A perfect shot!
Whether it was the angle of attack or the timing of the shot, this bullet was perfect.
Combined with the unreasonable curved attack of the bullet-bending technique, there was nothing to fault about this shot.
Fox, who fired the shot, and Cross, who witnessed it, both came to this conclusion.
Even Russell had to admit that this shot was indeed skillful.
Under the impact of the bullet, his head tilted to the side, and his body fell in the same direction.
However, just when everyone thought he had been killed by a single shot, he steadied himself again.
That shot... it hurt a little!
After steadying himself, Russell didn't hesitate. He pushed off with his legs and rushed from the passage in the wall into the textile factory.
It wasn't until his figure completely disappeared that Cross and Fox, who fired the shot, reacted.
He's not dead!
Russell, shot in the temple, was actually not dead!
Although they knew Russell was a superhuman, they didn't expect him to be able to withstand bullets with his body.
What surprised them even more was that the intelligence about Russell didn't mention this at all.
Other than Russell himself, everyone who knew he could withstand bullets with his body had, without exception, been taken care of by him.
Even Diana, who shared a bed with him, didn't know about this.
Withstanding bullets with his body!
Russell only discovered this ability a year ago.
Speaking of which, he had to complain about his cheat system.
His system not only had little presence normally, but it was also completely inhuman.
"Reward: Blessing of Wonder Woman; Activation Effect: Upon activation, you will gain a physique far exceeding that of normal people and possess weak demigod power."
The system's description of the activation effect was just a short sentence.
Other than that, there was nothing.
If it weren't for an accident during a mission a year ago that left him surrounded and shot at with all sorts of firearms, he wouldn't have discovered that he could actually withstand bullets with his body.
Strength, speed, stamina—these attributes could be noticed in normal life even without getting injured.
Only the defense attribute was a little difficult to confirm.
It wasn't that Russell hadn't confirmed the defensive power of his extraordinary physique, but he had only tested it casually with things like knives at most.
He never had the idea of shooting himself, never!
It wasn't until that accident a year ago that he discovered he could withstand bullets with his body to a certain extent.
Why 'to a certain extent'?
The reason is simple!
Because he hadn't tested the limit of his physical defense.
Again, he never had the idea of shooting himself.
Although he didn't know the limit of his physical defense, he was certain of one thing: common handguns and rifles couldn't inflict fatal damage on him.
It would definitely hurt!
But he hadn't experienced things like bullets piercing his body yet.
In the past, he had no way to test the limit of his physical defense.
But after activating the 'Venom Symbiote' reward, he could completely test where his defense limit was.
Venom can grant the host incredibly strong healing abilities. Severed limbs, a pierced heart, a sliced-open abdomen—all can be instantly healed.
Even if he was beaten into a pulp or scattered, as long as he had enough time, he could gradually recover.
With Venom, even if he performed some cruel tests on himself, he wouldn't have to worry about killing himself.
But even so, he didn't have the idea of testing his limits through 'self-harm'.
Healing is one thing, but the pain is very real!
He wasn't a masochist; he didn't have a twisted psychology where the more pain he felt, the more excited he got.
However, if Diana were in a special environment, wearing special battle armor, and whipping him with a small leather whip, he might still be able to feel excitement from the pain.
After rushing into the textile factory, Russell put away his pistol.
Venom form!
He silently muttered, and black, wriggling special biological tissue, like tentacles and slime, surged out from within him.
In just the blink of an eye, the 1.8-meter-tall Russell transformed into a black humanoid monster over two meters tall.
Sharp fangs and claws, a long red tongue, and massive white eyes.
A strong black humanoid body, claw-like hands, and vein-like white patterns on his body.
This wasn't the first time Russell had undergone a full Venom transformation.
Last night, he had undergone full Venom transformations several times in the second bedroom.
When he entered this form, like a complete Venom entity, he would experience a wonderful feeling of his bodily functions being infinitely amplified.
His already astonishing extraordinary physique, enhanced by Venom, reached an unbelievably terrifying level.
This feeling was incredibly intoxicating!
Full Venom transformation allowed him to utilize all of Venom's abilities.
But the drawbacks were just as obvious.
In this state, high temperatures and ultrasonic waves would become his weaknesses.
There were many more Brotherhood assassins inside the textile factory than outside. As soon as Russell transformed into Venom, bullets rained down on him like a storm.
Russell, now transformed into Venom, didn't dodge or evade, letting the bullets hit his body.
Without any suspense, the bullets that hit his body were deflected one by one, causing him no harm.
Seeing that bullets couldn't harm Russell, who had transformed into a black monster, the Brotherhood assassins who were shooting at him all showed expressions of disbelief.
Russell didn't give them time to be shocked. He pushed off slightly with his legs, leaped high into the air, and pounced on the nearest enemy like a wild beast.
The old Russell didn't particularly like close-quarters combat.
Although he had an extraordinary physique, he still preferred to deal with enemies using firearms.
However, now, he was gradually starting to like the feeling of tearing apart enemies with his bare hands.
With just a casual wave of his hand, he could easily slash through the bodies of these Brotherhood assassins.
With a slight exertion of force, his claw-like hands could easily pierce through their bodies.
Now, he didn't need to use any combat techniques. He just needed to swing his claws like a wild beast to easily take the lives of these Brotherhood assassins.
Bright red blood splattered everywhere, and severed limbs and broken arms were scattered about.
Painful wails rose and fell.
This wasn't a battle; it was a one-sided slaughter, primitive and bloody.
Russell didn't let these Brotherhood assassins suffer for too long. For those he could kill in one blow, he tried his best to do so.
As for those who were luckier, only having their bodies slashed or limbs severed, and were lying on the ground wailing in pain, black tentacles surged out from Russell's body and pierced their heads like spears.
In just a short minute or two, the Brotherhood assassins on the first floor of the factory building lined up to report to the Lord of Hell, Mephisto.
Only after Russell had dealt with all the assassins in the factory building did Cross approach him, looking nothing like a human.
"Sloan's office is on the second floor!"
Cross looked with a touch of reluctance at the corpses scattered throughout the factory building.
Just a week ago, these people were still his colleagues.
Now, however, they had become gruesome corpses.
Cross wasn't a sentimental person, but this scene before him still made him feel a sense of melancholy.
Humans are truly fragile!