End of the Sky

"Who did it, the man on Steinfell?"

Russell asked with a stinking face, and the voice activated the director's inner spiritual seed, letting him tell the whole story.

不是 "No, there are some people behind Stan, and some do have some skills, but since the police dare to investigate him, you are not afraid that these people will make trouble."

Director Wu helped Russell rule out a wrong answer: "You are very clever. You should be able to guess that tracing Stan is just the beginning. It is a signal that catching the talent behind him is the focus. So these people are not afraid. The police department is not afraid of them.

"Who else can they not be?"

"All sides ..."

The director talked about the bad situation now: "As I feared, the killing of more than two hundred killers in the slums was verbally criticized, and two members suggested that your killing style is not worthy of the 'Cross of Fighting Cross' 'You ca n’t even continue to be a police officer. They worry that you will have a neurotic attack and shoot at the crowd.'

"Congressman, what does this have to do with them?" Russell was puzzled.

"There is a big relationship. The two members of the council are monitoring the police work. They are powers, not optional speakers."

Russell nodded, then the question arises, who is so big-faced that the two members of the parliament can take the initiative to target his ordinary policeman?

The answer is obvious. Continental hotels, to be more precise, people who run continental hotels.

According to Russell's talk to the killers, Continental Hotel has multiple branches around the world, and its power is so large that it only exists in movies. Behind it is a super underground organization jointly formed by global gangsters.

High table!

组织 This organization has established the rules of the underground world. All people who work in the underground world, such as killers, must abide by the rules they have established, and offenders will be cleaned up mercilessly.

Such a large organization has neither money nor connections. Naturally, Russell was suspended.

"About your suspension, it is the result of the police station's hard work. Be careful, you are now dangerous."

The sheriff reminded me, adding: "In addition to the pressure from the lawmakers, the media are also reporting the deaths of more than 200 people in the slums. On TV, it's fine. The Internet media has begun an overwhelming offensive. Your reputation A little ... bad. "

"How bad?"

"Uh, online media evaluates you as a murderer, you have the ability to kill everyone, you have the ability not to kill them, and you choose the former method, if the conclusion of the coffin, you may not be able to do it Police! "

Boom! !!

The black mist behind Russell exploded, a rampant demonic face opened, and the beautiful short-haired T-1000 turned to tremble at the corner, the liquid metal collapsed, and provoked into a ball.

The sky in New York City, shrouded invisible darkness, thunder thundered through the darkness, and a loud boom shook the city.

In the spiritual world, the system ran head-on, and was screamed all the way by lightning.

After three seconds, the wind was light and light, and everything returned to normal.

"I know!"

Russell hung up the phone with no expression on his face, the demon face behind him was replaced by the holy light, an angel who fluttered from reality to reality, opened his holy wings and wrapped him.

"Nothing to do with the police, devil?"

Russell said to himself, the angel behind him silently changed from white to black, three pairs of black wings spread out, and handed a black flame sword to Russell.

"Go!"

Russell said angrily, waving his hand to slap the shadow of the fallen angel behind.

He is terrible. His mental activity is actually embodied in the real world. He urgently needs to harvest a wave of people to calm down.

"It hurts so much. Without a five-digit soul sacrificing darkness, I might be transformed into a great devil who destroys the world ..."

Russell's eyes turned black, dark mist emerged from the corner of the mouth, hazy, red fierce light replaced the parts of his eyes, he slapped his face on the face, replaced with a **** face full of righteousness: "In order to save the world, they can only be wronged Dedicate yourself! "

Go out, leave, get in the car, destination: Continental Hotel New York Branch!

Uh ...

Continental Hotel New York Branch.

The grand and magnificent general manager's office, high-end furniture, precious art, and stylish interior decoration styles, interpret the word 'noble'.

Is not an outburst of red fruit gold and silver, but a true aristocrat who has the heritage and experienced precipitation and edification.

The uncle manager Winston was burned by the recent troubles, the New York branch suffered heavy losses, and even his foundation was shaken.

There seemed to be not many 237 people, but many of them were the ones he had cultivated in one hand. The death of these people seriously affected his right to speak in the organization.

I beep! !!

The call was dialed, and the dark clouds on Winston's face were scattered. He said kindly, "John, have you considered going out again?"

"Are you in trouble?"

虽然 "Although I don't want to say this, it is true. A lunatic killed me more than two hundred people. I need your help to help me stabilize New York in case an ulterior **** breaks the order here."

"..."

Hearing the silence across the phone, Winston continued: "That was a terrible guy. In the head-on battle, he suppressed the 237 killers alone and killed them all, saying that they were monsters too. It's no exaggeration. "

"Winston, I'm retired."

"I know, I don't want to disturb your peaceful life, but for friendship's sake, can you help your old friend?"

Winston sighed, "I can't think of anyone else to kill that monster except you."

"Winston, I'm not his opponent, you said that, he's a monster."

"Yes, ordinary people can't deal with monsters, but the devil can. You are the famous" Night Demon ", the strongest killer!"

"..."

"Come on, John!"

"Sorry, I ... I don't want to talk about this now, give me a few days to think about it."

"Yes!"

Hanging up the phone, Winston's face looked a lot better. John didn't agree, but he didn't directly refuse, and there was talk.

At this time, the phone on his desk rang and an important guest came to visit him.

Uh ...

"Wow, Mr. Adjudicator, what's the matter here?"

Winston smiled and greeted people with every move, full of medieval aristocratic charm, elegant but unintentional.

"Mr. Winston, I don't have much to say. I'm here to give a message to the twelve managers of the high table. The humiliating failure of the New York branch has made the entire mainland hotel and even the high table conference disappear."

The adjudicator had a zombie face and said sternly: "Twelve managers have doubts about your ability, so they assigned me to New York to take full responsibility for this matter to save the lost credibility."

"just you?"

Winston converged with a smile, his face turned cold: "Mr. Adjudicator, I'm not questioning your strength ... well, I'm questioning you."

"Mr. Winston, I come from the high table, please pay attention to your words."

The adjudicator's tone was indifferent without anger.

"I know, I have served the high table for 40 years, and I'm much more loyal than your hairy boy. Hey, it's rude, I should hold back my laughter."

Winston said a sincere apology and laughed more than covering his mouth.

"Mr. Winston !!"

He was repeatedly ridiculed, the adjudicator couldn't hold back his anger, his eyes flashed fiercely.

"Look, Mr. Adjudicator, I didn't mean to offend the high-level table meeting, it didn't mean anything, I just looked at you."

Winston held up his wine glass and pointed at the surroundings. "This is New York, my place, my kingdom, and I decide everything here."

"The high table can take everything back, but be sure to send a guy who is more reliable, not the kind of idiot who has high toe and makes me want to order a reward as soon as I enter ..."

所以 "So, do you understand me, Mr. Idiot?"

Huh!

The adjudicator slammed the table, glaring at Winston, gritting his words, saying, "Pay attention to your words. I don't want to add a task of adjudicating the hotel manager for this trip."

"Hehehe, you can't do it, you don't have that ability."

"Mr. Winston, you can give it a try. I brought the most elite troops, and forty armed killers were just outside the hotel. As long as I ordered, ..."

"Trial ... No, Mr. Idiot."

Winston raised his hand to stop, teasingly said: "Before you order me, you should call the hotel to shut down the hotel or you will die. This is a rule. The hotel's carpet must not be stained with blood."

"I know, I don't need you to remind me."

"No reminder, after all, you are an idiot!"

"Asshole !!"

Uh ...

Hey!

迈 Comaro stopped at the hotel in the mainland, Russell stepped out of the car, and handed the driving doorman a hundred dollars. Www.wuxiaspot.com. Then, with his surprised gaze, he walked into the hotel door unscrupulously.

"That guy, 300 million heads ... I read the right person, right?"

The doormen were right, the needles in the hotel lobby could be heard, or the killers who were sitting or standing were all shocked, some couldn't believe their eyes.

While being rewarded by the rewarder, the emperor appeared at the killer headquarters in New York. What is the rhythm?

Continental Hotel has regulations that killing is prohibited inside the hotel, blood cannot stain the floor, and anyone who breaks the rules will be deported and offered a reward.

But today's situation is a bit special. The killers are puzzled. If Russell fires, will they fight back or not?

A group of people looked at each other, wondering what to do.

Snapped!

Russell took the M9 at the front desk: "I'm looking for ... who, you in charge here."

The hotel receptionist, Caron, chatted for two seconds and politely said, "Sorry, sir, the manager is ..."

Click!

Russell raised his gun and aimed at Karon's head: "I'm looking for the person in charge, thank you!"

"Please wait."

Karon put away the useless nonsense and said after a phone call: "Please take the elevator over there and the manager will wait for you in the office."

He Zheng said, walking out of the hotel security of Rengao Marta, he made a 'please' gesture to Russell.

"Intuition tells me that elevator doesn't lead to the manager's office ..."

Russell grunted at Caron and turned to the elevator: "But it doesn't matter. Always have appetizers before dinner ... not dessert."