Good...... Should someone point a gun at you?

Although it was another world, Russell inexplicably felt ridiculous.

"I didn't kill them."

He lowered his gaze, raised his hands and whispered, "Can you give me a chance?" ”

"Opportunity? Who cares about you? It's not like I didn't let you kill them. ”

The bartender with the smiley mask was in a happy mood like the smile on the mask: "The inferior is just that." You're a hero, you're attacked, you're defending yourself – why don't you kill them?

"Are you afraid of going to jail? Are you afraid of fines? Are you afraid of trouble? Do you want your children's dreams to be shattered?

"Or ...... Are you just scared? ”

Looking at Russell, the bartender laughed, "At the end of the day, you're a coward, aren't you?" ”

Russell was silent.

“…… This is Uptown. You also have a chip, right? ”

He closed his eyes and whispered, "If you kill me here, you too will be exiled." ”

"It's just one for one. I'm a rotten person, robbing, arsoning, fighting...... It's not like I haven't done murder before, it's not the same or I'm away with the crime? I've already killed more than one person, and it's long overdue...... Now replace a big man like you, I don't think it's a loss. ”

The bartender said leisurely, without hesitation: "Not to mention, the boss will take care of my family for me." Whether I'm banished, or I'm killed here by the inferior, I'm not at a loss. You lose. ”

“…… Big shots. ”

Russell exhaled softly and whispered his final words: "I'm not a big deal." ”

He staggered and straightened up.

He looked up at the muzzle of the gun—an emerald green flame that gradually ignited at the bottom of his pupils.

"Of course you're a big shot. You're a hero! ”

The bartender laughed: "Haven't you had time to enjoy your power, haven't you just made a name and found an excuse to kill the person you want to kill?" That's a shame! ”

Russell's unwavering, unwavering gaze that understood nothing — just looking at it made him sick.

It's also killing, why can he be a hero...... And I'm going to die?

Malicious intent emerges from the heart and in no direction. And gathered in front of him, bound to Russell.

So he didn't hesitate and shot Russell.

It's a tiny projectile—not a lethal munition, and I'm afraid it won't kill quickly if it hits a lethal part.

It was obviously a projectile with some kind of paralysis or poison, and the purpose was to stay in the body. It can torment opponents for long periods of time, or quickly render the target incapacitated with as little noise as possible.

In the dimly lit room, the bartender could clearly see that it had indeed hit Russell's body.

Russell shook suddenly, snorted, fell to his knees, and closed his eyes.

The four bodyguards with a high degree of prosthetic transformation have also regained their mobility for some time.

Instead of becoming invisible again, they turned back to the bartender and asked, "Is it all right, Mr. [Bartender]?" ”

"I can, don't do anything, step back and look at the door...... Let me make the murder scene. ”

The man known as the "bartender" commanded.

He took a deep breath and slowly approached Russell.

With only one step left, he paused.

"Hurry up."

One of the bodyguards calmly ordered, "We have to evacuate." ”

"What are you hesitating about?"

The voice of the other person was even colder: "Your crime has already been exposed, and you will die if you don't do it today...... You don't want to run away, do you? ”

“…… I can't escape. I know. ”

He whispered, clenching the broken bottle in his hand as he approached Russell.

Beneath the mask, the bartender's gaze is quite complicated.

Fear, hatred, pity, remembrance, remorse...... Rapid change.

In the end, it was framed as a kind of cruelty. That's the cruelty of making up your mind to take someone else's life.

It was not the first time he had such cruelty.

The bartender took a sip at Russell, whose eyes were closed as if he had lost his ability to resist.

The hoarse and deep voice was no longer pretended, revealing its hoarse and gloomy voice for the first time: "Thank me, I can let you die cleanly......"

As if to embolden himself, the bartender shouted loudly.

"-Die!"

He held the broken bottle high and held it back to Russell's temple!

But at this moment, Russell suddenly opened his eyes.

"Ping-"

The blood-stained dagger in his back shot rose like lightning, slashing open the broken bottle in the bartender's hand and shattering it even more.

In the scattered broken glass, Russell's eerie turquoise vertical pupils shone with a green light like flames.

Under his unusually high reaction speed...... Time seemed to be slowing down all around me.

He wasn't shot at all—he used the Immortal Weapon to block the bullet.

When you have the consciousness of "killing" and "being killed".

Russell's neck was as if someone had cut his throat, and shallow blood marks appeared.

And the bright red blade of light rose from the hilt of the short sword in an instant!

When the right hand of the "bartender" is opened, and the empty door is opened.

Russell's right hand held the [Saint's Beheading] behind his back, while his left hand supported his right hand and exerted force at the same time.

The dark red blade of light stabbed into the bartender's abdomen and slashed upwards to his chest.

Unlike the crackling state of the previous airship, this time the blade is sharper and more deadly...... It's also quieter.

Russell pushed the bartender away and shoved his body towards the four.

At the same time, he crouched around the room at high speed, bullets chasing after Russell.

And Russell only went around in less than a circle before he found an opportunity.

He handed the blade of light in his right hand to his left hand, and suddenly raised his hand to stab it!

The blade stabbed through the back of one of them, high in the chest. Like scarlet fangs.

Russell reached out and grabbed the other's hand, ducked behind the other, pulled the trigger, and fired at the remaining three.

But what surprised Russell was ...... The bullet simply did not penetrate the prosthetic protection.

The bullet landed on his body, only breaking the black coat and revealing the metal underneath.

No wonder they dare to shoot in such a small space without fear of ricocheting!

Russell immediately changed his mind.

He reached for the clasp of the prosthetic on his left arm, which was a panic switch that could be artificially retracted if the thrown weapon had a low chance of getting stuck.

Smoke grenades, flashbangs, stun bombs.

Russell broke three times in succession, firing the three rounds in sequence.

Although at this time, as long as the corpse is on his head, the small Russell can hide behind the other party and leave through the gate without continuing to kill......

But......

…… I do want to thank you, bartender.

Because you've taught me such a valuable lesson......

Now this is a more critical situation than on an empty boat, where a single mistake can kill you instantly...... finally let Russell's luck be completely extinguished.

Perhaps it was because Russell never really had blood on his hands until the end of the day.

Even in the event of a hijacking, Russell's mentality is not correct enough.

But at this moment, the blood on the top of his head was still dripping.

A clear reminder of Russell...... I have indeed fallen into the cobwebs of power and intrigue, and I am no longer the safe greenhouse I was a few days ago.

Moreover, the words of the "bartender" teacher reminded Russell very sincerely:

The inferior can't kill, the delphinium can't kill, but ......

- Russell, as a "hero", yes.

It's different from the bartender.

Russell, who raised the blade, didn't snort, and his vertical pupils shone with a dark green light.

It was a psionic light that was extremely activated when the emotions were extremely agitated!

Russell suddenly let go of his hand.

But the "saint's beheading" that he was holding tightly did not fall to the ground because of this.

It just dropped a little. It was as if there was an invisible hand, and Russell held it steadily.

Russell held the air in a vain grip and hid behind the corpse and closed his eyes.

I saw the invisible hand holding the knife speeding forward—

Russell is like a child holding the "air sword", aiming at the void and slashing three times at will!

Along with the flashbangs, there were zigzag flashes of knife, blood spilling from the ground—and three high-flying heads.

The invisible hand was so firm and accurate that it easily severed three heads.

As Russell opened his hand again, the "Sage Beheading" flew back into his hand again.

It is different from the way the psionic energy developed by the mother who saved people.

Exactly the same psionic power, but in Russell's hands, it revealed a completely different direction of evolution.

Just in case.

"I'll have to make up for it."

He whispered.

Russell stepped on each of the falling skulls with his left foot, stabbing the knife through his left eye and touching it to the bottom.

The man he had pierced from the back and hung in front of him as a shield was handled more solemnly. The head is carefully cut off and the left eye is pierced to confirm death.

In the end, it was Mr. "Bartender", who was cut open in the abdomen vertically by Russell and filled with bullets from his teammates.

He fainted, but his still shaking eyes were telling Russell that he was clearly not dead.

Thereupon.

A precise and swift knife that runs through the skull from the left eye.

The "bartender" didn't even struggle for a moment, and his limbs twitched and he lost his response.

"Hiss......"

Russell took two steps back and took a deep breath.

The head that was knocked on before was still a little chaotic.

This is also the first time Russell has completely taken the life of another person.

But unexpectedly...... In fact, there is no psychological burden.

I didn't want to vomit and I didn't tremble. There was no dinging to give a hint of how much experience had been gained, and there was no rush of heat warming up.

There is no fear. There is no exhilaration. There is no joy. There is no remorse.

It's just too simplistic. His mood was too calm.

That...... There is some inexplicable emptiness.

It's like a vase that has emptied water and plucked out flowers.

It's just empty there. The mouth of the bottle is like a black hole that attracts the eye.

“…… Scold. ”

Russell carried the "Sage Beheading", which gradually retreated and re-transformed into a short sword, and the vertical pupils that gave people a cold feeling were restored to round pupils.

He touched the wound in his throat that was gradually healing, stood in a pool of dripping blood, and suddenly laughed inexplicably: "What. ”

With a dreamlike muttering to himself, Russell gently stroked the saint in his hand and decapitated, and his mood gradually became calm.

This psionic weapon, which had taken the lives of four people, could now give Russell a warm sense of security just by holding it in his hand.

"Turns out I didn't have a ...... I'm such a nice person. ”

Russell sighed under his breath.

Just now.

Click-click-click-

It was as if a chick was breaking an eggshell, and it was like the sound of glass breaking.

Crisp, but not broken, the rift has spread, but it has not really broken and reborn.

The light of psionic energy flickered at the base of Russell's pupils, and the dark green flame faded and turned pale as he breathed—not from his mother's radiance, but from Russell's own burning fire.

But the light of the fire did not last long, and then it shook violently again and changed back. It's like a candle flame blown by the wind.