In Nassau County, Long Island, Russell and the officers waved goodbye, boarded the expressway, and galloped to the area.

The first time he entered a place where a rich man lived, his most intuitive feeling was that the road was wider, the house was shorter, the garden was bigger, and then it was gone.

Indeed, Long Island is densely populated and has more residents than Russell thought.

I thought that this place was vast and sparsely populated, mansions were everywhere, and rows of maid outfits floated on the road, but it turned out to be no different from towns far from the city, and there were more luxury cars.

Ding dong~~

Russell rang the door of Stanfield's villa, and after a while, the door opened, and a middle-aged uncle with a scruffy beard and a decadent face appeared in front of him.

"Excuse me, are you Sheriff Stanfield?"

Russell took out the photo and put it in front of Stanfield to compare it, it's right to be himself, but what's going on with this decadent uncle's temperament, he has already received a notice from Sirius?

"Yes, I'm Stanfield, just call me Stanfield. If you're not mistaken, you must be Officer Russell, you came in time, and I would have killed myself by swallowing a gun a little later. ”

Stanfield's eyes are blank, and his pupils are out of focus when he speaks, giving the impression that no one is in his eyes.

But no, he was just tormented by despair to the point of numbness, and nothing mattered.

"Okay, Sheriff Stanfield."

Russell took out the handcuffs: "Unfortunately, you have been arrested, please come with me." ”

"Ah, don't bother, I'm ready."

Under Russell's surprised gaze, Stanfield took out the handcuffs from his lower back, handcuffed himself up, and then calmly walked to the police car, opened the door and sat in the co-pilot.

Russell: "......"

Is it so cooperative?

"Sheriff Stanfield, I don't mean to offend, but ...... Are you getting the wrong tendon? ”

Russell shrugged, got into the driver's seat and drove back to the precinct.

"No, I'm normal, normal people lose everything, they will have a reaction with me."

Stanfield tilted his head against the car window, his brain was empty, and he said meaninglessly: "The money I love, the women I love, they are all gone from me, I just want to sit in the prison cell now, quietly waiting for my life to come to an end." ”

This man has a problem with his brain!

Russell didn't know why, so Stanfield had an open exchange with him, and finally understood why this thing wanted to be quiet.

Russell overestimated Tony, and the reason for the killers' crazy attack had nothing to do with his capture of Tony, but Stanfield placed an order to buy his life for 6 million US dollars.

As he went on a killing spree, he killed more than 200 killers in a very short period of time, and the bounty soared all the way to a sky-high price of 300 million US dollars.

This is the root cause of Stanfield's despair, he went bankrupt, and his entire net worth of 50 million US dollars was lost.

Even if he is not arrested today, every penny he earns in the future will be automatically credited to the bounty amount by the Continental Hotel, and in the face of the sinkhole of 250 million US dollars, he chooses to shut himself up in prison.

Stanfield also thought about giving Russell a shot when he opened the door, making 300 million US dollars and becoming a winner in life in one fell swoop.

But as soon as he thought that Russell had killed more than 200 killers like eating and drinking, he gave up his unrealistic fantasies, and he knew very well that even if he could really kill Russell, the Continental Hotel would not pay him 300 million US dollars.

The operator once said that his head was only worth $30,000, a whopping $50,000, and couldn't be more.

Comparing his heart to his heart, Stanfield pondered that he was the manager of the Continental Hotel, and he would make a wise choice between $50,000 and $300 million.

"You placed the order, huh...... Thank you for your hard work. ”

Russell glanced at Stanfield sympathetically, and to be honest, he was a little moved, and wanted to use his head to go to the New York branch of the Continental Hotel to exchange pocket money.

Although he doesn't value money, the 300 million US dollars is really fragrant, and he doesn't have Stanfield's concerns, if the Continental Hotel dares not to pay, he dares to defraud the corpse on the spot to collect debts.

"Sheriff Stanfield, don't worry, I will help you recover the 50 million dollars of stolen money. Ill-gotten wealth should be handed over, not put in a killer company and let them invest in real estate. ”

Russell kindly comforted Stanfield, but it was useless, the latter was empty, and he had reached the state of not being moved by money.

A very noble person!

This also directly proves that the most direct way to get a man out of low-level interests is to bankrupt him.

……

At the substation, Russell handed over Stanfield, and the director called his superiors, and soon a heavily armed tactical team came to escort the prisoner Stanfield and his ledger away.

"You've done a great job, but this case won't be made public, and you won't be added to your honor book, so be prepared."

"I know, what kind of struggle is that!"

Russell made an OK gesture, and the task progress prompted 4/50 for ordinary cases, which was what he wanted.

"Stay at home for the next three days and don't go anywhere......"

The director said, his face suddenly complicated: "I heard that you did a crazy thing today, a total of two hundred and thirty-seven killers were killed by you, and not a single one was left alive. The scene is like a slaughterhouse, they pass the head over and you pull the trigger. ”

"Well, Sheriff Stanfield learned that I was investigating him, and he paid me to disappear forever."

Russell scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "You must not have imagined that my head is worth 300 million US dollars, and I may be very busy in the next period of time." ”

"300 million!?"

The director exclaimed, and the look at Russell became more complicated: "To tell you the truth, I almost pulled out my gun just now." ”

Russell complained speechlessly: "I can see it, your hand is still touching the holster!" ”

"Uh, sorry."

The director took his hand away with difficulty, took a sip of the coffee cup, and said slowly: "You are very dangerous now, I want to contact my superiors, no matter what, I will protect you first." ”

"I don't need protection, and no one has given me any guarantees, and the bodyguards who imprisoned me don't have any ideas."

Russell shook his head again and again, he didn't want to kill all the bodyguards who were protecting him while he was being protected. ”

"Makes sense!"

The Director said, struggling to remove his hand from the holster again.

In his eyes, Russell is no longer a human being, but a moving vault with 300 million US dollars in it.

The sheriff pondered that he couldn't resist the temptation, and that it was certainly impossible for anyone else, and maybe there were already people outside the office who had bad intentions.

"Director, it's okay, I'll go first."

"You're doing a good day."

Before Russell went out, the director suddenly said something that had no beginning or end.

"What?"

"Next time someone wants to take you away, don't leave with them no matter what method you use, otherwise it will be difficult for me to get you back."

The director had a serious face and admonished: "Come to my office, I don't care about other police departments in New York, but here, I am the boss, and no one can touch my people." ”

Russell was a little moved in his heart, and after a while, he was speechless: "Director, it will be more convincing to take your hand off the holster." ”

"Damn, my hand won't listen to me."

“……”

Russell rolled his eyes speechlessly, pushed the door and was about to leave, when the director spoke again.

"Russell, controlling the situation doesn't have to kill all the enemies, I know that killing everyone can maximize your own safety, but ......"

The director stretched out his hand and made a gesture, and said with an ugly face: "It's too much, that's more than two hundred lives, people will think that you are a cold-blooded butcher, not a righteous policeman, understand?" ”

"Uh, I'll try my best!"

Russell blinked, he felt that he had not erased the entire ghetto from the map, and it was already very restrained.

After all, he is also a person with status, in this world, there are not many people who are qualified to sit down and brag with him, and he has to be a satan to start, and the elf queen can only kneel or something.

Of course, the elven queen wanted to lie down, and he didn't mind.

……

Apartment!

After being put on a three-day long vacation by the director, Russell was stuck on the sofa and petting the cat, wondering how to deal with the past in his free time.

For the award ceremony, he didn't care on the surface, but in his heart he was looking forward to it, maybe a little regret in the past, he was very eager for the 'Battle Cross', which symbolizes the honor of the New York police.

Although he is not a real New York police officer, and he will leave at the end of his mission, it is better than nothing, and it is better to have it than nothing, and it is not bad to use it as a memorial memory.

Bang Bang Bang!

There was a knock on the door, and the T-1000's transformed beauty sparkled to the door, jumped to the doorknob, and easily opened it.

"What, this cat still opens the door?"

Max was excited, and stepped forward to have an intimate contact with Mei Short, and unsurprisingly, the hot chest was attached to the cold ass, and she was disgusted by Mei Short.

"Two beauties, have you figured it out?"

Russell raised his eyebrows, rubbed his hands together and looked expectant.

"Officer Russell, forcing two young women with a normal orientation into Lala, isn't this a loss for you men?"

Max complained that she was ready to sacrifice herself at any time in order to realize her dream, but she realized that she had sacrificed too much.

"As for the marriage certificate, show me it."

"...... here"

Caroline opened her handbag and handed Russell an A4-sized piece of colored paper.

The text on the top of the colored paper is the English 'marriage certificate', the left is a Western-style church pattern, and in the middle is a few lines of text, including the name of the woman and the official seal of the government.

All in all, very basic!

Looking at the signatures of the two, Russell pouted slightly: "That's it, no wedding photos or anything like that?" ”

"No, we don't have the money to take wedding photos."

"I'm going to give you a set of wedding photos and find the best photographer in New York."

“……”x2

Caroline's life entered a new low, and she was weak enough to pick up her short skirt and show off her two long legs: "Officer, don't you think about it anymore?" ”

Perhaps feeling unconvincing, she turned around and unbuttoned Max's chest twice, and the visual impact was extremely shocking.

Max was very cooperative, and took a few poses that looked sideways into the peaks of the ridge.

"Caroline, you should find someone who can make you laugh, like Max, not someone like me who makes you handsome and cry!"

Russell looked left and looked at the left, and compared his heart to the two: "I have to say, you have made up for each other's shortcomings, made in heaven." ”

After speaking, he took out his credit card from his pocket and handed it over: "There is no password, take it and spend it casually, the marriage certificate will be deposited with me, don't let me catch you cheating in marriage." ”

"Also, a friendly reminder, I am not optimistic about your small cake business, and it will definitely go bankrupt."

"No, it's not optimistic about your luck, instead of investing in the bamboo basket and finally empty, it's better to eat and drink and buy a few more brand-name clothes, bags or something, and leave a good memory of being rich."

"Thank you for your kindness, but we will definitely succeed, I am a top student at Wharton...... Let's ......."

Russell's eyes cleared, and when he came back to his senses, there was only the T-1000 left in the room.

He turned on telepathy and planted psychic hints to keep the ill-intentioned killers away from the apartment, and he didn't want to go on a killing spree before the bestowal ceremony.

Contrary to his wishes, Russell did not want to use violence, but some people insisted on forcing him to carry a knife.

The next day, Russell received a call from the director that the award ceremony had been postponed and he had been suspended.

"Who did it?"