End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

Smith left alone, although the time of acquaintance was very short, but Russell recognized him as a pure man. Reaching out to unrelated babies, going through fire and water for the woman you love, you couldn't ask for more from this man.

Regarding Smith's request, Russell vowed in his heart that he would return Quintana and the baby to the other party intact no matter what.

Russell drove around the outskirts of the city, first filled up the car, and then went to the supermarket to buy some baby essentials. Smith, a poor man, doesn't even have the money to buy diapers for the baby, and even his weapons and ammunition are collected from corpses.

Is this poor ghost really a killer?

"Where should we go next?" Quintana was a little uneasy, thinking about Smith.

Russell comforted: "Anywhere is fine. If you are tired, go to sleep first. Maybe Smith will come back when you wake up."

"But we are so aimless, can Smith find us?" Quintana changed the baby's diaper, picked it up and kissed it.

"Of course, he is a professional after all..." Russell paused as he spoke, thinking about the unreliable cross, he was a little choked up for a while.

Quintana noticed Russell's pause and questioned, "Are you sure?"

Russell shrugged: "Just kidding, I left him my phone number before, and he will call me."

...

The situation on Smith's side is not very good, and the seriousness of the situation has exceeded his expectations.

After parting with Russell, he was soon hunted down by the Hammerson Arms Company. The short leader was extremely persistent with him, and he would not give up until he killed him with his own hands.

This group caused Smith a lot of trouble, but it was just trouble. He managed to get rid of the group and contacted Senator Rutledge.

The congressman agreed to have an interview with Smith, and the two sides met on the plane. The congressman's condition was not very good, and he was seriously ill and was about to burp. The baby in Smith's hand was his only life-saving straw.

If this is the end of the matter, then there will be nothing more to do with Smith, and the baby will be handed over to the MP, and everyone will be happy.

It's a pity that Congressman Rutledge is a politician, and he is the leader of all the Democratic candidates in the presidential election. This kind of person will bet his great future on Smith?

The answer is of course impossible!

Congressman Rutledge believed in his political skills even more. After learning that the safe house had been destroyed and all the surrogate mothers had died, he immediately contacted the majority shareholder of Hammerson Arms Company to discuss a settlement. As long as he can retrieve the surviving baby and support him as president, he will use his power to give some convenience to the Hammerson Arms Company.

For example, let go of the restrictions on gun control, people can buy submachine guns for hunting!

As for his own gun ban bill and his promise to the public during his speech tour, they are not worth mentioning in the face of power and survival, and they are all left behind.

Of course, the speech should still be a speech, should we call for the ban on guns or should we call for the ban on guns, otherwise how can we win votes?

Congressman Rutledge never paid attention to Smith, and regarded him as a little lucky little guy, maybe a little clever, and he let the CIA trick Smith into getting on the plane.

The unlucky Smith met the major shareholder of the Hammerson Arms Company and the stubborn, short leader on the plane. Smith acted first, took the congressman as hostage, and successfully retreated to the belly of the plane.

"It's useless, here is an altitude of 7,000 meters, there are more than a dozen bodyguards outside, you have nowhere to escape!" Congressman Rutledge was tied to the door by Smith, trying to persuade him.

He wasn't worried about being killed, and if he died, Smith wouldn't live.

"Even if it's for yourself, you should think about it. I think you are very skilled. The future president still needs a personal bodyguard..."

"To shut up!"

Smith glared at the congressman viciously: "It's not for me,

But for that woman and child, if I kill you, no one will hunt them down again. "

"What, are you crazy!?"

The congressman was stunned on the spot, he could feel that Smith was not joking, but how could two wild dog-like pariahs equate his life, this is ridiculous!

"I'm not crazy!" Smith pointed his gun at the congressman's head: "Your death will arouse public outrage, and your gun ban proposal will be supported by angry people, Congress will pass your bill, and your last wish will come true .”

Congressman Rutledge was in a bad mood after listening to it. He felt that Smith probably misunderstood the US imperialism.

The so-called ban on guns is just a slogan, a rhetoric used by presidential candidates to fool the people into voting. There are too many capitalists in this country who make money from weapons, so it is impossible to ban guns. Everyone laughs and forgets.

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, the congressman felt that if he didn't say anything, he would never have to speak in the future.

As an excellent politician, Congressman Rutledge believes in his eloquence, and was trained by the CIA on how to deal with being kidnapped. He analyzed Smith's thinking mode and put on an official expression during a speech.

"Shoot! I hope my death can restore some dignity to this country. The people need a safe living environment, and my death is the stepping stone to overthrow the raging guns..."

Councilor Rutledge was shocked, with a look of death on his face, quite a bit of heroism. In fact, he was very proud that Smith was just a gangster at the bottom of society, and he would definitely be impressed by his uprightness. Considering that he was still a presidential candidate, maybe Smith would bow down and become his loyal younger brother.

Thinking of this, Senator Rutledge nodded deeply: "Come on, shoot! I'm ready..."

Boom!

Smith shot Congressman Rutledge in the head, and said disdainfully, "Idiot, do you think I'm a fool?"

The gunshot alarmed everyone on the plane. They realized that something had happened to the congressman, and they began to storm the cabin door frantically, but the corpse of the congressman happened to block the door, and they couldn't get in without destroying the body.

After killing the future president, Smith started his escape. He found a parachute and jumped from a height of 6,000 meters.

The angry bodyguards picked up the parachute and jumped off the plane. The congressman died, and their future was over. They wanted to kill Smith to make up for it.

More than ten people started a fierce gun battle at high altitude...

...

Scoff!

The sound of tires rubbing against the ground sounded, Russell stopped the Ford, and looked at the abandoned factory in front of him. The surrounding area is very open, there are no hiding spots such as high-rise buildings and grass, so there is no need to worry about encountering snipers, and the difficulty of protecting Quintana and the baby is greatly reduced.

"We're waiting here for news from Smith, and I have a hunch he'll be calling soon."

Russell said something reassuringly, he had a premonition of a fart, and he dared to speak for sure because he knew that Smith was the leading actor. According to his many years of experience in watching movies, the ending is generally happy, even if it is a tragedy, the hero will die in the arms of the heroine.

Russell parked the car in the warehouse and found a hidden place for Quintana to hide, while he stayed in another place to check for any suspicious people approaching.

Soon, Russell heard the whistling sound of falling objects, and when he looked up, he was stunned. There were no suspicious persons on the ground, but there were in the sky.

Men in black wearing parachutes fell from the sky like dumplings. They didn't open the parachute, landed in various handsome postures, and then all fell into small pancakes. The closest one was less than 10 meters away from Russell, and the impact sound when it landed made his heart jump.

"Dude, look at my hand, how much is it?"

"Read after me, two!"

There was no reply, it must have been cold, Russell ran quickly into the iron gate next to him, it would be ridiculous if he was smashed to death.

Another five minutes later, a white parachute slowly landed about 500 meters away from Russell. The other party saw the abandoned factory and staggered over.

Russell held the M9 tightly, and did not fire a shot until the opponent approached...the one who came was Smith.

When Smith saw Russell, he smiled miserably, clutched his injured shoulder, and fell straight down. In the air battle just now, he was unfortunately shot, and he was at the end of his strength.

Russell rushed over, helped him up, and said incredulously, "Damn, how the hell did you find this?"

"Hehe, do you want to learn? There will be a fee!"

Russell: "..."

Money is not a problem, but your behavior, the cross is very embarrassing!

Bobo's blood came out of Smith's hands, his face was almost bloodless, and he was very weak at the moment, and Russell carried him into the factory.

When Russell put Smith down, the latter had already fallen into a coma. Russell checked and found that Smith was shot in the right arm. Fortunately, the bullet missed the bone, and only scraped away a piece of flesh.

However, if the bleeding is not stopped in time, Smith will still die.

Russell only had the 'blood-sucking bandage' in his hand, which was useless. He took out the clean water from the car, cleaned the wound briefly, and pulled off his sleeve to help Smith's injured arm.

Quintana heard the movement outside and found that Smith was coming, and hurried over with the baby in his arms. Seeing that Smith was injured, tears were streaming down his face. Russell confirmed that Smith was not in danger of life, placed it in the co-pilot, and drove away.

The roar of the engine sounded again, Russell kicked the accelerator, Ford went straight to the factory gate, and returned at a faster speed 30 seconds later.

They were surrounded and blocked by four riot armored vehicles.

S.W.A.T! ! !