End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

With a painful face on the cross, Russell soaked in the slightly turbid pool, and said stiffly: "That's all for tonight, we will continue tomorrow, you should have a good rest first!"

The cross left without turning his head, and every time he recalled Russell's neat posture of being shot, he felt a headache. I thought that with a little training, Russell would be able to quickly become a teacher, but now it seems that he is too idealistic.

If you rate Russell's performance just now, the choice of cross is D, double D, no more!

The good news is that he didn't aim for the head when he shot, otherwise it would be difficult to find a good assistant!

Russell also had a sore face. It was a lie that he was still alive and well after being shot on TV. He was just shot in the thigh, and he basically lost his ability to fight. Those who were shot in the arms and continued to fight back with guns, or those who had been shot more than a dozen times before falling down, really don't know what their physiological structure is.

Russell expected that the cross would shoot suddenly, but he didn't expect to shoot twice. It can be seen that with his current strength, it is very difficult to deal with top killers without equipping cards.

Soaking in the pool, Russell felt that the wound on his thigh was a little itchy, and there were several injuries suffered during the day, like ants crawling on the wound, which was very uncomfortable.

This is a normal reaction to the wound recovery, because the speed is too fast to cause discomfort, the cloudy liquid in the pool is not simple, [League of Assassins] In this world, apart from the bullet time and the loom, the most mysterious thing is the medicine he is soaking in. bath.

The medicine in the water can stimulate white blood cells through skin contact, and speed up the recovery process. Bruises, cuts, and fractures can be recovered in a few hours, which is much better than Russell's unreliable system.

In the Brotherhood headquarters, Textile Factory No. 17, there is a place called the recovery room, which also has this kind of potion pool that allows people to quickly repair injuries.

The leader of the fraternity, Morgan Freeman, is no, the leader, Sloan, is the biggest gauze in the textile factory. He has a treasure mountain and doesn't know it. There are many ways to make money, why must he choose to kill people, he can take the formula to apply for a patent, and then open a factory to mass-produce diluted versions of the holy medicine for healing.

With this miraculous medicine in hand, dominating the medical world is simply a piece of cake, and being so rich is not a dream at all!

"If Sloan goes to a certain point, he will definitely hit the street..." Russell closed his eyes, and his figure was immersed in the water.

...

The next day, Russell's biological clock automatically woke him up. He broke free from the completely solidified potion on the surface and got up from the pool. After changing his clothes, he didn't see the figure of the cross.

Russell practiced shooting in the shooting range of the factory building. Because of the improvement of intelligence attributes and the memory of firearms left by the subway police, he shot humanoid targets with perfect accuracy. After five consecutive magazines were fired, he gave up non-challenging practice.

Without him, it swells!

Russell waited for a while, seeing that the cross hadn't come yet, he decided to go out for food because he was hungry. The effect of the medicinal bath was very effective. His injuries had all healed, and it was not obvious that he had been shot last night. On the contrary, he was very hungry now.

It’s still grandpa KFC. It’s not because of poverty that he has no choice, but because junk food is high in calories and can replenish the energy consumed.

After filling his stomach, Russell returned to the workshop, but there was still no ghost of the cross. He speculated that the other party might be spying on the cuckold's son's girlfriend's daily life, so that he couldn't type with both hands, or he was chasing a certain target.

Russell picked up the pistol and went through one hour of boring practice again, and then he gave up. The rigid low-level training could not bring him improvement except to kill time.

Cross didn't have many pistols on the rack, and this was not his lair. Russell could tell that Cross had no intention of being honest. But it doesn't matter, Russell has read the original book and knows his biggest weakness, his son - Wesley!

If Destiny's Child really existed,

Then in the world of the League of Assassins, Wesley is the child of destiny.

Some people live a lifetime, some people become legends, and some people are downright sluts. Looking into the reason, do you think it is because you are not capable?

No, your ability is enough, but your genes are not!

All roads lead to Rome, but some people were born in Rome, and they are the princes of Rome!

The world of the League of Assassins is a world of blood. Without blood of adrenaline, one cannot become a top killer. It only took Wesley two weeks to surpass the 20-year effort of many geniuses. Who is to say?

But Russell didn't panic at all, he hung up!

Speaking of Wesley, Russell felt that it was necessary to get in touch with him. This kid is a super god in the later stage. Apart from the cross, he belongs to him the most. Now that he is still a slut, it is necessary to invest in it.

Although doing so may offend the cross, he cannot be blamed for this matter, it was just a coincidence, how could he know that Wesley is the son of the cross.

Russell decided to make waves first before he had any use value!

Russell put on his baseball cap and left the factory gate, followed the light rail route, and searched according to the clues in his memory.

Wesley's rental house is near the light rail, but Russell found that the neighborhood is full of old-fashioned rental houses with three or five floors; there is an ATM machine next to Wesley's house, but Russell has discovered more than 30 ATM machines; Wesley He often buys anti-anxiety attack medicine at the supermarket near his home, but along the light rail track, Russell found five supermarkets, each of which sold the medicine.

Russell: "..."

"Well, let's just treat it as being familiar with the terrain. At least when I'm being hunted down, I won't get into a dead end."

Looking at the moon rising after sunset, Russell gave up his plan to find Wesley, there were too few clues, and it was very likely that Wesley appeared in front of him, and he couldn't recognize him either.

Because no one stipulates that in his world, Wesley looks exactly the same as in the movie.

As for asking passers-by to ask Wesley's address, Russell didn't use this method, what he needed was a chance encounter.

Holding the family bucket in his arms, Russell was wandering under the street lights, when the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

"Shit, where have you been?"

Russell moved the phone a little away. The roar of the cross was so loud that his earwax was about to come out.

"I've been waiting for you in the factory for a long time, and I came out to find some food. My current location is..." Russell looked around. There was a supermarket called 'THE EGG STORE', with an ATM machine embedded in the wall next to it.

"Okay, as long as you are still alive, no matter where you are now, go back to the factory and stay there. The killer of the fraternity is nearby, so be careful yourself." After finishing speaking, Cross hung up the phone.

Russell listened to the blind tone on the phone, and then looked at the supermarket not far ahead, his heart began to beat faster, and his perception told him that this place would be very dangerous.

"You're right, I'm going back!"

Some things and some people can be avoided if you don't want to. Just when Russell turned around and took a few steps, there was a sudden gunshot in the supermarket.

After an explosion, the hanging silk youth in a dark blue coat ran out in a panic.

Russell leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on the hanging silk youth. Although his face was slightly different from what he remembered, his intuition told him that the young man in front of him was Wesley.

Scoff!

The screeching sound of tire rubbing rang in Russell's ears. Cross drove a pet van out of the alley and slammed on the brakes to stop beside Russell.

"Fcuk, what are you doing here?" Cross was dumbfounded, which was too coincidental.

Russell shrugged and said nothing, took a bite of the chicken leg in the family bucket, the meaning was already obvious.

Of course I'm here to eat, otherwise what else can I do!

On the other side, Wesley ran into the parking lot in a panic and was taken away by a cool red supercar.

Dodge - Viper SRT-10!

The tradition of American sports cars is to carry out the large displacement to the end. This SRT-10 is an out-and-out representative of American displacement. The 600-horsepower 8.4-liter engine has larger displacement, greater power, and greater torque. , like a ferocious viper.

Russell nodded again and again: "This car is great, what do you think?"

Cross rolled his eyes, and dragged Russell into the car: "Come and drive, don't lose track... Uh, how's your driving skills?"

"The driving skills are average, step on the accelerator to the end, and the rest is up to fate!"

"What!?"

"Fasten your seat belt, pay attention to obey the traffic laws, we are going on the road..." Russell fastened his seat belt, his eyes became extremely sharp in an instant, and he stepped on the accelerator to the end.

[The host is equipped with 'Character Card: BABY', the countdown is 400 seconds, and the timer starts! 】

Cross swallowed, and subconsciously fastened his seat belt. He felt a palpitating strength from Russell, which was the aura that only those who had reached the peak in a certain field possessed.

This is an old driver!

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Writers are divided into two categories, Dashen and Pujie. Some are dedicated to Dashen, while others are dedicated to Pujie.