The global public reward of 100 million US dollars, the killers of the whole planet are crazy, they have witnessed the account amount soaring from 6 million, and the information is accompanied by a friendly reminder from the New York branch of the Continental Hotel.

It's a friendly reminder, but it's more like a warning, a long sentence, and it can be summed up to the effect: great value for money, novices don't bother.

In other words, the 100 million US dollars are very hot, be careful if you have money to spend.

Maybe the killers in other cities, or even other countries, are still lucky and ready to take a long trip and make a lot of money, but the killers in New York City have basically died down, and the 100 million US dollars in front of them are still sitting on the opposite side.

For the first time, killers far from the slums lamented that traffic congestion was not without benefit, at least this time, they saved their lives because of the slow speed.

But the killers in the parking lot were not so lucky, and after the 100 million dollar group text message, the slum set off another wave of parking fever, and the number of killers gathered here approached three digits.

After two unsuccessful attempts to storm into the abandoned building and three unsuccessful attempts to flee by car in a row, the remaining fifty killers shrank behind the car and shivered.

If you can't advance or retreat, you will die if you show your head!

The pressure of death was like a boulder, overwhelming them, and some of them repeatedly jumped sideways on the verge of collapse, covering their faces with their hands and weeping bitterly.

"I can't stand it!"

One of the killers couldn't bear the pressure and slammed into his feet from the ground, and after a gunshot, the killer got his wish and received the boxed lunch.

He walked with a smile on his face!

The corpse's hands and feet twitched, and the killer next to him looked at the bean flowers all over the ground, his eyelids twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Small scene, I've seen it many times today.

"Damn, he's out, and the monster is coming towards us."

A female killer held a make-up mirror and saw Russell carrying the M4A1 out of the hall on the first floor, and was immediately frightened to increase the humidity of the air.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Bang ————

Gunfire rang out in the parking lot, and the killers aimed their long guns and short guns at the hall on the first floor, and vented their fire like crazy.

Two of them did not give up, and took the opportunity to sneak through the car door, start the car and try to escape from the place.

After the gunshots, the sedan swerved sharply and lost control and crashed into the wall, but it was not a traffic accident because the people inside were gone before the crash.

When the gunfire stopped, Russell stepped out of the corner, M4A1 raised horizontally, slashing in front of him from right to left, bullets hitting the killers with precision to reveal their guns or arms outside the car.

Occasionally, a few probes show their heads, and all the foreheads bloom and can't get up again, so they just leave, and they don't say hello.

Click!

The sound of the M4A1 changing magazines sounded, but in the parking lot there were only the moans of the wounded killers, and no one dared to show their heads or even shoot back.

The spiritual defense line was crushed to slag, and the group of people had lost the will to fight, and a few of them smeared a little blood on the ground, smeared it on their faces and fell to the ground pretending to be dead......

And then being kicked awake by his companions, which is stupid.

Russell walked into the parking lot and made his way through the chaotic traffic, gunshots rang out one after another, eating away at the killers' mental will.

"Don't shoot, I have a daughter to raise, she's only three years old, I can't die here, please let me go."

A crying voice rang out, and one of the killers stood out from behind the car with his hands raised.

There was a dead silence in the parking lot, and the killers were full of expectations, if there was a colleague set by the daughter who didn't die, then ...... Then they all have daughters.

Russell narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a moment, he grinned: "You do have a daughter, but she is already twenty years old, and she is the daughter you paid for." ”

Boom!

A bullet sends the scum to hell, and Russell continues to clean up the killers in the parking lot, and the killers angrily launch a final counterattack when they see that he does not leave a single person alive.

After the magazine was replaced, more than thirty killers stood up at the same time and raised their guns at Russell.

They gamble, gamble their luck, and go head-to-head, Russell can't kill them all in an instant, there are always some people who will survive.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Bang ————

Russell withdrew the magazine, and the killers in front of him kept their guns raised and fell to the ground neatly, as if the Internet café was powered off and went offline en masse.

They lost the bet, and Russell could really kill them all in an instant.

"Hey, if it's a man, put the gun down and have a life-threatening duel with me."

In the parking lot, the two remaining killers stood up, their eyes bloodshot red, each holding a dagger in their hands.

Russell: "......"

Where did this stupid beep come from?

"Come on, throw the gun away, it's time for you to prove yourself!"

Boom! Boom!

Russell wordlessly pulled the trigger and shook his head at the corpse: "I'm sorry, I don't have to prove anything to you." ”

Whew!

An open-top sports car drove into the parking lot, and in the driver's seat, the blonde beauty killer was wearing a red evening dress, and her slender waist was bulging, she looked at Russell in the pile of corpses in amazement, and quickly reacted, reversing and fleeing from the place.

"Little sister, go slowly, no one is chasing you......"

In the face of high-quality resources, Russell always couldn't bear it and didn't want to see the miserable situation of his brain blossoming, so he pressed down the muzzle of the M4A1.

After the sports car drove out of the corner of the parking lot, he pulled out his M9 arm and flicked it violently, a bullet that arced out of the chamber, followed by the sound of the sports car hitting the wall.

So you can't see it!

At this point, the killers in New York City have completely calmed down, and more than 200 of their colleagues have died in civilian areas, and they can't do it if they don't calm down.

At the same time, the 'High Table Organization' to which the New York branch of the Continental Hotel was loyal was closely focused on Russell, and more than 200 killers were of course extremely serious losses, but what was even more fearful was that the credibility of the Continental Hotel suffered a heavy blow for the first time in history.

What should I do if I take off my clothes?

Just put it on again.

The idea of the high-table organization is equally simple and crude, killing Russell to save credibility and cleaning up uncontrollable risks by the way.

Perhaps Russell showed a strong combat power with one enemy against a hundred, but after all, he was flesh and blood, and the High Table Organization was convinced that Russell could not be on full alert 24 hours a day.

He needs to eat, drink, and Lazar, he needs to sleep to replenish his energy, and he can't always carry a gun with him......

A professional team of 40 people sets off for New York, and the bounty on Russell is once again raised, and any killer who kills him can become rich overnight and gain a high status and status within the organization.

[Name: Russell]

[Status: Global Public Contract]

[Amount: 300 million US dollars]

……

"Hey, Director?"

Russell took out his phone and walked to the surveillance camera: "It's me, it's a bit serious, about 200 killers surrounded me." ”

'I'm fine, I'm not hurt, I'm actually in control...... Of course, who I am, I have them all under control. ”

"My current position is in XXX, not our jurisdiction, I hope you and your colleagues here will explain, everyone is your own person, don't embarrass yourself...... Oh, I mean, don't embarrass me. ”

"It's really fine!"

Russell turned to look at the parking lot and nodded heavily: "Don't lie to you, they are all honest, take the initiative to cooperate, and have no unrealistic illusions." ”

After making the call, Russell raised his hand and beckoned to the surveillance camera, then pulled out the M9 and shot it out.

With all this done, he looked sideways at the hall on the first floor, shrugged and said, "I know you're there, don't hide, stand up!" ”

There was no response, as if Russell was talking to himself.

"Don't hide, I'm talking about you, the stealth one."

“……”

As the words fell, Russell had three more infrared aiming points on his forehead, and a tall figure with a metal visor appeared all in gray.

Visually 2.2 meters tall, with a majestic physique, a chic reggae braid shawl, and a right shoulder position, the plasma plasma cannon is ready to go.

Predator!

Russell raised his eyebrows, and based on the reaction of the organism, he speculated that the person who came was an alien, but he didn't expect it to be a Predator.

He dispersed the electromagnetic waves, sensed the communication equipment within a two-kilometer radius, and confirmed that there were no probes or the like, before raising his gun to point the Predator.

Boom!

A gunshot rang out, and the Predator's head shook slightly, and the high-tech visor bounced off the bullet, leaving a trace of abrasion.

To Russell's surprise, the Predator did not activate the electromagnetic cannon to return fire, but instead removed his visor and placed it respectfully on the ground.

The electromagnetic cannon was folded behind the quilt, and the Predator grinned at Russell with a vicious gaze, and with a bang, he popped out his wrist knife.

Melee arm weapons, mounted on the outside of the wrist, have two parallel serrated blades about 40 centimeters in length, sharp enough to cut the bones of various prey.

"Wow, little chic, looks like a real thing!"

Russell sighed, and then asked, "What do you mean by taking off your armor, heads-up?" ”

Predator: "(°ヘ°)......?? (?????? ‵‵)?? …… (￣▽￣)σ…… ('_)乂(_')......"

Russell looked confused, gestured and said, "Look at You, tear and tear you down, you die, Eagle Ge is tired of eating?" ”

The Predator was silent for a few seconds, pointing to his chest, and then to Russell: "Strong! Challenge! Honor! ”

When a Predator uses a wristblade to fight or hunt, it means that the hunter is betting on honor and pride in the fight, as well as his respect for his enemies.

In collisions through muscles and muscles, blood and blood, the Predator will kill enemies, or be killed by enemies.

Whether the battle is alive or dead, they don't mind, because their faith and code of conduct make them regard honor as supreme glory and more important than life.

It's ridiculous, but the Predator's values are true, and it is generally believed that shame is more terrible than death.

Of course, honor is honor, and Predators are notoriously unaffordable, and whenever they are taken down by a strong enemy, they will blow themselves up and die with the enemy.

The power is average, that is, the level of a miniature nuclear explosion, and it can only destroy Brooklyn plus one Manhattan by sight.

"Well, you're not like them, you're a warrior rather than a killer, so it's good to satisfy you once."

Russell sighed, threw away the M4A1 and M9 in his hand, and took off the bulletproof vest by the way.

The Predator on the opposite side was stunned, snorted coldly, and took off his breastplate, as if he didn't want to take advantage of Russell.

Then, he took out his fighting staff from his waist and ejected it into a two-headed spear that stretched more than two meters, with extremely sharp sides and an electric shock effect.

The Predator threw his spear and landed at Russell's feet.

"I have a heart, I have a weapon."

Russell shook his head slightly, kicked the spear back, and pulled the Edelman Alloy Knife from his pants pocket.

“……”

The Predator looked at Russell's pockets suspiciously, ready to take off his pants as a souvenir of honor after the battle.