When he came to the entrance of the corridor on the third floor, Russell did not enter rashly. According to the prompts of the cross, the windows on the third floor were sealed, either with curtains drawn or wooden boards nailed directly on them.
Cross didn't say nothing. According to the intelligence he had collected before and confirmed by Firefox and Wesley, the Butcher's Slaughterhouse was the ultimate way to reach the office where Sloan was hiding.
Why the slaughterhouse is on the third floor instead of next to the restaurant on the second floor is because the butcher's slaughterhouse does not provide meat, but provides carcasses for the shooting range next door.
There are pig carcasses and human carcasses...
The Butcher is one of the few killers in the Brotherhood who can play with knives. He is extremely familiar with the structure of the human body and is proficient in dissection and torture. He is one of the core members.
Sniffing the rich smell of blood in the air, Russell smelled the pungent smell of formalin. He hated this smell, which always made people think of glass jars and pale organs.
There was insufficient light in the corridor, and at the end was a dark room, where the smell came from.
Butcher's slaughterhouse!
Russell stood against the wall, thought for a moment, took out the grenade from his chest, pulled off the ring and threw three first, and then threw a flash bomb.
When the explosion ended, he didn't hear the expected screams, but the system prompted him to come into contact with the plot character Butcher and get a chance to draw a lottery.
The butcher is hiding in the dark slaughterhouse!
"It's so unfair, it makes me feel like I'm cheating... Well, it's so cool!"
Russell sighed with emotion and strode towards the silent darkness. The dark room was like the open mouth of a giant beast, swallowing his body.
The room was very dark, with a faint light coming from the end, and pieces of pork could be vaguely seen hanging in the air on iron hooks. The temperature in the whole room was very low, giving people the feeling of seeing something from a horror movie.
Russell knew that many of these hanging pieces of meat were not pork...
The butcher is hiding in the darkness. He is lying on his stomach, his bloated body close to the ground, and the sound of his heartbeat is almost imperceptible. The butcher is a tall and fat man, but this is all on the surface. He is very fat and well-proportioned.
Powerful, this kind of figure is considered strong.
Able to master knife skills with a weight of nearly 300 pounds, the butcher's nimble hands and feet and extraordinary nerve reflexes put many people to shame. This is also a kind of talent, and the grandmaster appreciates it because he was born to eat with a knife.
The butcher has been lurking in the slaughterhouse for a long time. He is used to the darkness here. With only the faint light coming from both ends of the corridor, he can clearly judge the layout of the entire room. The position of each piece of pork and where the empty iron hangings are hanging.
Hook, and Russell's approaching footsteps.
Tightening the bayonet in his hand, the butcher stared at the figure that was getting closer and closer. As long as the distance was enough, he was absolutely sure that he could stab the bayonet into Russell's heart before Russell fired.
The Butcher's talent is his body. His explosive power and jumping ability are beyond the limits of ordinary people. Under the bloated fat, he is covered with staggeringly powerful muscle groups.
As Russell got closer and closer, the butcher's body tensed up, his eyes like poisonous snakes spitting messages, patiently waiting for the prey to enter the trap, and the next second he would bite the prey's neck and inject deadly poison.
A little closer... take one more step, and your body will belong to me. I will pass an iron hook through your shoulder bone, and then hang it on...
Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta————
Russell stopped four meters in front of the butcher, the M4A1 trigger was pulled, and tongues of flame lit up the surrounding space, reflecting the butcher's incredulous face.
Why is this happening?
The bullets beat the butcher into rotten flesh, and his gradually dimming eyes found the reason. Under the illumination of the flames, he saw clearly the heavily armed Russell, especially the small device installed on the helmet.
External helmet thermal imaging camera!!
Butcher:"……"
Russell turned off the infrared thermal imaging camera and looked at the corpse on the ground with a speechless expression. Not long after he came in, he saw a fat man lying on the ground, and a large heat source almost filled the screen.
A large slice of refrigerated meat is a source of heat for the butcher...
To be honest, Russell hesitated for a moment when he fired. He also thought about whether to throw another flash bomb to make the formation bigger. After all, it was not easy for someone to lie down for a long time.
It was not the butcher who was at fault, he was an honest man with a stubborn mind. In his expectation, Russell should have walked in with only a small pistol.
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Ahead is Sloan's office, a room surrounded by many bookcases. Referring to the history of the fraternity, many of the books here are old. It's a pity that Sloan did not learn core values from the books and only saw the power of money.
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Perhaps, after he saw clearly that this was a society where individuals cannibalize people, he gave up his faith, became a hedonist, and pursued beautiful swords instead.
The mission target Sloan is inside. As long as he solves the opponent, everything will be over, but Russell stopped at the entrance. In the original book, Wesley was surrounded by seven or eight killers with guns as soon as he entered the door. If it weren't for Firefox Killer's loyalty to his faith, he would
It's basically cold.
Russell felt that it would be the same if it were him, and he would be more likely to be beaten into a rag by the barrage as soon as he entered the door!
"I should bring in some mice..."
No Rattler, that's okay, there's Wesley.
Russell decided to wait for Wesley and Firefox, on the one hand, for the sake of his own life, and on the other hand, it was to give Wesley a chance to show himself. The goddess he was pursuing had a very high vision, and there was no pretentiousness, so how could he win?
The heart of the goddess.
Wesley didn't let Russell wait too long. After cleaning up the killers on the second floor and taking care of the gunsmith, he and Firefox went to the third floor.
Seeing Russell's sneaky behavior, Fire Fox snorted with disdain and stepped into the corridor towards the office without hesitation.
Wesley glanced at Russell, and obviously he also felt that if he rushed in, he would probably get shot, but the goddess couldn't live without cannon fodder to block the bullets, so he ran over without hesitation.
Firefox suddenly stopped in front of the office. Wesley followed very close and almost bumped into him. He regretted it after he stopped.
Why should I stop?
Wesley secretly blamed himself for missing the opportunity, but Firefox turned around and kicked him in the chest, causing him to fall to the ground.
Firefox kicked Wesley down, clutched the M1911 pistol with both hands, his heartbeat accelerated wildly, his eyes gleamed, and he rushed into the office quickly.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang————
There had been an ambush in the office, and the moment Firefox rushed in, the eight long-awaited killers pulled the trigger.
Firefox accelerated into the office, leaning back directly, her knees touching the marble floor, and her body sliding forward. In slow motion, you can see that bullets penetrated the air, leaving straight bullet marks, and passed over her head.
It is impossible to escape unscathed. Firefox has bullet time, and the eight killers are not ordinary characters. Especially two of the core members, with the prediction ability of bullet time, started shooting continuously while Firefox was gliding.
Firefox intercepted the bullets with bullets, and fell into a disadvantage one on two. She was shot in the abdomen and shoulder. The pain was so painful that she almost broke her teeth. She turned over and hid under the desk next to her.
The killers aimed their guns at the desk, and two core members swung their guns to kill Firefox, but after two gunshots, all of them were shot in the forehead and fell to the ground softly.
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 chooses people to devour.
After killing the two core members, he swung his hands and fired a few shots without even looking at them. He didn't care whether the remaining killers were dead or not, and quickly came to Firefox.