted disdainfully, and without hesitation, stepped into the corridor and walked towards the office.

Wesley glanced at Russell, obviously he also felt that he would be shot if he rushed in, but the goddess couldn't be without cannon fodder to block bullets, so he trotted over without hesitation.

Firefox came to an abrupt stop in front of the office, and Wesley was so close that he nearly crashed into it, and he regretted it when he stopped.

Why should I stop?

Wesley blamed himself for missing the opportunity, but the fox turned around and kicked him in the chest, throwing his head back and throwing his feet into the air.

Firefox kicked Wesley down, clenched the M1911 pistol in both hands, his heart beating wildly, his eyes sparkling, and rushed into the office.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Bang ————

There was already an ambush in the office, and the moment Firefox rushed in, the eight long-awaited killers pulled the trigger.

Firefox sped into the office, leaning back, his knees touching the marble floor, and his body sliding forward. In slow motion, bullets can be seen penetrating the air, leaving straight bullet marks over her head.

It's impossible to go unscathed, Firefox has bullet time, and eight killers aren't average characters. In particular, two of the core members, with their ability to predict the timing of bullets, began to shoot continuously while Firefox was gliding.

Firefox intercepted bullet-for-bullet, falling into the wind with a pick-and-two, being shot in the abdomen and shoulder, and the pain was so painful that she almost crushed her teeth, and one rolled over and ducked under the desk next to her.

The killers raised their guns and aimed them at the desk, and the two core members threw their guns to shoot the firefox to death, but after two gunshots, all of them were shot in the forehead and fell to the ground and died.

It's Wesley!

In slow motion, his facial features are distorted very hideously, and the killing intent in his eyes is strong, like a fierce beast that chooses people to devour.

After killing the two core members, he flicked his hands and fired a few shots, without even looking at them, regardless of whether the rest of the killers were dead or not, and walked quickly to the Firefox.