End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

It took Wesley a whole night to catch 1,000 mice. In fact, he didn't do anything. He just went to the supermarket to buy a large amount of peanut butter according to the order of the cross.

Rats prefer peanut butter to rich cheese!

Wesley drove the garbage truck to the mouth of the city's sewer, and the car was covered with peanut butter with special ingredients to attract the rats in a steady stream.

The special ingredient is ammonium nitrate, a colorless and odorless ammonium salt, an essential ingredient of military explosives, an extremely insensitive explosive, even more insensitive than the safety explosive c4.

Rats who ate peanut butter, under the high-voltage stimulation of the watch bomb, turned into fearless peace fighters, shouted Allah Hu Akbar, and cleaned the old lair of the Brotherhood.

After Wesley returned, he went to take a shower. The smell of peanut butter and sewer was mixed together, which made him hate dogs and make him want to rub the skin off.

Russell, Cross, and Firefox began to bind the mice with equipment. They first paralyzed the group of unwilling little creatures with potions, and then tied watch-shaped plastic bombs one by one.

Wesley also joined in after taking a shower. The four of them worked together very efficiently, and everything was done in less than two hours.

Next, wait for the rats to wake up, and then drive the garbage truck into the Brotherhood's lair - Mill 17!

Cross had been preparing for this day for a long time. He took out the design drawing of No. 17 Textile Factory and told the three of Russell about his detailed plan.

He was really well prepared, as can be seen from the dense notes and signs on the drawings, and many locations were marked on purpose. Including sniper points and blind spots, stress points of housing frame structures, ideal blasting positions, etc.

Even which side is a load-bearing wall, which wall can be used as a bookcase, and where is suitable for digging a fountain are clearly explained.

Firefox's face was not very good, because she saw her bedroom, which was marked with four load-bearing walls, which were rebuilt from floor toilets. Even if there was an earthquake, it would be difficult to collapse.

Textile Factory No. 17 is a building from the last century. A long time does not mean old and damaged. On the contrary, this textile factory is very strong, like a fortress surrounded by high-strength, enough to put many modern buildings to shame.

1,000 rats would be hard to level, and the cross knew that, so the rats were there to blow up a bunch of unlucky ones and create chaos along the way.

It is easy to fish when the water is mixed!

The brotherhood has a lot of people. There are three men and one woman on the cross side. It is unrealistic to kill them all. The main target is the leader Sloan and a few core members. Without these top killers, the remaining rotten sweet potatoes and rotten eggs are nothing to fear. .

Since it was an attack on the Brotherhood's stronghold, it would definitely be impossible to rely on four small pistols. Cross opened his arsenal and asked Russell and the others to arm themselves and choose any weapon they liked.

Cross is light-packed. His mission is to snipe all the targets on the commanding heights of the textile factory and cover Russell's invasion. Therefore, apart from the "Magnum Kitty Hawk II" that he uses every day, he only brings a special sniper rifle. It looks a lot like an M24.

Firefox’s beloved modified M1911 pistol was lost during the battle with Russell, and she couldn’t use other guns smoothly, so she still chose two M1911 pistols, which were placed in the left and right armpit holsters.

Considering the many narrow passages in the textile factory, she also chose a submachine gun and carried it behind her back.

The hand-to-hand combat with Russell left a lot of shadows on Firefox. She tied a long dagger to her calf and wore knee pads. Outside the black tights, he wore a bulletproof vest, and on the outside was a camouflage combat uniform.

He looks heroic, like a temptation in a uniform, which makes Wesley a little tough.

Wesley is using an M9+ submachine gun, a bulletproof vest and a camouflage battle suit, dressed exactly like Firefox, maybe he thinks it looks like a couple's outfit.

In fact, bulletproof vests are of little use in combat,

If the front is hit by a bullet, if you are not killed by a gun, you will be hit by the kinetic energy of the bullet and your tendons will be broken. But at least you will not become an unlucky ghost who died of a ricochet.

Immediately afterwards, Russell appeared on the stage, dressed in pitch-black tactical equipment, covering his whole body tightly, from helmets to vests, military boots, knee pads, gloves, gas masks, and goggles.

There are M9 in the two holsters on the left and right, and an M4A1 on the back. There are flash bombs, daggers, nylon ropes, shrink sticks, sundry bags, first aid kits, magazine bags, back pockets, leg bags, and a row on the chest. Grenade, holding a Remington M870 shotgun in both hands.

The three people on the cross stared dumbfounded. Russell's equipment can be said to be armed to the teeth, and can be dragged to the battlefield to fight.

"You... what are you doing?"

Cross swallowed, they are killers, not special forces, do you want to exaggerate?

Russell took off his helmet, and on his head was a black mask that only exposed his eyes. He shook the M870: "Under the shotgun, all beings are equal!"

"Who the hell asked you this..." Cross was speechless: "I mean, we're not going to fight, you don't have to dress like this."

"No, this is war!"

Russell shook his head, hating him for not arguing: "You gang of assassins are full of chivalry spirit, I really don't know what to say about you. Will the Brotherhood challenge us? Some equipment, can it be used to pick up the enemy's weapons?"

This made sense. Firefox and Wesley looked at each other and changed into Russell's equipment. Not to mention, after being loaded with guns and live ammunition, I feel a little more secure in my heart for no reason.

Seeing three guys all in black standing in a row, Cross had no choice but to put on a black bulletproof vest, and now he really became a special police officer.

"If we spray white paint with the words S.W.A.T on the back, will Sloan see it and surrender?"

Russell asked maliciously, but except for Wesley who was thoughtful, the other two pretended not to hear.

"Okay, now let's get down to business, who drives the garbage truck?"

The garbage truck is full of rats, and the jihadist attack is the first step in the plan, and it is also the most important part of the follow-up plan, which must not be missed.

"Russell, you..."

"Sorry, I suddenly remembered that my driver's license expires today. As a high-quality driver who abides by traffic laws, I now refuse to drive all vehicles, even bicycles."

Charge on the front line is the most likely proposition to encounter concentrated fire, Russell decisively chose to refuse.

Cross rolled his eyes, he didn't want to talk to Russell, and he didn't want his son to take risks, so he assigned the task to Firefox, who nodded in agreement, as if it was just an ordinary task.

For a person with the will to die, whether the task is dangerous or not is meaningless!

Firefox is not a fool. Facing the various evidences presented by the cross, she has realized that Sloan is the real traitor, and she also knows that her name is very likely to appear on the loom.

Her faith has collapsed, and the reason why she hasn't committed suicide is to save her useful body to avenge Sloan and those innocent dead.

It is not Wesley's style to let the goddess take risks. He volunteered and asked to perform the mission with Firefox. No matter how the cross persuaded him, he insisted on his own opinion.

The bastard eats the weight, is he determined?

No, he just fulfilled his obligation to lick the dog!

【Fighting Street Diary】

Sometimes thinking hard and conceiving for hours is not as good as someone else's scribbled by Ji Ba.