End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

In Nassau County, Long Island, Russell and the police officers waved goodbye, boarded the expressway, and drove here.

The first time he entered a place where rich people lived, his most intuitive feeling was that the roads were wider, the houses were shorter, and the gardens were larger, and then they disappeared.

Indeed, Long Island was densely populated with more households than Russell had imagined.

I thought this place is sparsely populated, luxury houses can be seen everywhere, and rows of maid outfits float by on the road, but it turns out that it is no different from a town far away from the urban area, except that there are more luxury cars.

ding dong~~

Russell knocked on the door of the Stanfield Villa, and the door opened after a while, and a middle-aged uncle with a beard, a decadent face, and a lifeless face appeared in front of him.

"Excuse me, are you Sheriff Stanfield?"

Russell took out the photos and compared them in front of Stan Phil. It was the person himself, but what happened to this decadent uncle temperament? He had already received a notice from Sirius?

"Yes, I'm Stan Phil, just call me Stan. If you guess correctly, you must be Officer Russell. You came in time, and I would have killed myself by swallowing a gun later."

Stan Phil's eyes were dull, and his pupils were out of focus when he spoke, giving people a feeling of being defiant.

But it wasn't, he was just tortured to the point of numbness by despair, nothing mattered anymore.

"Yes, Sheriff Stanfield."

Russell took out the handcuffs: "Unfortunately, you were arrested, please follow me."

"Ah, don't bother, I'm ready."

Under Russell's surprised gaze, Stan Phil took out the handcuffs from his back, handcuffed himself, then calmly walked to the police car, opened the door and sat in the co-pilot.

Russell: "..."

Is it so cooperative?

"Sheriff Stanfield, I don't mean to offend, but... Is there something wrong with you?"

Russell shrugged, got in the driver's seat and drove back to the precinct.

"No, I'm normal. Normal people lose everything and they will react the same way as me."

Stan Phil leaned his head on the car window, his brain was empty, and he tried his mouth meaninglessly: "The money I love, the woman who loves me, they have all left me, I just want to sit in the cell, quietly Waiting for life to come to an end."

There is something wrong with this person's brain!

Russell didn't know why, so he asked Stan Phil to have an open exchange with him, and finally understood the reason why this guy wanted to be quiet.

Russell overestimated Tony. The reason why the killers attacked wildly had nothing to do with his arrest of Tony, but Stan Phil placed an order to buy his life for $6 million.

As he killed more than 200 killers in a very short period of time, the amount of the reward soared all the way to a sky-high price of 300 million US dollars.

This is the root cause of Stan Phil's despair. He went bankrupt and lost all his $50 million net worth.

Even if he is not caught today, every penny he earns in the future will be automatically included in the reward amount by the Continental Hotel. Facing the sinkhole of 250 million US dollars, he chose to shut himself up in prison.

Stan Phil also thought about shooting Russell when he opened the door, earning $300 million, and becoming a winner in life in one fell swoop.

But when he thought that Russell killed more than two hundred killers like eating and drinking, he gave up his unrealistic fantasy, and he knew very well that even if he could really kill Russell, the Continental Hotel would not pay him 300 million dollars.

The operator once said his head was only worth $30,000, a whopping $50,000, no more.

Comparing his heart to his heart, Stan Phil thought that as the manager of the Continental Hotel, he would make a wise choice between $50,000 and $300 million.

"It turns out that you were the one who placed the order, um...Thank you for your hard work."

Russell looked at Stanfield sympathetically. To be honest, he was a little moved and wanted to exchange his head for pocket money at the New York branch of the Continental Hotel.

Although he doesn't value money, 300 million US dollars is really delicious, and he doesn't have Stan Phil's concerns. If the Continental Hotel dares not pay, he dares to swindle corpses to collect debts.

"Sheriff Stan Phil, don't worry, I will help you recover the stolen money of 50 million dollars. The illegal money should be handed over, not put in the killer company and let them invest in real estate."

Russell kindly comforted Stan Phil, but it was of no use. The latter had nothing to do with everything, and he had reached the state where he was not moved by money.

A very noble person!

This also directly proves that the most direct way to get a man out of vulgar interests is to make him bankrupt.

...

In the branch, Russell handed over to Stan Phil, and the director called his superiors, and soon a fully armed tactical team came to escort the criminal Stan Phil and his account book away.

"You have done a great job, but this case will not be made public, nor will it add a resume to your honor book. You must be mentally prepared."

"I understand, what kind of struggle is that!"

Russell made an OK gesture, and the task progress indicated 4/50 for ordinary cases, which is what he wanted.

"Stay at home honestly for the next three days and don't go anywhere..."

As the director said, his face suddenly became complicated: "I heard that you did a crazy thing today. A total of 237 killers were killed by you, leaving no one alive. The scene is like a slaughterhouse. They will Hand the head over, and you pull the trigger."

"Well, Sheriff Stanfield knew I was investigating him and paid me to disappear forever."

Russell scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "You must never have imagined that my head is worth 300 million U.S. dollars, and I may still be very busy in the next period of time."

"300 million!?"

The director exclaimed, and looked at Russell with more complicated eyes: "To be honest, I almost drew my gun just now."

Russell complained speechlessly: "I see, you are still touching the holster!"

"Uh, sorry."

The director moved his hand away with difficulty, picked up the coffee cup and took a trembling sip, and said slowly: "You are in danger now, I need to contact the superior, no matter what, let's protect you first."

"I don't need protection, and no one has guaranteed it. Those bodyguards who imprisoned me have no idea."

Russell shook his head again and again. He didn't want to kill all the bodyguards who protected him while he was being protected. "

"It makes sense!"

As the director said, he moved his hand on the holster with difficulty again.

In his eyes, Russell is no longer a human being, but a mobile vault with 300 million US dollars in it.

The sheriff thought that it would be difficult for him to resist the temptation, and it would be even more impossible for others. Maybe someone outside the office had already harbored evil intentions.

"Boss, it's nothing, I'll go first."

"You did a good job today."

Before Russell went out, the director suddenly said something without beginning or end.

"what?"

"Next time if someone wants to take you away, no matter what method you use, don't leave with them, otherwise it will be difficult for me to get you back."

The chief's face was serious, and he said: "Come to my office, I don't care about other New York police departments, but here, I am the boss, and no one can touch my people."

Russell was a little moved, and after a while, he said speechlessly: "Director, take your hand off the holster, it will be more convincing."

"Damn it, my hands don't work."

"..."

Russell rolled his eyes speechlessly, opened the door and was about to leave, when the director spoke again.

"Russell, you don't have to kill all the enemies to control the situation. I know that killing everyone can ensure your own safety to the greatest extent, but..."

The chief made a gesture with his hand, and said with an ugly face: "Too many, that's more than two hundred lives, people will think you are a cold-blooded butcher, not a just policeman, understand?"

"Uh, I'll try my best!"

Russell blinked. He felt that he had restrained himself without erasing the entire slum area from the map.

After all, he is also a person of status. In this world, there are not many people who are qualified to sit down and brag with him. You have to be a Satan at the beginning, and the elf queen can only kneel.

Of course, the Elven Queen wanted to lie down, and he didn't mind either.

...

apartment!

After being given a three-day long vacation by the director, Russell sank on the sofa and petted the cat, thinking about how to deal with it in his free time.

Regarding the award ceremony, he didn't care about it on the surface, but he was looking forward to it in his heart. It may be a little regret in the past. He is very eager for the "Battle Cross" that symbolizes the honor of the New York police.

Although he is not a real New York policeman, he will leave after the mission is over, but it is better than nothing, something is better than nothing, and it is not bad to commemorate the memory.

Bang bang bang!

The door knocked, and the T-1000 transformed Mei Dash ran to the door, hooked the door handle and opened it easily.

"What, this cat can still open the door?"

Max was so excited that he stepped forward to have a close contact with Meituan. Unsurprisingly, she had a hot chest with a cold ass, and she was disgusted by Meituan.

"You two beauties, have you figured it out?"

Russell raised his eyebrows, rubbed his hands together, and looked expectant.

"Officer Russell, forcibly forcing two young women with normal orientation into lesbians, isn't this a loss for you men?"

Max complained that she was ready to sacrifice herself at any time to realize her dream, but it was only when things came to an end that she realized that she had sacrificed too much.

"Where is the marriage certificate, show me."

"it's here……"

Caroline listlessly opened her handbag, and handed Russell an A4 colored printed paper.

The text on the top of the colored paper is the English "marriage certificate", the left side is a Western-style church pattern, and the middle is a few lines of text, the specific content includes the names of the daughters and daughters, and the official seal of the government.

All in all, very crude!

Looking at the signatures of the two, Russell pouted slightly: "That's it, no wedding photos?"

"No, we don't have money to take wedding photos."

"I'll send you a set of wedding photos and find the best photographer in New York."

"..." x2

Caroline's life entered a new trough, and she lifted her short skirt weakly, showing off her long legs: "Officer, don't you think about it again?"

Perhaps feeling unconvincing, she turned around and undid two buttons on Max's chest, the visual impact was extremely shocking.

Max cooperated very well, posing a few poses that looked like mountains and peaks.

"Caroline, you should find someone who can make you laugh, like Max, not someone like me who makes you cry!"

Russell looked left and right, and compared his heart to the two: "I have to say, you have made up for each other's shortcomings, and you are a match made in heaven."

After finishing speaking, he took out his credit card from his pocket and handed it over: "There is no password, just take it and spend it as you like, and the marriage certificate will be deposited with me. Don't let me catch you cheating on your marriage."

"Also, a friendly reminder, I'm not optimistic about your small cake business, it will definitely go bankrupt."

"No, I'm not optimistic about your luck. Instead of using it to invest in the bamboo basket and fetching water in the end, it's better to eat, drink, buy more brand-name clothes, bags, etc., and leave good memories of being rich."

"Thank you for your kindness, but we will definitely succeed, I am a top student at Wharton... blah blah blah..."

Russell's eyes were empty, and when he recovered, there was only T-1000 left in the room.

He turned on telepathy and planted spiritual hints to keep malicious killers away from this apartment. Before the award ceremony, he didn't want to kill.

Backfired, Russell didn't want to use violence, but some people insisted on forcing him to carry a knife. .

The next day, Russell received a call from the director, the award ceremony was postponed, and he was also suspended.

"Who did it?"