Chapter 1005: Don't come over

In the general manager's office, Winston and the adjudicator were silent, and a head worth US $ 300 million was taken to the door, so there was no need for the two to continue arguing.
Whoever gets the head first has the right to laugh at the other person wantonly.
The adjudicator dialed the phone to allow more than 40 heavily armed elite killers to enter the hotel, and then slowly contacted the operator. With the authority of the adjudicator, the Continental Hotel in New York was suspended worldwide.
There is no rule that does not make a square, even if the rule is not reasonable, it maintains the current order.
The killing of bans in mainland hotels is a seemingly unreasonable rule, which represents the supreme majesty of high-table meetings.
This is the meaning of its existence!
"Mr. Winston, now I have the ability to kill you."
The adjudicator snorted and continued, "But you have no ability to kill me, because I represent a high table."
没 "Yes, you should be glad that I am a loyal organization, otherwise you are dead."
Winston is not panic. He cannot kill the adjudicator, but he cannot kill him. This is also a rule. The only thing that can kill him is the high table council, not a dog.
"Everyone can talk big, and soon you will know how incompetent you are."
"Wait and see!"
The documents of the hotel outage passed the review. The shelter no longer protects everyone from being hurt. The killers inside the hotel are smelling the wind. They have a hunch that the floor of the hotel will be stained with blood today.
"I want to order these 300 million US dollars!"
"It's me."
"..."
杀 One by one, the killer shuttled through the hotel floor, confirming that Russell's elevator had reached the basement, and his face turned to laugh at him.
Ding! !!
The elevator stopped, and the tall security guard made a ‘please’ gesture, politely saying,
This gentleman, please be unaccompanied. The manager is in the wine cellar, and you can see him by walking straight forward.

Russell stepped out of the elevator and muttered, "Is the manager living in the basement ... woman manager?"
Behind him, the security guard smiled and took out the pistol from his arms and aimed at Russell's back.
After a bang, Douhua was everywhere in the elevator, and the two metal doors slowly merged.
Russell pinned M9 into 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.
"Boring trick, let's talk about it first, the appetizers are not delicious enough, but I'm going to explode."
Russell found M4A1 from his pants pocket, looked for the cellar stairs, and looked back after a short while: "Oh, that's wrong, it looks like I'm coming up."
Crackling!
As he talked to himself, the lights in the basement turned off, and the sound of his footsteps gradually became clear around him.
"Five people, using military night vision, too bullying."
Russell poked his lips slightly, the five killers were well equipped, and he could only use his five senses, mind, electromagnetic and other abilities to make positioning judgments and establish three-dimensional models to mark the coordinates, which was really too bullying.
Huh! Huh! Huh!
Three shots, and the bullet passed through the gap in the barrel, hitting three heads with precision.
The remaining two killers took a step, and when they saw that they hurried to the ground, the pistol turned with the night vision device, looking for Russell's voice.
Then there were two long legs in front of him.
Huh! Huh!
He shot two Voldemorts, and Russell found a spiral upward staircase around the corner, counting one two three four five, and stepped up.
One! two! three! four! Five ... six!
Twenty-six hot corpses slumped to the ground, Russell didn't turn his head back, leaving blood-red shoe marks that faded.
The basement was on the second floor, and more than a dozen killers rushed in, running fast without touching the feet.
They heard the sound of guns. No, they heard the crisp sound of the 300 million US dollars of Ding Ding Ding, the eyes were red, fearing that they would not be able to pick up the gun.
Russell entered the Continental Hotel alone, and no one thought he could go out alive, even if he had set a brutal record of 237 kills / 0 injuries before, and no one thought he could continue to perform miracles.
Here is the Continental Hotel and the Killer Headquarters in New York. It gathers industry elites who come from various countries and cities to perform their tasks. Just pick one out, not to mention ten, at least it is also a relaxed 1V5 premium product.
I ’m a killer, and I ’m more or less arrogant. They think that Russell can kill 230 people in the slums. Here, ten ca n’t cope.
"I see him ..."
Huh! Huh! Huh!嘭
When a shuttle was swept away by the shuttle, except for the talking killer who left his last words, everyone else only left regret.
Without a shot, people are gone.
Russell changed the magazine, and a grenade flew in front of him. He caught it with his hand, threw it back and threw it back, just hitting the killer's face rushing out of the stairs.
There was a loud noise, the orange-red fireball swelled violently, and Russell stepped forward briskly. Under the gaze of the two killers, one gave them a peanut.
"The physical body is only resistant to explosions. This is unacceptable. I dare to say that I am an elite."
Russell was disdainful, but the so-called elite of the secret road was just that. If nothing else, the psychological quality alone is seriously unqualified.
The corner of the staircase entered the last floor of the hotel lobby. More than 20 killers concealed the corner. Long guns and short cannons were exposed outside the wall, and the trigger was pulled at the same time.
The metal projectile rushed through like a shower, sifting the wall around Russell. He frowned and closed his eyes. The electromagnetic wave spread and positioned. Then he gripped the M4A1. When the cross arm was thrown out, the trigger was pulled continuously.
The frequency is too fast. There is no difference between firing and holding the trigger.
After the gunfire ceased, corpses were scattered on this floor, and all the killers hiding behind the wall were killed by bullets coming from the side.
Those who deal with the corpse in the later stages must not understand it, because it is more ballistic. If the bullet does not have a tracking location, it only means that the more than 20 killers are blind, and the enemy has turned a blind eye.
If you look at the drop position of the M4A1 warhead again, they will only doubt life more.
Now that Russell had decided to blast, Russell had no intention of covering up the fact that he would throw his gun.
In fact, it is very simple. When shooting, a piece of electromagnetic is attached ... Ahem, it is a sharp shake of the arm, which can give the bullet a horizontal acceleration, thereby forming an arc, and sideways hit the enemy.
Yes, that's it, very scientific!
Russell is also okay, self-sustaining has entered the room, 90-degree right angle is completely insignificant, occasionally the gun feels, and can let the bullet cross the S-shaped curve in mid-air.
Ashamed, he still has a long way to go before the boss let the bullets leave F bek in midair.
巨大 On the first floor, the huge combination window was closed by curtains, and the outside sunlight couldn't shine a trace. In addition, the lights were turned off, as if the darkness had fallen and no fingers were reached.
切 "Cut, it's a military night vision device, can't you change it?"
Russell loudly BB, the most annoying these killers rely on equipment, no technical content.
After BB, he used electromagnetic waves to locate forty killers in the house, and then carried M4A1 on his shoulders and opened fire on the wall.
After fifteen rounds of bullets had poured out, he stopped pulling the trigger finger, not because he forgot to add the movement of shaking his arm, but found that forty people in the hall were well equipped and reached the level of black technology.
For example, their bullet-proof helmets perfectly resist the penetration of rifle bullets. After being hit, they are brought down by the impact force, and it is okay to get up and shake their heads.
Hey! Oh! Oh! Da ------
There was a burst of gunfire, a shuttle bullet covered Russell's location, a metal storm blocked the stairs, and there were several grenades gliding on the ground, blowing up the surrounding mess.
"It's really a new trick after taking back the words, and it's great!"
Russell Cat was in the corner, and after finishing feeling sorrowful, put away the M4A1, found out the M249 machine gun more than one meter long from his pants pocket, and packed the 100 round magazine.
I thought for a moment, he found another M249 machine gun, holding one in each hand, striding ... not going out.
I always feel like something is missing!
Russell thought for a while, put on sunglasses, and then lit a cigarette, held it forty-five degrees down, and finally found a feeling.
He stepped out, stepped on a rolling grenade, and pulled the trigger with both hands to release ammunition.
Boom! !!
After a loud noise, Russell stepped out of the raging flame vortex. Two M249 machine guns fired continuously, suppressing forty rifles on the opposite side at a crazy rate of fire of 500 rounds per minute.
Hey! Oh! Oh! Da ------
These bulletproof helmets are not blown. After being hit by a machine gun, the bullets are still unbreakable, and the impact has not broken the killers' necks.
Russell hit three bullets in the same position in succession before breaking the bulletproof helmet and reaping the head.
"Request support ..."
Huh!
"He's weird ..."
Huh!
"F beep ..."
Huh!
The shotgun was empty, Russell moved slowly in the rain of gunfire, and the other side was desperate. He also cooperated with hiding behind a column to replace the magazine, in case the fact that he was inaccessible was exposed, terrifying the killers on the opposite side.
Dumbledore!
Eighteen shock bombs rolled out, distributed around Russell's feet, and a slamming bright light, noise spread, and then the smoke dazzled, making the white smoke billow in the hall.
Russell froze for a moment, then whispered BB.
"Oh, I can't see it!"
He was very curious about the special tactical equipment on the forty killers. For the time being, he defined it as the high-end goods in the killer world. After he went out with a gun, he formed fire suppression again.
Forty killers suffered heavy losses, and before they fully understood what happened, there were only seven people left.
两 Two of them were very sure ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Rifle bullet hit Russell, saturated coverage of at least ten rounds or more. Look at Russell's clothes, it does not look like wearing armor, why is there no response?
If the clothes are the most advanced bullet-proof vests, which perfectly resist the impact and protect the internal organs from harm, what about shock bombs?
I haven't seen a helmet!
Hey! Oh! Oh! Da ------
The seven killers were unable to mourn, and the sound of the gun came to an abrupt halt. The four looked at it with their probes, and after banging, their bodies were trembling to the end.
The remaining three did not dare to show their heads, and when they heard the footsteps approaching, they suddenly rolled over.
The cymbal slammed again, and the last killer rolled the corner, making a crashing howl while pulling the trigger against Russell.
The bullet hit Russell and jumped happily over him, two of which hit his face, and the biu flew into midair.
Click! Click! Click
The grenade magazine was empty, but the killer threw the trigger and curled up in the corner to helplessly.
"Go away, monster! Please ... Go away !!!"
Russell shrugged, and in the whimper of the killer, tucked two M249 machine guns into the pockets of his pants, and then found the M4A1 to replace the magazine.
"Don't move, just hit your head, don't be afraid, I'll try your body armor."
Russell pulled the bolt, the corner of his mouth drew up, showing a bright smile of justice.
"Woohoo, don't come over!"
The assassin slammed his gun at Russell, then pulled out his pistol and fired, the magazine was empty, and he cried even harder.