End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

The textile factory was torn apart by the suicide attacks launched by the rats. Although the main building was intact and the load-bearing walls said it could still hold up, the wires and network cables were all broken. The empty factory building had no lighting and was covered in dust. , couldn't even see the figure clearly from five meters away.

The killers who are still alive are like frightened birds at this moment, with painful groans in their humming ears, and panic written on their gray-headed faces, no different from ordinary people.

Firefox and Wesley entered from the window, and after getting a little familiar with the surrounding environment, they fired continuously. Their precise marksmanship took away the lives of a dozen killers in an instant.

The killers in the factory began to fight back, using the loom as a cover, and quickly formed a line of defense.

The two sides began to exchange fire!

Wesley leaned against the concrete pillar, his heart speeding up to more than 400 beats per minute. The dense gunfire did not make him lose his sense of proportion, but instead provided him with accurate positioning.

There are still quite a few killers, as long as they are holding guns, they are deadly existences that cannot be ignored, but Wesley does not panic at all. The gap between these people and him is so big that in slow motion, neither side a frequency.

Wesley flicked his arm, and a bullet flew out in an arc, hitting a killer hiding behind the loom. The Firefox next to him was no less impressive. He held a gun in both hands and shot left and right. Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, he took out a grenade and threw it against the ground.

boom!

After the screams, the killers who were going forward flinched.

Killers are killers after all, and they are used to being alone, so they can't be expected to make tacit tactical cooperation. If they are given the chance to assassinate one by one, they can kill a platoon of special forces, but if the two sides confront each other and have a head-on conflict, they will He was beaten so badly that he didn't even have a chance to call him Dad.

Sometimes, the number of people cannot be regarded as the basis for winning or losing!

The repairman was panting and lying beside the loom. Although his posture was awkward, he had to do so to save his life. The two intruders were fully armed and dressed like special police officers, but the repairman recognized one of them as Wesley at a glance, and the other, with a 80% chance, was Firefox.

The mechanic didn't understand why Firefox would betray the Brotherhood, but this wasn't the time to think about it. He knew that both of them had the ability to shoot in an arc, and he didn't shoot with his head out of the way.

The repairman straightened the revolver in his hand, looked at the corpses around him, and began to consider the feasibility of holding on. At this moment, the crisp sound of jingling rolled down in front of his face, and he was stunned after only one glance.

Grenade!

"Shit!"

These two words are the last words of the repairman. He survived the explosion of the grenade against his face. That is the treatment of the protagonist and the hang B. He is just a small supporting role with a few lines, and he received the lunch on the spot.

The sudden explosion woke up the others. There were many people in the place where the repairman was lying on his stomach. A grenade almost wiped out the group, and those who survived lost the ability to continue fighting.

Just when the killers were wondering where the grenade came from, another flash bomb appeared in their sight...

boom! ! !

Because of the dust and the huge space of the long hair, the power of the flash bomb explosion has been reduced, but it is enough to blind their dog's eyes.

The killers fell down in pain with their heads in their arms, their noses and tears streaming all over the ground, their ears were also temporarily deaf, and they all lost the ability to resist.

Russell strode out with the M4A1 in his arms, and fired back and forth at the killers rolling around on the ground. There was no need to aim, just pull the trigger until the magazine ran out.

clatter! clatter! clatter! clatter! clatter---

After emptying the magazine, Russell waved to Wesley who was poking his head over there. Suddenly, the alarm bell in his heart rang loudly, and the danger prediction that was about to evolve into a skill reminded him that there was someone behind him.

Luo Su didn't even think about it, Feipu fell to the ground, only heard a gunshot, and the bullet flew past his head.

A killer shot in the leg, because the cat was in the corner, was lucky to escape the rounds of grenades and flashbangs.

The moment Russell landed, he turned around and picked up the Remington M870 behind him. After a gunshot, the lucky killer was directly blasted out.

There is no possibility of surviving being hit by a shotgun, and no matter how thick the body armor is, it is impossible!

Russell didn't even need to fill up the gun, he patted the dust on his body, and gestured to Wesley again. The killers in the factory were almost cleaned up, and it was time to go to the second and third floors. It was like clearing customs and fighting a boss. Sloan was in the innermost office on the third floor.

As for the topmost floor, it was the room where the Loom of Destiny was placed. The entire floor was used to place the loom, and no one else was allowed to enter unless Sloan gave permission.

Wesley was about to reconcile with Russell, but he didn't want to turn around, so Firefox went to the second floor along the stairs beside him. Wesley decisively ignored Russell, his body was very honest, and he followed up according to his will.

Russell: "..."

The second floor is the dining room, dormitory and other areas, and the degree of damage by mouse bombs is very low. Russell estimated that there are many killers lurking inside.

Sure enough, after Firefox and Wesley went upstairs, the sound of intense firefights erupted instantly.

Leading the Killers is the Gunsmith, one of the core members of the Brotherhood, who is the best gun wielder of all the Killers. Playing here refers to modification. The modified M1911 pistol of Firefox is from his handwriting. Whenever someone in the fraternity makes a request, the gunsmith can complete the modification of the pistol to their satisfaction.

The gunsmith is very knowledgeable in this area. He is familiar with the performance of all guns, especially pistols.

God is fair, once a window is opened, the door must be welded shut. Therefore, the gunsmith is good at pistols, but the talent in shooting is very mediocre.

The gunsmith's favorite pistol is the M1911 pistol. I also use a modified model with a muzzle device and a scope to make up for his lack of shooting talent.

When the rats launched a suicide attack, the gunsmith organized a group of people on the second floor to wait for the intruders.

Facing the semi-automatic firepower of the killers, Wesley and Firefox did not choose to fight back with small pistols. Submachine guns came in handy. In the not-so-wide corridor on the second floor, submachine guns are king.

Russell followed the stairs to the second floor, heard the fierce gunshots, and went up to the third floor decisively. He believed that Wesley and Firefox were enough to deal with each other, so he didn't want to add trouble.

On the way to the third floor, Russell took the time to look at the system interface. He heard a 'ding' just now, but he didn't have time to look at it.

The system informed that he came into contact with the plot character 'Repairman', which triggered a lottery session, and he had a chance to draw a lottery.

"Good luck, but when did I contact the repairman?"

Russell has no impression, nor has he opened the lottery. Currently, he still has a Wesley character card and a 'bullet time' skill card. With sophisticated equipment and the ability to predict danger, it is enough for the next battle. .

The demise of the Brotherhood is a foregone conclusion, and there is no chance of turning over when the mice launch a charge. Russell can complete the task as long as he kills Sloan, and he is convinced that he can complete this task.

"I'm on the third floor, be careful not to let Sloan escape, if you find him, don't shoot, leave it to me!"

This was said to the cross, Russell was afraid that Sloan would run away and be shot, then his work would be in vain.

The cross reminded: "Be careful. Although the old guy is old and his strength has declined a lot, his arc shooting ability is still there."

"An old man who is notorious for sexual harassment, has been in prison for forty years, and almost passed through the prison, what is there to be afraid of!" Russell said in a teasing language that only he could understand.

"what!?"

"I mean, as long as he doesn't make a guest appearance as God, everything is fine!"

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