"Who did that, the people above Stanfield?"

Russell asked with a stinky face, and his voice activated the spiritual seed in the director's heart, allowing him to tell the truth.

"No, there are indeed people behind Stan, and they do have some skills, but since the police dare to investigate him, they are not afraid of these people making trouble."

The director helped Russell eliminate a wrong answer: "You are very smart, you should be able to guess, tracking down Stan is just the beginning, a signal, catching the people behind him is the focus, so these people are not to be afraid, the police department is not afraid of them." ”

"Who else could it be if it wasn't them?"

"All sides ......"

The director said of the current dire situation: "As I feared, you were criticized for killing more than 200 killers in the slums, and two councillors proposed that your murderous style was not worthy of the 'Battle Cross', and that you could not even continue to work as a police officer, and they were afraid that you would one day have a nervous attack and shoot at the crowd. ”

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

"It has a lot to do with it, these two legislators supervise police work, they are powerful factions, not dispensable mouthpieces."

Russell nodded, then the question arises, who is so face-saving that can make the two parliamentarians personally take action against him, a mediocre little police officer?

The answer is obvious, the Continental Hotel, to be more precise, the people who run the Continental Hotel.

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

High table!

This organization sets the rules of the underworld, and all those who operate in the underworld, such as killers, must abide by the rules they have made, and those who violate them will be eliminated without mercy.

With such a large organization, there was neither a shortage of money nor connections, and it was only natural that Russell was suspended.

"Regarding your suspension, it is the result of the police department's hard work, be careful, you are in danger right now."

The sheriff reminded, then added: "In addition to the pressure from the councillors, the media is also reporting on the deaths of more than 200 people in the slums...... Not good. ”

"How bad is it?"

"Well, the online media commented that you are a murderous executioner, you have the ability to kill everyone, you have the ability not to kill them, and you chose the former way, if the coffin is closed, you ...... Maybe you can't be a police officer anymore! ”

Rumble!!

The black mist behind Russell exploded, a hideous demonic face opened, and the beautiful short transformed by the T-1000 was lying in the corner of the wall trembling, and the liquid metal collapsed and became a ball.

In the sky of New York City, an invisible darkness shrouded in, thunder streaked through the darkness, and a loud bang shook the entire city.

In the spiritual world, the system ran wildly with its head in its hands, and was slashed by lightning all the way.

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

"I see!"

Russell hung up the phone expressionlessly, the demonic face behind him was replaced by a holy radiance, and a fluttering angel turned from virtual to real, spreading his holy wings to wrap him.

"What do you do without being a cop, devil?"

Russell muttered to himself, and the angel phantom behind him silently changed from white to black, and three pairs of pitch-black wings spread out, handing a black flame greatsword to Russell.

"Get out!"

Russell said angrily, waving his hand to dissipate the phantom of the fallen angel behind him.

It's too bad that mental activity is actually concretized in the real world, and he urgently needs to harvest a wave of heads to calm down.

"My heart hurts, without a five-figure soul sacrifice to the darkness, I may become a great demon king who destroys the world......"

Russell's eyes were dark, black mist emerged from the corners of his mouth, hazy, red fierce light replaced his eyes, he slapped his face, and replaced it with a bloody face full of righteousness: "In order to save the world, I can only wronged them to dedicate myself!" ”

Exit, Walk, Get in the car, Destination: Continental New York!

……

Continental New York.

The magnificent general manager's office, high-end furniture, precious artworks, and stylish interior decoration style interpret the word 'aristocracy'.

It is not the sudden richness of Chiguo gold and silver, but the real aristocracy who has a background and has experienced precipitation and edification.

Manager Winston has been overwhelmed by recent troubles, and the New York branch has suffered heavy losses, and even his foundations have been shaken.

Two hundred and thirty-seven people may not seem like much, but many of them are his own people who he has cultivated single-handedly, and the death of these people has seriously affected his right to speak in the organization.

Toot Toot Toot Toot Too

When the phone was dialed, the dark clouds on Winston's face dissipated a lot, and he said kindly, "John, have you considered going back to the mountain?" ”

"Are you in trouble?"

"I hate to say that, but it's true, a madman killed more than 200 of my people, and I need your help to help me stabilize New York in case bastards with ulterior motives disrupt order here."

“……”

Hearing the silence on the other side of the phone, Winston continued, "That's a terrible fellow, in a head-to-head battle, he single-handedly suppressed two hundred and thirty-seven killers and killed them all, and it's not an exaggeration to say that it's a monster. ”

"Winston, I'm retired."

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

Winston sighed, "I can't think of anyone else who can kill that monster but you." ”

"Winston, I'm no match for him, you said, he's a monster."

"That's right, ordinary people can't deal with monsters, but the devil can, you are the famous 'Night Demon', the strongest killer!"

“……”

"Please, John!"

"I'm sorry, I'm ...... I don't want to talk about that right now, give me a few days to think about it. ”

"Yes!"

The phone hung up, Winston's face looked a lot better, John didn't agree, but he didn't directly refuse, and there was still talking.

At that moment, the phone on his desk rang and an important guest came to visit.

……

"Wow, Mr. Adjudicator, what's the matter with your visit?"

Winston has a smiling face, and his every move is full of medieval aristocratic charm, elegant but not deliberate.

"Mr. Winston, I won't say much more politely, I'm here to preach to the twelve managers of the High Table, the humiliating failure of the New York branch has made the entire Continental Hotel, and even the High Table Conference, lose face."

The adjudicator had a zombie face and said with a non-smug smile: "Twelve managers are skeptical of your abilities, so they assigned me to come to New York and take full responsibility for this matter in order to save the lost reputation." ”

"Just you?"

Winston retracted his smile and turned cold: "Mr. Adjudicator, I'm not questioning your strength...... Well, I'm just questioning you. ”

"Mr. Winston, I am here on behalf of the high table, and please be careful of your words."

The adjudicator's tone was cold, without the slightest hint of anger.

"I know that I've been serving the high table for 40 years, and I'm much more loyal than you, a hairy boy. Poof, it's rude, I should have held back my laughter. ”

Winston apologized insincerely, covering his mouth and snickering.

"Mr. Winston!!"

was repeatedly ridiculed, and the adjudicator couldn't suppress his anger, and his eyes flashed fiercely.

"Listen, Mr. Adjudicator, I don't mean to offend the High Table, not at all, I'm just looking at you upset."

Winston raised his glass of wine, pointed around, and said, "This is New York, my territory, my kingdom, and I decide everything here." ”

"The high table can take everything back, but be sure to send someone who is reliable, not the idiot who swaggers and makes me want to place a bounty as soon as I walk in the door......"

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

Boom!

The adjudicator slapped the table, glared at Winston, gritted his teeth, and said, "Pay attention to your words, I don't want to add a task of adjudicating the hotel manager to this trip." ”

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

"Mr. Winston, you can give it a try, I have brought the most elite troops, forty heavily armed killers are just outside the hotel, as long as I give the order, you can ......"

"Adjudication...... No, Mr. Idiot. ”

Winston raised his hand to stop and jokingly said: "Before you give an order to judge me, remember to call the hotel to stop operating first, otherwise you will also die, this is the rule, the carpet of the hotel must not be stained with blood." ”

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

"You can't do it without reminding, after all, you're an idiot!"

"Bastard!!"

……

Whew!

Camaro stopped at the door of the Continental Hotel, Russell got out of the car, handed the doorman a hundred dollars in his hand, and then walked into the hotel door unscrupulously under his surprised gaze.

"That guy, 300 million heads...... I'm not wrong, am I? ”

The doorman read it right, the pins could be heard in the hotel lobby, and the killers who were sitting or standing were all stunned, and some couldn't believe their eyes.

The bounty was grandly displayed at the New York Killer headquarters, what kind of rhythm is this, don't die?

The Continental Hotel has rules that no killings are allowed inside the hotel, blood cannot stain the floor, and anyone who breaks the rules will be expelled and a reward will be offered.

But today the situation is a bit special, and the killers are wondering, if Russell shoots, will they fight back or not?

A group of people looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

Syllable!

Russell slapped the M9 in the foreground: "I'm looking for ...... Who's that, you're in charge here. ”

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

Click!

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

"Wait a minute."

Caron put away the useless nonsense, made a phone call and said, "Please take the elevator over there, the manager is waiting for you in the office." ”

As he was talking, the tall hotel security guard walked out of the side and made a 'please' gesture to Russell.

"My gut told me that the elevator didn't lead to the manager's office......"

Russell snorted coldly at Caron, turned and walked to the elevator: "But it doesn't matter, you always have to eat some appetizers before a big meal...... It's not just dessert. ”