End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

"Who did it, the people above Stan Phil?"

Russell asked with a stinky face, and the voice activated the spiritual seeds in the director's heart, allowing him to tell the whole truth.

"No, there are indeed people behind Stan, and some of them do have some skills, but since the police dare to investigate him, they are not afraid of these people making troubles."

The chief helped Russell rule out a wrong answer: "You are very smart, you should be able to guess that the pursuit of Stan is just the beginning, a signal, and the key point is to catch the people behind him, so these people are not to be feared, and the police station is not afraid of them."

"Who else could it be?"

"In every way..."

The director talked about the current bad situation: "As I feared, you were criticized for killing more than 200 killers in the slums, and two congressmen proposed that your murderous style is not worthy of the" Combat Cross ’, you can’t even continue to be a police officer, they’re worried that you’ll have a nervous breakdown one day and you’ll shoot people.”

"Member, what does this have to do with them?" Russell was puzzled.

"It has a lot to do with it. These two councilors oversee police work. They are real power factions, not dispensable megaphones."

Russell nodded, and then the question arises, who has such a big face to let the two congressmen take action against him, an ordinary little policeman?

The answer is obvious, the Continental Hotel, or to be more precise, the people who run the Continental Hotel.

According to Russell's heart-to-heart talk with the killers, the Continental Hotel has many branches around the world, and its power is so huge that it only exists in the movie. Behind it is a super underground organization jointly established by gangsters from all over the world.

High table!

This organization has formulated the rules of the underground world. All people who are active in the underground world, such as killers, must abide by the rules they set, and those who violate it will be mercilessly cleaned up.

Such a large organization lacked neither money nor connections, and Russell was, of course, suspended.

"About your suspension, it is the result of the police department's efforts. Be careful, you are in danger now."

The sheriff gave a reminder, and then added: "In addition to the pressure from the congressmen, the media is also reporting on the deaths of more than 200 people in the slums. Fortunately, the TV is fine, and the Internet media has already started an overwhelming offensive. Your reputation It's kind of... not good."

"How bad is it?"

"Well, the Internet media commented that you are a murderous executioner. If you have the ability to kill everyone, you have the ability not to kill them. But you chose the former method. If the conclusion is drawn, you...may not be able to do it The police are here!"

boom! !

The black mist behind Russell exploded, and a ferocious demon face opened up. The T-1000-transformed beauty was trembling in the corner of the wall, and the liquid metal collapsed into a ball.

In the sky of New York City, an invisible darkness enveloped the sky. Thunder flashed across the darkness, and a loud bang shook the entire city.

In the spiritual world, the system ran wildly with its head in its arms, and was struck by lightning all the way screaming.

Three seconds later, everything returned to normal.

"I see!"

Russell hung up the phone with a blank expression, and the devil's face behind him was replaced by a holy radiance, and a fluttering angel turned from imaginary to real, spreading holy wings to wrap him.

"What not to be a cop, devil?"

Russell muttered to himself, and the phantom of the angel behind him silently changed from white to black. Three pairs of jet-black wings spread out, and he handed a black flame sword to Russell.

"roll!"

Russell said angrily, and waved his hand to scatter the phantom of the fallen angel behind him.

bad

Mental activities actually materialized in the real world, and he urgently needed to harvest a wave of heads to calm down.

"My heart hurts. Without a five-figure soul to sacrifice to the darkness, I might become the great devil who destroys the world..."

Russell's eyes turned black, black mist emerged from the corners of his mouth, hazy, red fierce light replaced his eyes, he slapped his face, and put on a righteous face: "In order to save the world, we can only wrong them Sacrifice yourself!"

Go out, leave, get in the car, destination: Continental Hotel New York branch!

...

Continental Hotel New York branch.

The magnificent general manager's office, high-end furniture, precious artworks, and stylish interior decoration style interpret the word "nobility".

It's not the sudden wealth of bare fruit gold and silver, but a real nobleman with background, experience of precipitation and edification.

The manager, Winston, was devastated by recent troubles. The New York branch suffered heavy losses, and even his foundation was shaken.

Two hundred and thirty-seven people may not seem like many, but many of them are his own people who he cultivated by himself. The death of these people has seriously affected his right to speak in the organization.

Beep beep! !

After the call was made, the cloud on Winston's face dissipated a lot, and he said kindly, "John, have you considered going out of the mountain again?"

"Are you in trouble?"

"Although I don't want to say that, it's true. A lunatic killed more than two hundred people of me. I need your help. Help me stabilize New York and prevent some bastards with ulterior motives from disrupting the order here."

"..."

Hearing the silence on the other side of the phone, Winston continued: "That was a terrifying guy. In a direct confrontation, he suppressed two hundred and thirty-seven killers by himself and killed them all. Not too much."

"Winston, I have retired."

"I know, I don't want to disturb your peaceful life, but for the sake of friendship, can you give your old friend a hand?"

Winston sighed: "I can't think of anyone else who could kill that monster except you."

"Winston, I'm not his opponent. As you said, he is a monster."

"That's right, ordinary people can't deal with monsters, but devils can. You are the famous 'Night Demon', the strongest killer!"

"..."

"Please, John!"

"Sorry, I...I don't want to talk about this right now, give me a few days to think about it."

"Can!"

After hanging up the phone, Winston looked a lot better. John didn't agree, but he didn't directly refuse, and there was still talk.

At this time, the phone on his desk rang, and an important guest came to visit.

...

"Wow, Mr. Judge, why are you here?"

Winston greeted people with a smiling face, and his every move was full of medieval aristocratic charm, elegant but not deliberate.

"Mr. Winston, I won't say too many polite words. I'm here to convey a message to the twelve managers of the High Table. The humiliating failure of the New York branch has made the entire Continental Hotel and even the High Table Conference feel ashamed."

The adjudicator had a zombie face and said with a serious smile: "The twelve managers expressed doubts about your ability, so they assigned me to come to New York to take full responsibility for this matter in order to save the lost reputation."

"just you?"

Winston restrained his smile, his face turned cold: "Mr. Judge, I'm not questioning your strength... Well, I'm just questioning you."

"Mr. Winston, I am here on behalf of the High Table, please pay attention to your words."

The adjudicator's tone was indifferent, without the slightest anger.

"I know, I've served the High Table for 40 years, and I'm much more loyal than you brat. Puchi, I'm sorry, I should hold back my laughter."

Winston said an insincere apology, covered his mouth and laughed.

"Mr. Winston!!"

Being ridiculed many times, the adjudicator couldn't suppress his anger, and his eyes flickered fiercely.

"Listen, Mr. Adjudicator, I didn't mean to offend the High Table, not at all, I was just annoyed at you."

Winston raised his red wine glass, pointed to the surroundings and said, "This is New York, my territory, my kingdom, and I decide everything here."

"The high table can take back everything, but please be sure to send a reliable guy, not the kind of idiot who is arrogant and makes me want to place an order and offer a reward as soon as he enters the door..."

"So, do you understand, Mr. Idiot?"

Boom!

The adjudicator slapped the table to his feet, glared at Winston, and said through gritted teeth, "Pay attention to your words, I don't want to add a task of adjudicating the hotel manager to this trip."

"Hehehe, you can't do it, you don't have that ability."

"Mr. Winston, you can try it. I have brought the most elite troops. Forty fully armed killers are just outside the hotel. As long as I give an order, they can..."

"Adjudication... no, Mr. Idiot."

Winston raised his hand to stop, and jokingly said: "Before you give me an order to judge me, remember to call to shut down the hotel first, otherwise you will die too. This is the rule, and the carpet in the hotel cannot be stained with blood."

"I know, I don't need you to remind me."

"No need to remind, after all, you are an idiot!"

"asshole!!"

...

Scoff!

The Camaro stopped at the entrance of the Continental Hotel. Russell got out of the car and handed a hundred dollars to the doorman who was driving. Then, under his surprised gaze, he walked into the hotel door without restraint.

"That guy, with a head of 300 million... Am I right?"

The doorman read it right, the needle drop could be heard in the hotel lobby, and the killers sitting or standing were all shocked, some couldn't believe their eyes.

The person who was offered a bounty appeared majestically at the headquarters of the killer in New York. What kind of rhythm is this?

The Continental Hotel has a rule that killing people is prohibited inside the hotel, and blood cannot stain the floor. Anyone who breaks the rules will be expelled and offered a reward.

But today's situation is a bit special, the killers are puzzled, if Russell shoots, will they fight back or not?

A group of people looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

Snapped!

Russell photographed M9 at the front desk: "I'm looking for...then who is the person in charge here."

Caron, the hotel receptionist, was stunned for two seconds before politely saying, "Sorry, sir, the manager is..."

Click!

Russell aimed his gun at Caron's head: "I'm looking for the person in charge, thank you!"

"Please wait."

Caron put away the useless nonsense, made a phone call and said: "Please take the elevator over there, the manager is waiting for you in the office."

Just as he was talking, he walked out of the tall hotel security guard and made a 'please' gesture to Russell.

"My gut tells me that that elevator doesn't lead to the manager's office..."

Russell snorted coldly at Caron, turned and walked towards the elevator: "But it doesn't matter, we always have some appetizers before the big meal...it's fine if it's not dessert."