the end of the heavens

"Hey, if it's a man, put down the gun and have a life-threatening duel with me."

In the parking lot, the two remaining killers stood up, their eyes were bloodshot and red, and each held a dagger in their hands.

Russell "..."

Where did this stupid beep come from?

"Eon, throw away the gun, it's time for you to prove yourself!"

Bang!Bang!

Russell pulled the trigger speechlessly, shaking his head at the corpse, "Sorry, I don't have to prove anything to you."

scoff!

A convertible sports car drove into the parking lot. In the driver's seat, the blonde killer was wearing a red evening dress. Her slender waist made her chest bulge. She looked at Russell in the pile of corpses in astonishment, and quickly reacted, reversed the car and fled from the spot.

"Miss, walk slowly, no one is chasing you..."

In the face of high-quality resources, Russell always couldn't bear it, and didn't want to see the tragedy of his head blooming, so he suppressed the muzzle of 4a1.

After the sports car drove out of the corner of the parking lot, he pulled out 9 arms and swung it violently, a bullet with an arc was ejected, followed by the sound of the sports car hitting the wall.

This way you can't see it!

So far, the killers in New York City have completely calmed down. More than 200 of their colleagues died in civilian areas, and they can't do without calm down.

At the same time, the "High Table Organization" of the New York branch of the Continental Hotel paid close attention to Russell. Although more than 200 killers were an extremely serious loss, what was even more fearful was that the reputation of the Continental Hotel was hit hard. .

What should I do if I take off my clothes?

Just wear it again.

The idea of ​​the High Table organization is also simple and rude, kill Russell to restore credibility, and clean up uncontrollable risks by the way.

Perhaps Russell has demonstrated a strong combat power of one against a hundred, but after all, he is a body of flesh and blood. The High Table organization firmly believes that Russell cannot be on full alert 24 hours a day.

He needs to eat and drink, he needs sleep to replenish energy, he can't carry a gun on his body forever...

A professional team of 40 people set off for New York, and the reward for Russell was raised again. As long as any killer kills him, he can get rich overnight and gain a lofty identity and status within the organization.

name russell

State Global Open Contract

Amount of 3 million U.S. dollars

……

"Hello, Chief?"

Russell took out his mobile phone and walked towards the surveillance camera. "It's me. The situation is a bit serious. About 200 killers surrounded me."

"I'm fine, I'm not hurt, I've actually got the situation under control...Of course, who am I, I've got them all under control."

"My current position is in xxx, not our jurisdiction. I hope you and your colleagues here can explain it to you. We are all on our own. Don't embarrass yourself... Oh, I mean, don't embarrass me."

"It's really okay!"

Russell turned to look at the parking lot, nodded his head heavily, "I'm not kidding you, they are all honest, actively cooperate, and have no unrealistic fantasies."

After making the phone call, Russell raised his hand to beckon the surveillance camera, and then pulled out the 9 to shoot it up.

After finishing all this, he looked sideways at the lobby on the first floor, shrugged and said, "I know you're there, don't hide, just stand up!"

There was no response, as if Russell was talking to himself.

"Don't hide, I'm talking about you, the invisible one."

"..."

As soon as the voice fell, Russell had three more infrared aiming points on his forehead, and a tall figure with a gray body and a metal visor appeared.

Visually estimated to be 2 meters tall, with a majestic physique, a chic reggae braid shawl, and a plasma cannon on the right shoulder, ready to go.

Predator!

Russell frowned. According to the biological reaction, he speculated that the visitor was an alien, but he didn't expect it to be a Predator.

He spread out the electromagnetic waves, sensed the communication equipment within a radius of two kilometers, and confirmed that there were no probes or other objects before pointing his gun at the Predator.

Bang!

With a gunshot, the Predator's head shook slightly, and the high-tech visor bounced off the bullet, leaving a trace of scratches.

To Russell's surprise, the Predator did not activate the electromagnetic cannon to fight back, but took off his visor and placed it on the ground respectfully.

The electromagnetic cannon was drawn to the back of the quilt, and the Predator grinned his gag-like mouth, his fierce eyes fixed on Russell, and with a clang, he popped out his own wrist knife.

A melee arm weapon, mounted on the outside of the wrist, has two parallel serrated blades, about 40 cm in length, sharp enough to cut the bones of various prey.

"Wow, little chic, looks like a real thing!"

Russell sighed with emotion, and then asked, "What do you mean by taking off your mask, singled out?"

Predator "°ヘ°...?‵‵?...￣▽￣σ...`奥'..."

Russell looked confused, gestured and said, "Look at you, tear it up, break it down, you're dead, Eagle tired?"

The Predator was silent for a few seconds, pointed to his chest, and then pointed to Russell, "Strong! Challenge! Honor!"

When a Predator fights or hunts with a wrist knife, it means that the hunter stakes honor and pride in the fight, as well as his respect for the enemy.

In the collision of muscle on muscle, blood on blood, the Predator kills, or is killed by his enemies.

Whether the battle is life or death, they don't mind, because their beliefs and code of conduct make them regard honor as a supreme honor, which is more important than life.

Ridiculous, but true to the values ​​of the Predator, it is generally accepted that shame is worse than death.

Of course, the honor goes to the honor, the Predator is notoriously unable to afford to lose, whenever they are defeated by a strong enemy, they will explode themselves and die with the enemy.

The power is average, only at the level of a micro-nuclear explosion. Visually, it can only destroy Brooklyn and Manhattan.

"Well, you are different from them, you are a fighter instead of a killer, so let me satisfy you once."

Russell sighed, threw away the 4a1 and 9 in his hand, and took off the bulletproof vest by the way.

The Predator on the opposite side was stunned, snorted coldly, and took off his breastplate, as if he didn't want to take advantage of Russell.