The next day, Russell walked into the director's office in high spirits, using the same posture as yesterday, and obtained two files and related search certificates.
Because staying up late would affect his mental state, he didn't sleep at all. He watched TV all night and stayed up all night.
"Russell, the bank case is not urgent. It has been delayed for a long time. I don't care if it drags on for another day or two."
The director repeated what Russell had heard yesterday, no, 24 hours ago: "The key is the wanted criminal John Tombers. This guy is very dangerous. I don't want to hear the news that another victim has appeared. Do you understand?"
"
"Of course, I don't hope either."
Russell made an OK gesture and said without any shame: "I'm ashamed to say that, in these two cases, I have already grasped the key clues and will be able to solve them soon."
The director looked at the unopened file bag in Russell's hand and shook his head speechlessly: "Stop being pretentious. I like you because of your ability to execute, not your sense of humor. Besides, this is not funny at all."
"No, I've already solved the bank case. Give me thirty seconds and I'll be right back."
Russell left the chief in a daze, opened the office door and left, returning thirty seconds later and bringing in prisoner David Rice.
"His name is David Rice, a criminal who stole bank vaults."
Russell pushed David Rice down on the chair. The latter's face was full of remorse, and tears could be seen in the corners of his eyes.
"???"
"What's the matter, Director?"
"Russell, 30 seconds is not enough for you to leave the police station, and you just got the file..."
The director had an old rant in his throat and refused to spit it out. He pointed at David Rice and said: "And this pretty boy, where did you get it?"
"Director, I'm ashamed to say that."
"Then say something that you are not ashamed of."
"Okay, here's the thing..."
Russell told about his good luck today. When he got up in the morning, he opened his eyes first, then stretched out... Three hundred thousand words are omitted here... At the door of the police station, he bumped into David Rice.
David Rice voluntarily confessed that he is a person with super powers and can reach any corner of the world through teleportation.
Because he didn’t have a good uncle, he didn’t understand the superhero spirit of ‘with great power comes great responsibility’, so he used his super powers in evil ways, stealing several banks around the world, and living a free and unrestrained life as an outlaw.
Just in the early hours of this morning, David Rice's superpowers failed. He thought deeply for several hours, learned from the pain and suddenly realized, and decided to surrender to the police station and strive for leniency.
Russell finished speaking in one breath and nodded: "That's it. I'm ashamed to say it. Solving the case depends entirely on luck."
David Rice raised his hand to wipe away tears: "Yes, I did it all, and I plead guilty."
Director: "..."
"What's wrong, Director?"
"I don't know what expression to use so that I don't look like a fool."
The director glared at Russell fiercely: "I don't know where you got this idiot from, but when you give the confession, please explain clearly why he surrendered to Brooklyn instead of choosing the Manhattan branch near the apartment?"
"Well……"
"Also, you use superpowers to explain unsolvable criminal methods. I believe you, but who will believe me?"
"Well……"
Russell blinked and found himself speechless.
First of all, it is impossible to let David Rice go. He must pay the price for his actions.
Secondly, regardless of his teleportation ability, the US imperialist government will definitely conduct human experiments. If those scientists really develop something, such as strategic-level superpower weapons, that is not what Russell wants to see.
Therefore, telepathy makes David Rice forget how to use superpowers, and then implants spiritual seeds, so that he can never recover his superpowers through deep hints. This is the best way Russell can think of.
Seeing that Russell was choking on his words, the director said angrily: "What, do you have nothing to say?"
"yes!"
"..."x3
After a brief period of calm, the director put away his scowl and said with a serious face: "Russell, you are so lucky. You could bump into prisoners who came to surrender in the last shift."
Russell shook his head in shame and patted David Rice: "It is indeed mostly luck. Who would have thought that because this guy has no superpowers, he is walking and thinking about life, and unknowingly walked from Manhattan to Brooklyn, just in front of us.
I have a great enlightenment outside the police station! To be honest, I find it incredible!"
"Okay, don't be modest. Luck is also a part of strength."
The director picked up the landline phone next to him and confirmed: "You just told me that all the money stolen by David Rice was hidden in his high-end serviced apartment in Manhattan, right?"
"That's right, Director, you have really good hearing."
"Of course, I'm not deaf!"
After the director finished speaking, he called his superiors. Suddenly, a person with super powers appeared. He had to ask for permission before taking any action.
After talking on the phone, the director briefly described the situation and kept nodding. After hanging up the phone, he said to Russell: "In fifteen minutes, someone will come to pick up David Rice, and there will also be someone at the apartment to handle this case.
There is no need for us to bother God.”
"Okay, then I'll catch John Tombs."
"You know again?"
"Director, you may not believe it. Last night I had a dream about where the wanted criminal would appear."
"..."
…
At Brooklyn College of the City University of New York, Russell hid in the shadows and waited, waiting for Tombs to come to his door.
"Hey hey hey..." x2
The same corner, the same laughter, the same blonde beauty from yesterday.
Russell opened his coat, revealing the gun holster under his arm: "I know you are John Tombs, and I also know that you will not be obedient, so the program will not go away."
When he took a sneak peek at his beautiful prey, a policeman suddenly appeared behind him, which almost scared Tombos to death.
He was about to say something when a fist enlarged in front of him, and he didn't know anything after that.
Russell clamped Tombers's hands behind his back, handcuffed him, and threw him into the police car.
From getting the file to successfully arresting the wanted criminal and bringing him back to the police station, it didn't take the director enough time to finish flipping through the newspaper.
Russell said in a low-key manner that it was actually due to luck. To remove this luck, it would have taken five minutes more.
The director looked at the shameless person suspiciously and said tangledly: "Russell, tell me the truth, do you also have superpowers and the ability to accurately locate criminals?"
"Director, I don't have such convenient superpowers, and I'm not a superpower either."
"No need to answer seriously, I just asked casually. I will prepare the report in the next two days and file it as soon as possible."
"clear!"
After leaving the director's office, Russell came to his desk. After writing two eloquent reports, he handed them to the director for confirmation. After most of the day, it was already time to get off work.
"I hate reporting..."
Russell thought it was time to talk to the director. RoboCop had a purpose and could come in handy when writing reports. He was in favor of replacing his partner with a robot.
…
In the evening, Russell had nothing to do, turned the T-1000 into a home entertainment game console, and invited Eleanor, who was ten meters away, to play a game.
Eleanor knew that what Russell wanted to do was not to play a game, but to have fun with her when he was so idle. Due to the huge disparity in strength between the two sides, she had no choice but to nod in agreement.
"Don't worry, it won't take long to play two games. I'll let you go free in an hour."
Russell made a solemn promise, but broke his promise an hour later, forgetting the concept of time.
It's not his fault. It's the same as playing a game before going to bed. If you lose, you won't be reconciled. The more you think about it, the angrier it becomes and can't sleep. If you win, you'll be too excited. The more you think about it, the more excited you are, but you still can't fall asleep.
Forget it, give it another try!
During this period, Max and Caroline came to borrow the bathroom with a change of clothes and enjoyed the service of the jacuzzi, but their shower had never been repaired.
The two of them repaid the $5,000 debt with Russell at a rate of $100/day. This figure was the best repayment plan after Caroline's scientific analysis and calculation, which could not only ensure continued repayment, but also ensure that both parties could pay back the debt.
People will not starve to death.
After experiencing a blood loss of half a million dollars, the two no longer pinned their hopes on unrealistic fantasies. They picked up their own small cake business down to earth, insisted on sending a wave of benefits to Russell every day, and tried to enter the basement of his home.
possible.
Near eleven o'clock, Eleanor refused to continue playing endless games with Russell on the grounds that staying up late was bad for a lady's skin, and regained her freedom at the cost of a punch in the forehead.
Sadly, she felt that her head was getting used to Russell's fists.
There was no evenly matched opponent, so Russell could only play two games with the T-1000. As a result, he won consecutive battles, and the T-1000 was no match for him.
It's boring to win all the time. Russell only played 50 games and didn't want to play anymore.
The t-1000 turned into a short-haired girl, meowing and looking cute next to Russell's legs. He raised his hand to pick it up, sat on the sofa and masturbated it twice.
Suddenly, the target of the telepathic surveillance experienced violent psychological fluctuations. Russell put down his shorts, stood up and went to the window, looking through the dark night at St. John's Cathedral in New York.
The Night Dragon Clan and the Demon Clan are at war!
To be precise, the demon clan surrounded the cathedral, and the two sides were in a confrontation.
Russell took out the golden mask and fastened it on his face. The clothes on his body were transformed into white robes under the holy light. He pulled up his hood and jumped down from the third floor with a slight jump.
Just as he was about to spread his wings for an angel's arrival, Russell suddenly heard a snort coming from under his feet. His eyes lit up and he turned over and entered the stable.
In the stable, there is Libao, the pet horse of the bankrupt sisters, a retired racehorse that was very prosperous when he was young. Now he is hungry and full. He eats whatever Max and Caroline eat.
Li Bao thought Russell was here to feed him, so he happily put his head on it.
"My dear, I'll take you out for some fun tonight!"
An artistically processed solemn voice came from under the golden mask. Russell raised his hand and pressed it on Li Bao's head. The holy light on the left side of the throne covered it, dyeing it white, making it as holy as a mythical unicorn.
Then, armor and saddles of unknown material appeared, with golden lines swirling around them, wrapping the chestnut treasure tightly.
Its eyes turned golden, and it snorted out two streams of white flames. It put its head on Russell's chest and stepped on the ground with its front hooves impatiently.