In the general manager's office, Winston and the adjudicator were speechless, and the head worth $300 million was delivered to the door, so there was no need for the two to continue quarrel.
Whoever gets the head first has the right to laugh at the other party wantonly.
The adjudicator called the phone and allowed more than 40 fully armed elite killers to enter the hotel, and then slowly contacted the operator. With the authority of the adjudicator, the global announcement was made that the mainland hotel in New York was suspended.
There is no order without rules. Even if these rules are unreasonable, they maintain the current order.
Killing is prohibited in hotels in mainland China. This seemingly unreasonable rule represents the supreme majesty of the high-desk conference.
This is what it exists!
Mr. Winston, now I have the ability to kill you.
The adjudicator snorted coldly and continued: But you don’t have the ability to kill me, because I represent the high table meeting.
That's right, you should be glad that I am a loyal person to the organization, otherwise you will be dead.
Winston was not in a hurry. He could not kill the adjudicator, but the adjudicator could not kill him. This is also a rule. The only one who could kill him was the High Table Council, not a dog.
Everyone will say big talk, and soon you will know how incompetent you are.
Wait and see!
The documents for the hotel's suspension have been reviewed, and the shelter no longer protects everyone from harm. The killers in the hotel were moved and they had a premonition that the floor of the hotel will be bleeding today.
I'm going to settle for this 300 million US dollars!
It's me.
……
Killers shuttled through the hotel floor, confirming that the elevator Russell was taking arrived at the basement, and rushed towards his location with a grim smile.
bite!!
The elevator stopped, and the tall security guard made a 'please' gesture and said politely: This gentleman, I will not be with you. The manager is in the wine cellar and you can see him when you walk forward.
Russell stepped out of the elevator and muttered: Is the manager living in the basement... a female manager?
Behind him, the security guard took out his pistol from his arms with a grin and pointed it at Russell's back.
After a bang, the elevator was filled with beans and two metal doors slowly merged.
Russell put the M9 in the holster, reached out and pressed the elevator button, and found that the elevator was locked and could not take him out of the basement.
A boring trick, let me first say that the appetizers are not delicious enough, so I will get angry.
Russell took out the M4A1 from his pants pocket and looked for the stairs in the wine cellar. After a while, he came to his senses: Hey, it wasn't right, it seemed that I was just getting angry.
Click!
Just as he was talking to himself, the lights in the basement were turned off, and the rustling footsteps gradually became clear around him.
Five people, and even use military night vision devices, are so bullying.
Russell curled his lips slightly. The five killers were well-equipped, and he could only use his own abilities such as five senses, mind, electromagnetics, etc. to make positioning and judgments, and establish three-dimensional model marking coordinates. This is really too bullying.
Bang!Bang!Bang!
Three gunshots, the bullets passed through the gap in the barrel and hit three heads accurately.
The remaining two killers were one step slower, and hurriedly fell to the ground when they saw this, and the pistol rotated with the night vision device, looking for Russell's voice.
Then, two long legs appeared in front of him.
Bang!Bang!
After shooting two Voldemorts, Russell found the spiral upward stairs around the corner, counted one, two, three, four, and five, and walked up.
one!two!three!Four!Five...six!
Six hot bodies collapsed on the ground, Russell's head did not look back, leaving behind blood-red shoe prints that faded.
On the basement floor, more than ten killers rushed in and ran fast without touching their feet.
They heard the gunshots, no, they heard the crisp sound of 300 million US dollars falling to the ground, their eyes red, fearing that they would not even be able to pick up the guns if they were one step slower.
Russell entered the mainland hotel alone, and no one thought he could go out alive. Even though he had set a brutal record of 237 kills/0 injuries before, no one thought he could continue to perform a miracle.
This is the mainland hotel, the New York Killer Headquarters, gathering industry elites who come to carry out missions from various countries and cities. They pick out any one, not to mention one, but at least it is an easy 1V5 premium product.
Those who are killers are more or less conceited. They think Russell can kill 230 people in the slums, and here, ten of them can't handle it.
I saw him...
Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang
A shuttle of bullets swept down, and except for the killer who spoke, everyone left only regrets.
Without a single shot, the person was gone.
Russell changed the magazine and a grenade flew in front of him. He reached out and grabbed it, threw it back, just hitting the killer who rushed out of the stairs.
With a loud bang, the orange-red fireball expanded violently, and Russell's footsteps briskly moved forward against the shock wave. Under the gaze of the two killers, one gave them a peanut.
The body is just resisting explosions, and I can't accept it. I dare to say that I am an elite.
Russell was disdainful and thought that the so-called elites were just like this. Not to mention anything else, the psychological quality alone was seriously unqualified.
The stairs turn around the corner and enter the last floor of the hotel lobby. More than twenty killers hide in the corner, with long spears and short cannons exposed outside the wall, and the trigger was pulled at the same time.
The metal projectile rushed past like a sudden rain, forming a sieve on the wall beside Russell. He frowned and closed his eyes, the electromagnetic waves spread and positioned, and then held the M4A1 tightly. The moment the cross arm was swung out, he pulled the trigger continuously.
The frequency is too fast, there is no difference between shooting and pulling the trigger without putting it.
After the gunfire stopped, corpses were everywhere on this floor, and all the killers hiding behind the wall died from bullets attacking from the side.
Those who deal with the corpse later will definitely not understand it, because it is more trajectory. If the bullets were not tracked and positioned, it would only mean that these more than 20 killers were all blind and the enemy turned a blind eye even when they walked by.
But when they look at the location of the M4A1 warhead drops, they will only doubt their lives even more.
Since he decided to go crazy, Russell did not intend to cover up the fact that he could throw a gun.
In fact, it is very simple. A trace of electromagnetic attached when shooting... Cough cough, if you swing your arm suddenly, you can give the bullet a horizontal acceleration, forming an arc and hit the enemy sideways.
That's right, that's it, it's very scientific!
Russell is doing well, and he has already entered the room with a self-supporting attitude. It is no problem to have a 90-degree right angle. Occasionally, the sense of guns comes, and the bullet can also pass through the S-shaped curve in the air.
It's quite ashamed that he still has a long way to go before the boss lets the bullet leave a cry in the air.
In the first floor lobby, the huge combination windows were closed by curtains, and the sunlight outside could not shine in a trace. In addition, the lights were closed, just like dark night, and I couldn't see my fingers.
Tell, it’s a military night vision device, can’t we change it into a new trick?
Russell shouted loudly, and he was most annoying to these killers who rely on equipment, and he had no technical content at all.
After BB, he used electromagnetic waves to locate the forty killers in the house, and then carried the M4A1 on his shoulder to fire at the wall.
After fifteen bullets were poured out, he stopped pulling the trigger's fingers, not because he forgot to swing his arms, but found that the forty people in the hall were well-equipped and reached the level of black technology.
For example, their bulletproof helmets perfectly resist the penetration of rifle bullets. After hitting, they are brought down by the impact force, and they will be fine if they get up and shake their heads.
clatter!clatter!clatter!clatter
The gunshot array, a slalom bullet covered Russell's location, and the metal storm blocked the stairs. There may be several grenades sliding against the ground, blowing the surroundings into a mess.
I took back my previous words, and I did have new tricks and was very powerful!
Russell Cat was in the corner of the wall. After he finished feeling, he put away the M4A1, took out a M249 machine gun more than one meter long from his pants pocket, and loaded the 100-round magazine.
After thinking about it, he took out another M249 machine gun, held each hand and took big strides... he didn't walk out.
I always feel that something is missing!
Russell thought for a while, put on his sunglasses, then lit a cigarette, held it forty-five degrees downwards, and finally found a little feeling.
He stepped out, stepped on a rolling grenade, and pulled the trigger with both hands to vent the ammunition.
boom!!
After a loud bang, Russell walked out of the surging vortex of flames, and two M249 machine guns shot continuously, suppressing the forty rifles on the opposite side at a crazy firing rate of 500 rounds per minute.
clatter!clatter!clatter!clatter
These bulletproof helmets are really not blown. They still don’t break the defense after being hit by a machine gun bullet, and the impact force cannot break the killers’ necks.
Russell hit the same position with three consecutive bullets before breaking the bulletproof helmet and reaping the heads with difficulty.
Request for a...
Bang!
He is weird...
Bang!
F Beep...
Bang!
The magazine was empty, and Russell moved slowly in the rain of bullets. The opponent was desperate. He also hid behind a post to change the magazine, in case the fact that he was invulnerable to the sword and gun was exposed, which scared the killers on the opposite side.
Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!
Eight shock bombs rolled out, distributed around Russell's feet, with a loud bang, the noise spread, and then the smoke scattered, causing white smoke to roll in the hall.
Russell was stunned for a moment, then whispered.
Oh, I can't see it!
He was very curious about the special tactical equipment on these forty killers and temporarily defined it as a high-end product in the killer world. After walking out with a gun, he once again formed firepower suppression.
The forty killers suffered heavy losses. Before they could figure out what was going on, only seven people were left.
Two of them were very convinced that the rifle bullet hit Russell, which saturated at least ten bullets. Judging from Russell's clothes, they didn't look like they were wearing enhanced armor, so why didn't they react?
If that piece of clothing is the most advanced bulletproof vest, perfectly resisting impact and protecting internal organs from damage, what about the shock?
I didn't see a helmet!
clatter!clatter!clatter!clatter
The seven killers were helpless and the gunshots stopped abruptly. The four of them looked at them. After bang bang bang, their bodies also bang bang to the end.
The remaining three people did not dare to show their heads, and they rolled out suddenly as they heard the sound of footsteps approaching.
There were a few more bangs, and the last killer rolled in the corner, making a collapse howl while pulling the trigger at Russell.
The bullet hit Russell, and cheerfully jumped on him, two of them hit his face, and the biu flew into the air.
Click!Click!Click
The magazine was empty, but the killer threw it and curled up in the corner of the wall, which looked extremely helpless.
Go away, monster!Please...get away Ah!!
Russell shrugged, stuffed two M249 machine guns into his pants pocket amid the killer's sobs, and then took out the M4A1 to replace the magazine.
Don't move, you will hit your head if you move. Don't be afraid. I'll just try the bulletproof vest on your body.
Russell pulled the bolt, his mouth curled up, revealing a sunny and righteous smile.
Woo woo woo woo woo don't come over Ah!
The killer threw his gun and hit Russell, then pulled out his pistol and fired it. The magazine was empty, and he cried even harder.
Whoever gets the head first has the right to laugh at the other party wantonly.
The adjudicator called the phone and allowed more than 40 fully armed elite killers to enter the hotel, and then slowly contacted the operator. With the authority of the adjudicator, the global announcement was made that the mainland hotel in New York was suspended.
There is no order without rules. Even if these rules are unreasonable, they maintain the current order.
Killing is prohibited in hotels in mainland China. This seemingly unreasonable rule represents the supreme majesty of the high-desk conference.
This is what it exists!
Mr. Winston, now I have the ability to kill you.
The adjudicator snorted coldly and continued: But you don’t have the ability to kill me, because I represent the high table meeting.
That's right, you should be glad that I am a loyal person to the organization, otherwise you will be dead.
Winston was not in a hurry. He could not kill the adjudicator, but the adjudicator could not kill him. This is also a rule. The only one who could kill him was the High Table Council, not a dog.
Everyone will say big talk, and soon you will know how incompetent you are.
Wait and see!
The documents for the hotel's suspension have been reviewed, and the shelter no longer protects everyone from harm. The killers in the hotel were moved and they had a premonition that the floor of the hotel will be bleeding today.
I'm going to settle for this 300 million US dollars!
It's me.
……
Killers shuttled through the hotel floor, confirming that the elevator Russell was taking arrived at the basement, and rushed towards his location with a grim smile.
bite!!
The elevator stopped, and the tall security guard made a 'please' gesture and said politely: This gentleman, I will not be with you. The manager is in the wine cellar and you can see him when you walk forward.
Russell stepped out of the elevator and muttered: Is the manager living in the basement... a female manager?
Behind him, the security guard took out his pistol from his arms with a grin and pointed it at Russell's back.
After a bang, the elevator was filled with beans and two metal doors slowly merged.
Russell put the M9 in the holster, reached out and pressed the elevator button, and found that the elevator was locked and could not take him out of the basement.
A boring trick, let me first say that the appetizers are not delicious enough, so I will get angry.
Russell took out the M4A1 from his pants pocket and looked for the stairs in the wine cellar. After a while, he came to his senses: Hey, it wasn't right, it seemed that I was just getting angry.
Click!
Just as he was talking to himself, the lights in the basement were turned off, and the rustling footsteps gradually became clear around him.
Five people, and even use military night vision devices, are so bullying.
Russell curled his lips slightly. The five killers were well-equipped, and he could only use his own abilities such as five senses, mind, electromagnetics, etc. to make positioning and judgments, and establish three-dimensional model marking coordinates. This is really too bullying.
Bang!Bang!Bang!
Three gunshots, the bullets passed through the gap in the barrel and hit three heads accurately.
The remaining two killers were one step slower, and hurriedly fell to the ground when they saw this, and the pistol rotated with the night vision device, looking for Russell's voice.
Then, two long legs appeared in front of him.
Bang!Bang!
After shooting two Voldemorts, Russell found the spiral upward stairs around the corner, counted one, two, three, four, and five, and walked up.
one!two!three!Four!Five...six!
Six hot bodies collapsed on the ground, Russell's head did not look back, leaving behind blood-red shoe prints that faded.
On the basement floor, more than ten killers rushed in and ran fast without touching their feet.
They heard the gunshots, no, they heard the crisp sound of 300 million US dollars falling to the ground, their eyes red, fearing that they would not even be able to pick up the guns if they were one step slower.
Russell entered the mainland hotel alone, and no one thought he could go out alive. Even though he had set a brutal record of 237 kills/0 injuries before, no one thought he could continue to perform a miracle.
This is the mainland hotel, the New York Killer Headquarters, gathering industry elites who come to carry out missions from various countries and cities. They pick out any one, not to mention one, but at least it is an easy 1V5 premium product.
Those who are killers are more or less conceited. They think Russell can kill 230 people in the slums, and here, ten of them can't handle it.
I saw him...
Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang
A shuttle of bullets swept down, and except for the killer who spoke, everyone left only regrets.
Without a single shot, the person was gone.
Russell changed the magazine and a grenade flew in front of him. He reached out and grabbed it, threw it back, just hitting the killer who rushed out of the stairs.
With a loud bang, the orange-red fireball expanded violently, and Russell's footsteps briskly moved forward against the shock wave. Under the gaze of the two killers, one gave them a peanut.
The body is just resisting explosions, and I can't accept it. I dare to say that I am an elite.
Russell was disdainful and thought that the so-called elites were just like this. Not to mention anything else, the psychological quality alone was seriously unqualified.
The stairs turn around the corner and enter the last floor of the hotel lobby. More than twenty killers hide in the corner, with long spears and short cannons exposed outside the wall, and the trigger was pulled at the same time.
The metal projectile rushed past like a sudden rain, forming a sieve on the wall beside Russell. He frowned and closed his eyes, the electromagnetic waves spread and positioned, and then held the M4A1 tightly. The moment the cross arm was swung out, he pulled the trigger continuously.
The frequency is too fast, there is no difference between shooting and pulling the trigger without putting it.
After the gunfire stopped, corpses were everywhere on this floor, and all the killers hiding behind the wall died from bullets attacking from the side.
Those who deal with the corpse later will definitely not understand it, because it is more trajectory. If the bullets were not tracked and positioned, it would only mean that these more than 20 killers were all blind and the enemy turned a blind eye even when they walked by.
But when they look at the location of the M4A1 warhead drops, they will only doubt their lives even more.
Since he decided to go crazy, Russell did not intend to cover up the fact that he could throw a gun.
In fact, it is very simple. A trace of electromagnetic attached when shooting... Cough cough, if you swing your arm suddenly, you can give the bullet a horizontal acceleration, forming an arc and hit the enemy sideways.
That's right, that's it, it's very scientific!
Russell is doing well, and he has already entered the room with a self-supporting attitude. It is no problem to have a 90-degree right angle. Occasionally, the sense of guns comes, and the bullet can also pass through the S-shaped curve in the air.
It's quite ashamed that he still has a long way to go before the boss lets the bullet leave a cry in the air.
In the first floor lobby, the huge combination windows were closed by curtains, and the sunlight outside could not shine in a trace. In addition, the lights were closed, just like dark night, and I couldn't see my fingers.
Tell, it’s a military night vision device, can’t we change it into a new trick?
Russell shouted loudly, and he was most annoying to these killers who rely on equipment, and he had no technical content at all.
After BB, he used electromagnetic waves to locate the forty killers in the house, and then carried the M4A1 on his shoulder to fire at the wall.
After fifteen bullets were poured out, he stopped pulling the trigger's fingers, not because he forgot to swing his arms, but found that the forty people in the hall were well-equipped and reached the level of black technology.
For example, their bulletproof helmets perfectly resist the penetration of rifle bullets. After hitting, they are brought down by the impact force, and they will be fine if they get up and shake their heads.
clatter!clatter!clatter!clatter
The gunshot array, a slalom bullet covered Russell's location, and the metal storm blocked the stairs. There may be several grenades sliding against the ground, blowing the surroundings into a mess.
I took back my previous words, and I did have new tricks and was very powerful!
Russell Cat was in the corner of the wall. After he finished feeling, he put away the M4A1, took out a M249 machine gun more than one meter long from his pants pocket, and loaded the 100-round magazine.
After thinking about it, he took out another M249 machine gun, held each hand and took big strides... he didn't walk out.
I always feel that something is missing!
Russell thought for a while, put on his sunglasses, then lit a cigarette, held it forty-five degrees downwards, and finally found a little feeling.
He stepped out, stepped on a rolling grenade, and pulled the trigger with both hands to vent the ammunition.
boom!!
After a loud bang, Russell walked out of the surging vortex of flames, and two M249 machine guns shot continuously, suppressing the forty rifles on the opposite side at a crazy firing rate of 500 rounds per minute.
clatter!clatter!clatter!clatter
These bulletproof helmets are really not blown. They still don’t break the defense after being hit by a machine gun bullet, and the impact force cannot break the killers’ necks.
Russell hit the same position with three consecutive bullets before breaking the bulletproof helmet and reaping the heads with difficulty.
Request for a...
Bang!
He is weird...
Bang!
F Beep...
Bang!
The magazine was empty, and Russell moved slowly in the rain of bullets. The opponent was desperate. He also hid behind a post to change the magazine, in case the fact that he was invulnerable to the sword and gun was exposed, which scared the killers on the opposite side.
Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!
Eight shock bombs rolled out, distributed around Russell's feet, with a loud bang, the noise spread, and then the smoke scattered, causing white smoke to roll in the hall.
Russell was stunned for a moment, then whispered.
Oh, I can't see it!
He was very curious about the special tactical equipment on these forty killers and temporarily defined it as a high-end product in the killer world. After walking out with a gun, he once again formed firepower suppression.
The forty killers suffered heavy losses. Before they could figure out what was going on, only seven people were left.
Two of them were very convinced that the rifle bullet hit Russell, which saturated at least ten bullets. Judging from Russell's clothes, they didn't look like they were wearing enhanced armor, so why didn't they react?
If that piece of clothing is the most advanced bulletproof vest, perfectly resisting impact and protecting internal organs from damage, what about the shock?
I didn't see a helmet!
clatter!clatter!clatter!clatter
The seven killers were helpless and the gunshots stopped abruptly. The four of them looked at them. After bang bang bang, their bodies also bang bang to the end.
The remaining three people did not dare to show their heads, and they rolled out suddenly as they heard the sound of footsteps approaching.
There were a few more bangs, and the last killer rolled in the corner, making a collapse howl while pulling the trigger at Russell.
The bullet hit Russell, and cheerfully jumped on him, two of them hit his face, and the biu flew into the air.
Click!Click!Click
The magazine was empty, but the killer threw it and curled up in the corner of the wall, which looked extremely helpless.
Go away, monster!Please...get away Ah!!
Russell shrugged, stuffed two M249 machine guns into his pants pocket amid the killer's sobs, and then took out the M4A1 to replace the magazine.
Don't move, you will hit your head if you move. Don't be afraid. I'll just try the bulletproof vest on your body.
Russell pulled the bolt, his mouth curled up, revealing a sunny and righteous smile.
Woo woo woo woo woo don't come over Ah!
The killer threw his gun and hit Russell, then pulled out his pistol and fired it. The magazine was empty, and he cried even harder.
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