End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

"A glass of ice water, thank you!"

In the coffee shop, Russell ordered a glass of ice water. Veronica and Betty were sitting on the left and right, and Bathazar and David, the master and apprentice of Dead Fisheye, were opposite.

There was no way, there were five people in the four-person booth, and Russell didn't want to get close to the two resentful men, so he had to squeeze between Veronica and Betty.

The beauties, big and small, and the murderous eyes on the opposite side brought double happiness to Russell.

"Master Russell, no, Officer Russell, don't you have to go out in the police car at night to maintain order?"

Balthazar's tongue is barbed, and he just wants to run Russell away so that he can be alone with Veronica.

I haven't seen her in a thousand years, Veronica was sealed in the Horcrux, and she only slept for a long, long sleep, but for Balthazar, it was an extremely long wait, and she had a lot to say.

That is to say, he couldn't beat him, otherwise he would have kicked Russell over, and he would have died with the beauty in his arms.

David also had the same idea. A light bulb disturbed two couples. He hated his teeth itching. He ordered a grilled rib, sat down and stared at Russell and began to grind his teeth.

Creak creak!

"It's okay, I'm not on duty tonight, besides, there's a bag snatcher stuffed in the car, I have to make sure he doesn't get away."

Then quickly take him back to the police station!

Balthazar picked up a rib and grinded his teeth together with his apprentice.

Creak creak!

"Veronica, do you really stop thinking about it?"

Russell invites Veronica to have supper alone, but she is declined, and the evil spirit sends out another invitation.

He has no other intentions, he just wants to eat, go for a drive, recharge Veronica's battery by the way, and add to the history of the world.

Of course, if Veronica is interested, he will definitely not refuse.

"No, I've already agreed to have dinner with Balthazar. Before I break up with him, I won't agree to other men's invitations." Veronica smiled and refused, and pulled her hand out of Russell's claw.

"Well, if you blow with Balthazar, remember to call me."

The big beauty didn't call, Russell turned to look at the little beauty, and grabbed Betty's hand: "I've reserved a seat at the Michelin-starred three-star hotel on Madison Avenue, and I'm short of a heroine. May I have the honor to invite you for supper?"

Creak creak!

"Are you settled?"

"Not yet, but if I make a call, the other side should not refuse."

"No problem, I'm very honored."

Click!

David bit off his ribs when he heard the words. He and Betty were not in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship. They hadn’t even written their horoscopes, and they didn’t even count as a spare tire. Betty agreed to have dinner with Russell, but he could only stare blankly.

"It's so easy to agree..."

Russell gave Betty a strange look, so he asked casually and teased David who was opposite, unexpectedly, he actually got an appointment.

"Yes, but I have a condition."

Betty took a lot of effort to pull her hand out of Russell's claws, opened the bag and took out the pen and paper: "Officer Russell, I am a student of the Department of Journalism at City University of New York, and I hope to conduct an exclusive interview with you, and in The campus radio station will report."

"I have nothing to interview, if it's about magic, I have nothing to say,

Just ask David, he knows everything about you. "

Russell shook his head. He didn't care that the public knew about the existence of magic. There were many witnesses tonight's fire pentagram and the gate of hell, and they couldn't hide it. His task is inconvenient.

For example, his status as a billionaire was a headache for him. He was too well-known to go undercover to the enemy's interior.

"No, I'm not going to report on magic, your rules David told me."

Betty said with a little excitement: "I want to interview you because you gave up billions of dollars to become a policeman. This is very positive and explosive, so..."

In the middle of speaking, Betty covered her mouth and yawned, then fell asleep on the back of the deck.

Russell pouted slightly: "The memory about me has been deleted from Betty's mind, don't tell her after waking up."

"Why?" David didn't understand.

"People who make news can't hide secrets, and what they care about is very gossip. These are not what I want."

Russell got up and walked out of the booth: "That's it, don't contact me if you have nothing to do. Except for Veronica, if one day you figure it out and break up with Balthazar, I can lend you a shoulder."

"Wait a moment."

Balthazar got up, stepped forward two steps and asked in a low voice, "Master Russell, are you... are you really a devil?"

"I said I was Satan, would you believe me?"

"..."

The corners of Balthazar's eyes twitched, he didn't want to believe it from the bottom of his heart, but the facts were in front of him, so he couldn't help but not believe it.

Morgani completed the forbidden spell of "Spirit Summoning" to open the gate of hell, but none of the undead were willing to respond to the call, but Russell easily opened the gate of hell and exiled Morgani and Maxim.

"Don't worry, Satan is a business I just took over recently. I was a Supreme Mage a long, long time ago, and I have been fighting to protect the world. I am a good person!"

Russell patted Balthazar's shoulder, and the black light in his eyes narrowed with a smile was fleeting. He left the coffee shop in anxiety, and drove away at the end of the street.

"What's the matter, Balthazar?"

"No, nothing, just..."

Balthazar hesitated to speak, and took a deep breath after struggling for a moment. He couldn't control this matter, and the key was to grasp his eyes: "Veronica, can I invite you to dinner, there are no Michelin stars, only Chinatown A small restaurant."

"It's an honour!"

Veronica smiled and put her hand in Balthazar's palm, and the two left hand in hand, leaving behind a dazed David.

Looking at the sleeping Betty, David swallowed. The angel and the devil in his heart fought fiercely. After the devil won, he was knocked down by the otaku Sap in the grass.

David decided to take Betty back to the laboratory and explain to him when he woke up tomorrow.

"Sir, can you explain why this lady fell asleep after drinking?" David just helped Betty up when he was blocked by three or five waiters.

"I can explain... well, she's sleepy, that's all."

"We have already called the police, you explain to the police!"

"I'm not, I didn't..."

...

After driving to the police station, Russell threw the bag robbers into a temporary prison, took time to go to San Francisco, passed the Golden Gate Bridge, and saw the group of orangutans in Sequoia National Park.

Every time he sees this famous bridge, Russell can't help but want to complain.

In Hollywood movies, the White House has been bombed more than 40 times, and the president has been arrested or assassinated nearly 100 times, but if it is worse, the Golden Gate Bridge is better. The director pushed the number of times to three digits.

Earthquakes, floods, meteorites, monsters, nuclear bombs, scene people...

In contrast, the orangutan's capture of the Golden Gate Bridge this time can be regarded as pediatrics. After all, the bridge is still there, and it can continue to be used after repairing it.

The reason for the orangutans to gain wisdom is exactly the same as that of the shark incident that Russell encountered in Hawaii, all in order to develop a special medicine for the treatment of Alzheimer's.

But the result was not as bad as Russell imagined. The special drug did not successfully flow into the market. Because of the recent series of events, the board of directors behind the medical institution invested in another project.

Led by the U.S. imperial government and united with many powerful consortiums, they jointly study the wreckage of the alien scout ship on planet G.

Many fields have been involved, including medical neurological projects. With the successful cases of RoboCop, the government hopes to successfully realize the possibility of human evolution in the future.

This statement is very vague, and it is mainly divided into two parts, military and civilian.

In the military section, the Ministry of National Defense submitted a huge contract, based on the technology of aliens, integrating nanotechnology and artificial intelligence programs to create a super-new neuron chip, allowing an untrained ordinary person to become omnipotent super agent.

Going a step further is a little fantasy. A confidential file unites several giants in the industry to upgrade nanotechnology to achieve real immortality, making soldiers become super fighters comparable to gods.

As far as the clues currently held by the U.S. imperial government are not only aliens, devils do exist in reality, and hell means heaven.

God himself is moody, and before the next great flood comes, human beings must complete the upgrade in order to redeem themselves.

Of course, before redeeming himself, it would be great for the US emperor to rule the world!

Not to mention the civilian sector, which involves too many fields, and artificial intelligence alone is enough to subvert the current social structure.

Faced with such an attractive and lucrative big cake, the U.S. imperial government responded with overwhelming response, and major financial groups responded one after another. They rushed to grab a pit, and the funds, personnel, and venues were all available in an instant.

To the dismay of the U.S. imperial government, the most well-preserved Planet G reconnaissance ship landed in the east. The spokesperson there asked three questions and said that it was an ordinary meteorite, with no reconnaissance ship or alien high-tech.

Don't ask, just ask!

Russell didn't care about the follow-up matters. After talking with a major shareholder of a medical institution, he convened a shareholders' meeting overnight. Don't study orangutans, hurry up and use alien technology, that is the future of all human beings.

The matter of the orangutans came to an end, and Russell didn't want to interfere any more. There was no brain-damaging drug in circulation, and this group of orangutans was destined to not make any big waves, so let them go.

...

When he came to the police station the next day, it was almost noon. Pierre threw two reports to Russell with a look of luck, and asked about the party and the girl.

Singles who want to have a relationship, preferably a young blonde girl with a good personality, a good figure, and a good face.

Pierre knew that Russell was a rich man, and there must be no shortage of such girls around him. He was not greedy, just two of them.

"No, didn't I introduce it to you before?"

"Have it?"

Pierre frowned and thought hard, his memory was in chaos, he stayed up all night at the police station to make a report for a while, and had a long talk with the blond girl all night for a while, and he was completely dazed.

"It seems to be there, but I'm drunk, and I don't have any impression of the key plot..."

Russell patted Pierre on the shoulder and pressed him on the chair: "Take a rest when you're drunk, come on, here's a report on a bag robber, get it done."

"Why come back, you promised me that there will be no second time."

"Yes?" Russell blinked.

"It seems that there isn't one!" Pierre blinked, completely confused.

"Don't make excuses if you don't, write the report quickly, and I'll introduce you to another girl tonight."

"real?"

"Of course, you are not a beautiful woman, why did you lie to you?"

"But, I also have a case on hand..."

"It's on me. From today onwards, I will solve the case, and you will write the report. It's such a happy decision."