When he arrived at the entrance of the corridor on the third floor, Russell did not enter rashly. According to the cross's prompt, the windows on the third floor were sealed, either with curtains on them or were directly nailed to wooden boards.
The Cross was not saying nothing. According to the information he had collected before and confirmed by Firefox and Wesley that he wanted to arrive at Sloan's hiding office, the butcher's slaughterhouse was the road after all.
Why is the slaughterhouse on the third floor, not next to the restaurant on the second floor? This is because the butcher's slaughterhouse does not provide meat, but provides corpses for the shooting range next door.
There are pigs' corpses, and there are people's...
The Butcher is one of the few killers in the Brotherhood who plays with knives. He is very familiar with the structure of the human body, proficient in anatomy and questioning, and is one of the core members.
Smelling the rich bloody smell in the air, Russell smelled the pungent smell of formalin. He hated this smell, which always reminded people of glass jars and pale organs.
There was insufficient light in the corridor, and at the end was a dark room, and the smell came from there.
Butcher's slaughterhouse!
Russell stood against the wall, thought about taking out the grenade from his chest, pulled off the pull ring and threw three of them first, and then threw another flash bullet.
When the explosion ended, he did not hear the screams of expectation, but the system prompted him to contact the plot character Butcher and received a chance to draw.
The butcher hid in the dark slaughterhouse!
This is so unfair, making me feel like I’m cheating... Well, it’s so cool!
Russell sighed and walked towards the silent darkness with great strides. The dark room was like a giant beast's wide open mouth, swallowing his body.
The room was very dark, and a faint light came from the end, and pieces of pork were vaguely hung in the air by iron hooks. The temperature in the whole room was very low, giving people a sense of déjà vu.
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 bloated body, his bloated body pressed against the ground, and his heartbeat was almost undetectable.
The butcher is a fat man with a tall and big body, but this is all superficial. He is very fat and has strong limbs and muscles. This figure is strong.
He can play the sword technique with a weight of nearly 300 pounds, and the butcher's flexible hands and feet and extraordinary nerve reflex make many people ashamed.
This is also a kind of talent. The ancestor is proud of his face. He is born to be a person who uses a knife to make a living.
The butcher lurked in the slaughterhouse for a long time. He was used to the darkness here. He could clearly judge the layout of the entire room by just the faint light coming from both ends of the corridor.
The location of each piece of pork, where there was an empty iron hook hanging, and Russell's approaching footsteps.
The bayonet tightened in his hand, and the butcher stared at the figure getting closer and closer. As long as the distance was enough, he was sure to stab the bayonet into Russell's heart before Russell fired.
The butcher's talent is his body, and his explosive power and jumping power exceed the limits of ordinary people. Under the bloated fat, it is covered with a striking and powerful muscle group.
As Russell got closer and closer, the butcher's body also became tense, his eyes were like poisonous snakes spitting out their letters, waiting patiently for the prey to enter the trap, and the next second it would bite the prey's neck and inject deadly toxins.
A little closer... Take another step and your body belongs to me. I will use an iron hook to pass through your shoulder bone and then hang it on...
clatter!clatter!clatter!clatter
Russell stopped four meters ahead of the butcher, and the M4A1 trigger pulled, and the flames lit up the surrounding space, reflecting the butcher's incredible face.
Why is this happening?
The bullet beat the butcher into rotten flesh, and his gradually dim eyes found the reason. Under the illumination of the flames, he saw clearly the fully armed Russell, especially the small device installed on his helmet.
External helmet infrared thermal camera!!
Butcher: ……
Russell turned off the infrared 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. A large ball of heat almost filled the screen.
A large piece of refrigerated meat slices, just a heat source here for the butcher...
To be honest, Russell hesitated for a moment when he fired the gun, and thought about whether to throw another flash bullet to make the formation bigger. After all, it was not easy for him to lie down for a long time.
The butcher was not the butcher, he was a stubborn and honest man. In his prediction, Russell should have walked in with just a small pistol.
……
In front is Sloan's office, a house surrounded by many bookcases. Referring to the history of the Brotherhood, many of the books here have been around for a while. Unfortunately, Sloan did not learn core values from books, but only saw the power of money.
Perhaps, he saw clearly that this was a society where people cannibalism could be seen clearly, so he gave up his faith, became a hedonist, and turned to pursue the American sword.
The mission target Sloan is inside, and as long as the opponent is solved, everything will end, but Russell stopped at the entrance.
In the original work, Wesley was surrounded by seven or eight killers as soon as he entered the door. If it weren't for Firefox Killing, he would have been completely disappointed.
Russell felt that it would be similar to him, and he was more likely to be beaten into a rag when he entered the door!
I should bring a few mice in...
It doesn't matter if there are no mice to explore the way, and Wesley.
Russell decided to wait for Wesley and Firefox. On the one hand, it was to give Wesley a chance to show himself out of life.
The goddess he pursues has a high vision and does not show off and show off, how can he win the goddess's heart?
Wesley didn't ask Russell to wait too long, cleaned up the killer on the second floor, and after getting the gunsmith, he and Firefox came to the third floor.
Seeing Russell's sneaky behavior, Firefox snorted contempt and stepped into the corridor without hesitation and walked towards the office.
Wesley glanced at Russell. Obviously, he felt that he would probably be shot when he rushed in, but the goddess could not have no cannon fodder that blocked the bullets, so she ran over without hesitation.
Firefox suddenly stopped in front of the office, Wesley followed very close and almost bumped into it. After stopping, he regretted it.
Why should I stop?
Wesley secretly blamed himself for missing the opportunity, but unexpectedly, the Firefox turned around and kicked him in the chest, tilted his head and fell four feet towards the sky.
Firefox kicked Wesley down, held the M1911 pistol tightly with both hands, his heartbeat accelerated wildly, his eyes skyrocketed, and he rushed into the office quickly.
Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang
There was an ambush in the office. The moment Firefox rushed in, eight long-awaited killers pulled the trigger.
Firefox accelerated into the office, leaned back directly, his knees touched the marble floor, and his body slid forward.
In slow motion, you can see bullets penetrate the air, leaving straight bullet marks passing through the top of her head.
It is impossible to be unscathed. Firefox has bullet time, and the eight killers are not ordinary characters.
In particular, two of the core members, with the predictive ability of bullet time, began to shoot continuously while the Firefox glided.
Firefox intercepted the bullets by bullets, and fell into a disadvantage with one stroke and two shots. She was shot in her abdomen and shoulders. The pain made her almost bit her teeth and turned over and hid under the desk next to her.
The killers raised their guns and aimed at the desk. Two core members threw their guns to kill Firefox, but after two gunshots, all of them were shot on their foreheads and fell to the ground and died.
It's Wesley!
In slow motion, his facial features were distorted and ferocious, and the murderous intent in his eyes was as strong as a ferocious beast that chose someone to eat.
After killing the two core members, he swung his hands and fired a few shots, without even looking at them, regardless of whether the remaining killers were dead, and quickly came to Firefox.
The Cross was not saying nothing. According to the information he had collected before and confirmed by Firefox and Wesley that he wanted to arrive at Sloan's hiding office, the butcher's slaughterhouse was the road after all.
Why is the slaughterhouse on the third floor, not next to the restaurant on the second floor? This is because the butcher's slaughterhouse does not provide meat, but provides corpses for the shooting range next door.
There are pigs' corpses, and there are people's...
The Butcher is one of the few killers in the Brotherhood who plays with knives. He is very familiar with the structure of the human body, proficient in anatomy and questioning, and is one of the core members.
Smelling the rich bloody smell in the air, Russell smelled the pungent smell of formalin. He hated this smell, which always reminded people of glass jars and pale organs.
There was insufficient light in the corridor, and at the end was a dark room, and the smell came from there.
Butcher's slaughterhouse!
Russell stood against the wall, thought about taking out the grenade from his chest, pulled off the pull ring and threw three of them first, and then threw another flash bullet.
When the explosion ended, he did not hear the screams of expectation, but the system prompted him to contact the plot character Butcher and received a chance to draw.
The butcher hid in the dark slaughterhouse!
This is so unfair, making me feel like I’m cheating... Well, it’s so cool!
Russell sighed and walked towards the silent darkness with great strides. The dark room was like a giant beast's wide open mouth, swallowing his body.
The room was very dark, and a faint light came from the end, and pieces of pork were vaguely hung in the air by iron hooks. The temperature in the whole room was very low, giving people a sense of déjà vu.
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 bloated body, his bloated body pressed against the ground, and his heartbeat was almost undetectable.
The butcher is a fat man with a tall and big body, but this is all superficial. He is very fat and has strong limbs and muscles. This figure is strong.
He can play the sword technique with a weight of nearly 300 pounds, and the butcher's flexible hands and feet and extraordinary nerve reflex make many people ashamed.
This is also a kind of talent. The ancestor is proud of his face. He is born to be a person who uses a knife to make a living.
The butcher lurked in the slaughterhouse for a long time. He was used to the darkness here. He could clearly judge the layout of the entire room by just the faint light coming from both ends of the corridor.
The location of each piece of pork, where there was an empty iron hook hanging, and Russell's approaching footsteps.
The bayonet tightened in his hand, and the butcher stared at the figure getting closer and closer. As long as the distance was enough, he was sure to stab the bayonet into Russell's heart before Russell fired.
The butcher's talent is his body, and his explosive power and jumping power exceed the limits of ordinary people. Under the bloated fat, it is covered with a striking and powerful muscle group.
As Russell got closer and closer, the butcher's body also became tense, his eyes were like poisonous snakes spitting out their letters, waiting patiently for the prey to enter the trap, and the next second it would bite the prey's neck and inject deadly toxins.
A little closer... Take another step and your body belongs to me. I will use an iron hook to pass through your shoulder bone and then hang it on...
clatter!clatter!clatter!clatter
Russell stopped four meters ahead of the butcher, and the M4A1 trigger pulled, and the flames lit up the surrounding space, reflecting the butcher's incredible face.
Why is this happening?
The bullet beat the butcher into rotten flesh, and his gradually dim eyes found the reason. Under the illumination of the flames, he saw clearly the fully armed Russell, especially the small device installed on his helmet.
External helmet infrared thermal camera!!
Butcher: ……
Russell turned off the infrared 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. A large ball of heat almost filled the screen.
A large piece of refrigerated meat slices, just a heat source here for the butcher...
To be honest, Russell hesitated for a moment when he fired the gun, and thought about whether to throw another flash bullet to make the formation bigger. After all, it was not easy for him to lie down for a long time.
The butcher was not the butcher, he was a stubborn and honest man. In his prediction, Russell should have walked in with just a small pistol.
……
In front is Sloan's office, a house surrounded by many bookcases. Referring to the history of the Brotherhood, many of the books here have been around for a while. Unfortunately, Sloan did not learn core values from books, but only saw the power of money.
Perhaps, he saw clearly that this was a society where people cannibalism could be seen clearly, so he gave up his faith, became a hedonist, and turned to pursue the American sword.
The mission target Sloan is inside, and as long as the opponent is solved, everything will end, but Russell stopped at the entrance.
In the original work, Wesley was surrounded by seven or eight killers as soon as he entered the door. If it weren't for Firefox Killing, he would have been completely disappointed.
Russell felt that it would be similar to him, and he was more likely to be beaten into a rag when he entered the door!
I should bring a few mice in...
It doesn't matter if there are no mice to explore the way, and Wesley.
Russell decided to wait for Wesley and Firefox. On the one hand, it was to give Wesley a chance to show himself out of life.
The goddess he pursues has a high vision and does not show off and show off, how can he win the goddess's heart?
Wesley didn't ask Russell to wait too long, cleaned up the killer on the second floor, and after getting the gunsmith, he and Firefox came to the third floor.
Seeing Russell's sneaky behavior, Firefox snorted contempt and stepped into the corridor without hesitation and walked towards the office.
Wesley glanced at Russell. Obviously, he felt that he would probably be shot when he rushed in, but the goddess could not have no cannon fodder that blocked the bullets, so she ran over without hesitation.
Firefox suddenly stopped in front of the office, Wesley followed very close and almost bumped into it. After stopping, he regretted it.
Why should I stop?
Wesley secretly blamed himself for missing the opportunity, but unexpectedly, the Firefox turned around and kicked him in the chest, tilted his head and fell four feet towards the sky.
Firefox kicked Wesley down, held the M1911 pistol tightly with both hands, his heartbeat accelerated wildly, his eyes skyrocketed, and he rushed into the office quickly.
Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang
There was an ambush in the office. The moment Firefox rushed in, eight long-awaited killers pulled the trigger.
Firefox accelerated into the office, leaned back directly, his knees touched the marble floor, and his body slid forward.
In slow motion, you can see bullets penetrate the air, leaving straight bullet marks passing through the top of her head.
It is impossible to be unscathed. Firefox has bullet time, and the eight killers are not ordinary characters.
In particular, two of the core members, with the predictive ability of bullet time, began to shoot continuously while the Firefox glided.
Firefox intercepted the bullets by bullets, and fell into a disadvantage with one stroke and two shots. She was shot in her abdomen and shoulders. The pain made her almost bit her teeth and turned over and hid under the desk next to her.
The killers raised their guns and aimed at the desk. Two core members threw their guns to kill Firefox, but after two gunshots, all of them were shot on their foreheads and fell to the ground and died.
It's Wesley!
In slow motion, his facial features were distorted and ferocious, and the murderous intent in his eyes was as strong as a ferocious beast that chose someone to eat.
After killing the two core members, he swung his hands and fired a few shots, without even looking at them, regardless of whether the remaining killers were dead, and quickly came to Firefox.
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