In Nassau County, Long Island, after Russell waved goodbye to the police officers, he boarded the expressway and sped there.
When he entered a place where rich people lived for the first time, his most intuitive feeling was that the roads were wider, the houses were shorter, and the gardens were bigger, and then they disappeared.
Indeed, Long Island is densely populated, with more residents than Russell imagined.
I thought this place was vast and sparsely populated, with mansions everywhere and rows of maid uniforms passing by on the road. But it turned out that it was no different from towns far away from the city, except that there were a lot more luxury cars.
Ding dong~~
Russell rang the door of Stanfield Villa. After a while, the door opened, and a middle-aged man with unshaven beard, decadent face and lifeless appearance appeared in front of him.
"Excuse me, are you Sheriff Stanfield?"
Russell took out the photo and put it in front of Stanfield for comparison. He was right, but what happened to this decadent uncle's temperament? He had already received a notice from Sirius?
"Yes, I am Stanfield, just call me Stan. If I am guessing correctly, you must be Officer Russell. You arrived just in time. If it had been later, I would have committed suicide by shooting myself."
Stanfield's eyes were dull, and his pupils were unfocused when he spoke, giving people a feeling of arrogance.
But no, he was just tortured to the point of numbness by despair, and nothing mattered to him.
"Okay, Chief Stanfield."
Russell took out the handcuffs: "Unfortunately, you were arrested. Please come with me."
"Ah, don't bother, I'm ready."
Under Russell's surprised gaze, Stanfield took out the handcuffs from his waist, cuffed himself, then calmly walked to the police car, opened the door and got into the passenger seat.
Russell: "..."
Are you so cooperative?
"Chief Stanfield, I don't mean to offend you, but...are you doing something wrong?"
Russell shrugged, got into the driver's seat and drove back to the branch.
"No, I'm normal. Normal people would react the same way as me if they lose everything."
Stanfield tilted his head and leaned against the car window, his mind empty, and he spoke meaninglessly: "The money I love, the woman who loves me, they have all left me. Now I just want to sit in the cell and be quiet."
Waiting for life to come to an end.”
There must be something wrong with this person’s brain!
Russell didn't understand why, so he asked Stanfield to have an open-hearted communication with him, and finally understood why this guy wanted to be quiet.
Russell overestimated Tony. The reason why the killers attacked wildly had nothing to do with him capturing Tony. It was because Stanfield placed an order and spent 6 million US dollars to buy his life.
As he went on a killing spree, killing more than two hundred killers in a very short period of time, the reward amount soared, reaching a sky-high price of US$300 million.
This was the root cause of Stanfield's despair. He went bankrupt and lost his entire fortune of $50 million.
Even if he is not caught today, every penny he earns in the future will be automatically included in the reward amount by the Continental Hotel. Faced with a sinkhole of US$250 million, he chose to shut himself up in prison.
Stanfield also thought about shooting Russell when he opened the door, making $300 million, and becoming a winner in life in one fell swoop.
But when he thought about Russell killing more than two hundred killers like eating and drinking, he gave up his unrealistic fantasy, 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, or $50,000, and no more.
Comparing his feelings, Stanfield thought that as the manager of the Continental Hotel, he would make a wise choice between US$50,000 and US$300 million.
"It turns out you were the one who placed the order. Well... thank you for your hard work."
Russell looked at Stanfield sympathetically. To be honest, he was a little tempted and wanted to take his head to the New York branch of the Continental Hotel to exchange for some pocket money.
Although he doesn't care about money, 300 million US dollars is really good, and he doesn't have Stanfield's worries. If the Continental Hotel dares to refuse to pay, he will dare to lie on the spot to collect debts.
"Chief Stanfield, don't worry, I will help you recover the US$50 million in stolen money. The illegal wealth should be handed over, not left in a killer company to invest in real estate."
Russell's good intentions to comfort Stanfield were of no use. The latter had lost all four elements and had reached a state where he was not moved by money.
A very noble person!
This also directly proves that the most direct way to get a man out of vulgar taste is to make him bankrupt.
…
At the branch, Russell handed Stanfield over, and the director called his superiors. Soon a heavily armed tactical team came and took away the criminal Stanfield and his account books.
"You have done a great job, but this case will not be made public, nor will it add a resume to your honor book, so be mentally prepared."
"I understand, what's the point of fighting!"
Russell made an OK gesture, and the task progress indicated that the normal case was 4/50. This was what he wanted.
"Stay home honestly for the next three days and don't go anywhere..."
As the director spoke, his expression suddenly became complicated: "I heard that you did something crazy today. A total of two hundred and thirty-seven killers were killed by you, leaving no one alive. The scene was like a slaughterhouse, they will
Pass the head over and you pull the trigger."
"Well, Chief Stanfield learned that I was investigating him, so he paid for a murderer to make me disappear forever."
Russell scratched his head and said sheepishly: "You must have never imagined that my head is worth 300 million US dollars, and I may still be very busy in the next period of time."
"300 million!?"
The director exclaimed and looked at Russell with a more complicated look: "To be honest, I almost pulled out my gun just now."
Russell complained speechlessly: "I see, your hand is still on the holster!"
"Uh, sorry."
The director moved his hand away with difficulty, picked up the coffee cup, took a shaky sip, and said slowly: "You are in danger now. I need to contact my superiors. No matter what, I will protect you first."
"I don't need protection, and no one can guarantee it. The bodyguards who imprisoned me have no idea."
Russell shook his head repeatedly, he didn't want to kill all the bodyguards protecting him while he was under protection."
"That makes sense!"
The director said, and once again struggled to remove his hand from the holster.
In his eyes, Russell was no longer a human being, but a mobile vault with 300 million US dollars in it.
The police chief thought that it was difficult for him to resist the temptation, and it was certainly impossible for others. Maybe there was someone outside the office with evil intentions.
Before Russell went out, the director suddenly said something that had no beginning or end.
"What?"
"Next time if someone wants to take you away, no matter what method they use, don't leave with them, otherwise it will be difficult for me to get you back."
The director looked serious and warned: "Come to my office. I don't care what other New York police departments do, but here, I am the boss, and no one can touch my people."
Russell was a little touched, and after a moment he said speechlessly: "Director, take your hand off the holster, it will be more convincing."
"Damn it, my hands don't work."
"..."
Russell rolled his eyes speechlessly, opened the door and was about to leave, when the director spoke again.
"Russell, you don't have to kill all the enemies to control the situation. I know that killing everyone can ensure your own safety to the greatest extent, but..."
The director stretched out his hand and made a gesture, and said with an ugly face: "Too many, that's more than two hundred lives. People will think you are a cold-blooded butcher, not a just policeman, do you understand?"
"Well, I'll try my best!"
Russell blinked. He felt that he had restrained himself by not erasing the entire ghetto from the map.
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. The Queen of Elves can only kneel down.
Of course, he didn't mind if the Elf Queen wanted to lie down.
…
apartment!
After being given a three-day leave by the director, Russell sat on the sofa and played with the cat, thinking about how to deal with it in his free time.
He didn't care about the medal ceremony on the surface, but he was looking forward to it in his heart. Maybe it was because of some regrets in the past. He was very eager for the "Battle Cross" that symbolized the honor of the New York police.
Although he is not a real New York police officer and will leave after the mission is over, it is better than nothing. It is better to use it to commemorate the memory.
Bang bang bang!
There was a knock on the door, and Mei Dash, transformed into T-1000, ran to the door, jumped on the door handle, and opened it easily.
"What, this cat can actually open the door?"
Max was so excited that she stepped forward to have a close contact with the beautiful shorts. As expected, her hot breasts touched her cold ass, and she was disgusted by the shorts.
"Two beauties, have you figured it out?"
Russell raised his eyebrows and rubbed his hands together, with a look of anticipation on his face.
"Officer Russell, forcibly forced two young women with normal sexual orientation to become lesbians. Isn't this a loss for you men?"
Max complained that she was ready to sacrifice her life at any time in order to realize her dream, but only when things happened did she realize that she had sacrificed too much.
"Where's the marriage certificate? Let me see it."
"Here..."
Caroline reluctantly opened her handbag and handed an A4-sized piece of colored paper to Russell.
The text on the top of the colored paper is the English 'marriage certificate', on the left is a Western-style church pattern, and in the middle are a few lines of text, including the girl's name, the official seal of the government, etc.
All in all, very crude!
Looking at the two people's signatures, Russell curled his lips slightly: "That's it, no wedding photos or anything like that?"
"No, we don't have money to take wedding photos."
"I'll give you a set of wedding photos and find the best photographer in New York."
"..."x2
Caroline's life has reached a new low. She weakly lifted up her short skirt and showed off her long legs: "Officer, don't you think about it again?"
Perhaps feeling unconvincing, she turned around and unbuttoned two buttons on Max's chest. The visual impact was extremely shocking.
Max cooperated very well and made several poses that looked like a ridge from the side and a peak from the side.
"Caroline, you should find someone who can make you laugh, like Max, not someone like me who can make you cry!"
Russell looked left and right, then made a heart-to-heart comparison with the two of them: "I have to say, you have made up for each other's shortcomings, and you are a match made in heaven."
After saying that, he took out the credit card from his pocket and handed it over: "There is no password, just take it and spend it as you like. The marriage certificate is kept with me. Don't let me catch you cheating on you during marriage."
"Also, a friendly reminder, I am not optimistic about your small cake business, it will definitely go bankrupt."
"No, I'm not optimistic about your luck. Instead of investing and getting nothing in the end, it's better to eat and drink and buy more brand-name clothes, bags and so on, and leave good memories of being rich."
"Thank you for your kindness, but we will definitely succeed. I am a top student at Wharton School... blah blah blah..."
Russell's eyes were empty. When he came to his senses, only T-1000 was left in the room.
He turned on his telepathy and planted spiritual cues to keep the malicious killers away from the apartment. He didn't want to go on a killing spree before the investiture ceremony.
What happened was counterproductive. Russell didn't want to use violence, but some people insisted on forcing him to use the knife.
The next day, Russell received a call from the director. The award ceremony was postponed and he was suspended.