In the parking lot, corpses are everywhere, and blood is soaring.

The Predator's whole body tensed, maintaining a high level of vigilance, his eyes locked on Russell, and at this moment, he only had prey in his eyes.

It doesn't matter if he kills or is killed, he will gain unprecedented glory in this battle.

The atmosphere of slaughter is pervasive, and the war is about to break out!

Correspondingly, Russell's increasingly confused dead fish eyes.

The fighter on the opposite side looks so serious, gambling on honor and life in the fight, shouldn't he put some water and fight a few more rounds, so that the other party can die a little face?

It's not proper, secretly releasing water will insult the honor of the Predator, but ...... If you don't release the water, you will kill it directly, and the other party will not lose face?

It's so tangled, what should I do?

Russell found himself too difficult, and at the level of the Predator, he could make the other person cry for a long time with one punch.

He respects the other party's belief in challenging himself, as well as the will to be obsessed with honor, and the previous few great opportunities, the Predator did not sneak attack in the melee, nor did he activate the electromagnetic cannon to poke and poke the face of the electric slurry.

Although it is the same as hitting and not hitting, this is not the point, the point is that the Predator's discipline makes Russell very admirable.

Because he doesn't have it, he thinks it's rare.

Boom!

Just when Russell's thinking was divergent, the Predator couldn't bear the tense atmosphere of the battle and took the lead in attacking.

He took out the spiral blade, pressed its surface, causing it to spin and eject seven flat, sharp blades, and then threw them at Russell.

The spiral flying blade tore through the air, Russell looked at the sharp blade whistling in, calmly analyzed, thought a little, and decided to save some face for the other party, and his footsteps rotated sideways, narrowly avoiding the edge.

Boom!

The Predator kicked his spear into the air with his toe on his toes in the gap between Russell's dodge and dodge, and then strode forward with a wrist knife and a double-edged spear in the other.

In terms of physical fitness, the speed, strength, and explosiveness of the Iron and Blood Clan far surpass that of humans, even if they are special forces who have undergone rigorous training, they can only give away their heads.

It has nothing to do with will, it's a racial gift.

Boom!

Russell's feet stopped, and the Edman Metal Knife was raised high, slashing down at the Predator who rushed in front of him.

The change was too sudden, and in the blink of an eye, he stabilized his balance and took advantage of the momentum to fight back, which made the Predator very uncomfortable, and hurriedly set up his spear to block.

There was a crisp sound, and sparks burst out.

The spear in the Predator's hand broke in two, and the tip of the knife slashed against his chest, and the cold cold stung his skin, leaving a bloody streak even though it had not been touched.

As the whistling sound began to rise, Russell turned his head to avoid the boomerang-like spiral blade, sending it straight for the Predator's face.

The Predator raised his hand to catch it, and his body retreated more than ten meters, opening a safe distance from Russell.

He threw away the broken spear and pressed down on the surface of the spiral blade, the sharp blade closing into four pieces, holding it in his hand as a melee weapon.

The second round of combat begins.

"If you want honor, I'll give you honor!"

This time, Russell took the lead in attacking, and he had already let go of the water once, and he would be a little more serious in the next few rounds.

Swish!

An afterimage flashed in an instant, the Predator lost Russell's figure in his eyes, and the shadow of death struck, he relied on his strong combat instinct and played at a super level, and suddenly turned around and put the wrist knife on his chest to block.

Snort!!

The sparks grinded, and the serrations on the wrist knife were flattened by the Erdman Alloy Knife, and the blade stabbed deep into the Predator's chest.

The Predator's eyes widened and he roared wildly, and his gibbon-like body structure made it easy to slash the spiral blade into Russell's cheek.

Click!

In his horrified gaze, Russell opened his mouth to bite the blade and slammed it to pieces.

Russell took a step forward, and the Edelman Metal Knife sank into the Predator's chest before accelerating into the exterior wall of the abandoned building.

The blade easily pierced through the wall, and the Predator was nailed to the wall, retracting his jammed wrist knife and clenching his hands into fists to slam Russell's head left and right.

With two muffled sounds, the Predator's fist burst out with green blood, and he couldn't help but scream in pain.

He worked hard, but the gap was like a chasm, so much so that his efforts were more like a struggle.

"The ...... of the Strong"

Green blood trailed the wall, and the Predator vomited blood as he spoke, and sat down against the wall as Russell pulled out his long knife.

"You are very good, you will be a good fighter in the future, leave your life to go back to level up, and you will be able to defeat me in two years."

Russell swung his sword and swept to the ground, the heavy sword pressing across the ground, crushing a dent and throwing the green blood off the blade.

He tucked the knife into his pants pocket and waved at the Predator, "Let's go, the police are coming later, and you can only stay here to go to the lab." ”

"Honor!"

The Predator stared straight at Russell, his eyes blazing with rage, and he saw his life as a shame.

As he spoke, he turned on the bomb on his arm, intending to activate it for an ugly fireworks display.

The Predator's wrist's control panel is versatile, and its ultimate ultimate, and most output-to-output, is to set up self-destruct.

When a Predator wants to die with glory and dignity at the last moment of his life, but does not want to leave traces of defeat, setting a countdown to self-destruct is the best choice.

Syllable!

Russell grabbed the Predator's wrist and let it break free with several exertions, before forcibly snatching the self-detonating control panel.

"Don't be like this, why bother to escalate into a disaster."

Russell slipped the control panel into his pocket, then pulled out the Sand Eagle Celestial, and attached the light of the 'Left Throne' to it, transforming it into a divine shotgun.

The silver background is gold-veined, integrating holiness and killing, and there is some sci-fi texture in the magical style.

It's amazing at first sight.

The Predator's face was less angry, and he closed his eyes and waited for death.

"Warrior, you point to glory......"

Boom!

With a gunshot rang out, the Iron Warrior's upper body exploded, and white flames swept through the surrounding area, incinerating his body and wiping out all the green blood around him.

Russell put away the sand eagle, and the black mist dispersed under his feet, engulfing and melting the Predator's weapon, only the visor and cuirass shoulder cannon hesitated.

He picked up the high-tech metal visor, thought about throwing it into his personal space, and did the same for the cuirass that loaded the shoulder cannon.

Ten minutes later, more than a dozen police cars arrived at the abandoned building, Russell was wearing a bulletproof vest with the words 'NYPD' printed on it, sitting on the front hood of his police car and playing with his mobile phone, next to the M9 and M4A1.

Faced with the corpse-strewn parking lot, all the police officers were stunned, and after reacting, they quickly pulled the cordon with the churning in their stomachs and asked their superiors for support.

"Put ...... Put your hands up! ”

A pale young police officer saw Russell and raised his pistol tremblingly, looking at his sweaty appearance, he probably didn't have the strength to pull the trigger.

"Bastard, it's your own people, put your gun down."

The sheriff pressed the pistol, looked at the young officer angrily, then took a deep breath, did not look at the corpses on the ground, and said to Russell, "You are Officer Russell, right?" ”

"Yes, I'm a ...... from Brooklyn"

"I know, Officer Russell, I've seen your show on TV before, it's just ......"

The sheriff nodded in response, and paused for a moment in the middle of the sentence before saying, "I received a call from my superiors, you reported that you were attacked by more than 200 killers, and it seems that I am already late." ”

"Okay, I thought it would be the reporters who arrived first."

Hearing Russell's complaint, the sheriff was speechless, hesitated for a few seconds, stepped forward and asked in a low voice: "Take the liberty of asking, did you do it?" ”

"Hmm."

Russell nodded calmly: "There are about 100 bodies in the parking lot, and about 130 in the abandoned building over there, so I don't need to look for an ambulance, I'm pretty sure there are no survivors." ”

“……”

The sheriff was silent for a long time, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with his cuffs, and said stiffly: "Officer Russell, please pay attention to the identity and wording, it is not appropriate to say so." ”

"Sorry, but that's a little bit simple."

Russell smiled, almost forgetting that he was a positive person.

"These two guns ......"

"I will cooperate, and you can take the important evidence directly."

"Thank you, and ...... You'll have to come with us yourself, because the death toll here is exaggerated. The sheriff said, wiping the cold sweat from his head again.

"Sheriff, be generous, I still have a case to deal with."

Russell raised his eyebrows: "To be honest, I went to arrest the criminals, but this group of people suddenly shot me on the street, and the street surveillance should be able to adjust to the video." ”

"Sorry, that's the rule."

The sheriff said he couldn't help and couldn't let Russell go until all the killers had been identified.

"Really can't be accommodating?"

"Not negotiable!"

“……”

Five minutes later, Russell sat in the police car, waving out the window to say goodbye, and the sheriff and a platoon of officers stood up and waved goodbye to Russell as well.

It is said that the eyes are the windows of the soul, and the zipper is the window of society.

After a few seconds of eye confirmation, the sheriff has a deeper understanding of Russell, a good cop who is detached from low-level tastes, and absolutely selfless and trustworthy.

To tell the truth, the sheriff has been in the industry for so many years, and he has never seen a more reliable and righteous person than Russell.

Therefore, the sheriff patted his chest, indicating that the rules are dead and people are alive.

Russell can leave, after all, he still has a task to do, there is no need to delay the precious time to arrest the criminal for a few corpses, in case the key criminal escapes, resulting in the safety of people's lives and property being threatened, no one can afford this responsibility.

Finally, the sheriff also mobilized other police officers to help Russell clear the obstacle and get his police car out of the way.

The officers were enthusiastic and expressed their honor, and then, under Russell's command, pushed the chaotic cars in the parking lot away.

"Officer Russell, if you have time to come to the precinct for coffee, freshly ground, you must come!"

"That's right, I have a sister I'd like to introduce to you."

"I have sisters too, twins!"

“……”

Russell waved his hand enthusiastically and said movingly: "Definitely, everyone rest assured, I will definitely go another day!" ”