End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

"This is Russell, who are you?"

"Officer Russell, this is Max, I remember you saved my number and my name."

When Russell heard this, he glanced at the caller ID on the phone, and the name in the note was 'unlucky'. He calmly ignored the details, and continued: "What's the matter, I'm at work, and it's not convenient to answer the phone."

"Can you tell me where you are now?"

"Manhattan!"

"It's like this..."

On the phone, Max babbled and said a lot of nonsense, which made Russell's face change constantly.

"A tall middle-aged killer with a ten-year-old girl, and the killer may be a perverted kidnapper...Max, are you serious?"

"Well, he may not be a killer, or he may not be an abductor. It's just a suspicion, a suspicion."

Max sneered awkwardly, paused and continued: "But this possibility cannot be ruled out. You know, this is New York, with a large population base, and the probability of abnormalities is very high."

"I understand. I will go back after I finish the matter at hand. As for you and Caroline, don't be curious to visit that family in the past, and stay honestly on the first floor."

After hanging up the phone, Russell was extremely speechless, and the pillow came just in time when he was sleepy.

He was just thinking about where to find the combination of the uncle and Lolita, when the other party was delivered to his door, and was bumped into by the unlucky sisters.

Is he too lucky, or is this unlucky couple too unlucky?

The killer Leon's matter is not in a hurry, and it's useless to rush. With the bad traffic in New York, it will take a while to rush back from Manhattan to Brooklyn.

Fortunately, today's task is basically completed, and he is on his way back to Brooklyn, so there is no rush hour for get off work.

Stan Phil's lover is a nympho, Russell didn't say a word, just relying on his handsome face to make him feel remorseful, telling about the crime in pain, and taking the initiative to record and help take pictures of the evidence.

In the end, she opened the safe, took out key evidence, and loaded stacks of ledgers onto the Camaro sports car.

The evidence is overwhelming!

Next, all you need is a witness to come to the door, plus a statement from Stanfield, and this guy is dead.

In fact, the evidence is enough, even if Stan Phil denies it, it will not change his ending in prison.

But Russell really wanted to meet this sheriff. After all, it was Sirius + Sheriff Gordon, and he might give him the skill of 'Avada Kedavra'.

The traffic in front suddenly congested, Russell looked at the long traffic queue with a speechless face, and agreed that it wasn't the morning and evening rush hours, so why was there a traffic jam?

He lowered the car window, and heard the continuous gunshots and explosions in his ears. Looking at the calm passers-by around him, he felt that New Yorkers are so skilled that it makes people feel distressed.

He took out the bulletproof vest in the carry-on space, put the magazine and M9 on his waist, put on the Terminator sunglasses, and walked out of the car with the 5.56mm M4A1 rifle on his shoulder.

At this time, a passer-by with a mobile phone happened to take a photo of Russell's back and the white lettering behind the bulletproof vest - NYPD!

...

boom! ! !

On the main road, a scorching red fireball rose up, and on the road thirty meters apart, two groups of people were fighting.

On one side are the New York police with a large number of people,

On the other side were Mexican gangsters who were armed to the teeth. They were armed with heavy weapons, wore bulletproof vests, and used several cars as a line of defense.

Gunshots continued, gunpowder smoke could be seen everywhere, and the chaotic streets were like battlefields, adding a raging fire to the approaching coolness of New York.

"Here is the live broadcast of the news station. Two mounted policemen were seriously injured in the firefight. The police failed to approach after several attacks. We can see that the two mounted policemen lost serious blood loss. If no rescue is taken, they are very likely to die in the line of duty. .”

"Here is the live broadcast brought to you by ABC. The scene is completely out of control, just like the hell described by Dante. The smoke, gunshots and arrogant laughter of the lunatics have turned the streets of New York into a slaughterhouse..."

"A large number of policemen cannot bring victory. They have the most sophisticated weapons, but they are actually a bunch of idiots. A dozen drug dealers can't hold their heads up..."

"..."

Fighting on the front line with the police are also brave New York reporters who risked their lives to broadcast live, and some cameras even moved forward than the police.

It can be seen from this that the US imperialist broadcasting and television networks are very competitive.

"Sheriff, what's going on ahead?"

Russell the cat was behind a car and asked the middle-aged man wearing a golden police badge next to him.

Without looking back, the sheriff raised his gun and pulled the trigger, and leaned against the car to change the magazine: "Damn Mexicans, they were blocked by the anti-narcotics police, and they went crazy in the street..."

After saying this, the sheriff looked at Russell speechlessly: "Who are you, newcomer?"

"No, I'm from Brooklyn. I happened to be passing by and encountered a traffic jam, so..."

"OK, no matter where you are, I have the final say now. Listen to my order later, don't go up there to die with prestige, understand?"

The sheriff widened his eyes and warned Russell, he was annoyed by the stupefied young man who was wearing sunglasses on the battlefield, who was he pretending to be?

This is a battlefield, not a bar and nightclub where no girl will scream!

"Okay, but those two mounted policemen are in dire need of help."

Russell shrugged. Although the sheriff's tone was harsh, he was generally a good man, so he didn't care about anything.

"I know, I'm already making arrangements!"

The sheriff snapped at Russell angrily, pulled out the walkie-talkie and shouted: "Where are the heavy weapons and armored vehicles, let alone they were taken to fight, if they don't show up within 30 seconds, audiences all over the United States can see our incompetence, and Two cops bled to death right under our noses!!!"

The sheriff was very angry, but it was useless. The Mexican gang shot down the helicopter with a rocket launcher before, and the weapons of both sides were obviously not at the same level.

Seeing a lunatic set up a crane gun, Russell was speechless. He was sure this was a movie plot, otherwise in reality...

Well, maybe that's true in New York.

"Sheriff, they can't hold on anymore. I'll cover and let your people carry the stretcher over." Russell finished speaking, got up and walked forward.

"Come back, you bloody bastard, you're not Superman."

The sheriff reached out and found nothing, cursing in his heart that the newcomer was trouble. After three seconds, he was dumbfounded and began to doubt his life.

Russell held the M4A1 in his hand, turned on the burst mode, and the first bullet after getting up was delivered to the gang member who had set up the heavy machine gun.

One shot to the head, simply neat.

A dozen or so Mexican gangsters silenced the firepower, and then five people stood up and aimed at Russell and pulled the trigger.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

In an instant, five bullets were fired in succession, almost in the blink of an eye. All five people were shot in the head and died neatly. It took less than a second.

The streets filled with gunpowder suddenly calmed down. Russell held the gun and moved forward, passing by two seriously injured mounted policemen.

He lowered his head slightly and continued to move forward with a blank expression on his face. At this time, a hand was stretched out from the car defense line of the Mexican gangsters, and the grenade held between the five fingers was about to be thrown out.

Boom!

There was a gunshot, the arm broke, and the grenade fell to the ground. Amidst a burst of shouting and cursing, seven or eight people jumped out.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Bang————

A gunshot represents a human life, and a few lunatics are in the air, and the flower of life is like scarlet blood, blooming in an instant and then withering.

Rumble! !

The dull grenade exploded, shattering the glass of the car and blowing hot wind and waves.

The fireball was reflected on Russell's sunglasses. He took three steps forward, turned the gun sharply, and shot the gang member who was about to release the black gun in the store on the street.

And then, the muzzle paused in mid-air as a gang member hijacked the store waitress, pointing the gun at her forehead and hunched over her back.

"Go away, get away from me, and put down your gun!"

Seeing with his own eyes that Russell killed people like chickens and killed all his companions lightly, the gangster was overly excited because of fear, and his hand holding the gun was shaking.

The waitress was even worse, she was in tears, her legs were weak and she couldn't walk, and she had a mental breakdown.

"Don't get excited, you are already surrounded, there is no need to hold back."

Russell put his gun down: "How about this, I will find you a negotiator, and he will give you a car. In exchange for equivalent value, how about letting this lady go first?"

"Shut up, I tell you to drop the gun!"

The hand of the gang member holding the gun trembled wildly, Russell pouted slightly, raised his hand and threw the M4A1 on the ground.

In the next second, the gang member lost his mind, pushed away the unconscious waitress, and aimed his black gun at Russell.

Boom!

With a gunshot, Russell put away his M9, and the gangster fell to his knees limply, with a hole in the front of his forehead, and behind his forehead... nothing.

"..." xN

There was no sound on the main road, and the reporters on the street forgot to explain, and the camera froze to shoot Russell picking up the M4A1 and blowing off the dust.

Not only them, but even the police officers at the scene were all stunned. The stretcher to rescue the wounded stopped where it was, and the two seriously injured households stopped moaning. They looked at Russell as if they were looking at God.

They said that they couldn't understand whether the bullet was fired without a miss, and the headshot was still in the chaotic battlefield.

This is not making a movie!

On the tall building, a figure hidden in the dark watched all this silently, scanned Russell's face, and positioned him as the next hunting target.

Russell felt something, raised his head and swept around, shrugged and didn't pay much attention.

The sheriff stepped forward and punched Russell on the shoulder, his face distorted with excitement: "Boy, you are so fucking handsome. I like your sunglasses. What's your name?"

"Russell, the 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 refuse me, I will kill you."

"Forget it, I don't have a very friendly reputation."

Russell curled his lips slightly, and when he saw the reporters rushing in, he showed a pained expression, and quickly reported the branch and his number to the sheriff, telling him to go to the chief if he had something to do.

After speaking, Russell bypassed the blockade, and the reporters were ordered not to step into the firefighting area.

The camera took a long shot close-up of Russell's back, and his posture of carrying a gun showed the loneliness of a master, which spread to thousands of households...

This is the rhythm of fire!