Chapter 8 The Killers of the Brotherhood

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

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.

In the past week, he had been busy activating the "Venom Symbiote" and did not pay attention to the situation in the killer world.

In addition to the fact that the Punisher seemed to be targeting the killer, he also heard something very interesting.

Another killer organization in New York, the self-proclaimed Brotherhood of Justice, has experienced a defection of killers.

Moreover, the one who defected from the Brotherhood was Cross, the Brotherhood's ace killer.

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

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

In other words, they think they are doing God's work.

God uses a magical loom of destiny to reveal the name of the target in a code.

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

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

This is all God's will!

Then, the Brotherhood, a group of killers who do not kill for money, have fancy gun-slinging skills.

Normal bullets, go straight!

You can predict where the bullet will land by looking at the muzzle of the gun.

The bullets fired by the brotherhood killers using the gun-slinging technique can be bent or straight, forward or backward.

If necessary, these bullets can even draw circles in the air.

Although this is very unscientific, the great scientists in this world, such as Lord Dun, Uncle Tan, and Brother Di, should have been used to these things for a long time, and they are not even in the mood to open the coffin board and take a look.

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

Some people can also swing with lightning bolts tied to them!

For example, the one in the Russell family.

Before he traveled to this world, Russell had heard of the name of the Brotherhood.

The gun-slinging technique and the active control of adrenaline left a deep impression on him.

Although he had some interest in these two abilities, he had no contact with the Brotherhood's killers after becoming a peer.

They are all a bunch of brainwashed guys.

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

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

The defection of Cross shows that he has also discovered this.

More importantly, in Russell's view, a group of people who regard the woven threads woven incorrectly on 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 computers in modern society will have some strange bugs after running for a long time.

Not to mention just an antique textile machine from a thousand years ago.

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

The "monkey and typewriter" theorem!

As long as there are enough monkeys, enough typewriters, and enough time, then there will definitely be a monkey that can type out Shakespeare's "Hamlet" completely.

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

Although there is no way to recreate the "monkey and typewriter" phenomenon in real life, it is entirely possible to just let the loom weave the wrong threads to form a name in binary.

What's even more ingenious is that this idea of the Brotherhood is a logical closed 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 similarly, even if the target becomes a good person who saves the world in the future, he will not have this chance because he has died.

The moment the Brotherhood kills a target, the target is completely labeled as a villain.

In turn, the Brotherhood failed to kill the target.

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

To Russell, these men in the Brotherhood were just like the millions of Americans who believed the earth was flat.

Just as innocent!

The assassins of the Brotherhood believe that a loom can weave the language of destiny, and you can't really blame them too much.

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

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

Russell does not doubt that there is a supernatural power to predict the future in this world, but this kind of supernatural power will never appear on an antique textile loom.

But having said that, although the people in the Brotherhood are not very smart, he is still very interested in the two abilities of gun throwing and independent control of adrenaline.

If you have the chance, it would be a good idea to get these two abilities.

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

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

Just as 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 in front of him.

"Where you were going, you were stopped by police and fire trucks."

The Indian driver spoke in Hinglish with a distinct accent.

Forehead...

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

The driver was right, the building he was going to was now blocked by the police.

Firefighters were evacuating people inside the building, and high-pressure water cannons were spraying wildly at a street-facing window on the fifth floor.

Looking at the window with flames coming out from time to time, Russell's face became a little ugly.

The room that was on fire was his office.

Farke!

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

Without getting out of the car, Russell took out two hundred-dollar bills from his wallet and waved them in front of the driver.

"No problem sir, sit still!"

There must be a brave man under the heavy reward!

This Indian driver proves this point well.

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 the money to the driver, Russell walked into the Continental Hotel with a gloomy expression.

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

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

He had just come to the Continental Hotel to find a hacker to investigate anonymous calls. Before he could contact the hacker, his office was burned down.

While it's possible this was just a coincidence, Russell doesn't see it that way.

He originally thought that the anonymous call would be arranged by SHIELD, but now it seems that Hydra is more likely.