In the general manager's office, Winston and the adjudicator were speechless, and the head worth 300 million US dollars was sent to the door, so there was no need for the two to continue arguing.

Whoever gets the head first has the right to laugh at the other party wantonly.

The adjudicator dialed the phone and let more than 40 heavily armed elite killers enter the hotel, and then slowly contacted the operator to announce the suspension of the Continental Hotel in New York with the authority of the adjudicator.

There are no rules, and even if the rules are unreasonable, it maintains the current order.

The seemingly unreasonable rule that killings are prohibited in the Continental Hotel represents the supreme majesty of the High Table Meeting.

That's why it exists!

"Mr. Winston, now I have the power to kill you."

The adjudicator snorted coldly and continued, "But you don't have the power to kill me, because I represent the High Table. ”

"That's right, you should be glad I'm a loyal person to the Order, or you'd be dead."

Winston was unhurried, he couldn't kill the adjudicator, but neither could the adjudicator, and that's the rule, only the High Table Council could kill him, not a dog.

"Anyone can say big things, and soon you will know how incompetent you are."

"We'll see!"

The documents for the closure of the hotel have been reviewed, the shelter no longer protects everyone from harm, and the killers in the hotel have a hunch that the floor of the hotel is going to get blood on the floor today.

"I'm going to decide on the 300 million US dollars!"

"It's me."

“……”

One by one, the killers shuttled through the hotel floors, confirmed that Russell had taken the elevator to the basement, and rushed towards his location with a sinister smile on his face.

Bite!!

The elevator stopped, and the tall security guard made a 'please' gesture and said politely: "This gentleman, I don't want to accompany you, the manager is in the wine cellar, and you can see him when you keep walking forward." ”

Russell stepped out of the elevator and muttered, "The manager who lives in the basement...... Female manager? ”

Behind him, the security guard smiled and pulled out a pistol from his arms and aimed it at Russell's back.

After a bang, the elevator was covered with bean flowers, and the two metal doors slowly merged.

Russell pinned the M9 into his holster, reached out and pressed the elevator button, only to find that the elevator was locked and unable to take him out of the basement.

"Boring trick, let's talk about it first, the appetizers aren't delicious enough, I'm going to go crazy."

Russell pulled out the M4A1 from his pants pocket, looked for the staircase of the wine cellar, and came back to his senses after a while: "Hey, no, it looks like I'm going to be mad." ”

Smack!

As he was talking to himself, the lights in the basement turned off, and the sound of squirming footsteps became clearer in the surroundings.

"Five people, and military night vision devices, are too bullying."

Russell pouted slightly, the five killers were well-equipped, and he could only use his own abilities such as the five senses, mind, and electromagnetism to locate and judge, and establish a three-dimensional model to mark the coordinates, which was really too bullying.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three gunshots rang out, and the bullets pierced through the cracks in the barrels, hitting three heads with precision.

The remaining two killers took a step slower, and when they saw this, they hurriedly lay on the ground, and the pistol turned with the night vision device, looking for Russell's voice.

Then, two long legs appeared in front of him.

Boom! Boom!

Shooting two Voldemorts, Russell found the spiraling staircase around the corner, counted one, two, three, four, five, and stepped up.

One! Two! Three! Four! Five...... Six!

The six hot corpses collapsed to the ground, and Russell did not look back, leaving behind the fading blood-red shoe prints.

On the second floor of the basement, more than a dozen killers rushed in, running fast without touching the ground.

They heard the sound of gunshots, no, they heard the crisp sound of 300 million US knives clinking to the ground, and their eyes were red, lest they would not even have a chance to replenish the guns if they were one step too slow.

Russell entered the Continental Hotel alone, and no one thought he would get out alive, even if he had previously set a brutal record of 237 kills/0 injuries, no one thought that he could continue to perform miracles.

This is the Continental Hotel, the headquarters of the killer in New York, gathering industry elites from various countries and cities to perform tasks, pick one out at random, not to mention one as ten, at least it is also a high-end product with easy 1V5.

The killers are more or less conceited, they think Russell can kill two hundred and thirty people in the slums, and here, ten can't handle it.

"I see him ......"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Bang ———

A shuttle of bullets swept down, and except for the killer who spoke, left his last words, everyone else left only regrets.

Before a shot is fired, the person is gone.

Russell changed the magazine, and a grenade flew in front of him, and he reached out to catch it, shook it and threw it back, hitting it in the face of the killer who rushed out of the stairs.

With a loud bang, the orange-red fireball swelled violently, and Russell moved briskly towards the shockwave, and under the hellful gaze of the two killers, one gave them a peanut.

"It's just that the body is resistant to explosions, I can't accept this, and I dare to say that I am an elite."

Russell was disdainful, and secretly said that the so-called elite was nothing more than that, not to mention anything else, the psychological quality alone was seriously unqualified.

At the corner of the staircase, into the last floor of the hotel lobby, more than twenty killers hid in the corner, long guns and short guns peeked out of the wall, and pulled the trigger at the same time.

The metal projectile rushed through like a rainstorm, knocking the wall around Russell into a sieve, he frowned and closed his eyes, the electromagnetic wave diffused positioning, and then clenched the M4A1, and the moment the cross arm was thrown out, he continuously pulled the trigger.

The frequency is too fast, and there is no difference between firing and holding on to the trigger.

When the gunfire stopped, the floor was littered with corpses, and all the killers hiding behind the walls were killed by bullets coming from the side.

The person who processed the corpse in the later stage must not be able to understand it, because it is more ballistic, if it is not for the bullet with tracking and positioning, it can only mean that the more than twenty killers are all blind, and the enemy will turn a blind eye when they walk by.

But looking at the location of the M4A1 warhead again, they will only doubt life even more.

Since he decided to go berserk, Russell didn't intend to hide the fact that he would throw a gun.

In fact, it is very simple, there is a trace of electromagnetic ...... attached to the gun Ahem, it is a sharp swing of the arm to give the bullet a horizontal acceleration, thus forming an arc and hitting the enemy in a roundabout way.

That's right, that's it, it's scientific!

Russell's practice is also okay, he has already entered the room, ninety degrees of right angles are not a problem at all, and occasionally the gun sense comes, and he can also make the bullet cross the S-shaped curve in mid-air.

I'm ashamed, he still has a long way to go before the big guy lets the bullets leave a cry of F beep in the air.

In the hall on the first floor, the huge combination window is closed by curtains, and the outside sunlight cannot shine in a single bit, and the lights are turned off, like a dark night, and you can't see your fingers.

"Cut, it's a military night vision device again, can't you change it to a new trick?"

Russell shouted BB, the most annoying of these equipment-based killers, there is no technical content at all.

After BB, he used electromagnetic waves to locate the forty killers in the house, and then shouldered the M4A1 and fired at the wall.

After fifteen bullets were poured, he stopped pulling his fingers on the trigger, not because he forgot to add the action of shaking his arm, but because he found that the forty people in the hall were all well-equipped and had reached the level of black technology.

For example, their bulletproof helmets, which perfectly resist the penetration of rifle bullets, are carried down by the impact after being hit, and they are fine when they get up and shake their heads.

Da! Da! Da! Da————

There was a burst of gunfire, a shuttle bullet covering Russell's location, a metal storm blocking the staircase, and occasionally a few grenades sliding close to the ground, blowing up the surrounding area.

"Take back the previous words, there are indeed new tricks, and they are very powerful!"

Russell Cat was in the corner, put away the M4A1 after sighing, took out the M249 machine gun more than a meter long from his pants pocket, and loaded the magazine for 100 rounds.

After thinking about it, he took out another M249 machine gun, held one in each hand, and strode ...... Didn't go out.

I always feel like something is missing!

Russell thought about it, put on his sunglasses, then lit a cigarette, held it to his mouth forty-five degrees downward, and finally found a little feeling.

He stepped out, raised his foot to step on a rolling grenade, and pulled the trigger with both hands to vent ammunition.

Rumble!!

After a loud bang, Russell stepped out of the raging vortex of flames, and two M249 machine guns fired continuously, suppressing the forty rifles on the opposite side with a frantic rate of fire of 500 rounds per minute.

Da! Da! Da! Da————

These bulletproof helmets are really not blown, and they still do not break the defense after a machine gun bullet, and the impact force does not break the necks of the killers.

Russell hit the same spot with three bullets in a row before breaking the bulletproof helmet and harvesting the head with great difficulty.

"Request ......"

Boom!

"He's ...... weird"

Boom!

"F beep ......"

Boom!

The magazine was empty, Russell moved slowly in the rain of bullets, the opposite side was very desperate, and he was also very cooperative to hide behind a pillar to change the magazine, in case the fact that he was invulnerable was exposed, which frightened the killers on the opposite side.

Jingle Bell!

Eight stun bombs rolled out and spread around Russell's feet, slamming into a bright light, spreading the noise, and then smoke billowing into the hall.

Russell paused for a moment, then whispered a BB.

"Oops, I can't see it!"

He was very curious about the special tactical equipment on these forty killers, and temporarily defined them as high-end goods in the killer world.

Forty killers suffered heavy losses, and before they could understand what was happening, only seven remained.

Two of them were very sure that the rifle bullet hit Russell, saturated with at least ten bullets, and looking at Russell's clothes, it didn't look like he was wearing reinforced armor, why didn't he react?

If that suit is a state-of-the-art body armor that perfectly resists impact and protects internal organs from injury, what about shock bombs?

I didn't see a helmet!

Da! Da! Da! Da————

The seven killers wailed weakly, the gunfire stopped abruptly, and the four of them looked at it, and after the bang, the body also slammed to the end.

The remaining three did not dare to show their heads, and when they heard the sound of footsteps approaching, they suddenly rolled out.

There were a few more thuds, and the last killer rolled around the corner, letting out a crumbling howl, and pulled the trigger at Russell.

The bullets hit Russell, and Cheerful bounced around him, two of which hit him in the face, sending Biu flying into the air.

Click! Click! Click————

The magazine was empty, but the killer was helpless as he pulled the trigger and curled up in the corner.

"Go away, monster! Please...... Go away!! ”

Russell shrugged his shoulders and, with the killer whimpering, tucked two M249 machine guns into his pants pocket, and then pulled out the M4A1 to change the magazine.

"Don't move, I'll hit you on the head if you move, don't be afraid, I'll just try on your body armor."

Russell pulled the bolt of the gun, the corners of his mouth hooked, revealing a sunny smile of justice.

"Woo woo, don't come here!"

The killer threw his gun at Russell, then pulled out his pistol and fired, the magazine empty, and he cried even harder.