End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

In the small room, Smith experienced two fierce firefights, one with Quintana, and the other with the cool corpses on the ground.

Quintana went to the bathroom to change clothes and breastfeed the baby who was waiting to be fed. Russell and Smith are touching the corpse. The hotel is no longer safe, and the next wave of attackers may arrive at any time. The two hope to get useful clues from the corpse before the enemy arrives.

The attackers were all dressed in uniform. Smith judged that they were veterans and found clues from their guns.

After Quintana changed his clothes, the three of them didn't dare to delay, and drove away from the hotel quickly.

The cops were late again, and when Ford drove away from the hotel gate, the urgent alarm bells came from the corner of the street. In the rearview mirror, Russell saw more than ten police cars and two armored riot vehicles.

The explosion-proof car door opened, and two teams of special police came out with guns in their hands. They wore helmets and tactical vests. When they turned around, they revealed white English behind the black vests.

S.W.A.T! !

Russell frowned. S.W.A.T. He still knew that he would not be dispatched under normal circumstances. The main task was to deal with extreme violent crimes. Usually, the targets were heinous gangsters and gangs of underworld forces.

The appearance of this group of people means that Russell and Smith have been labeled as heinous by the people above.

【Ding! 】

[The host contacts S.W.A.T, which triggers a lottery draw. Do you want to draw now? 】

Well, there's at least one more piece of good news.

While comforting himself, Russell started the lottery draw, and soon, he got a character card from the system prompt.

[Character card: Swart (actually said that my transport ship's 100 kills and 0 deaths were using support, and kicked me out of the room, you bunch of rookies, I, Swart, never open it)]

Russell: "..."

Good kick, 100 kills and 0 kills, you are not the one who is hanging!

Smith was sitting in the co-pilot, holding a trophy in his hand, a pistol with a strong metal texture.

"Look at this, the Nite Tac pistol from Hammerson Arms, it's been on the market for less than six months, and all of them use that model."

"What's so interesting, isn't the truth obvious?"

Russell glanced at it and stopped paying attention. He had never heard of a weapon company called Hammerson. This is a weapon company that only appears in the plot. You can think of it with your toes. related.

Smith held the same opinion. It wasn't that he was too smart, but that the enemy was too stupid to send clues.

Russell drove the Ford outside the city, and people were chasing them everywhere, so they could only deal with it in the car tonight. The two elders had no objections, and Quintana held the baby in the back seat to herself. She was a hard-working person, and she was content with a place to stay.

Perhaps because of carrying a gun together, Smith's attitude towards Russell gradually became friendly, and he took the initiative to briefly describe the strange things he encountered.

Russell understood the whole story, and both of them were curious about the baby's confusing life experience. What kind of identity could attract such a crazy pursuit?

Smith decided to check out the so-called Hammerson Arms Company. Russell didn't want to join in the fun, and chose to stay on the grounds of protecting Quintana and the baby.

Quintana didn't want Smith to take the risk alone, but Smith nodded in agreement. Only by ensuring the safety of Quintana and the baby can he make a bold move.

The action was scheduled for the next day, and Smith left early in the morning. His plan was very simple. He first sneaked into the Hammerson Arms Company, and the rest played by ear.

The simple and crude plan made Russell speechless for a while, and he was even more sure that Smith was the hero of the new dungeon, because this is the treatment only the protagonist can get, and most people would die like this, so Russell would write his name upside down.

Smith was indeed the leading actor. After only half a day, he successfully brought back the information. The person who wanted to kill the baby was the major shareholder of the Hammerson Arms Company. The purpose of killing the baby was also very simple, to prevent the baby's father from getting a DNA-matched bone marrow transplant.

Then find out who is the father of the baby and give the baby to him, and Smith will be able to retire.

According to the clues collected by Smith, the baby's father suffered from an incurable disease, and because he couldn't find a matching donor, he gave birth to the baby by himself. He spent money to find three women who were willing to be surrogates, built a hidden safe house, and sent the CIA to protect these women.

After the analysis, it became very clear that the majority shareholder of Hammerson Arms Company attacked the safe house, and the baby in Smith's hands was the only survivor, and the baby's unknown father was a very powerful person, because he blocked John The interests of the Mawson Arms Company, the latter did everything possible to put him to death.

Russell was confused, and Smith's analysis made sense, but it always gave Russell a feeling of "God's perspective", thinking that the other party was a leading actor, all this became a matter of course again.

For the protagonist, this is all fundamental!

Within a few seconds of Russell's desertion, Smith quickly identified the baby's father. He picked up a newspaper stained with poop, pointed to the congressman whose face was covered with smears, and said with certainty: "It's him, Lutter Senator Rich!"

Russell: "Why?"

"He is powerful enough to mobilize the CIA, is a staunch gun banner, and has spoken for it more than once. If he becomes President, Hammerson Arms will go bankrupt!"

Russell: "..."

Forgive me for being hard to accept, but your reasoning is too fantastical, and I dare not write novels like this. Also, this newspaper came out at a perfect time!

Quintana chose to support the fanciful reasoning of his sweetheart: "If we contact Senator Rutledge, will we be safe?"

"No, that will only get worse. Not only the Hammerson Arms Company, but the entire US imperial government will come to hunt us down..." Smith said solemnly: "You have to take your children and leave here, and you can't come back until I solve everything. .”

"How do you solve it, confront a country?" Quintana yelled loudly. She didn't want Smith to be in danger again. She couldn't see any hope. She gave up on herself.

Smith grabbed the cheesy Quintana and met his affectionate eyes: "Trust me, I will solve this...for you."

Quintana fell in love immediately, and the two hugged each other tightly, and gnawed like no one else was there.

Seeing that the flames of war were about to ignite, Russell coughed moderately beside him, signaling his presence. It's useless, Smith's love is so deep that he can't be cold-hearted, and he gnaws on the woman he loves while licking his hands. Quintana also used Death Coil again, like an octopus, hooking Smith tightly with his limbs.

Russell: "..."

I should carry a video camera with me!

"Wow wow~~~"

Perhaps aware that the cafeteria was about to be occupied, the baby started howling and crying, Quintana's blurred eyes cleared up, pushed Smith away, and switched to motherly mode.

Smith stared aside, there were two of them, so it shouldn't matter if he shared one, right?

Russell held down the restless Smith, and said in a very speechless way: "Brother, the future will be long. After you solve everything, there will be plenty of time to dig tunnels. Now let me tell you about your plan. Don't you still want to play by ear?"

Russell didn't want to get involved in this incident, but if Smith was unlucky and honorable, he would have made a trip in vain. After counting the cards in the interface, he decided to do something.

"I appreciate your kindness, I can handle it alone..." Smith glanced at Quintana, and for the first time whispered to Russell: "Protect her and the children, I can't live without them."

Seeing this tough guy bow his head, Russell softened his heart: "No problem, I will hand them over to you intact, don't hide your secrets during training."

Smith smiled lightly and raised his fist: "Of course! If you add more money, I will consider teaching you some unique skills. Diapers and milk powder are not a small expense."

Russell raised his fist and bumped into it: "Don't worry, the cross will pay in full. How much milk powder you can earn depends on your ability."

Smith is happy, if he teaches Russell a unique skill, he can make a small profit, and he promises to make the cross go bankrupt.

"That's it, good luck!"

"You too!"

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【Fighting Street Diary】

I am very proud, because the great god will never be able to cut everything as I want.