The Jedi and the Scorpion King died by jumping off a building, which was very unscientific, and Russell did not accept the reality for a long time.

Not to mention anything else, the faces of the two of them alone are not characters who die casually.

At the very least, they will definitely not die by jumping off the building, just like a leap of faith, there will always be a lawn or awning underneath.

No matter how bad it is, there will be a swimming pool, crooked neck tree or something!

"Director, it's not appropriate to comment on two excellent colleagues in this way, but I still want to ask what the coroner said, and whether they had ...... at that time You know. ”

Russell said as he gestured to the act of smoking.

"Don't be foolish, they didn't do anything out of the ordinary, and the autopsy report shows that they are all right, with no signs of assassination."

The director recounted the situation at that time, the bald brother chased the robber who robbed the jewelry store, the other party used the special forces zipline to escape from the tall building, and the bald brother didn't know which tendon was wrong, jumped from the height of a dozen floors, and both became photos.

That doesn't sound normal!

Russell shook his head slightly: "Maybe the coroner is an inner ghost, they can't find out the truth about Tony's death, and they can't find out the reason why the bald brother jumped off the building without a brain." ”

"I know you suspect that this is a bad case of revenge against a police officer, but it's none of your business, that's something that the headquarters should consider, and someone is already investigating."

"Okay!"

Russell nodded, in addition to the bald brothers in the New York Police Department headquarters, there are many elite detectives, all of whom are at the level of children of destiny, and it is indeed not his turn to worry.

"The award ceremony will be held in the police square three days later, I will be present with you, there will be a number of media reports on the spot, and your speech will be prepared by someone, don't mess it up."

The director gave a few words of advice, and repeated again: "Don't go for the next three days, stay at home honestly, the investigation about Stan has been postponed for the time being, I don't want to find out that there is no one at your house when I send the speech." ”

"It's okay, I've already figured out the facts of Sheriff Stanfield's case, and I'm about to arrest him now."

Russell said, "Give me half a day, and I'll get him out of New York and bring him to this office." ”

"Really?"

"Of course, his ledger is in my trunk."

Russell still trusts the director very much, and the hard-core conversation confirms that the other party's three views are very positive, but there are some small flaws in his private life.

After all, no one is perfect, and it's normal to have a little special hobby.

"I'll keep the evidence myself, give you five hours, notify me when you find him, and then go home and sleep."

“OK！”

Russell gestured, found someone to move Stanfield's ledger into the director's office, and then went to the isolation room.

After the heart-to-heart talk, the police officers who guarded the temporary prison were all innocent, and there were no undercover agents for three years plus three years.

Even so, Russell still didn't believe that the truth of Neny's death was a heart attack, and someone must have secretly manipulated his body.

Fortunately, although Tony hung up, the progress of the task advanced one block and did not let Russell be busy.

[World Mission: 2, Normal Case 3/50]

"It's not just gangsters with heavy weapons, killers are also on the same level as thieves, which is very New York!"

Camaro stopped at the police station, Russell left in the police car, and called Stanfield's mistress halfway, the mental suggestion seed left earlier worked, the mistress did not know the specific whereabouts of Stanfield, but knew the numbers of the other two mistresses.

He's a capable man!

Russell visited one of the nearest mistresses, showed off his handsome face, and quickly asked for important information.

He was lucky that the mistress knew Stanfield's whereabouts, in the rich man's villa on Long Island, New York.

If the central garden is the back garden of Manhattan, then Long Island is the back garden of the whole of New York, which is bordered by Brooklyn and Queens to the west, surrounded by the sea on three sides, and full of forest trees.

Coupled with the pleasant climate, it is considered one of the most suitable areas in the world for human habitation, and it is also one of the most well-known rich areas in the United States and even the world.

Regardless of whether Stanfield's villa on Long Island is rented or bought, it shows that the foundation of this goods is not clean, and he has made a lot of money over the years.

Russell looked at the time, and it seemed a little difficult to get back and forth between Stanfield's villa and the precinct in five hours, not because he was not fast enough, but because he was worried that the traffic would not be strong.

……

[Name: Russell]

[Amount: 6 million US dollars]

【Message Sending ......】

On the other hand, the killers throughout New York received a text message, and a head worth 6 million US dollars was waiting to be collected.

At the same time, information about Russell also reached the killers' mailboxes, including short videos of his street fights.

It's dangerous, but it's also valuable.

A small number of killers chose to retreat in the face of difficulties, and more moved to quickly locate Russell's current location through various intelligence networks.

"Ahh

Russell, who was waiting for the traffic light, sneezed, wondering which girl was in him, and the unlucky sister was automatically ignored by him, and finally determined that the target person was Miss Satan.

It's a little embarrassing to think about.

Boom!

The glass of the police car was shattered, and Russell looked at the bullet hole in front of him, blinking innocently.

"What's the situation, shooting at a police car in broad daylight...... Oh, and this is New York. ”

He scratched his head, turned on the alarm, started the car and rushed onto the sidewalk, then crossed the traffic light at the intersection ahead, geared up and accelerated.

The telepathy spread, and he found that there were many ill-intentioned people around him who were approaching him, all of whom were not ordinary people.

"Kind of interesting, hehehehe......"

Russell's hand holding the steering wheel trembled slightly, the black light in his eyes surged, and the corners of his mouth subconsciously hooked a cruel smile.

Thinking of his current identity, he slapped it on the face, suppressing the evil face that had been hooked up, and replacing it with a harmless smiling face.

"Hey, Director?"

Russell dialed the director's number: "I'm afraid I won't be able to go back in five hours, and by the way, I'll tell you that a lot of people may die later...... Yes, I did it. ”

Put the phone away, Russell turned on the old driver mode, how easy is it to die in his hands, at least he must be able to keep up with the speed of the ace driver, otherwise he is not qualified.

……

On the road, the alarm bell rang for a long time, and a police car moved in an incredible position, passing through the complex traffic at high speed.

Like a fish in water, swim with ease!

The complex road conditions did not restrict the movement of the police car, but gave it incredible opportunities to perform again and again.

Passers-by on both sides heard the alarm bell ringing, and they saw the police car coming at high speed, but when they took out their mobile phones to take pictures, the police car was only the tail light.

is also confused, and there are car owners who are swaying slowly on the road.

"It's not scientific!"

The chasing killer looked at the traffic that began to jam ahead, and couldn't understand why it was all four wheels, and the mediocre police car could drive so fast.

Russell galloped for five minutes, and was speechless to find that because of the speed of the car, all the pursuers behind him were lost.

Fortunately, although the pursuers behind him are gone, there are still only a lot of 'killers' coming from all directions.

He was very sure that he must have triggered a certain movie plot to cause the unwarranted disaster.

He captures a random killer and hacks into his inner memories to find out that they are from an organization called 'Hotel Continental'.

Let's just sort of be an organization!

Russell didn't know how to describe this organization, an all-out killer, an internal circulation of currency, and the establishment of order in the killer world.

And his head was rewarded with 6 million US dollars, and it is not known who the person who rewarded him is, but there is a message that is very interesting.

The killer currency used by the Continental Hotel, Tony had also mentioned it to him before, and he didn't care much about it at the time, but after thinking about it, he found that he could sit in the right seat.

Russell hooks up the bounty to Tony, and deduces that the killers are here to kill them.

"It's only 6 million US dollars, who do you look down on......"

Speaking of this, Russell's face began to be hideous again, this time it was not erased, since the people who came were not good, and they all wanted his life, then he no longer pretended to be a decent gentleman.

"Hey, hey, hey!!"

The police car suddenly picked up speed, Russell twisted the steering wheel, rushed into the opposite lane next door, and then traveled dozens of meters to enter the expressway through the gate.

Based on the navigation in the police car, he chose a good slaughterhouse.

There is a slum nearby waiting to be demolished, and at present, all the residents have been asked to leave, and the buildings are empty, which is very suitable for large-scale killing.

Whew!

The police car stopped in the slum square, Russell put on Terminator sunglasses, changed into the same outfit of street fighting, and carried the M4A1 into the dangerous building at the front.

As he passed by the surveillance camera, he stopped, beckoned to the camera, and slowly spoke so that people could read the shape of his mouth.

"I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere, and if I want to make money, come quickly."

When Russell's back disappeared into the abandoned building, a number of hurried vehicles stopped, off-road, sports cars, classic cars, taxis, bicycles, all kinds of models.

The killers looked at each other, fearing that the 6 million would be robbed, pulled out their long guns and short guns, and rushed into the abandoned building.

The camera zooms out to the sky, and you can see that dozens of cars are rushing here.

The entire New York City killer circle surrounded this place, and those who were too far away chose to give up, and those who were not too far away were speeding up, praying that Russell would hold on for a while.

It's better to kill a few more peers, so that Russell's worth can increase again, and they can earn more.

At the same time, a figure who fights not for money, but only for faith appears in the ghetto.

Cold-blooded and ruthless eyes looked at the abandoned building, and the figure disappeared without a trace, and a vague outline was faintly visible.

The hunt has officially begun!

But no one noticed that a black cloud gradually covered the sky, and the clouds cracked through the cracks, as if they were a demonic face laughing wildly.

In the abandoned building, Russell stood on the top floor, his head slightly sideways, dodging the whizzing sniper bullets, fired a random shot forward, and then pushed open the staircase door and walked down.

Telepathic full-map localization, forty-two human responses, one unknown organism response.

"I'm embarrassed to open the perspective, but ......"

Russell pushed down the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose: "It's worthy of being a great apple, and aliens are here to make extra money as killers." ”