End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

Silbert, Maybach, Koenigsegg, Bugatti, Pagani...

After scanning the eight luxury car keys, Russell felt more and more that Winston was actually a river god. He said speechlessly, "Sure enough, the doorman didn't remember clearly. I was driving a Camaro, the $20,000 kind."

"No, no way!"

Winston didn't understand what Russell meant, wiped the cold sweat off his brow, and said cautiously: "Think about it again, did you remember it wrong, or is your car key not here?"

"not here!"

"Wait a moment, I'll arrange it, and bring eight more car keys."

"No, put your suit away."

Russell rolled his eyes and said bluntly: "I'm just a small police officer on duty. The luxury cars here cost tens of millions of dollars. You let me drive it to and from get off work, are you trying to make things difficult for me?"

Winston's eyes widened immediately, and he said in surprise, "What, Officer Russell, don't you know about that?"

"what do you know?"

Russell had a weird expression, feeling that there would be explosive news.

"Officer Russell, please give me your condolences. One of your distant rich relatives has passed away. According to his will, you will inherit all of his estate."

While talking, Winston took out another jewelry box from the bookcase.

After opening, there are a series of property title documents, including two jewelry stores in New York, equity certificates of seven multinational groups, a luxury house in Long Island, and so on.

The most incredible thing is that there is actually an oil field in the Middle East.

Russell: "..."

"Officer Russell, your relative left too suddenly, and just wanted to transfer all property as soon as possible before he died. It happened that he couldn't contact you in the past two days, so the lawyer hurriedly went through the formalities, so that your relative passed away without regret. "

Winston wiped away his tears with grief, and then said: "But don't worry, they are all professional lawyers. There is no problem with taxation. They have already helped you establish a charity fund."

As he said, Winston pushed the jewelry box in front of Russell. Whether Russell admitted it or not, it was his property, protected by the laws of the US Empire, and sacred and inviolable.

"..."

Russell continued to be speechless, adding billions for no reason, and it was a fucking dollar. Does he have such a relative?

I think should not be! ?

Maybe I forgot, why don't I go back and check?

"!!"

Russell spit on the ground: "Return these things, this is not the life I want, if you dare to find relatives for me indiscriminately, I will wring your head off."

"But……"

Winston's eyelids twitched, and he said with a wry smile: "All the records are in the file, this is your property, and you do have a deceased rich relative."

"How many meanings do I have to admit?"

"Uh, this is also impossible."

Winston was anxious: "To tell you the truth, these assets were handpicked by the leg raising meeting. If you insist, they are equivalent to war reparations. If you refuse to accept them, they will go crazy."

"War? I don't remember when there was a war. They still have this qualification."

Russell curled his lips in disdain: "If this is my property, then please find another lawyer and donate it all.

"

"Uh, all right!"

"Where's my Camaro?"

"In the garage, let someone drive to the entrance of the hotel." Winston gave his deputy Caron a look, telling him to do it immediately.

"That's it. I don't have anything to do in the future, so I won't see each other."

Russell turned to leave, waved with John Wick deliberately, and disappeared into the office gracefully from his back.

John Wick looked solemn, and said with admiration: "He is a good police officer. Among the police officers I know, no one can compare to him."

Winston rolled his eyes and refused to comment on this sentence. He didn't know if he was a good police officer, and it was true that no one could compare.

Nearly 10,000 lives are bloody proof!

Beep beep!

Winston dialed the phone and contacted the High Table organization. The rain stopped and the sky cleared. The war was over and Russell would not kill again.

The operator on the opposite side shed tears of excitement, but when he heard that Russell refused to accept the war indemnity and wanted to donate it all, he suddenly became nervous.

"Winston, what does that gentleman mean? Do you think you have too little money?" The operator's phone was seized, and another person spoke.

"No, it's just that I just don't like it and don't want to use your dirty money."

"It's not dirty money, it's all earned through legal procedures... Forget it, let's not talk about it, that gentleman can donate as much as he wants, and I will teach you how to deal with it. Remember, there are many ways to donate money, There is a kind of charitable financial management, which only donates more and more, understand?"

"I see."

Winston shrugged his shoulders and ended the call. He knew that the person on the other side was already crazy about music and was eager to hold a party to celebrate three days and three nights, so he didn't bother them to have fun.

"Winston, have you forgotten something?"

John Wick hesitated for a moment, and reminded kindly: "Mr. Leonid of Moscow, he seems to have followed your advice and is committing suicide."

"Sbeep!"

Only then did Winston remember, and hurriedly dialed Leonid's long-distance number, but no one answered several times in a row.

"..." x2

The two looked at each other in silence. After a long time, Winston said slowly, "Mr. Leonid has a big heart, so he shouldn't commit suicide easily, what do you think?"

"Well, I think you'd better keep calling."

"I tried, but no one answered, it's better to eat first and call later."

"Listen to you."

So far, the 12 high-level managers of the high table have been reduced again, and the current remaining number is 5/12!

...

On the drive home, Russell made a call to the director, who communicated with him when the call was missed.

He knew the general situation in his heart, and as expected, after connecting the phone, the director told him that the suspension punishment had been revoked, and the award ceremony was postponed to three days later.

Because of the praise from the media reporters, the New York Police Department is more convinced that he will be set as a new police benchmark to replace the vacancy of the bald brother.

On the day of the award ceremony, the two congressmen will be present in person. At the same time, the original 'Battle Cross Medal' will be replaced, but at the strong request of the two congressmen, it will be upgraded to the 'Medal of Honor'.

This is the New York Police Department's highest honor, awarded to individuals who risk their lives, devotion to their duties, and demonstrate great courage in critical situations.

Strong personal heroism, full of American imperial style.

At the same time, because of his outstanding personal contribution, Russell jumped three ranks in a row, skipping detective, sheriff/superintendent, and was promoted to squadron leader/inspector.

Before, what Stan Phil could not ask for was this position.

The police rank is equal to the position. This is because the United States is a federal country, and the legal systems of each state are different. The police do not have a unified national police rank.

Russell didn't care much about the rank. If he had an idea, he could become the chief tomorrow, so this message was ignored by him.

However, there is a piece of news that is very interesting. The Firearms Tactics Team of the Training Bureau wants to hire him as an instructor to teach students how to accurately operate pistols and rifles.

Long-term tenure is not required. Whenever he is free, the tactical team will organize class hours.

It was so funny that Russell decided to give it a go another day, nothing wrong with handing out a cadet other than it sounded weird.

apartment!

Russell briskly walked up to the third floor, planning to do nothing for the next three days, give himself a little vacation, pet cats, catch up with dramas, and wait for the award ceremony to come.

If you don't have to stop, he guesses that if he continues to wander, the award ceremony will have to be postponed again.

When I touched the key to open the door, I remembered that my credit card was in the hands of the bankrupt sister, so I walked back to the first floor instead.

In the corridor, several moving workers came and went. It seemed that the room that Leon and Maserati had rented had new tenants.

Telepathy swept, Max and Caroline were at home, but they were in a bad mood. Without telepathy, Russell could see a black air called 'Despair' spilling out through the crack of the door.

He shrugged, guessing that the two of them were bankrupt, and when he raised his hand to knock on the door, he knocked down the door directly.

"So, what is the significance of this door?"

Russell complained speechlessly, and lifted the door back to its original position. It wasn't that he was using too much force, but that the door was too broken.

With a slight push, it fell down by itself, with no morals at all.

"Girls, I'm here to get my credit card back."

Inside the house, Max and Caroline were lying on their stomachs, one on the sofa and the other on the floor, like salted fish drying in the sun.

Like Xianyu, the two were full of negativity.

Caroline pressed her face to the floor and muttered, "@##￥%~!...*#"

"Max, what did she say, translate it."

"Ah, it's Police Officer Russell. The credit card is on the table. Take it yourself!" Max translated as it was, lying on the sofa motionless.

Russell took back the credit card, and the day after tomorrow is the beginning of the month, the credit card is automatically refreshed and reset back to the $1 million limit.

This is a good thing, but he doesn't know how to spend the money, and thinking about it gives him a headache.

Seeing that the two women's clothes were disheveled, Russell lightly coughed and reminded: "The anti-theft facilities in your home are very worrying. From a policeman's point of view, I want to remind you to pay attention to the safety of your personal property and put on your clothes properly."

"#￥...%~!*#"

"translate."

"Whoever dares to touch us will marry him directly, and he will be in debt until he doubts his life."

"So, you are not only bankrupt, but also in debt?" Russell smiled, the plot was miserable, but he just wanted to laugh.

"%~!￥...%@#"

"Compared to the $5,000 owed, the failure of an investment of $500,000 is more desperate. If we couldn't afford the coffin, we would have committed suicide."

"I can lend you a sum of money to buy a coffin, a wreath and a priest."

Russell expressed sympathy for the two unlucky people, and took out 5,000 dollars and put it on the table: "If it is used to pay back the money, remember to replace the creditor with me. If it is used to buy a coffin, it will be treated as my friendly sponsor."

"@#￥%...~!￥#"

"Officer Russell, is there still a shortage of people in your basement? We don't want to work hard."

Russell: (?_?)

He chuckled: "No, but there is only one vacant seat, you can decide for yourself!"

Clang!

There seemed to be the sound of drawing a knife in the room, Russell left silently, and put the door away before leaving.