Brother, Are You Here for the Team Battle Too?

People admire the caged tiger and chat and laugh, because the cage is sturdy enough that the tiger can't escape. But once the tiger breaks free of its cage, people can no longer maintain their elegance and composure, especially after the tiger tears off its disguise and reveals itself to be a Tyrannosaurus Rex; fear then spreads even faster.

Russell is equipped with the Purple Man Character Card. This guy, who is purple from head to toe, even his penis is purple, comes from the Marvel Universe and is a supervillain.

The Purple Man possesses the superpower to command and control others. His body can emit hormones similar to volatile chemicals, and when a target's skin absorbs these hormones, the Purple Man can control them.

Similar to hypnosis, but more powerful, because the Purple Man can control hundreds or thousands of people at once.

Using this card was a waste, but Russell did it anyway. He had to let out what was pent up inside him, otherwise, if his mind wasn't clear, what was the point of having this power?

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre!

Previously, when watching movies, Russell didn't feel much; he just thought the wealthy people outside the glass were too Coldblood. But when he was inside, sitting on the cold execution chair, he suddenly felt the mournful cries of the dead...

That sense of despair and helplessness is truly heartbreaking!

Murder is merely a matter of a head falling to the ground; to build one's own pleasure on the lives of others is too cruel to describe; it should be called a crime against humanity. Those outside the glass are no different from devils, and devils should stay in devils' territory, for example...

Hell!

Russell stood in front of the bulletproof glass, raised his hand and tapped it lightly twice. Looking at the panicked players, a bright smile bloomed on his purple face.

A deep incantation sounded, and the players, unaware of what had happened, realized the game had spiraled out of control. For their own safety, they began an orderly evacuation.

The man in the white coat had been subdued by Russell and stood beside him obsequiously, holding a Great Cleaver, like a loyal bodyguard.

Outside the glass, the middle-aged man who looked like the leader cursed under his breath as a freak. He was referring to Russell, who could transform and was entirely purple; he was definitely not a normal person.

At his command, two armed guards rushed into the room, but as soon as they entered, they seemed to have lost their souls and started shooting at each other.

After reciting the incantation, Russell pointed at the corpse of a guard. "Jason, heed my call and begin your slaughter."

On the ground, a guard who had just breathed his last trembled and pushed himself up from the ground. He walked to Russell's side, picked up the Great Cleaver held by the man in the white coat, and with a backhand sweep, cut the man in the white coat in two at the waist.

Facing the bulletproof glass, Jason didn't hesitate for a moment, punching it repeatedly, creating dense cracks, before sidestepping and crashing into it, sending the entire piece of bulletproof glass flying.

Finally, with the bulletproof glass gone, the Purple Man's abilities began to take effect. Under Russell's hypnosis, the leader summoned all his subordinates via walkie-talkie. They drove the players into the arena at gunpoint, and each of them inhaled the neurohormones in the air.

Russell intended for these Coldblood elites to imagine what they feared most, but unfortunately, what they feared most was losing power.

Russell had no power or influence and could not empathize with their fears, so he simply let them have their own thoughts, allowing them to watch helplessly as they held the butcher's knife and slaughtered those around them while they were still conscious.

A killing spree was held in a luxurious private room. Soon the air was filled with the smell of blood, and the floor was covered with blood and piles of severed limbs. The final victor was stabbed by Jason.

This is a prize awarded by the organizer, Russell; you must take it!

Russell pushed open the door and left, leaving behind Slaughterhouse -like room. He led Jason around the building and soon found his props in the guard room.

Camera, Desert Eagle, Terminator's Sunglasses, credit card!

In addition, Russell also found his identification documents, Driver's License, social security card, and a plane ticket to Paris. What he liked most about the system was that he had a legal identity every time he traveled through time, which saved him a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Jason pulled out a Hockey Mask from somewhere and put it on his face. The Purple Man's Character Card had expired, and Russell hadn't extended it. He pulled up the surveillance footage and deleted the images of himself.

When I came across the scene where the Purple Man appeared, I thought about it and kept it. Then I had Jason take Great Cleaver and sweep through the building, and also go to the prison where the experimental subjects were being held and release all the unlucky guys inside.

After recording the two videos, he left with Jason. He took several sets of keys from the guardhouse and ultimately chose the familiar Ford F-150. Firstly, the interior was spacious enough to fit the burly Jason; secondly, the car was crash-resistant and felt safer to drive than a sedan.

It was already 7 p. m. Ford was driving on the highway, and Russell used the car's map to find the airport where he needed to board. Seeing that the flight was seven hours long, he bought himself a large portion of junk food at a motel he stopped at midway. Jason, however, had nothing to eat; he was possessing Deadman body and didn't need to eat.

After driving into the city and passing through a congested tunnel to reach the airport, Russell handed the Desert Eagle to Jason for safekeeping, then walked into the airport wearing sunglasses and carrying a camera. No one would suspect anything with his attire.

The flight was scheduled to depart at 9:25 PM. Russell arrived an hour and a half early, completed the formalities, and found a seat in the corner of the lounge area in front of the boarding gate for a short rest. He boarded the plane to his destination. Jason, on the other hand, had no identification or ticket, a machete tucked into his waistband, and two Desert Eagle in his pocket. Under normal circumstances, he would not be able to board the plane, so he could only sit on the landing gear.

Russell wasn't worried about Jason not being able to get on the landing gear. This guy had a really awesome skill called 'stealth,' a skill Russell named himself. Its main abilities were tracking and invisibility (drastically reducing his presence).

Once Jason locks onto a target, he can get to that target without them noticing, and he will never be able to get rid of them until they die.

This was a skill every assassin dreamed of. Russell finally understood why Jason was always one step ahead. The unlucky guys he killed weren't stupid; they simply couldn't detect him.

About half an hour later, a tour group of high school students, led by several teachers, arrived at the boarding gate. At seventeen or eighteen years old, it was impossible for them to sit still. As soon as they entered, they started making a ruckus, some pushing and shoving, others hugging and kissing, like a herd of wild horses.

Another half hour passed, and a group of five men and women arrived in a hurry. There were three men and two women, and their faces were solemn. They showed no joy of traveling and looked more like they were going to their execution.

Russell glanced at the five people, because they all had black hair and yellow skin, making them stand out in a sea of black and white.

One of the five men, a fat man, winked at Russell. Russell didn't respond; he was wearing sunglasses and leaning back in his seat, looking like he was asleep to anyone who didn't know better.

The fat man thought so too. He walked over and sat down next to Russell, bumped Russell's shoulder, and made a gesture. "Brother, are you here for the Team Battle?"

Russell looked completely bewildered. What was he going to participate in?

"Sorry, I mistook you for someone else. You can go back to sleep." The fat man chuckled twice, apologized, and returned to his team.

Finally, it was time to board. The plane took off on time without delay. The three men and two women quickly walked into the gate, while Russell strolled along behind the group of high school students.

After finding his seat, Russell turned around and saw that it was still the same fat guy. The latter looked at him suspiciously and asked again, "Brother, are you really not here for the Team Battle?"

Russell closed his eyes and pretended not to hear, realizing that he might have come into contact with a character from the story, but without any hints, he had no idea how to respond.

The fat man stared at Russell for a while before starting to look around restlessly. His huge buttocks only touched a small part of the seat, as if he were sitting on a hot iron plate, ready to run away at any moment.

Just then, a commotion broke out in the student group. A handsome high school boy shouted, "The plane will explode! I'm not kidding! It will crash after takeoff!"

The situation spiraled out of control, and the flight attendants were unable to calm the agitated high school boy. For the safety of the other passengers, they had no choice but to remove him from the plane.

In a flash, the group of three men and two women stood up from their seats. They were the first to board the plane and the first to leave.

Russell glanced at the high school student being helped up by the flight attendants, muttered a curse under his breath, and followed them off the plane as if his ass was smoking.

Final Destination!

If you still can't guess which movie this is, then Russell's recent education was a complete waste...