After being rejected by Russell again, Perkins did not continue to seduce him and returned to his usual image of an iceberg beauty.

After chatting with Perkins for a while, and learning about the major events in the killer world in the past week, Russell paid the bill for Perkins and left the bar.

For the past week, he has been busy activating the "Venom Symbiote" and has not paid attention to the situation in the killer world.

Apart from the fact that the Punisher seemed to be targeting the killer, he also heard a very interesting thing.

Another killer organization in New York, the self-proclaimed fraternity, has a killer defection.

And the one who defected from the Brotherhood was the cross of the ace killer in the Brotherhood.

Although they are both killers, the killer of the Brotherhood and the killer of the Continental Hotel are completely different things.

First of all, the killers of the Brotherhood did not kill for money, but for the so-called justice.

Or, they think they are doing God's work.

Through a magical destiny loom, God displayed the target's name through a password.

What they have to do is to kill each other after the target's name appears.

As for why the target died, they didn't care.

All this is God's will!

Then, the Brotherhood, a group of killers who don't kill for money, have a fancy gun throwing technique.

A normal bullet, go straight!

By looking at the muzzle, you can predict where the bullet will land.

And the bullets shot by the Brotherhood Killer with the sling shot can be bent or straight, front and back.

These bullets can even draw circles in the air if needed.

Although this is very unscientific, the world's great scientists, such as Master Dun, Uncle Tan, and Brother Di, should have been used to these things long ago, and they didn't even have the mood to open the coffin board to take a look.

Isn't it just a bullet that can bend, it's no big deal.

Some people can even go on a swing with a lightning bolt!

Like the one from Russell's family.

Before he crossed into this world, Russell had heard of the Brotherhood.

The active control of spear throwing and adrenaline made his memory deep.

Although he has some interest in these two abilities, after becoming a peer, he has not come into contact with the killer of the Brotherhood.

They are a bunch of brainwashed guys.

In the absence of clear benefits, the disadvantages of contacting them far outweigh the advantages.

Sloan, the current leader of the Brotherhood, is not a good person.

The defection of the cross shows that he has also discovered this.

More importantly, in Russell's view, a group of people who regard the wrong silk thread woven by the loom as the mysterious language of fate are not very smart.

It is normal for a textile machine made a thousand years ago to make some mistakes when weaving silk threads.

Even a computer in modern society will have some strange bugs after running for a long time.

Not to mention just a thousand-year-old antique textile machine.

As for deciphering the target's name from the thread, it's nothing special.

The "monkey and the typewriter" theorem!

As long as there are enough monkeys, enough typewriters, and enough time, there will inevitably be a monkey who will type Shakespeare's Hamlet completely.

This theorem may seem counterintuitive, but in mathematics it is a provable theorem.

Although there is no way to reproduce the "monkey and the typewriter" phenomenon in real life, it is entirely possible to just let the textile machine weave the wrong silk thread and form a name in a binary manner.

What's more ingenious is that this idea of ​​the Brotherhood is still a closed logical loop that cannot be falsified.

If the Brotherhood kills the target, of course the dead person can no longer have an impact on the world or other people.

But in the same way, even if the target will become a good person to save the world in the future, he will not have this chance, because he has already died.

The moment the Brotherhood killed the target, the target was completely labeled as a villain.

In turn, the Brotherhood did not kill the target.

Then any serious consequences caused by the future of the target may be attributed to the hint of fate.

Even if this serious consequence was an accident, in the eyes of the Brotherhood, it was because they did not kill according to fate's instructions.

These people of the Brotherhood, in Russell's view, are like the millions of Americans who think the earth is flat.

The same innocence!

The Brotherhood's killers believed that a textile machine could weave the language of fate, but they couldn't be blamed too much.

After all, this is a beautiful country that promotes happy education.

Those millions of Americans who believe that the earth is flat are more or less "talents" cultivated by happy education.

Russell does not doubt that there is an extraordinary power to predict the future in this world, but this extraordinary power will never appear on an antique textile machine.

But then again, although the members of the Brotherhood are not very smart, he is still quite interested in the two abilities of spear throwing and adrenaline autonomous control.

If there is a chance, it would be good to acquire these two abilities.

Russell imagined in his mind the image of himself actively controlling the adrenaline and exploring the mysteries of the universe with Diana.

It would be even more perfect if Diana wore the armor again.

Just when he was thinking about it, the driver stopped the car.

"Sir, the destination is ahead, I can only take you here!"

"why?"

Russell was still immersed in his beautiful imagination and did not notice the situation ahead.

"Where you were going, you were stopped by the police and a fire truck."

The driver of Indian origin spoke in Hindi English with an extremely pronounced accent. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Forehead…

Russell put the unhealthy image in his mind behind him and looked forward.

The driver was right, the building he was going to has now been stopped by the police.

Firefighters were evacuating the crowd in the building, and high-pressure water cannons sprayed frantically at a street-facing window on the fifth floor.

Looking at the window that was still bursting with flames from time to time, Russell's face became a little ugly.

The room that was on fire was his office.

Fake!

"Ten minutes, go back to the hotel just now, these are yours!"

Russell did not get out of the car, but took out two hundred-yuan bills from his wallet and shook them in front of the driver.

"No problem, sir, sit tight!"

Under the reward, there must be a brave man!

The Indian-born driver is a good example of this.

In New York, where the traffic environment is not very good, the driver took Russell back to the Continental Hotel in less than seven minutes.

After handing over the money to the driver, Russell walked into the Continental Hotel with a gloomy face.

Although he still doesn't know which **** burned down his office, one thing he knows very well is that he is very angry now, especially angry.

An anonymous phone call from nowhere disrupts his plan to activate the "Venom Symbiote", causing him to play a confession game with Diana.

He had just come to the Continental Hotel to look for hackers to investigate anonymous phone calls, and before he could contact the hackers, his office was set on fire.

While this may just be a coincidence, Russell doesn't see it that way.

He originally thought that the anonymous call would be arranged by S.H.I.E.L.D., but now it seems that Hydra is more likely.