This is Russell, who do you?
Officer Russell, I'm Max Ah, I remember you saved my number and the notes.
Upon hearing this, Russell looked at the caller ID on his phone, and the note name was "Unfortunate". He calmly ignored the details and continued: Is there anything wrong? I am at work and it is not convenient to answer the phone.
Are you convenient to tell me where you are now?
Manhattan!
That's it...
On the phone, Max added fuel to the fire, and Barabala said a lot of nonsense, and Russell's face kept changing.
A tall middle-aged killer with a little girl in her teens, and the killer may be a perverted abductor... Max, are you serious?
Well, he may not be a killer, or he may not be abductor, he is just suspicious, doubtful.
Max smiled awkwardly and paused and continued: But this possibility is not ruled out. You know, this is New York, with a large population base, and the probability of abnormality is very high.
I understand, I will go back when I solve the problem at hand. As for you and Caroline, don’t be curious to live a life and visit the family and stay honestly on the first floor.
After hanging up the phone, Russell was speechless and was sleepy and sent a pillow. It was just the right time to come.
He was just thinking about where to find a combination of uncle and loli, but the other party was sent to the doorstep and was hit by the unlucky sister.
Is he too lucky, or is this unlucky couple too unlucky?
The matter of killer Leon is not urgent for the time being, and it is useless to hurry. With the poor traffic in New York, it will take some time to rush back to Brooklyn from Manhattan.
Fortunately, his mission today was basically completed and he was on his way back to Brooklyn and could not encounter rush hour.
Stanfield's lover is a slut. Russell didn't say a word, but he repented with his handsome face. Ah Heyan was covered in tears. While telling her crime, she was panting and taking the initiative to record and help taking pictures of the evidence.
Finally, she opened the safe, took out the key evidence, and moved the stacks of books to the Camaro sports car.
Iron evidence!
Next, only a witness is needed, plus a confession from Stanfield, this guy is dead.
In fact, the evidence is enough. Even if Stanfield refuses to admit it, it will not change the ending of his jail.
But Russell really wanted to meet this sheriff. After all, it was Sirius + Sheriff Gordon, and he might give him the skill of "Avadassauerk".
The vehicles ahead suddenly became congested, and Russell looked at the long dragon with a speechless look. It was not the rush hour of morning and evening shifts, so why was there a traffic jam?
He fell down the car window, and there were continuous shootings and explosions in his ears. He looked at the calm passers-by around him and sighed that New Yorkers were skillfully distressing.
He took out the bulletproof vest in the portable space, put the magazine and M9 on his waist, put the Terminator sunglasses, and walked out of the car with a 556mm caliber M4A1 rifle.
At this time, a passerby took a cell phone to take a photo of Russell's back and the white font NYPD behind the bulletproof vest!
……
boom!!!
On the main road, red fireballs rose up, and on the road thirty meters apart, two groups of people were fighting fiercely.
On one side are the crowded New York police, and on the other side are the Mexican gangsters armed to the teeth. They hold heavy weapons, wear bulletproof vests, and use several cars as defense lines, which makes the police unable to raise their heads and are defeated several shocks.
Gunshots were constant, gunfire was everywhere, and the chaotic streets were like battlefields, adding a fire to the cool New York.
This is a live broadcast of the news station. Two Mounted Police were seriously injured in the fire. The police failed to approach after several shocks. We can see that the two Mounted Police lost serious bloodshed. If they do not take rescue, they are very likely to die.
This is the live broadcast brought to you by ABC. The scene has been completely out of control. Just like Dante’s description of hell, the smoke of gunfire, and the arrogant laughter of madmen, turning the streets of New York into slaughterhouses...
The large number of policemen cannot bring victory. They have the most excellent weapons, but in fact they are a group of candids. More than a dozen drug dealers have suppressed them so hard that they can't raise their heads...
……
Fighting with the police are also the fearless New York reporters who risk their lives to broadcast live, and some cameras are even higher than police officers.
From this we can see that the competition between the US radio and television network is very fierce.
Sheriff, what's going on?
Russell Cat asked the middle-aged strong man wearing a golden police badge next to him.
The sheriff didn't look back and raised his gun to pull the trigger, leaning against the car to replace the magazine: Damn Mexicans, they were blocked by drug-killing police and went crazy in the street...
After saying this, the sheriff looked at Russell speechlessly: Who are you, new?
No, I am from Brooklyn, and I happened to be passing by and encountered a traffic jam, so I...
OK, no matter where you are, now I have the final say.I will listen to my order later and don’t show off my power and go up to die. Do you understand?
The sheriff widened his eyes and warned Russell that he was annoyed and stupid young man, who was wearing sunglasses on the battlefield, and who would he show off?
This is a battlefield, not a handsome bar and nightclub, no girl will scream!
OK, but those two Mounted Police are in urgent need of rescue.
Russell shrugged. Although the sheriff's tone was bad, he had to be a good person, so he didn't care about anything.
I know, I'm already making arrangements!
The sheriff angrily rushed Russell, pulled out the intercom and roared: Where are the heavy weapons and armored vehicles? Not to mention that they were pulled to war, they will not appear again within thirty seconds. The audience across the United States can see our incompetence and the two policemen who died of excessive bleeding, just under our noses!!!
The sheriff was very angry, but it was useless. The Mexican gang shot down the helicopter with a bazooka, and the weapons of both sides were obviously not at the same level.
Seeing a madman raising a machine gun, Russell was speechless. He was sure that this was a movie, otherwise...
Well, maybe New York is the case.
Sheriff, they can't hold on anymore, I'll cover you and let your people carry the stretcher over.Russell said, and got up and walked forward.
Come back, you damn bastard, you're not Superman.
The sheriff reached out and grabbed it, but found nothing, cursing the new one in his heart was troublesome. After three seconds, he was stunned and began to doubt his life.
Russell held the M4A1 in his hand, turned on the dot-fire mode, and after he got up, the first bullet was given to the gang members who had the heavy machine gun.
A headshot was shot, and it was quick and easy.
A dozen Mexican gangs were on fire, and then five people stood up and pointed at Russell and pulled the trigger.
Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!
In an instant, five bullets shot continuously, almost in the blink of an eye. All five people were shot in the forehead and died neatly, and it took less than a second.
The streets filled with smoke suddenly calmed down. Russell moved forward with a gun and soon passed by two seriously injured Mounted Police.
He lowered his head slightly and continued to move forward expressionlessly. At this time, a hand stretched out from the Mexican gang's car defense line, and the grenade held between his five fingers was about to be thrown out.
Bang!
With a gunshot, his arm broke and the grenade fell to the ground. Amid a burst of screams, seven or eight people jumped out.
Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang
A gunshot represents a life, and several madmen are in the air, and the flower of life is like scarlet blood, blooming instantly and then withering.
Rumble!!
The dull grenade exploded, shattering the car's glass and blew the hot wind and waves.
The fireball shone on Russell's sunglasses. He walked forward three steps, turned the gun head suddenly, and shot the gangsters who were about to put black guns in the street store.
Then, the gun was in mid-air as a gang member hijacked the waitress in the store, pointed the gun at her forehead, and shrank behind her.
Get out of here, stay away from me, and drop your gun!
Seeing Russell killing people with his own eyes like killing a chicken, and casually killing all his companions, the gang member was too excited because of fear, and his hand holding the gun trembled constantly.
The waitress was even worse, she was crying, her legs were weak and she couldn't walk, and her spirit was broken.
Don't be excited, you are already surrounded, there is no need to resist stubbornly.
Russell dropped his gun: Why not do this? I'll find you a negotiating expert and he will give you a car.In equivalent exchange, let this lady go first, how about it?
Shut up, I'll let you drop the gun!
The gang members' hands holding guns trembled wildly, Russell curled his lips slightly, raised his hand to throw the M4A1 to the ground.
The next second, the gangster was like he lost his mind and pushed away the waitress who was already unconscious and pointed the black hole at Russell.
Bang!
With a gunshot, Russell put away his M9, and the gang members collapsed and knelt on the ground, with a hole in front of their foreheads, and behind them... nothing was left.
…… xN
The main road was silent, and the reporters on the street forgot to comment. The camera was straightforward to take a picture of Russell picking up the M4A1 and blowing off the dust.
Not only them, but even the police officers at the scene were stunned. The stretcher for the rescue of the wounded was put on the spot, and the two seriously injured households were no longer humming. They looked at Russell as if they were looking at God.
They said they could not understand whether they were shot without any mistakes, and they were still in a chaotic battlefield.
This is not a movie!
On the high building, the figure hidden in the dark stared at all this silently, scanning Russell's face and locating it to the next hunting target.
Russell felt something, looked up and swept to the surroundings, shrugging and not caring much.
The sheriff stepped forward and punched Russell on his shoulder, his face twisted with excitement: Boy, you TMD is so handsome. I like your sunglasses. What's your name?
Russell, number is...
I don't want to know the number, I just want to know if you are interested in coming to work in Manhattan. If you dare to reject me, I will kill you.
Forget it, my reputation is not very friendly.
Russell curled his lips slightly, and saw a rushing reporter, showing a painful expression. He quickly reported the sheriff's branch and his number to him, asking him to go to the director if he had something to do.
After saying that, Russell bypassed the blockade line, while journalists were ordered to ban the firefighting area.
The camera came up with a long close-up of Russell's back. His gun-carrying posture showed the loneliness of a master and spread to thousands of households...
This is the rhythm of being popular!
Officer Russell, I'm Max Ah, I remember you saved my number and the notes.
Upon hearing this, Russell looked at the caller ID on his phone, and the note name was "Unfortunate". He calmly ignored the details and continued: Is there anything wrong? I am at work and it is not convenient to answer the phone.
Are you convenient to tell me where you are now?
Manhattan!
That's it...
On the phone, Max added fuel to the fire, and Barabala said a lot of nonsense, and Russell's face kept changing.
A tall middle-aged killer with a little girl in her teens, and the killer may be a perverted abductor... Max, are you serious?
Well, he may not be a killer, or he may not be abductor, he is just suspicious, doubtful.
Max smiled awkwardly and paused and continued: But this possibility is not ruled out. You know, this is New York, with a large population base, and the probability of abnormality is very high.
I understand, I will go back when I solve the problem at hand. As for you and Caroline, don’t be curious to live a life and visit the family and stay honestly on the first floor.
After hanging up the phone, Russell was speechless and was sleepy and sent a pillow. It was just the right time to come.
He was just thinking about where to find a combination of uncle and loli, but the other party was sent to the doorstep and was hit by the unlucky sister.
Is he too lucky, or is this unlucky couple too unlucky?
The matter of killer Leon is not urgent for the time being, and it is useless to hurry. With the poor traffic in New York, it will take some time to rush back to Brooklyn from Manhattan.
Fortunately, his mission today was basically completed and he was on his way back to Brooklyn and could not encounter rush hour.
Stanfield's lover is a slut. Russell didn't say a word, but he repented with his handsome face. Ah Heyan was covered in tears. While telling her crime, she was panting and taking the initiative to record and help taking pictures of the evidence.
Finally, she opened the safe, took out the key evidence, and moved the stacks of books to the Camaro sports car.
Iron evidence!
Next, only a witness is needed, plus a confession from Stanfield, this guy is dead.
In fact, the evidence is enough. Even if Stanfield refuses to admit it, it will not change the ending of his jail.
But Russell really wanted to meet this sheriff. After all, it was Sirius + Sheriff Gordon, and he might give him the skill of "Avadassauerk".
The vehicles ahead suddenly became congested, and Russell looked at the long dragon with a speechless look. It was not the rush hour of morning and evening shifts, so why was there a traffic jam?
He fell down the car window, and there were continuous shootings and explosions in his ears. He looked at the calm passers-by around him and sighed that New Yorkers were skillfully distressing.
He took out the bulletproof vest in the portable space, put the magazine and M9 on his waist, put the Terminator sunglasses, and walked out of the car with a 556mm caliber M4A1 rifle.
At this time, a passerby took a cell phone to take a photo of Russell's back and the white font NYPD behind the bulletproof vest!
……
boom!!!
On the main road, red fireballs rose up, and on the road thirty meters apart, two groups of people were fighting fiercely.
On one side are the crowded New York police, and on the other side are the Mexican gangsters armed to the teeth. They hold heavy weapons, wear bulletproof vests, and use several cars as defense lines, which makes the police unable to raise their heads and are defeated several shocks.
Gunshots were constant, gunfire was everywhere, and the chaotic streets were like battlefields, adding a fire to the cool New York.
This is a live broadcast of the news station. Two Mounted Police were seriously injured in the fire. The police failed to approach after several shocks. We can see that the two Mounted Police lost serious bloodshed. If they do not take rescue, they are very likely to die.
This is the live broadcast brought to you by ABC. The scene has been completely out of control. Just like Dante’s description of hell, the smoke of gunfire, and the arrogant laughter of madmen, turning the streets of New York into slaughterhouses...
The large number of policemen cannot bring victory. They have the most excellent weapons, but in fact they are a group of candids. More than a dozen drug dealers have suppressed them so hard that they can't raise their heads...
……
Fighting with the police are also the fearless New York reporters who risk their lives to broadcast live, and some cameras are even higher than police officers.
From this we can see that the competition between the US radio and television network is very fierce.
Sheriff, what's going on?
Russell Cat asked the middle-aged strong man wearing a golden police badge next to him.
The sheriff didn't look back and raised his gun to pull the trigger, leaning against the car to replace the magazine: Damn Mexicans, they were blocked by drug-killing police and went crazy in the street...
After saying this, the sheriff looked at Russell speechlessly: Who are you, new?
No, I am from Brooklyn, and I happened to be passing by and encountered a traffic jam, so I...
OK, no matter where you are, now I have the final say.I will listen to my order later and don’t show off my power and go up to die. Do you understand?
The sheriff widened his eyes and warned Russell that he was annoyed and stupid young man, who was wearing sunglasses on the battlefield, and who would he show off?
This is a battlefield, not a handsome bar and nightclub, no girl will scream!
OK, but those two Mounted Police are in urgent need of rescue.
Russell shrugged. Although the sheriff's tone was bad, he had to be a good person, so he didn't care about anything.
I know, I'm already making arrangements!
The sheriff angrily rushed Russell, pulled out the intercom and roared: Where are the heavy weapons and armored vehicles? Not to mention that they were pulled to war, they will not appear again within thirty seconds. The audience across the United States can see our incompetence and the two policemen who died of excessive bleeding, just under our noses!!!
The sheriff was very angry, but it was useless. The Mexican gang shot down the helicopter with a bazooka, and the weapons of both sides were obviously not at the same level.
Seeing a madman raising a machine gun, Russell was speechless. He was sure that this was a movie, otherwise...
Well, maybe New York is the case.
Sheriff, they can't hold on anymore, I'll cover you and let your people carry the stretcher over.Russell said, and got up and walked forward.
Come back, you damn bastard, you're not Superman.
The sheriff reached out and grabbed it, but found nothing, cursing the new one in his heart was troublesome. After three seconds, he was stunned and began to doubt his life.
Russell held the M4A1 in his hand, turned on the dot-fire mode, and after he got up, the first bullet was given to the gang members who had the heavy machine gun.
A headshot was shot, and it was quick and easy.
A dozen Mexican gangs were on fire, and then five people stood up and pointed at Russell and pulled the trigger.
Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!
In an instant, five bullets shot continuously, almost in the blink of an eye. All five people were shot in the forehead and died neatly, and it took less than a second.
The streets filled with smoke suddenly calmed down. Russell moved forward with a gun and soon passed by two seriously injured Mounted Police.
He lowered his head slightly and continued to move forward expressionlessly. At this time, a hand stretched out from the Mexican gang's car defense line, and the grenade held between his five fingers was about to be thrown out.
Bang!
With a gunshot, his arm broke and the grenade fell to the ground. Amid a burst of screams, seven or eight people jumped out.
Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang
A gunshot represents a life, and several madmen are in the air, and the flower of life is like scarlet blood, blooming instantly and then withering.
Rumble!!
The dull grenade exploded, shattering the car's glass and blew the hot wind and waves.
The fireball shone on Russell's sunglasses. He walked forward three steps, turned the gun head suddenly, and shot the gangsters who were about to put black guns in the street store.
Then, the gun was in mid-air as a gang member hijacked the waitress in the store, pointed the gun at her forehead, and shrank behind her.
Get out of here, stay away from me, and drop your gun!
Seeing Russell killing people with his own eyes like killing a chicken, and casually killing all his companions, the gang member was too excited because of fear, and his hand holding the gun trembled constantly.
The waitress was even worse, she was crying, her legs were weak and she couldn't walk, and her spirit was broken.
Don't be excited, you are already surrounded, there is no need to resist stubbornly.
Russell dropped his gun: Why not do this? I'll find you a negotiating expert and he will give you a car.In equivalent exchange, let this lady go first, how about it?
Shut up, I'll let you drop the gun!
The gang members' hands holding guns trembled wildly, Russell curled his lips slightly, raised his hand to throw the M4A1 to the ground.
The next second, the gangster was like he lost his mind and pushed away the waitress who was already unconscious and pointed the black hole at Russell.
Bang!
With a gunshot, Russell put away his M9, and the gang members collapsed and knelt on the ground, with a hole in front of their foreheads, and behind them... nothing was left.
…… xN
The main road was silent, and the reporters on the street forgot to comment. The camera was straightforward to take a picture of Russell picking up the M4A1 and blowing off the dust.
Not only them, but even the police officers at the scene were stunned. The stretcher for the rescue of the wounded was put on the spot, and the two seriously injured households were no longer humming. They looked at Russell as if they were looking at God.
They said they could not understand whether they were shot without any mistakes, and they were still in a chaotic battlefield.
This is not a movie!
On the high building, the figure hidden in the dark stared at all this silently, scanning Russell's face and locating it to the next hunting target.
Russell felt something, looked up and swept to the surroundings, shrugging and not caring much.
The sheriff stepped forward and punched Russell on his shoulder, his face twisted with excitement: Boy, you TMD is so handsome. I like your sunglasses. What's your name?
Russell, number is...
I don't want to know the number, I just want to know if you are interested in coming to work in Manhattan. If you dare to reject me, I will kill you.
Forget it, my reputation is not very friendly.
Russell curled his lips slightly, and saw a rushing reporter, showing a painful expression. He quickly reported the sheriff's branch and his number to him, asking him to go to the director if he had something to do.
After saying that, Russell bypassed the blockade line, while journalists were ordered to ban the firefighting area.
The camera came up with a long close-up of Russell's back. His gun-carrying posture showed the loneliness of a master and spread to thousands of households...
This is the rhythm of being popular!
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