End of the Sky

"Here is Russell. Who is this, please?"

"Sergeant Russell, this is Max. I remember you saved my number and a note name."

Russell heard that, and glanced at the caller ID on his mobile phone. The remark name was ‘Unlucky Egg’. He calmly ignored the details and continued: “Is there anything wrong, I am at work and it is inconvenient to answer the phone.”

"Conveniently tell me where are you now?"

"Manhattan!"

"It's like this ..."

里 On the phone, Max added jealousy, huh, huh, a lot of nonsense, and Russell's face kept changing.

"A tall, middle-aged killer with a teenage girl, and the killer may be a pervert abductor ... Max, are you serious?"

"Uh, he may not be a killer or an abductor, just doubt, doubt."

Max sent out an embarrassing smirk, and then continued: "But this possibility is not ruled out, you know, here is New York, with a large population base, and the probability of abnormality is very high."

"I see, I'll go back as soon as I solve the matter at hand. As for you and Caroline, don't be curious to visit the family and stay on the first floor."

I hung up the phone, Russell was speechless, and fell asleep to send a pillow, just in time.

刚 As soon as he thought about where to find the combination of Uncle and Loli, the other party was delivered to the doorstep and was hit by the unlucky sisters.

Is he too lucky, or is this unlucky pair?

The killer Leon is not in a hurry for the time being, and it is useless. With the bad traffic in New York, it will take some time to drive back from Manhattan to Brooklyn.

Fortunately, his task is basically completed today, and he is on his way back to Brooklyn. He cannot meet the peak period of work.

Stanfield's lover is a idiot. Russell didn't say a word. He just let his handsome face repent, ran away in pain and told about the crime. He also took the initiative to record and help take pictures of the evidence.

Finally, she opened the safe, took out the key evidence, and put a stack of books on the Comaro sports car.

Iron card is like a mountain!

The next thing you need is a witness, plus a confession from Stanfield, the goods are dead.

In fact, the evidence is enough. Even if Stanfield doesn't recognize life or death, he can't change the ending of his seat.

But Russell would like to meet with this sheriff. After all, she is Sirius + Gordon, and she may be given the skill of ‘Avadaso Mantra’.

车辆 The traffic in the front was suddenly congested. Russell looked at the long car without a word, saying that it wasn't the morning and evening rush hours. Why was the traffic jam?

落 He dropped the car window, heard continuous shootings and explosions in his ears, and looked at the calm passersby around, feeling the New Yorker's skillfully distressing.

取出 He took out the bulletproof vest in the carry-on space, put a magazine and M9 on his waist, put on Terminator sunglasses, and carried a 5.56mm M4A1 rifle out of the car.

At this time, a passer-by who took a mobile phone just took Russell's back and the white font behind the bulletproof vest-NYPD!

Uh ...

Boom! !! !!

炙 On the main road, the red fireballs rose, and on the road 30 meters apart, the two groups were fighting fiercely.

One was the crowded New York police, and the other was a Mexican gangster armed to the teeth. They were armed with heavy weapons, dressed in bulletproof vests, and used several cars as a line of defense. The police could not afford to lift their heads. beat back.

The sound of gunfire continued, smoke was everywhere, and the chaotic streets were like battlefields, adding a fierce fire to the approaching coolness of New York.

"Here is a live broadcast from the news station. Two Mounted Policemen were seriously injured in the rally. The police failed to approach them after several shocks. We can see that the two Mounted Policemen suffered severe blood loss and would not take rescue. They are likely to sacrifice their death. . "

"Here is the live broadcast brought by ABC. The scene has been completely out of control, like the **** described by Dante, the smoke of gunfire, the sound of gunfire and the arrogant laughter of madmen, turning the streets of New York into a slaughterhouse ..."

"A large number of policemen cannot bring victory. They have the best weapons, but they are actually a group of bales. A dozen drug dealers will hold them up ..."

"..."

In the front line with the police, there are also fearless New York reporters who risk their lives for live broadcasts. Some cameras are even more advanced than police officers.

From this we can see that the competition of the US television and radio network is very fierce.

"Sergeant, what's up?"

Russell Cat asked a middle-aged man wearing a golden police badge next to a car.

The sheriff didn't look back, raised his gun to pull the trigger, and leaned back on the car to change the magazine: "Damn Mexicans, they were blocked by the anti-drug police and went crazy on the street ..."

After saying this, the sheriff looked at Russell silently: "Who are you, new?"

"No, I'm from Brooklyn. I happened to be passing by because of a traffic jam, so ..."

"OK, no matter where you are, now I have the final say. Listen to my order later, don't show your might to death, understand?"

Sheriff Pu widened his eyes and warned Russell that he was annoyed by a young man who was scratching his head and head. He even wore sunglasses on the battlefield, pretending to show him?

Here is the battlefield, not a handsome bar nightclub, no girl will scream!

好 "Okay, but the two mounted police officers need help urgently."

Russell shrugged. Although the sheriff's tone was bad, he was generally a good person and he didn't care about it.

"I know, I'm already planning!"

The sheriff rushed Russell angrily, pulled out the interphone and shouted, "Where are the heavy weapons and armored vehicles, let alone they are pulled to fight, and they will not show up within thirty seconds. All American audiences can see our incompetence, and Two police officers died of excessive bleeding, right under our noses !!! "

The Sheriff was very angry, but there was no use for eggs. Before the Mexican gangster shot down the helicopter with a rocket launcher, the weapons of both sides were obviously not at the same level.

When I saw a madman with a crane gun, Russell was speechless. He determined that this was a movie plot, or in reality ...

Alas, maybe that's exactly what happened in New York.

"Sergeant, they can't hold on, I'll cover it and let your people carry the stretcher over." Russell finished, and got up and walked forward.

回来 "Come back, you **** bastard, you are not Superman."

Sheriff grabbed his hand and touched nothing, cursing the newcomer is trouble. Three seconds later, he was stunned and began to doubt life.

Russell held the M4A1 in his hand and turned on the firing mode. The first bullet after getting up was given to a gang member who had a heavy machine gun.

Shoot a headshot, and be sharp.

Twenty dozen Mexican gangsters fired, and the next five stood up and snapped the trigger at Russell.

Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!

For a moment, five bullets were continuously fired, almost an blink of an eye. All five were shot in the forehead and died neatly in less than a second.

The smoke-filled streets calmed down, Russell moved forward with his gun, and soon passed two seriously injured mounted police.

He lowered his head slightly and continued to move forward without expression. At this moment, a hand was stretched out from the Mexican gangster's car line, and the grenade held between five fingers was about to be thrown.

Huh!

There was a gunshot, his arm was broken, and the grenade fell to the ground. In a burst of yelling, seven or eight people jumped out.

Huh! Huh! Huh!嘭 ————

A gunshot represents a life. Several mad men are in the air, and the flower of life is like scarlet blood, which instantly blooms and then withers.

Rumble! !!

The sluggish grenade exploded, shattering the car glass and blowing hot waves.

The torch was reflected on Russell's sunglasses. He took three steps forward, turned his gun sharply, and headshot the gang members who were preparing to put black guns in the street store.

Then, the muzzle paused in the air, because a gang member hijacked the waitress in the store, the muzzle pointed at her head, and her body shrank behind her.

"Go away, stay away from me and drop your gun!"

Seeing Russell killing himself like killing a chicken with his own eyes, he understated and killed all his companions. The gang member was too excited because of fear, and the hand holding the gun trembled.

The waitress was even worse, with tears on her face, her legs softened and her spirits had collapsed.

别 "Don't be excited, you are already surrounded, there is no need to bear stubborn resistance."

Russell dropped his muzzle: "Well, let me find you a negotiator, and he will give you a car. In exchange, how about letting the lady go first?"

"Shut up, I let you drop the gun!"

Puppet gang members' hands holding guns trembled wildly, Russell slightly poked his mouth, raised his hand and threw M4A1 to the ground.

The next second, the gang members lost their intelligence and pushed away the unconscious waitress and aimed the black hole at Russell.

Huh!

With a gunshot, Russell put away his M9, and the gang members collapsed to their knees, a hole in front of the forehead, and behind the forehead ... nothing was left.

"..." xN

死 There was no sound on the main road, and the reporters on the street forgot to explain ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The camera shot straight into the picture of Russell picking up M4A1 and blowing off the dust.

It wasn't just them. Even the police officers at the scene were stunned. The stretcher that rescued the wounded was put on hold, and the two seriously injured households didn't hum. The look of Russell's eyes looked at God.

The ammunition was fired, the headshot was still in the chaotic battlefield, and they said they could not understand it.

This is not a movie!

Upstairs, the figure hidden in the dark stared at all this, scanning Russell's face to locate it as the next hunting target.

If Russell felt something, he looked up and swept around, shrugging his shoulders.

The sheriff stepped forward with a hammer on Russell's shoulder, his face twisted with excitement: "Boy, your TMD is so handsome, I like your sunglasses, what's your name?"

"Russell, the number is ..."

"I don't want to know the number, I just want to know if you are interested in coming to work in Manhattan. If you dare to refuse me, I will kill you."

算 "Forget it, my reputation is not very friendly."

Russell poked his lips slightly, saw a rush of reporters rushing, showing a sore expression, quickly reported the branch and his number to the sheriff, allowing him to go to the director for something.

After speaking, Russell bypassed the blockade, and reporters were ordered to ban entry into the crossfire area.

The camera came a long lens close-up to Russell's back, and his posture of carrying a gun showed the loneliness of the master, spreading to all households ...

This is the rhythm of fire!