Russell asked with a stinking face, and his voice activated the spiritual seeds in the director's heart, allowing him to tell the whole truth.
"No, there are indeed people behind Stan, and they do have some skills, but since the police department dares to investigate him, they are not afraid of these people causing trouble."
The director helped Russell rule out a wrong answer: "You are very smart and should be able to guess that tracing Stan is just the beginning, a signal. Catching the people behind him is the focus, so these people are not to be afraid of, and the police department is not afraid of them."
"Who else could it be if they weren't them?"
"In all aspects..."
The director talked about the current bad situation: "As I feared, you were criticized verbally and verbally for killing more than two hundred killers in the slums. Two members of Congress suggested that your murderous style is not worthy of the Combat Cross.
', you can't even continue to be a police officer, because they are worried that one day you will have a nervous breakdown and shoot at the crowd."
"Congressman, what does this have to do with them?" Russell was puzzled.
"It has a lot to do with it. These two congressmen supervise police work. They are real people and are not dispensable mouthpieces."
Russell nodded, then the question became, who was so proud that two congressmen could personally take action against him, an ordinary little police officer?
The answer is obvious, Continental Hotel, or to be more precise, the people who run Continental Hotel.
According to Russell's conversations with the killers, the Continental Hotel has many branches around the world and is so powerful that it only exists in movies. Behind it is a super underground organization jointly established by global gangs.
High table!
This organization has formulated the rules of the underground world. All people operating in the underground world, such as killers, must abide by the rules they have formulated. Violators will be eliminated mercilessly.
Such a huge organization lacks neither money nor connections, so it stands to reason that Russell was suspended.
"Your suspension is the result of the police department's hard work. Be careful, you are in danger now."
The police chief reminded, and then added: "In addition to the pressure from the congressmen, the media is also reporting on the deaths of more than two hundred people in the slums. It's okay on TV, but the online media has begun an overwhelming offensive. Your reputation
It’s a bit… not good.”
"How bad?"
"Well, the Internet media commented that you are a murderous executioner. If you have the ability to kill everyone, you have the ability not to kill them. And you chose the former method. If the coffin is finalized, you...may not be able to do it.
The police!"
boom!!
The black mist exploded behind Russell, and a ferocious demon face opened up. The beauty transformed from T-1000 was lying in the corner shivering, and the liquid metal collapsed and collapsed into a ball.
Invisible darkness shrouded the sky over New York City, thunder streaked through the darkness, and a loud boom shook the entire city.
In the spiritual world, the system ran wildly, being struck by lightning and screaming along the way.
Three seconds later, the wind calmed down and everything returned to normal.
"I see!"
Russell hung up the phone with an expressionless face. The demonic face behind him was replaced by a holy light. A fluttering angel turned from virtual to real, spreading its holy wings to wrap him up.
"What do you do if you don't want to be a policeman, devil?"
Russell muttered to himself, and the angel's shadow behind him silently changed from white to black. Three pairs of jet-black wings spread out, and a black flame sword was handed to Russell.
"roll!"
Russell said angrily and waved his hand to scatter the shadow of the fallen angel behind him.
Too bad, the psychological activities actually materialized in the real world, and he urgently needed to harvest a wave of heads to calm down.
"My heart hurts so much. Without five figures of souls to sacrifice to the darkness, I might become the great devil who destroys the world..."
Russell's eyes turned black, black mist emerged from the corners of his mouth, hazy, and a fierce red light replaced his eyes. He slapped his face with a slap, and put on a face full of righteousness: "In order to save the world, I can only wrong them.
Give yourself away!"
Go out, leave, get in the car, destination: Continental Hotel New York branch!
…
Continental Hotel New York Branch.
The magnificent general manager's office, high-end furniture, valuable artworks, and very stylish interior decoration style interpret the word "noble".
It is not the sudden wealth of gold and silver, but the true aristocrats who have a solid background and have experienced precipitation and edification.
Manager Winston has been troubled by recent troubles. The New York branch has suffered heavy losses, and his foundation has also been shaken.
Two hundred and thirty-seven people may not seem like many, but many of them are his own people who he trained with his own hands. The death of these people has seriously affected his right to speak in the organization.
Toot toot!!
When the call was dialed, the cloud on Winston's face dissipated a lot, and he said kindly: "John, have you considered coming out of the mountain again?"
"Are you in trouble?"
"Although I don't want to say it, it is true. There is a madman who killed more than two hundred people. I need your help to stabilize New York to prevent bastards with ulterior motives from destroying the order here."
"..."
Hearing the silence on the other side of the phone, Winston continued: "That was a very scary guy. In a head-on battle, he single-handedly suppressed two hundred and thirty-seven killers and killed them all. He is considered a monster."
It’s not an exaggeration.”
"Winston, I have retired."
"I know, I don't want to disturb your peaceful life, but for the sake of friendship, can you help your old friend?"
Winston sighed: "Besides you, I can't think of anyone else who can kill that monster."
"Winston, I am no match for him. You also said that he is a monster."
"Yes, ordinary people can't deal with monsters, but devils can. You are the famous 'Night Devil', the strongest killer!"
"..."
"Please, John!"
"Sorry, I...I don't want to talk about this now. Give me a few days to think about it."
"Can!"
After hanging up the phone, Winston looked much better. John didn't agree, but he didn't refuse directly either. There was still talk.
At this time, the phone on his desk rang, and an important guest came to visit.
…
"Wow, Mr. Adjudicator, why are you here?"
Winston greeted everyone with a smile, and every move he made was full of medieval aristocratic charm, elegant but not artificial.
"Mr. Winston, I will not say any more polite words. I am here to convey a message to the twelve managers of High Table. The shameful failure of the New York branch has brought shame to the entire Continental Hotel and even the High Table Conference."
The adjudicator had a zombie face and said with a serious smile: "Twelve managers expressed doubts about your ability, so they assigned me to come to New York to take full responsibility for this matter to save the lost credibility."
"just you?"
Winston stopped 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. Please watch your words."
The adjudicator's tone was cold and without any anger.
"I know, I have served the high table for 40 years, and I am much more loyal than a young boy like you. Phew, I'm rude, I should have suppressed my laughter."
Winston apologized without sincerity, covered his mouth and kept laughing.
"Mr. Winston!!"
After being ridiculed many times, the adjudicator could not suppress his anger, and his eyes flashed fiercely.
"Listen, Mr. Adjudicator, I don't mean to offend the High Table, not at all. I just see that you are unhappy."
Winston raised his red wine glass, pointed around and said: "This is New York, my territory, my kingdom, I decide everything here."
"The high table can take back everything, but please be sure to send a more reliable guy, not that arrogant idiot who makes me want to place an order and offer a reward as soon as I enter the door..."
"So, do you understand, Mr. Idiot?"
Bang!
The adjudicator slammed the table and stood up, glared at Winston, gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Watch your words, I don't want to add another task of judging a 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 outside the hotel. As long as I give the order, we can..."
"Judge... No, Mr. Idiot."
Winston raised his hand to stop and said jokingly: "Before you issue an order to judge me, remember to call to stop the hotel first, otherwise you will die. This is a rule, the carpet in the hotel cannot be stained with blood."
"I know, I don't need you to remind me."
"You can't do it without reminding me. After all, you are an idiot!"
"asshole!!"
…
Tsk!
The Camaro stopped in front of the Continental Hotel. Russell got out of the car and handed the doorman a hundred dollars. Then, under his surprised gaze, he walked into the hotel door unscrupulously.
"That guy, with a head of 300 million...did I see the wrong person?"
The doorman was right. The drop of a needle could be heard in the hotel lobby. The killers sitting or standing were all shocked, and some could not believe their eyes.
The person with a bounty on his head appears openly at the killer headquarters in New York. What kind of rhythm is this? He is risking his life?
The Continental Hotel has regulations that prohibit killing inside the hotel and blood cannot stain the floor. Anyone who breaks the rules will be expelled and rewarded.
But today's situation is a bit special. The killers are confused. If Russell shoots, will they fight back or not?
A group of people looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
Snapped!
Russell photographed the m9 at the front desk: "I'm looking for...who is the person in charge here."
The hotel receptionist Caron was stunned for two seconds and said politely: "Sorry, sir, the manager is..."
Click!
Russell aimed his gun at Caron's head: "I'll find the person in charge, thank you!"
"Please wait."
Kalon 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."
Just as he was talking, a tall hotel security guard walked out from the side and made a "please" gesture to Russell.
"My intuition tells me that the elevator does not lead to the manager's office..."
Russell snorted at Caron, turned and walked towards the elevator: "But it doesn't matter, you always have to have some appetizers before the big meal... as long as it's not dessert."