End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

The Jedi Knight and the Scorpion King died by jumping off a building. This is so unscientific that Russell didn't accept the reality for a long time.

Among other things, just the faces of the two of them are not people who died casually.

At the very least, they will definitely not die by jumping off the building, just like a leap of faith, there will always be a lawn or awning below.

No matter how bad it is, there will be a swimming pool, a crooked tree or something!

"Director, it's inappropriate to comment on these two outstanding colleagues, but I still want to ask, what did the coroner say, did they...you understand."

Russell said while gesturing to smoke.

"Don't think about it. They didn't do anything outrageous at the time. The autopsy report shows that they are all normal and there is no sign of being assassinated."

The director described the situation at that time. The bald brother chased the robber who robbed the jewelry store. The other party used the zip line of the special forces to escape from the high-rise building. became a photo.

That doesn't sound normal!

Russell shook his head slightly: "Perhaps the coroner is the ghost. They can't find out the truth of Tony's death, nor can they find out the reason why the bald brother jumped off the building without thinking."

"I know you suspect that this is a bad case of retaliation against the police, but it's none of your business. It's something that the headquarters should consider, and someone is already investigating."

"Ok!"

Russell nodded. In addition to the bald brother, there are many elite detectives in the NYPD headquarters, all of whom are at the Destiny's level, so it's really not his turn to worry about it.

"The award ceremony will be held in Police Plaza three days later. I will attend with you. There will be live reports from many media outlets. Your speech will be prepared by a special person. Don't mess it up."

The director gave a few words of advice, and repeated again: "Don't go there for the next three days, stay at home honestly, the investigation about Stan is temporarily postponed, and I don't want to find out that your house is empty when I deliver the speech."

"It doesn't matter. I have roughly figured out the circumstances of Sheriff Stan Phil's case, and now I am about to bring him to justice."

Russell said: "Give me half a day, and I can get him out of New York and bring him to this office."

"really?"

"Of course, his ledger is in my trunk."

For the director, Russell still trusts him a lot, and he confirmed that the other party's three views are upright, but there are some minor flaws in his private life.

After all, no one is perfect, and it is normal to have some special hobbies.

"I will keep the evidence myself. I will give you five hours. If you find him, notify me, and then go home and sleep."

"OK!"

Russell made a gesture and asked someone to move Stan Phil's ledger into the director's office, and then went to the isolation room.

After the heart-to-heart talk, the police officers guarding the temporary prison are all innocent, and there are no undercover agents who have been undercover for three years plus three years.

Even so, Russell still does not believe that the truth of Tony's death was a heart attack, and someone must have tampered with his body secretly.

Fortunately, although Tony died, the progress of the task was advanced by one frame, which did not keep Russell busy.

[World Mission: 2, Ordinary Case 3/50]

"Not just gangsters with heavy weapons, killers are also at the same level as thieves, this is very New York!"

The Camaro stopped at the police station, Russell drove the police car away,

I called Stan Phil's mistress halfway, and the spiritual suggestion seeds left earlier worked. The mistress didn't know the specific whereabouts of Stan Phil, but she knew the numbers of the other two mistresses.

He is a capable man!

Russell came to visit the closest mistress, showing her handsome face that made her unable to close her legs, and quickly asked for important information.

As luck would have it, the mistress knew of Stan Phil's whereabouts, at a wealthy man's mansion on Long Island, New York.

If the Central Garden is the back garden of Manhattan, then Long Island is the back garden of the entire New York. It is bordered by Brooklyn and Queens in the west, surrounded by the sea on three sides, and covered with forest trees.

Coupled with the pleasant climate, it is considered to be one of the most livable areas in the world, and it is also one of the most well-known wealthy areas in the United States and even in the world.

Regardless of whether Stan Phil's villa in Long Island is rented or bought, it shows that the property is not clean, and he has made a lot of money over the years.

Russell looked at the time, and it seemed a little difficult to go back and forth between Stanfield's villa and the branch in five hours, not because he was not fast enough, but because he was worried about the lack of traffic.

...

【Name: Russell】

[Amount: US$6 million]

[Message is being sent...]

On the other side, all the killers in New York have received a text message, a head worth 6 million dollars is waiting for someone to receive it.

At the same time, information about Russell was also sent to the mailboxes of these killers, including short videos of his street fights.

Dangerous, but also very valuable.

A small number of killers chose to retreat in the face of difficulties, and more of them moved after hearing the news, and quickly locked Russell's current location through various intelligence networks.

"Ah Choo!"

Russell, who was waiting for the traffic light, sneezed, wondering which girl was in front of him, but the unlucky sister was automatically ignored by him, and finally determined that the target person was Miss Satan.

Thinking about it is a bit embarrassing.

Boom!

The glass of the police car was shattered. Russell looked at the bullet holes ahead and blinked innocently.

"What, shooting at a police car in broad daylight... Oh, this is New York."

He scratched his head, turned on the alarm, started the car and rushed onto the sidewalk, then passed through the traffic lights at the intersection ahead, put it in gear and accelerated, and accelerated again.

The telepathy spread out, and he found that there were many malicious guys approaching him around him, and none of them were ordinary people.

"It's interesting, hehehe..."

Russell's hand holding the steering wheel trembled slightly, black light surged in his eyes, and a sinister smile subconsciously formed the corner of his mouth.

Thinking of his current identity, he slapped his face with a slap, suppressing the evil face that evoked, and replaced it with a harmless smiling face.

"Hello, Chief?"

Russell dialed the director's number: "I'm afraid I won't be able to go back within five hours. By the way, many people may die later... Yes, I did it."

Putting the phone away, Russell turned on the old driver mode. It would be so easy to die in his hands. At least he must be able to keep up with the speed of the ace driver, otherwise he is not eligible.

...

On the road, the alarm bell rang continuously, and a police car moved through the complicated traffic flow at high speed with an unbelievable position.

Feel like a fish in water, with ease!

The complex road conditions failed to restrict the movement of the police car, but instead gave it incredible opportunities to perform.

Passers-by on both sides heard the alarm bell and saw a police car approaching at high speed, but when they took out their mobile phones to take pictures, only the taillights of the police car were left.

Also confused, there are car owners who are swaying slowly on the road.

"This unscientific!"

The killer who was chasing looked at the traffic jam in front of him, and didn't understand why the ordinary police car with four wheels could drive so fast.

Russell galloped for five minutes, and found speechlessly that all the pursuers behind him were lost because of the excessive speed of the car.

Fortunately, although the pursuers behind him were gone, there were still only a lot of 'killers' coming from all directions.

He is very convinced that he must have triggered a certain movie plot, which caused the disaster without reason.

He randomly captured a killer, invaded his mind to read the memory, and found that they came from an organization called 'Continental Hotel'.

Let's call it an organization!

Russell doesn't know how to describe this organization, all killers, internal circulation currency, is the order builder of the killer world.

As for his head, a bounty of 6 million dollars was offered. It is not known who put the bounty on him, but there is a piece of information that is very interesting.

The killer currency used by the Continental Hotel, Tony had mentioned it to him before, but he didn't pay much attention to it at the time. After thinking about it, he found that he could be seated according to the number.

Russell linked the reward list with Tony, inferring that these killers were here to silence.

"It's only $6 million, who do you look down upon..."

Speaking of this, Russell's face began to turn ferocious again, and this time he didn't wipe it off. Since the visitors were not kind and all wanted his life, he no longer pretended to be a gentleman.

"Hey hey!!!"

The police car suddenly speeded up, Russell twisted the steering wheel, rushed into the opposite lane next door, and then walked through tens of meters, entering the expressway from the gate.

According to the navigation on the police car, he chose a good slaughterhouse.

There is a slum area nearby waiting to be demolished. At present, all the residents have been asked to leave, and the building is empty, which is very suitable for killing.

Scoff!

The police car parked in the square of the slum area. Russell put on the Terminator sunglasses, put on the street fighting equipment, and carried the M4A1 into the frontmost dangerous building.

When passing by the surveillance camera, he stopped, waved towards the camera, and opened his mouth slowly so that people could understand his mouth shape.

"I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere, if you want to make money, come quickly."

When Russell's back disappeared into the abandoned building, one after another hurried vehicles stopped, including cross-country, sports cars, classic cars, taxis, bicycles, all kinds of models.

The killers looked at each other, fearing that the 6 million yuan would be robbed, they pulled out their guns and short cannons, and rushed into the abandoned building.

The camera zooms out to high altitude, and it can be seen that dozens of cars are rushing here.

The killer circle in New York City is surrounded by this place. Those who are too far away choose to give up, and those who are not too far away are speeding up, praying that Russell will persist for a while.

It's best to kill a few more colleagues. In this case, Russell's worth will increase again, and they can earn more.

At the same time, a figure who fights not for money but only for faith appears in the slums.

Looking at the abandoned building with cold-blooded and ruthless eyes, the figure disappeared without a trace, and a vague outline was faintly visible.

The hunt has officially begun!

But no one noticed that if there were black clouds that seemed to be nothing, they gradually covered the sky, and the clouds were cracked, like a face of a devil laughing wildly.

In the abandoned building, Russell stood on the top floor with his head slightly turned to one side, avoiding the whizzing sniper bullets, and fired a random shot forward, then pushed open the stair door and walked down.

The whole map of telepathic positioning, forty-two human beings responded, and an unknown organism responded.

"Although it's embarrassing to open the perspective, but..."

Russell pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose: "As expected of the Big Apple, aliens come here to make extra money as killers."

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