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Under normal circumstances, Russell is a gentleman who cherishes fragrance and jade.

But this is only under normal circumstances.

If she has already become an enemy, and let her go because the enemy is beautiful, then it is not a matter of pity for Xiangxiyu, but a water in the brain.

While twisting the fox's neck, Russell's left hand spewed out black tentacles, wrapping around the last two Brotherhood killers like a python.

Click!

The sound of two crisp bones breaking sounded.

Without any hesitation, Russell ended the lives of the two frat killers.

So far, he and the cross were the only people standing in the entire first-floor factory building.

If it is still alive, then add the seriously injured Wesley in a coma.

After throwing away the fox's body, Russell looked back at the cross.

During the siege, the cross suffered some wounds, but it was not fatal.

In addition to looking a little embarrassed, he still retains most of the fighting power.

However, he is very clear that even if he is in his prime, he is absolutely impossible to be Russell's opponent.

Russell, who is still in a human state, can already resist bullets physically.

After the body's poison is liquefied, let alone bullet resistance, even if it is resistant to artillery shells, there is no problem.

The cross pretended to be sighing, and glanced at the factory building full of corpses.

Although his movements were very subtle, Russell still noticed that when he glanced at Wesley, his eyes stayed for a few tenths of a second.

Although the current Wesley appears to be dead, it is obviously still some time away from the real death.

As long as he gets treatment before he loses too much blood, it won't be long before Wesley is alive and kicking again.

The cross can become the ace killer of the Brotherhood, relying on that superb spear throwing technique.

It is not difficult for him to be injured without dying.

After scanning the messy factory building, the cross threw away the pistol as if resigned, spread out his hands, and said very calmly: "Mr. Russell, my life is yours!"

Russell did not kill the cross immediately, but manipulated the symbiote on his head, revealing half of his face.

"Are you so sure I've killed Sloan?"

"Crazy traveler, you must pay your debts! Sloan's life should not be enough for you to break the principle!"

The cross looked calmly at Russell, who only showed half of his face.

"Yeah! Crazy traveler, you must pay your debts!" ​​Russell said with a smile.

Just when the cross was about to close his eyes to meet his own death, Russell's voice sounded again.

"Since you know this sentence, then you should be very clear that I never leave myself a potential enemy."

The expression of the cross changed, and the calm expression disappeared.

Before he could say anything, Russell stretched out his right hand, and the black tentacle rope flew out and wrapped around Wesley's body.

Wesley, who was injured and comatose, was brought over like a puppet.

"In order to save his son's life, he did not hesitate to seriously injure his only son. You are also a good father."

While speaking, the black tentacles wrapped around Wesley began to merge with Wesley and possessed to a certain extent.

Russell has just tested it with Sloan.

Although he has no way to split an independent symbiote and attach it to others, as long as the connection is not completely cut off, he can control the symbiote to attach to others to a certain extent.

It's a bit like a puppet master manipulating puppets.

As long as he controls the symbiote to possess others, he can control these possessed people just like manipulating puppets.

When the symbiote on the tentacles attached to Wesley, Wesley, who was shot through the chest by the bullet, quickly woke up.

The injuries on his body were also completely healed by the symbiote.

The moment he opened his eyes, Wesley's first reaction was to shoot.

However, he was firmly bound by the black tentacles and possessed by the symbiote, let alone raising his right hand to shoot, he couldn't even move his fingers freely.

"I'm not a good person, but I'm not a devil either."

"Before you die, I don't mind giving you a chance to meet father and son."

…………

boom!

The Destiny Textile Machine, which was placed in the core area of ​​the textile factory, ushered in its destruction and was blown to pieces by Russell's bomb.

After disposing of the Destiny Textile Machine, which the Brotherhood regarded as a relic, Russell left the textile mill through a dark passage in Sloan's study.

The Cross and Wesley are dead, all the members of the Brotherhood are dead, and the Destiny loom is bombed.

The Brotherhood of Killers that existed for thousands of years was officially destroyed.

Hell's Kitchen.

The Octopus Detective Agency that has been burnt to rubble.

Looking at the office that accompanied him through his first days as a detective, Russell sighed slightly.

After leaving the textile factory, he took a taxi back to Hell's Kitchen.

At the textile factory, there will naturally be police to deal with.

When he came out of the dark passage, he saw a lot of police cars rushing to the textile factory with sirens blaring.

After finding the blackened safe from the remains of the burnt bookcase, he began typing the code.

Fortunately, he chose a safe with a mechanical combination lock instead of an electronic combination lock.

Otherwise, now he may have to consider violently dismantling the safe.

click!

Perhaps because the fire did not last long, the cash and gold coins in the safe were safe.

As soon as he took out the cash and gold coins, the landlord came to the office anxiously.

The landlord is a white man in his fifties, called Sean, unemployed, living by collecting rent, and this building is his.

Unlike other landlords, he is a very interesting guy.

Other landlords set aside a fixed number of days each month to collect rent.

Sean is different. From the 1st to the 31st, he will charge one or two rents every day.

How much rent is received that day, how much is spent that day.

Repeat it the next day.

In his words, it gives him a sense of being at work and every day is a payday.

"Oh my god, this is so bad! I told Susan yesterday that your office setup looks as good as my grandmother's cream cake! I bet she hasn't seen a firm better than yours! A better-looking detective agency!"

Sean said in his usual exaggerated tone.

The Susan he referred to was his wife.

A Russian woman who looked like a Victoria's Secret model when she was young, but was as strong as a wrestler when she got married.

"Find someone to renovate this place. Are there any spare rooms upstairs?"

Russell took out three stacks of cash and put it in Sean's hand.

Sean looked at the cash in his hand, looked at Russell again, and nodded.

"Before the decoration was finished, I worked on it, and the extra ones were the rent of the room upstairs."

Russell patted Sean on the shoulder and left the ruined office with the remaining cash and gold coins.