Unlimited Rewards In Marvel Chapter 16

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 Brotherhood killers.

At this point, in the entire factory building on the first floor, the only people still standing were him and the cross.

If they are 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, although the cross suffered some injuries, it was not fatal.

Apart from looking a little embarrassed, he still retains most of his 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 concealed, 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, there 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.

The operation of being injured without dying is not difficult for him.

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 controlled the symbiote on his head, revealing half of his face.

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

"Crazy traveler, a debt must be repaid! Sloan's life should not be enough for you to break the principle!"

The cross looked at Russell with only half of his face showing calmly.

"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, 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."

At the same time as he spoke, the black tentacles wrapped around Wesley began to merge with Wesley and possessed him to a certain extent.

Russell has just tested it with Sloan.

Although he has no way to split up an independent symbiote to attach to other people, as long as the connection is not completely cut off, he can control the symbiont to attach to other people to a certain extent.

It's a bit like a puppet master controlling a puppet.

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 wounds on his body were also completely healed by the symbiote.

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

However, he was firmly bound by the black tentacles and possessed by the symbiote, let alone raising his right hand to shoot, even his fingers could not move 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 recognize 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 was regarded as a sacred object by the Brotherhood, Russell left the textile factory through a secret passage in Sloan's study.

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 ruins.

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 wreckage of the burnt bookcase, he began to enter 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. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

Click!

Perhaps because the fire didn't 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, his name is Sean, he is unemployed, he makes a living by collecting rent, and he owns this building.

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 on that day, how much is spent on 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's never seen a firm better than yours! A better-looking detective agency!"

Sean said in his usual exaggerated tone.

The Susan he mentioned 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 after marriage.

"Find someone to renovate this place. Is there any spare room 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 was working on it, and the extra money was the rent for the room upstairs."

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

Chapter end

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