End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

Russell took the document and walked out of the director's office. For the next period of time, he didn't have to come to the branch to report when he solved the secret mission and when he would return to the team again.

Of course, the task has a deadline, and the director gave Russell half a month, and no matter what the situation is, he will no longer have the right to investigate.

To put it bluntly, this task was assigned to the director by the superior because it was inconvenient to handle it publicly, and the first person that the director thought of was Russell.

The New York City Police Department has 77 branches throughout New York, including traffic police, housing management, and even the police museum.

Subdivided, there are also special functional departments such as tactical action teams, port patrols, police dog training, and anti-narcotics.

Norman Stanfield!

The target of Russell's investigation is a sheriff of the anti-narcotics department. Because he has repeatedly disrupted major cases, he can be regarded as a powerful go-getter in the New York police circle.

But when this document appeared, the big cases that Sergeant Stan Phil solved were questionable. For example, he was using his position to eliminate dissidents in order to snatch more washing powder sales routes.

Whether there is someone behind him is unknown, and that is not something Russell has to consider. The ass decides the head. The director and the person who assigns the task to the director should lose their hair because of this.

What Russell has to do is to collect evidence, preferably with Stanfield's confession, and hand it over to the higher-ups for processing.

In all fairness...

very easy!

Russell's outstanding personal charm has always been the shining point of Russell. His language is extremely contagious and penetrating. As long as he is given a chance to meet Stan Phil, he can use his excellent eloquence to persuade Stan Phil to confess all his crimes. Even take the initiative to hand over physical evidence.

"It's too simple. I really am a natural policeman... Well, it's more accurate to add the word 'good'!"

Russell drove out of the Camaro and headed towards the anti-drug building. Fortunately, he met Stan Phil directly, and the case could be closed on the same day.

The results were not as expected!

"Sheriff Stan Phil is not here, so where is he?"

At the DEA office, Russell questioned a narcotics officer, who knew nothing and said he couldn't help.

"Thank you for your cooperation. This is my call. If Sergeant Stanfield comes back, please contact me in time, or ask him to call me." Russell nodded, turned and left.

After he left, the anti-narcotics policeman withdrew his smile, closed the office door, and secretly called Stan Phil.

"Damn! Stan, you are right, someone is investigating you."

"I know, sooner or later there will be this day..."

On the other side of the phone, Stan Phil was not in a hurry, and said indifferently: "But so what, this industrial chain involves too many people, many people need me, and I also have the handle of many people."

"Then you are dangerous!"

"No, I'm safe."

"Stan, that police officer named Russell doesn't look like a good stubble. He even left me his phone. Are you going to see him?"

"What are you doing seeing him, and pulling him into the gang?"

Stan Phil sneered: "It's obviously a secret investigation, but he ran to the anti-drug building to look for me with great fanfare. This fool must be out of his mind, or it's cannon fodder."

"What are you going to do with him?"

"I don't want to see him, let him disappear for a while, and when I get promoted to squadron leader, no one will remember such a lovely police officer."

Stan Phil smiled sinisterly: "To be honest, I don't remember his name anymore. What is his name? Raphael, Da Vinci, or Michelangelo, it doesn't matter,

It's just a small person, is it important? "

"I see, this is the arrangement for him to disappear."

"Hide away, he doesn't know how to survive in New York, you should!"

"certainly!"

"..."

In the corridor outside the office, Russell nodded. Although he knew that the case was not difficult, it was too simple. He was a little embarrassed that a group of witnesses came to his door so soon.

The witnesses will show up after a phone call, and the physical evidence is temporarily clueless, but the anti-narcotics policeman just now, that is, Stan Phil's younger brother, pointed out a clear target to Russell.

A lover of Stanfield, she manages the accounts for Stanfield, lives in a wealthy area of ​​Manhattan, and has a very ordinary status on the surface.

Regal's underground lover and accountant!

Russell drove to Manhattan, ready to collect all the evidence, and then knocked down Stanfield in one breath, leaving him speechless, with no possibility of turning over.

During the period of collecting evidence, he also wanted to get in touch with the characters in the plot and try to draw a few times.

When he saw the bubbling bad photo of Stan Phil, Russell was sure that this was the plot of "This killer is not too cold".

No way, it's too classic.

Whether it is the killer Leon played by Jean Reno, the little lolita of the Queen of Star Wars, or the "Silver Queen" potted plant with online acting skills, they are all still fresh in my memory.

"Speaking of which, the Queen of Star Wars is the female Thor, and then look at Max, and the dog named Max..."

Russell was speechless for a moment. If this clue is the central link of this world, he himself would reject it.

...

On the other side, Leon, the middle-aged killer uncle, moved into an old-fashioned apartment with the loli Matilda he picked up.

"Leon, why did you choose to live here? We can stay in a hotel. There is no need to rent a house. That black-hearted landlord charged you three months' rent."

Matilda looked around the house and nodded with satisfaction when she saw that there was only one bedroom.

It's messy, but there are some redeeming qualities.

"Because the landlord won't let us fill in messy check-in information, he will take care of everything for a sum of money, and he doesn't care why I have a child."

Leon had a severe persecution paranoia, or it was a good habit he had developed as a killer all the year round. He checked the room cautiously, walked to the edge of the sofa, and frowned slightly.

It stinks of dead bodies!

For a professional killer, he would never forget this smell, even if the landlord treated it with air freshener many times, it still couldn't escape his nose.

"What's the matter, Leon?"

"It's nothing, the air is not good, you go and open the window for ventilation."

Leon was extremely calm. The landlord had explained the reason for the cheap house price before, and the smell on the sofa proved that the other party was not lying.

"OK."

Matilda opened the window and saw the yard on the first floor. There was a blonde with long legs, a black hair with big breasts, and a horse. A lot of wood was piled up in the yard, which seemed to be building a wooden house.

"Hey, you bastards, give this old lady some quick tips. I paid you to build a stable, not to hide in a corner and smoke."

Max stood tall with one hand on her hip, standing by the iron gate of the yard, her chin raised high, with an arrogant look of "the old lady's nose is super beautiful".

"Understood, lady with big breasts, but our cigarette has just been lit."

"Please, we've been working all morning, we must take a break."

"..."

The four workers were full of grievances. The employer, Max, used them as livestock, and was extremely stingy. He refused to provide a cup of hot coffee, which made them want to strangle this kind of party A.

"What, who are you calling a big-breasted lady, are you sure you're talking to your boss?"

Max was furious and threatened to deduct two hundred dollars in labor costs as her mental damage.

In fact, she wasn't very angry, she was all pretending, the main reason was that she had chest pains from being idle, and enjoyed the happiness of being a capitalist by the way.

In Max's poor cognition, the happiness of capitalists is not to enjoy material life, but to exploit and squeeze the lower-class laborers.

"Max, stop messing around, they're going to kill you..."

Caroline came up to break the fight, appease the four carpenters who were on strike because of unreasonable troubles, and promised to provide free hot drinks for the next few days.

After that, she pointed to Matilda who was watching the show on the second floor, and criticized: "Max, the new neighbor is a little girl, don't use your street art to poison the next generation."

"They provoked me first."

Max groaned and saw a little girl as a crowd of onlookers. He stopped talking dirty and waved his hand towards the second floor: "Hi, pretty girl, I'm Max, she's Caroline, next to Li Bao And four idiots, what's your name?"

Matilda didn't speak, and looked down at Max and Caroline with silly eyes, just saying nothing, very cold.

As far as the current situation is concerned, it is difficult for the two women to develop into best friends.

"who are you talking to?"

Leon walked to the bed and saw Max and Caroline who were beckoning silly below, frowning slightly, cast a caring look at the mentally retarded, and then dragged Matilda away from the window.

(? Benefit?) x2

"Damn it, that bastard is looking at me like I'm an idiot and I'm going to teach him a lesson."

Max was furious and was about to rush upstairs to give Leon a combined punch.

"Max, stop making trouble..."

Caroline stopped Max, who started to flutter with some spare money, walked into the room and whispered in his ear: "Be careful, that man has a problem."

"What's the problem, is he a professional killer?"

"No, professional killers don't take a little girl with them and live in a broken apartment like ours."

Caroline nodded heavily at Max, and gave a meaningful look: "But, the perverted middle-aged man who abducts girls will do this."

"Damn it, then I'm going to teach him a lesson!"

Max was so angry that he didn't intend to stand by and vowed to save the innocent girl from the perverted uncle.

"Wait a minute, maybe he has a gun, besides... Maybe they are relatives or father and daughter, I'm thinking too much."

Caroline said awkwardly: "I know you have good intentions, but in fact, we often do bad things with good intentions."

"How is it possible, they don't look alike, that girl is obviously a Jew..."

Max shrugged, and changed his words in the middle of the sentence: "Maybe we think too much, but we don't rule out the possibility that middle-aged men are perverts."

As she spoke, she took out her mobile phone and found Russell's number.

"Max, you want to call the police?"

"Almost, I'm going to call Officer Russell, his identity will be more convenient."

"My God, you're getting smarter."

"Silly girl, I've always been smart!"

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There are rewards from the leaders of "a lonely dog", "Cz", "Cz".

I owe 13 chapters...

A set of pictures appeared in front of my eyes, several big guys surrounded me in a corner, I couldn't do anything except cry.