Leave a meaningful sentence, Russell opened the door to hell and threw the parchment contract in.
Nabelius' body was uncontrolled and stood up and walked into hell. His violently shaking pupils were filled with fear, his mouth was open but he could not produce a syllable.
This was originally Satan's work. Russell borrowed a contract to experience it. There was no other meaning. He was simply curious about what Satan's work was.
It feels like the devil is lending money, borrowing money is a means, and establishing a debt relationship is the goal!
At the end of a plot, Russell spreads out the three pairs of black wings behind him, flapping his wings and flying into the sky, rolling thunder flashes, leaving behind a devilish smile with a flash of white light.
The scene just now was seen by many people, and some people even took photos and uploaded them to the Internet.
If Russell had not heard of it, he would not care about heaven or hell, he would reveal the truth of the world to the public, so that everyone would know that mysterious things always existed.
The people will definitely accept it...
It should be for sure!
If you can't accept it, you have to accept it. Every now and then, aliens invade the earth. Russell said that he did this to help the people develop a big heart.
No one knows what will happen next, the demons dance or the gods will come, and the heart with strong tolerance will be a necessity for life.
……
At home, Russell flipped through the window and found that Erino, who was supposed to be dormant and maintained, was sitting on the sofa in a daze, his eyes were dull and seemed to be dead.
Russell has experience in this situation. When he was a child, the TV signal at home was not good, so he slapped it and the image became clear immediately.
Bang!
Sure enough, he punched, and Erino instantly woke up from the confusion, covered his smoking head and lying on the ground humming.
What's going on? Aren't you determined not to stay up late?
I don’t stay up late because I can change my pajamas when I sleep, otherwise I can sleep with a robot!
Erinno was sad and angry, picked up the pillow on the sofa, buried his whole face and continued to hum.
Twenty seconds later, blue smoke curled.
Erino sat honestly on the sofa, took the band-patch handed over by Russell with a kind heart, and was unwilling to put it on his head.
What's wrong? Are you waiting for me if you don't sleep at night?
no way!
Erinno gave the correct answer in his heart, and his face continued to be expressionless: That's right, sir.Max on the first floor came to you and it was midnight and said he had made an appointment with you.
Well……
Russell was stunned and thought the time cycle continued, so he went to have fun with Max.
Now, the character of a gentleman has collapsed and it is difficult to whitewash.
Maybe telepathy can be whitewashed, but Russell doesn't want to do this and it's too rude to rashly modify other people's memories.
He raised his eyebrows: What did Max say? I must be very sad when I let the pigeon go!
No sadness, but Max was very depressed.
Erinno decided to tell the truth: In order not to let your date go to waste, I will become yours, invite Max into the house, prepare to delay time and wait for you to come back, and then...
Then you put her to bed?
Russell widened his eyes, thinking that the relationship and character were not in line with the actual situation, and changed his words: Then Max took you to bed, isn't it, did he sleep with "me"?
That's not.
Erinor pointed to the home console that the T-1000 became: I invited Max to play games, and in less than an hour, she left with depression on her face.
Well……
Russell blinked: To be honest, your behavior that is inferior to beasts is very hurting.
……
Max's incident was just an episode. Russell arrived at the police station on time the next day, refused to accept Tylie's harassing call, changed into a police car and headed straight to the high-end Manhattan apartment, taking away the mind transmitter David Rice.
After several time cycles, David Rice must have been waiting in a hurry. Although he himself didn't know that he had repeated the same day, Russell knew that this guy had remorse and was eager to surrender, and was trapped in the time cycle and could not succeed.
As expected, the situation was basically the same as Russell expected.
When he knocked on David Rice's door, the latter immediately threw down the toothbrush in his mouth, confessed his crime in tears, and insisted on getting into Russell's police car.
Russell couldn't resist and took David Rice, who was desperate to surrender and refused to change his pajamas, and returned to the Brooklyn branch office.
In the director's office, Russell repeated his first look. The director understood the whole story and lamented that Russell was lucky. He called out a phone call and waited for someone to come and receive David Rice.
When the two cases ended, the system gave a prompt sound. Russell then realized that the last time the case was closed in the time loop, he did not hear the prompt sound.
The case ended, and the next time was Russell's most annoying report. He rolled his eyes and waved to his colleague, Officer Pierre, not far away. Pierre stepped forward and patted his chest to promise that he would help Russell get the report done.
……
In the police station office, standing in the aisle, you can hear a group of police officers discussing the mysterious incident that happened last night on Long Island.
Aliens are no longer delicious!
The videos and photos are circulating on the Internet, and the devil's incident in the Holiday Inn can't be hidden at all. Although there is no demon's corpse at the scene, the devastated battle traces cannot be faked.
The US imperial government was in a state of great difficulty and organized a special investigation team to fully be responsible for the matter.
It is unknown how to take charge of the law. I guess the leader of the special investigation team is also very confused. So what can I do if it is confirmed that it is the devil's work? You can't go to hell with a pistol and ID to catch people, right?
Russell, what's wrong with this world? A few days ago, aliens descended on Earth, and the devil in the mythology appeared in the early morning. Is the end of the world about to happen? So these people don't plan to cover it up?
Pierre typing on the keyboard to write a report while moving his mouth and bragging to spank Russell.
How can I tell it? It’s because of aliens and devils?
Not all of this. Two days ago, I looked at the gossip section. In San Francisco, a group of mutant orangutans escaped from the laboratory and were blocked on the Golden Gate Bridge. As a result, the police in California did not catch them even when they dispatched helicopters.
Russell's face turned strange when he heard this. Pierre shook his head repeatedly and sighed: Orangutans are smarter than humans these days. It is said on the Internet that the earth's civilization has entered a period of alternation between old and new. Orangutans are about to replace humans and become the next overlord of the earth.
You should not take the matter on the keyboard seriously, it is better to take it less.
Russell didn't know what to say, but he was thinking about going to California. In this chaotic world, the possibility of a successful uprising of the orangutan was very low, but contacting people might bring a lottery.
I know that those orangutans will not be able to jump for long and will be cleaned up soon. Then a group of white-bearded experts came forward to explain that the orangutan mutation was just accidental, not intentional by scientific experiments.
Pierre shrugged: It's very interesting. I think humans will sooner or later torture themselves to death.
Shut up and get the report out quickly or you will have to work overtime.
……
Pierre looked at Russell's report on the screen and felt something was wrong. After a moment, he said angrily: Damn, I'll write the report for you. Don't you plan to treat me to a meal or take me to a party, and will you introduce some girls to me by the way?
OK, it will be certain another day.
Russell said casually, thought of something, and said curiously: What case have you been busy with recently?
I just took over a gangster from South Korea, and I didn’t have enough clues to define it this way.
Pierre typing on the keyboard and said: Based on my experience, this group of Koreans must have problems, but after several verifications, they were doing serious business, as innocent as boiled water.
Pierre, there is no business in the world that is better than water!Russell smiled and shook his head.
That's right, this group of people must have problems, and the recent New York is also the same. The gangs are fighting openly and secretly, and I don't know what they are wrong.
Who knows...
Russell curled his lips slightly. He really knew about this. He killed half of the senior management of the leg raised organization some time ago. The underground world fought for power and profit, and fell into a new round of reshuffle.
In New York, because of his own, it is relatively restrained. In other American cities, gangs fight with guns every night are common.
Speaking of which, it is really not a pity to raise the organization's business ability. It has an indescribable relationship with governments across the country. The underground world is like the martial arts world in martial arts novels, and the government almost only asks about the grievances and grievances.
The report has Pierre finished, Russell turns on the computer on the desk next to him, ignores reports about aliens and devils, and looks for news about mutant orangutans.
If New York is a little quieter in the next few days, he will go to California to see orangutans.
There is also Pluto, and the opportunity is right to meet Miss Satan. God sold her in a panic. This matter was done inauthentic and Russell could not bear it, so he decided to tell the truth.
If Satan revolts and wants to fight to heaven, he will definitely support him spiritually.
Oops, I suddenly remembered something.
Pierre, who was writing the report, was startled and turned to Russell: Last night, someone called the police in Chinatown, and his colleague on night shift rushed to the scene and found nothing. The director asked me to go there again.
What a big deal, which is more important than my report?
That's really not. It is said that the dragon dance was dancing during festival celebrations, and then the fake dragon turned into a real dragon, which many witnesses saw.
Speaking of this, Pierre sighed again: This is why I feel sad. There have been strange reports recently.
Fake dragon turns into real dragons...What do colleagues on night shift say?Russell's eyelids twitched, and it felt that things were not that simple.
The investigation result was that firecrackers were set off during festival celebrations to ignite the dragon dance, and then the person who reported the case drank too much, and regarded the fire dragon as a real dragon.
What is this broken investigation result? A group of witnesses have drunk too much?
So the director asked me to verify...
I'll go!
Russell picked up the coat on the chair and patted Pierre on the shoulder: You write a report for me, I will help you verify the case, and it was such a pleasant decision.
It's so kind of you.
No appointment!
Nabelius' body was uncontrolled and stood up and walked into hell. His violently shaking pupils were filled with fear, his mouth was open but he could not produce a syllable.
This was originally Satan's work. Russell borrowed a contract to experience it. There was no other meaning. He was simply curious about what Satan's work was.
It feels like the devil is lending money, borrowing money is a means, and establishing a debt relationship is the goal!
At the end of a plot, Russell spreads out the three pairs of black wings behind him, flapping his wings and flying into the sky, rolling thunder flashes, leaving behind a devilish smile with a flash of white light.
The scene just now was seen by many people, and some people even took photos and uploaded them to the Internet.
If Russell had not heard of it, he would not care about heaven or hell, he would reveal the truth of the world to the public, so that everyone would know that mysterious things always existed.
The people will definitely accept it...
It should be for sure!
If you can't accept it, you have to accept it. Every now and then, aliens invade the earth. Russell said that he did this to help the people develop a big heart.
No one knows what will happen next, the demons dance or the gods will come, and the heart with strong tolerance will be a necessity for life.
……
At home, Russell flipped through the window and found that Erino, who was supposed to be dormant and maintained, was sitting on the sofa in a daze, his eyes were dull and seemed to be dead.
Russell has experience in this situation. When he was a child, the TV signal at home was not good, so he slapped it and the image became clear immediately.
Bang!
Sure enough, he punched, and Erino instantly woke up from the confusion, covered his smoking head and lying on the ground humming.
What's going on? Aren't you determined not to stay up late?
I don’t stay up late because I can change my pajamas when I sleep, otherwise I can sleep with a robot!
Erinno was sad and angry, picked up the pillow on the sofa, buried his whole face and continued to hum.
Twenty seconds later, blue smoke curled.
Erino sat honestly on the sofa, took the band-patch handed over by Russell with a kind heart, and was unwilling to put it on his head.
What's wrong? Are you waiting for me if you don't sleep at night?
no way!
Erinno gave the correct answer in his heart, and his face continued to be expressionless: That's right, sir.Max on the first floor came to you and it was midnight and said he had made an appointment with you.
Well……
Russell was stunned and thought the time cycle continued, so he went to have fun with Max.
Now, the character of a gentleman has collapsed and it is difficult to whitewash.
Maybe telepathy can be whitewashed, but Russell doesn't want to do this and it's too rude to rashly modify other people's memories.
He raised his eyebrows: What did Max say? I must be very sad when I let the pigeon go!
No sadness, but Max was very depressed.
Erinno decided to tell the truth: In order not to let your date go to waste, I will become yours, invite Max into the house, prepare to delay time and wait for you to come back, and then...
Then you put her to bed?
Russell widened his eyes, thinking that the relationship and character were not in line with the actual situation, and changed his words: Then Max took you to bed, isn't it, did he sleep with "me"?
That's not.
Erinor pointed to the home console that the T-1000 became: I invited Max to play games, and in less than an hour, she left with depression on her face.
Well……
Russell blinked: To be honest, your behavior that is inferior to beasts is very hurting.
……
Max's incident was just an episode. Russell arrived at the police station on time the next day, refused to accept Tylie's harassing call, changed into a police car and headed straight to the high-end Manhattan apartment, taking away the mind transmitter David Rice.
After several time cycles, David Rice must have been waiting in a hurry. Although he himself didn't know that he had repeated the same day, Russell knew that this guy had remorse and was eager to surrender, and was trapped in the time cycle and could not succeed.
As expected, the situation was basically the same as Russell expected.
When he knocked on David Rice's door, the latter immediately threw down the toothbrush in his mouth, confessed his crime in tears, and insisted on getting into Russell's police car.
Russell couldn't resist and took David Rice, who was desperate to surrender and refused to change his pajamas, and returned to the Brooklyn branch office.
In the director's office, Russell repeated his first look. The director understood the whole story and lamented that Russell was lucky. He called out a phone call and waited for someone to come and receive David Rice.
When the two cases ended, the system gave a prompt sound. Russell then realized that the last time the case was closed in the time loop, he did not hear the prompt sound.
The case ended, and the next time was Russell's most annoying report. He rolled his eyes and waved to his colleague, Officer Pierre, not far away. Pierre stepped forward and patted his chest to promise that he would help Russell get the report done.
……
In the police station office, standing in the aisle, you can hear a group of police officers discussing the mysterious incident that happened last night on Long Island.
Aliens are no longer delicious!
The videos and photos are circulating on the Internet, and the devil's incident in the Holiday Inn can't be hidden at all. Although there is no demon's corpse at the scene, the devastated battle traces cannot be faked.
The US imperial government was in a state of great difficulty and organized a special investigation team to fully be responsible for the matter.
It is unknown how to take charge of the law. I guess the leader of the special investigation team is also very confused. So what can I do if it is confirmed that it is the devil's work? You can't go to hell with a pistol and ID to catch people, right?
Russell, what's wrong with this world? A few days ago, aliens descended on Earth, and the devil in the mythology appeared in the early morning. Is the end of the world about to happen? So these people don't plan to cover it up?
Pierre typing on the keyboard to write a report while moving his mouth and bragging to spank Russell.
How can I tell it? It’s because of aliens and devils?
Not all of this. Two days ago, I looked at the gossip section. In San Francisco, a group of mutant orangutans escaped from the laboratory and were blocked on the Golden Gate Bridge. As a result, the police in California did not catch them even when they dispatched helicopters.
Russell's face turned strange when he heard this. Pierre shook his head repeatedly and sighed: Orangutans are smarter than humans these days. It is said on the Internet that the earth's civilization has entered a period of alternation between old and new. Orangutans are about to replace humans and become the next overlord of the earth.
You should not take the matter on the keyboard seriously, it is better to take it less.
Russell didn't know what to say, but he was thinking about going to California. In this chaotic world, the possibility of a successful uprising of the orangutan was very low, but contacting people might bring a lottery.
I know that those orangutans will not be able to jump for long and will be cleaned up soon. Then a group of white-bearded experts came forward to explain that the orangutan mutation was just accidental, not intentional by scientific experiments.
Pierre shrugged: It's very interesting. I think humans will sooner or later torture themselves to death.
Shut up and get the report out quickly or you will have to work overtime.
……
Pierre looked at Russell's report on the screen and felt something was wrong. After a moment, he said angrily: Damn, I'll write the report for you. Don't you plan to treat me to a meal or take me to a party, and will you introduce some girls to me by the way?
OK, it will be certain another day.
Russell said casually, thought of something, and said curiously: What case have you been busy with recently?
I just took over a gangster from South Korea, and I didn’t have enough clues to define it this way.
Pierre typing on the keyboard and said: Based on my experience, this group of Koreans must have problems, but after several verifications, they were doing serious business, as innocent as boiled water.
Pierre, there is no business in the world that is better than water!Russell smiled and shook his head.
That's right, this group of people must have problems, and the recent New York is also the same. The gangs are fighting openly and secretly, and I don't know what they are wrong.
Who knows...
Russell curled his lips slightly. He really knew about this. He killed half of the senior management of the leg raised organization some time ago. The underground world fought for power and profit, and fell into a new round of reshuffle.
In New York, because of his own, it is relatively restrained. In other American cities, gangs fight with guns every night are common.
Speaking of which, it is really not a pity to raise the organization's business ability. It has an indescribable relationship with governments across the country. The underground world is like the martial arts world in martial arts novels, and the government almost only asks about the grievances and grievances.
The report has Pierre finished, Russell turns on the computer on the desk next to him, ignores reports about aliens and devils, and looks for news about mutant orangutans.
If New York is a little quieter in the next few days, he will go to California to see orangutans.
There is also Pluto, and the opportunity is right to meet Miss Satan. God sold her in a panic. This matter was done inauthentic and Russell could not bear it, so he decided to tell the truth.
If Satan revolts and wants to fight to heaven, he will definitely support him spiritually.
Oops, I suddenly remembered something.
Pierre, who was writing the report, was startled and turned to Russell: Last night, someone called the police in Chinatown, and his colleague on night shift rushed to the scene and found nothing. The director asked me to go there again.
What a big deal, which is more important than my report?
That's really not. It is said that the dragon dance was dancing during festival celebrations, and then the fake dragon turned into a real dragon, which many witnesses saw.
Speaking of this, Pierre sighed again: This is why I feel sad. There have been strange reports recently.
Fake dragon turns into real dragons...What do colleagues on night shift say?Russell's eyelids twitched, and it felt that things were not that simple.
The investigation result was that firecrackers were set off during festival celebrations to ignite the dragon dance, and then the person who reported the case drank too much, and regarded the fire dragon as a real dragon.
What is this broken investigation result? A group of witnesses have drunk too much?
So the director asked me to verify...
I'll go!
Russell picked up the coat on the chair and patted Pierre on the shoulder: You write a report for me, I will help you verify the case, and it was such a pleasant decision.
It's so kind of you.
No appointment!
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