End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

[World Mission: 1, Major Case 1/5]

[World Mission: 2, Ordinary Cases 46/50]

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"Listen buddy, it's been a pleasure working with you. In less than a week, I've solved more than 20 cases. This efficiency is incredible."

Russell patted Pierre on the shoulder. The latter was sitting at the computer desk making a report, with a row of canned coffee piled up next to him, and said with blank eyes: "You are the only one who is happy, I am going crazy."

"Normal, many people say so."

Russell nodded in agreement. Except for Deadpool, everyone else would be more or less uncomfortable, both physically and mentally.

The worst thing is Supergirl, all cracked.

"what?"

"I mean we have such a tacit understanding, why don't we form a team as a partner?"

Russell made reasonable suggestions, he used the ability of elite police officers to solve crimes, Pierre showed his talent for reporting, and peace in the jurisdiction is just around the corner.

"Because I don't want to die yet, I don't want to be admitted to the intensive care unit, and I don't want to spend the rest of my life in the archives with missing arms and legs."

As Pierre spoke, the corners of his eyes were blurred, and the elders began to cry: "I don't want to sit in the office, I want to go out to handle cases, and I want to perform tasks on the front line."

"Together?"

"forget it!"

"Okay, don't complain, I'll introduce you to a few more girls tonight, blonde ones." Russell comforted Pierre, who was getting irritable by the day, and gave some sweet dates.

"Russell, I always feel that there is something wrong with the girl you introduced."

Pierre frowned and said, "I remember last night, I had a good chat with a girl, and then...you understand."

"I don't understand very well, please describe it in detail, preferably in written form."

"It can't be done. Every time I think about it, it's either a snowflake with a mosaic, or a black screen, as if I've been drinking and breaking the picture."

"Be confident, you just can't hold alcohol."

"No, that's not the point. The point of the problem is... this."

Pierre patted the printed report: "If I've been having sex with girls all night, where did the report come from? It's too suspicious."

Russell narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a pacifier: "It's not suspicious. It has been trained in the police station for many years. It is already a mature computer, and it will work overtime and report by itself."

"Is that right?"

"Pierre, you bastard, get out of here!"

While the two were talking, there was a roar from the director's office. Pierre trembled when he heard the words, and walked into the office in desperation.

A group of police officers looked at each other, Russell shrugged, kindly sat at the computer desk and helped Pierre complete the report.

Maybe it's because I haven't touched the keyboard for a while, I typed 3,000 words in half an hour, deleted 2,999, and only one remained.

"Pierre, have you returned from the scolding?"

Russell took the initiative to give up the computer: "I just finished warming up for you, let's start typing the report!"

"No, the director is very annoyed at me for not doing my job these days, and scolded me all over my face."

Pierre looked at Russell with resentment on his face: "The director still used you as an example. If I was as efficient as you, he wouldn't lose his hair in anger."

"Don't listen to his nonsense, it's just a hair follicle strike to vent your anger." Russell decided to side with Pierre.

"That's what I said, and then I got out..."

Pierre covered his face: "Man, you made me miserable, and you promised to help me solve the case,

But what happened? "

"The result was perfect. All the cases were solved, and those who should be arrested and punished should be punished. The report in your hand will be included in the file."

"Not yet, what about the Korean gangster case?"

"It's a home care products company, to be precise, very high-end, not some Korean gangster."

Russell calmly explained: "According to my investigation, this company mainly deals in nutrition and health care, beauty and makeup, home care and other products."

"Sounds like the Korean version of Amway."

Pierre complained, and continued: "But you told me last time that there is no clean business in the world, and there must be something wrong with this company."

"That's right, but the focus is not on this company. Their main business is tax evasion at most. This is what the IRS should worry about."

Russell lowered his head and whispered, "The problem is with the shareholders of the company. The Sopranos from South Korea are planning to settle in New York. It's the early stage. Their business is really clean, and there's nothing I can do about it."

"So?"

"So, I'm going to wait and see for a while, and wait until their hands and feet are dirty before doing anything."

Russell said seriously, in fact, with Pierre as a free typist, he briefly checked the Korean cosmetics company and went to investigate other cases.

If he really wanted to get entangled in a case and not let go, he was not efficient enough to solve the case so quickly.

"Hey hey, you're so bad!"

"No appointment, thank you!"

Russell declined, showing that he is a 'straight' man, and patted Pierre on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I don't have any other advantages, but I definitely mean what I say. There is a situation with the cosmetics company, and I will definitely get it right the first time." .”

"first timing?"

"Yes, you may not believe it, I have developed several informants over there."

Russell smiled smugly. With his handsome appearance, the cosmetics company is basically his staff, and now he is waiting for the other party to be dishonest.

Jingle Bell! Jingle Bell----

The phone rang, Russell nodded after connecting, hung up the phone and raised his eyebrows at Pierre: "There is a situation over there, I will come when I go, I will call you if there is a situation, remember to bring a few more police cars people."

"Don't you need my help?"

"No, I'm afraid you'll be holding back."

"..."

...

XXX Corporation!

The police car stopped at the parking lot of the medical institution. Russell strode across the parking lot and went straight to the office building. The whole journey was unimpeded, and no one came forward to ask and stop him, as if he was a transparent person.

The medical institution located in Brooklyn, the original company moved out, and settled in a Korean home care product company, which is still under renovation, and decoration workers can be seen everywhere, as well as the noise of construction.

The office building is no different from an ordinary company except that there are more bodyguards with tattoos in suits and sunglasses.

Russell came here once before, and there were not so many bodyguards. The sudden increase today is because the company's major shareholder rushed to New York by private jet to supervise the construction progress.

For rich people, it is understandable to have more bodyguards.

Click!

At the end of the corridor on the fourth floor, Russell pushed open the office door of the large conference room. Inside were two rows of Koreans in neat suits, ties, tattoos, and gold-rimmed glasses. They looked like standard social people.

The middle-aged man who presided over the meeting looked at Russell suspiciously. He always felt that he had seen this face somewhere before, and bowed his head in silence.

"~!@#￥%..."

A series of shouts sounded, Russell pulled out his ears and showed his police officer ID: "NYPD, I suspect that someone here is illegally possessing guns, please cooperate with me in the investigation."

"Hahaha..." xN

There was a series of laughter in the conference room, and Russell also smirked, because the laughter was so cold that in the end, he was the only one laughing.

A man in a suit stood up abruptly, grinning grinningly and stretched out his hand to his arms. Suddenly, a loud shout sounded, scaring the man in the suit back to his original position.

The man presiding over the meeting stood up, walked quickly towards Russell, bowed respectfully and then stretched out his hand: "Hello, Mr. Russell, my surname is Li, and I am the president of this company. It is a great honor to meet you."

"It turned out to be Mr. Li, who has admired his name for a long time. By the way..."

Russell ignored the hand that was handed over, raised his eyebrows and said, "We know each other?"

"You don't know me, but I know you. Before I came to New York, I had contact with Mr. Winston, and he showed me your picture."

Mr. Li didn't take it seriously, and covered his flustered expression with a simple and honest smile: "Please rest assured, Mr. Winston taught me the rules. New York is your territory, and we will not mess around here."

What is my territory, you boy, don't spout blood!

"Mr. Winston... you mean Captain Blackbeard?"

Russell rolled his eyes speechlessly. Regardless of the purpose of Winston's use of his deterrent power, it is an indisputable fact that New York's underground world has become much more stable.

"Since you understand the rules, let's start with the procedure. Do all the people in the room have gun licenses?"

"..."

The corners of Mr. Li's mouth twitched, and after a while he smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Russell, we only carry weapons for self-defense. After all... this is New York after all, and the local gangsters are very xenophobic."

"How is it possible, you are my own sons, coming to the United States is like going home, no one can exclude you!"

Russell snorted and sneered, shaking his police officer's ID card: "Stop talking nonsense with me, now your second uncle in New York wants to check his gun license, and if he can't produce a certificate, all of them will follow me back to the police station to pick up soap."

"..."

A group of men in suits showed anger, Mr. Li turned around and roared, slapped one of them down, and then smiled repeatedly at Russell.

Just as he was crying, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and a man in a suit stepped forward quickly and whispered in his ear.

Russell heard clearly that the cargo had a problem at the airport, the escort rebelled, and all the brothers over there were killed.

The corner of his mouth curled up into a happy smile, and he walked to the conference hall and sat down on the edge of the sofa, eating black and white, he liked the plot.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Bang————

There was a sudden change, and there were several gunshots in the corridor, and then the gunshots were loud like a battlefield.

Two rows of bodyguards in black suits stood up, glanced at Mr. Li, and after getting a nod, they all drew their guns and rushed out of the meeting room, making the gunfire in the corridor intensify again.

Within two minutes, gunshots continued one after another, and there were occasional screams.

Mr. Li was sitting on pins and needles, looked at Russell with pleading eyes, got a back of his head, gritted his teeth with a sullen expression, and asked the remaining bodyguards in the conference room to go out to help.

About thirty seconds later, the gunfire stopped, and Mr. Li breathed a sigh of relief.

Boom!

The door was violently kicked open, and a familiar face came into Russell's sight.

【Ding】.

[The host contacts the plot character Lucy, triggers the lottery, and gets two chances for the lottery. Do you want to draw now? 】

Russell: "..."