End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

Chapter 7



Hearing the words, the black young man smiled even more intensely, with his mouth wide open, showing his back molars: "Great, we are going to the bar, but we don't know the time, if you can tell us, we will take you there together , by the way I'll buy you a drink."

"Coincidentally, I was just about to have a drink."

Russell opened the car door with a smile, and silently used the 'item card: M9' in his heart, so when the car opened, the black youth was pushed back step by step with a pistol on his forehead.

Seeing that something was wrong, the rest of the gangsters turned around and wanted to run away, but before they could take two steps, they heard Russell's stern shout.

"I'll shoot whoever runs the fastest!"

The punks had no choice but to stop, you looked at me, I looked at you, and finally put their hands on the wall with great experience and stood in a row. In the Great American Emperor, this is a basic skill required for survival, and it should not be a surprise.

"Dude, we don't have any malicious intentions. We really just want to ask about the time. Can you move the gun away?" The black youth wanted to cry without tears. Their purpose was very simple. They wanted to borrow a car and sell it after using it. Some pocket money.

"Sorry, you don't have any malicious intentions, but I do!" Russell still had a smile on his face: "Take out everything in your pocket, each person only has one chance, if I find out that there is something hidden, maybe I will get angry , the pistol went off.”

The hooligans cried unluckily, dejectedly as if resigned to their fate, and took out change, dagger, driver's license and other things from their pockets one by one. After Russell drove them away, he picked and picked on the ground. The maximum denomination of a pile of small change was $20, and the coins tossed totaled $80.

"Not even a credit card..."

Russell sighed, then picked up a pocket knife, and found an Asian driver's license by accident. It looked like a small face, and he should be a college student who was often bullied by these gangsters.

Russell felt at ease and took the driver's license book for his own use. In Lao Mei's view, the facial features of yellow people are extremely poorly recognized, and they are basically a face. Put Dong X Damu and Shuang Jielun who sang Zhou Juegun together to ensure that they will not recognize each other.

...

bar!

It was already eight o'clock in the evening, and Russell paid $10 for dinner at Grandpa KFC's. To be honest, he couldn't finish the set meal.

After finishing the dinner, Russell walked across two streets to this bar. Under the speechless gaze of the clerk, he left a $10 tip and ordered a glass of ice water.

The music in the bar was very soft, and many people gathered here after get off work. Russell found a corner and waited for the arrival of the cross.

He wasn't worried that the cross couldn't find him, the top killer, it must be easy to locate a rookie like him.

Time passed by, Russell drank two glasses of ice water, but his face remained calm. He showed a calm and calm demeanor, showing that he was not in a hurry. He knew that the cross must be peeking at him in the dark, so he needed to create a masterful demeanor to facilitate the next meeting.

These are small skills in negotiation, simple and practical, and it is easy to take the initiative.

"Dingling~~~Dingling~~~"

The phone rang, and Russell looked at the number on it, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, showing a calm smile, and placed it next to his ear after connecting.

The voice of the cross was still low, hoarse and magnetic, and he said coldly, "Damn it, I haven't found you after searching for two hours. Where did you hide?"

Russell: "..."

...

Twenty minutes later, the dusty cross arrived at the bar at the address given by Russell. The two elders each held a glass of ice water, both of them speechless.

cross:"……"

Russell: "..."

The appearance of the cross is the same as his voice, with a disheveled beard and a slightly decadent appearance. He is wearing a gray denim jacket, and there is nothing special about it. But it is such a melancholy middle-aged uncle,

But he is the world's top killer, no one can escape his assassination.

The cross is very embarrassing. I vowed to find Russell before, but only found an empty pickup truck. If Russell hadn't reported the address of the bar, he would still be wandering around the street now.

Soon, Cross put this embarrassment behind him. He is a top killer, with a cheeky... ahem, strong mental quality, and put on the smiling face of an old friend when he met, and took the initiative to chat with Russell.

"This should be our first official meeting. Let me introduce myself. I am Cross, you can call me that."

"Russell!"

Cross frowned: "Russell, the name sounds like he plays basketball, the super center of the Celtics."

"You mean Lord of the Rings? I thought you meant the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!"

The cross was puzzled and said, "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles... who is that?"

Russell was dumbfounded. The world he was in was a movie world called [Assassins/Wanted], and the current timeline was from the beginning of the second millennium. The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles in this world are still a kid, and they haven't won a triple-double MVP. I guess no one knows who it is.

Russell once again thanked him for his proficiency in English, otherwise he would never be able to answer the cross fluently with his English proficiency at the level of "Blowing to death, Squeezing to death, Ix's fart to death, and death for nothing".

The two chatted awkwardly for a while, and the cross brought the topic to the point: "I saw your battle on the top floor, it was very exciting, ordinary people can't do it like you...you are very talented!"

Russell took over the conversation: "What talent?"

"The talent to become a top killer!"

Russell: "..."

"Are you wondering why bullets turn around and why human beings are so strong enough to cross buildings?" Seeing that Russell didn't speak, Cross continued.

Because of the screenwriter and director!

Russell gave the answer in his heart, but there was a puzzled look on his face: "Why?"

The cross smiled slightly, and the fish took the bait.

"It's a skill, a skill to develop the inner potential of human beings, and with rigorous training, you can do it too."

Russell pretended to think, and frowned: "It sounds easy, but I've never seen this kind of person before, um, I've never heard of it!"

"It's right if you haven't heard of it. Even a genius needs 10 years to make the bullet bend, and 20 years to master that skill as you like."

Russell spread his hands: "20 years... This is really an exaggerated number. It would be impossible for me to change it. I can't last that long."

Cross laughed twice, showing a meaningful smile: "No, it takes 20 years for a genius, but you are different, you are a born killer!"

Russell: "..."

Which eye of yours sees that I'm a born killer? No matter how dare you talk nonsense, believe it or not, I will elbow you!

Cross took a sip of ice water and explained: "When you were on the top floor, when you were in the most danger, did you feel that you had entered some kind of wonderful situation? The heartbeat accelerated crazily, and the flow of air was clearly visible. The opponent is in slow motion in your eyes ... you don't have to deny it, I can see it clearly, you did it at the last minute."

Russell: "..."

You probably misunderstood something.

The cross put down the ice water and said in a low voice: "Your heartbeat exceeds 400 beats per minute, which floods your blood with a lot of adrenaline. You can observe and react faster than ordinary people. This is an innate talent." , there are only a few people in the world who have this kind of talent, and they are all the top killers, explain it this way, do you understand?"

Russell nodded, he roughly understood the meaning of the cross, the blood flowing in the top killer's veins is not blood, but adrenaline!

"If I'm not wrong..." Speaking of this, Cross paused, glanced at Russell and continued: "Your father or mother, one of them must be a top killer, and your talent comes from this."

Russell was stunned and speechless. His parents are indeed killers, but I'm sorry, their daily life is playing mahjong and collecting rent, which has nothing to do with the top.

"It looks like I guessed right!"

No, that's all in your head!

—————————

【Fighting Street Diary】

Great, after finishing this book, you can play the next one.


Tip: You can use left, right, A and D keyboard keys to browse between chapters.