Unlimited Rewards in Mei Man

Chapter 8 The Fraternity Killer (New Book for Collection)
After being rejected by Russell again, Perkins did not continue to seduce him, and returned to his usual image of iceberg beauty.

After chatting with Perkins for a while, and learning about the major events in the killer world in the past week, Russell paid the bill for Perkins and left the bar.

In the past week, he was busy activating the "Venom Symbiote" and did not pay attention to the situation in the killer world.

Aside from the fact that the Punisher seemed to be targeting the killer, he also heard something very interesting.

Another killer organization in New York, the Fraternity, which claims to be a righteous man, has a defection of killers.

Moreover, the one who defected from the fraternity was the ace killer Cross in the fraternity.

While both are killers, a fraternity killer and a Hotel Continental killer are two completely different things.

First off, frat killers don't kill for money, they kill for so-called justice.

In other words, they thought they were doing God's work.

God uses a magical destiny spinning machine to display the name of the target in a coded manner.

What they have to do is to kill each other after the target's name appears.

As for why the target should die, they don't care.

All this is God's will!

Then, the Brotherhood, a group of killers who don't kill for money, have fancy shooting skills.

Normal bullets, go straight!

By looking at the muzzle, you can predict where the bullet will fall.

The bullets fired by the fraternity killer's spear swing can be bent or straight, forward or backward.

These bullets can even circle the air if desired.

Although this is very unscientific, the world's great scientists, such as Lord Dun, Uncle Tan, and Brother Di, should have been used to these things for a long time, and they didn't even have the mood to open the coffin board to take a look.

Isn't it just a bullet that can bend, it's no big deal.

Some people can even swing on a lightning bolt!

Like the one in the Russell family.

Before traveling to this world, Russell had heard of the name of the Brotherhood.

The active control of gun throwing and adrenaline left him with a deep memory.

Although he has some interest in these two abilities, he has no exposure to fraternity killers after becoming a peer.

They are a bunch of brainwashed guys.

In the absence of clear benefits, the disadvantages of contacting them far outweigh the benefits.

Sloan, the current leader of the Brotherhood, is not a good person.

The defection of the cross shows that he, too, has discovered this.

More importantly, in Russell's view, a group of people who can use the wrongly woven silk threads of the loom as the mysterious language of fate are not very smart.

It is normal for a textile machine made 1000 years ago to make some mistakes when weaving silk threads.

Even computers in modern society will have some strange bugs after running for a long time.

Not to mention just an antique textile machine from 1000 years ago.

As for deciphering the target's name from the thread, it's nothing special.

The "monkey and typewriter" theorem!
As long as there are enough monkeys, enough typewriters, and enough time, there must be a monkey that can completely type out Shakespeare's "Hamlet".

This theorem may seem counterintuitive, but in the field of mathematics, it is a provable theorem.

Although there is no way to reproduce the phenomenon of "monkeys and typewriters" in real life, it is entirely possible to form a name in binary form by just letting the loom weave wrong silk threads.

What's even more ingenious is that this idea of ​​the Brotherhood is still a logical closed loop that cannot be falsified.

If the Brotherhood kills the target, of course the dead person can no longer have an impact on the world or anyone else.

But at the same time, even if the target will become a good person who saves the world in the future, he will not have this chance, because he has already died.

The moment the Brotherhood kills the target, the target is branded as a villain.

In turn, the Brotherhood did not kill the target.

Then any serious consequences caused by the target's future may be attributed to the hint of fate.

Even if this serious consequence was an accident, in the eyes of the Brotherhood, it was also because they did not kill according to the instructions of fate.

These people in the fraternity, it seemed to Russell, were like the millions of Americans who thought the earth was flat.

The same innocence!

Brotherhood killers can't be blamed too much for believing that a loom can weave the language of fate.

After all, this is a beautiful country that promotes happy education.

The millions of Americans who believe that the earth is flat are more or less "talents" cultivated by happy education.

Russell does not doubt that there is an extraordinary power to predict the future in this world, but this extraordinary power will never appear on an antique textile loom.

But having said that, although the members of the fraternity are not very smart, he is still very interested in the two abilities of spear throwing and adrenaline autonomous control.

It would be nice to get these two abilities if you have the chance.

Russell imagined in his mind that he was actively controlling the adrenaline and discussing the mysteries of the universe with Diana.

It would be even more perfect if Diana put on the armor again.

Just as he was thinking about it, the driver stopped the car.

"Sir, the destination is ahead, I can only take you here!"

"why?"

Russell was still immersed in the beautiful imagination, and did not notice the situation ahead.

"Where you are going, you are stopped by the police and fire trucks."

The driver of Indian origin spoke in Indian English with a very distinct accent.

amount……

Only then did Russell throw away the unhealthy images in his mind and look forward.

The driver was right, the building he was going to was now stopped by the police.

Firefighters were evacuating the people in the building, and high-pressure water cannons sprayed wildly towards a window facing the street on the fifth floor.

Looking at the window that was still emitting flames from time to time, Russell's face became a little ugly.

The burning room was his office.

Fake!

"Ten minutes, go back to the hotel just now, these are yours!"

Russell didn't get out of the car, took out two hundred-dollar bills from his wallet, and waved them in front of the driver.

"No problem sir, you sit still!"

Under the reward, there must be a brave man!

This Indian-born driver is a good example of this.

In New York, where the traffic environment is not very good, the driver took Russell back to the Continental Hotel in less than 7 minutes.

After handing over the money to the driver, Russell walked into the Continental Hotel with a gloomy expression.

Although he still doesn't know which bastard burned his office, but one thing he knows very well, that is, he is very angry now, very angry.

An anonymous phone call from nowhere disrupts his plan to activate the Venom Symbiote, leading him to play a confession game with Diana.

He had just come to the Continental Hotel to find a hacker to investigate an anonymous phone call. Before he could contact the hacker, his office was burned down.

While it's possible this was just a coincidence, Russell doesn't see it that way.

He originally thought that the anonymous call would be arranged by S.H.I.E.L.D., but now it seems that Hydra is more likely.

(End of this chapter)