Leaving behind a meaningful word, Russell opened the door to hell and threw the parchment contract in.
Naberius' body was out of control, and he stood up on his own and walked into hell. His pupils were shaking violently with fear, and his mouth was open but he could not utter a single syllable.
This was originally the work of Satan. Russell borrowed the contract to experience it. He had no other intention. He was just curious about how Satan worked.
I feel that the devil is a loan shark, borrowing money is a means, and establishing a debt relationship is the purpose!
At the end of a plot, Russell spread out the three pairs of black wings on his back, fluttered his wings and flew high into the sky. Thunderous thunder flashed past, leaving behind a devilish smiling face that flashed white light.
The scene just now was seen by many people, and some even took photos and videos and uploaded them online.
Russell ignored it, neither heaven nor hell, he revealed the truth of the world to the public, letting everyone know that mysterious things have always existed.
People will definitely accept it...
It should be yes!
You have to accept it even if you can't accept it. In this chaotic world, aliens invade the earth every once in a while. Russell said that he does this to help people develop a big heart.
No one knows what will happen next, whether the demons are dancing or the gods are coming. At that time, a heart with strong endurance will be a necessity in life.
…
At home, Russell climbed through the window and found Eleanor, who was supposed to be sleeping and taking care of herself, sitting on the sofa in a daze, her eyes dull and seemingly dead.
Russell has experience in this situation. When he was a child, the TV signal at home was not good. If he slapped it twice, the image would become clear immediately.
Bang!
Sure enough, he punched down, and Eleanor woke up from her daze in an instant. She lay on the ground and groaned while covering her smoking head.
"What's the situation? Aren't you determined not to stay up late?"
I don’t stay up late because I can change into pajamas when I go to bed. Otherwise, how can I sleep as a robot?
Feeling sad and angry, Eleanor picked up the pillow on the sofa, buried her face in it and continued to hum.
Twenty seconds later, smoke curled up.
Eleanor sat on the sofa obediently, taking the band-aid that Russell kindly handed over with an expressionless face, and reluctantly put it on her head.
"What's wrong? Are you waiting for me when you stay up late at night?"
no way!
Eleanor gave the correct answer in her heart, her face remained expressionless: "That's it, sir. Max from the first floor came to see you at midnight and said he had an appointment with you."
"Well……"
Russell was dumbfounded, thinking that the time loop was continuing, so he took a chance to have fun with Max.
It's better now. The persona of being a gentleman has collapsed and it's hard to clean up.
Maybe telepathy can clear the name, but Russell didn't want to do that. It would be too rude to modify other people's memories rashly.
He raised his eyebrows: "What did Max say? You must be very sad if you are let go by me!"
"Not sad, but Max was very depressed."
Eleanor decided to tell the truth: "In order to prevent your date from being ruined, sir, I turned into you and invited Max into the house, preparing to wait for you to come back, and then..."
"And you slept with her?"
Russell's eyes widened, thinking that the sequence and character settings were not consistent with the actual situation, and he changed his words: "Then Max slept with you, no, he slept with 'me'?"
"That's not true."
Eleanor pointed to the home game console that the T-1000 turned into: "I invited Max to play games, and within an hour, she left with a depressed face."
"Well……"
Russell blinked: "To be honest, your behavior, which is worse than a beast, hurts people's self-esteem."
…
Max's incident was just an interlude. Russell arrived at the police station on time the next day, refused to answer Terry's harassing calls, changed into a police car and went straight to a high-end Manhattan apartment, taking away the teleporter David Rice.
After several time loops, David Rice must have been impatient. Although he himself did not know that he had repeated the same day, Russell knew that this guy was repentant and eager to surrender. He was trapped in the time loop and could not succeed.
Sure enough, the situation was basically as Russell expected.
When he knocked on the door of David Rice's house, the latter immediately dropped the toothbrush from his mouth, confessed his crime in tears, and insisted on getting into Russell's police car.
Russell couldn't resist, so he took David Rice, who was eager to surrender and refused to change into his pajamas, into the police car and returned to the Brooklyn branch.
In the director's office, Russell repeated his first look. The director understood the whole story, sighed that Russell was lucky, made a phone call, and waited for someone to pick up David Rice.
After the two cases ended, the system gave a prompt sound. Only then did Russell realize that the last time the case was closed in the time loop, he did not hear the prompt sound.
After the case was over, it was Russell's most hated reporting time. He rolled his eyes and waved to his colleague, Officer Pierre, who was not far away. Pierre stepped forward, patting his chest and promising to help Russell get it done.
Report.
…
In the police station office, standing in the corridor, you can hear a group of police officers talking, all discussing the mysterious incident that happened on Long Island last night.
Aliens are no longer popular!
Videos and photos went viral on the Internet, and there was no hiding the fact that the devil appeared at the Holiday Inn. Although there was no body of the devil at the scene, the devastated traces of the battle could not be faked.
The U.S. imperial government was so overwhelmed that it organized a special investigation team to take full charge of the matter.
The specific method of taking responsibility is unknown. I guess the leader of the special investigation team is also very confused. So what if it is confirmed to be the work of the devil? You can't just go to hell to arrest people with a pistol and ID, right?
"Russell, what do you think is going on in this world? Aliens came to the earth a few days ago, and the devil from mythology appeared early this morning. Is the end of the world about to happen, so these people are not going to cover it up?"
While typing on the keyboard to write a report, Pierre was bragging and spanking with Russell.
"How come it's because of aliens and demons?"
"Not entirely. I was reading the gossip section two days ago. In San Francisco, a group of mutated orangutans escaped from the laboratory and were blocked on the Golden Gate Bridge. As a result, the police in California sent out helicopters and failed to catch them."
Russell looked strange when he heard this, and Pierre shook his head repeatedly and said with emotion: "Orangutans are smarter than humans these days. People on the Internet say that the earth's civilization has entered a period of transition between old and new, and orangutans are about to replace humans and become the next overlord of the earth."
"You can't take things on the keyboard seriously. It's better for you to read less."
Russell didn't know what to say, and was thinking about going to California. In this chaotic world, the possibility of a successful uprising of orangutans is very low, but contact with people may lead to a lottery.
"I know that the group of orangutans will not be able to run around for long. They will be cleaned up soon, and then a group of white-bearded experts will come forward to explain that the orangutans' mutation is just accidental and not a deliberate scientific experiment."
Pierre shrugged: "It's very interesting. I think humans will torture themselves to death sooner or later."
"Shut up and get the report out quickly, or you'll have to work overtime."
"..."
Pierre looked at Russell's report on the screen and vaguely felt that something was wrong. After a moment, he said angrily: "Damn it, I helped you write the report, and you don't plan to treat me to a meal or take me to a party and introduce a few people by the way.
Girl, give it to me?"
"Okay, I'll definitely do it some other time."
Russell said something casually, thought of something, and asked curiously: "What other cases have you been busy with recently?"
"I just took over a gang from South Korea. I don't have enough clues to define it this way."
Pierre typed on the keyboard and said: "Based on my experience, there must be something wrong with this group of Koreans, but after several checks, it was found that they are doing serious business and are as clean as boiled water."
"Pierre, there is no business in the world that is cleaner than water!" Russell smiled and shook his head.
"Yes, there must be something wrong with this group of people. The same is true in New York recently. Gangs are fighting openly and secretly. I don't know where they got it wrong."
"Who knows..."
Russell curled his lips slightly. He really knew this. He had killed half of the top management of the Leg Lifting Organization some time ago. The underground world was fighting for power and was falling into a new round of reshuffle.
Here in New York, because of himself, he is relatively restrained. In other American cities, it is not uncommon for gangs to fight with guns every night.
Speaking of which, the business capabilities of the Lift the Legs organization are not exaggerated. They have inexplicable relationships with governments of various countries. The underground world is like a martial arts world, and the government hardly cares about the grievances and grievances in it.
After Pierre completed the report, Russell turned on the computer on the desk next to him, ignoring reports about aliens and demons, and looking for news about mutant apes.
In the next few days, if New York is a little quieter, he will go to California to see the orangutans.
And Pluto, when the opportunity was right, he wanted to meet Miss Satan, but God sold her openly. This was done in a very unethical manner. Russell couldn't stand it anymore and decided to tell the truth.
If Satan rebels and wants to go to heaven, he will definitely provide spiritual support.
"Oops, I suddenly remembered something."
Pierre, who was writing the report, was startled and turned to look at Russell: "Someone called the police in Chinatown last night. My colleagues on the night shift rushed to the scene and found nothing. The director asked me to go there again."
"How big a thing can be more important than my report?"
"That's not true. It is said that the dragon was danced during festival celebrations, and then the fake dragon turned into a real dragon. Many witnesses saw it."
Speaking of this, Pierre sighed again: "This is why I feel so sad. There are always weird reports of crimes recently."
"The fake dragon turned into a real dragon...what did the colleagues on the night shift say?" Russell's eyelids twitched, feeling that things were not that simple.
"The result of the investigation was that firecrackers were set off during festival celebrations to ignite the dragon dance, and then the reporter drank too much and mistook the fire dragon for a real dragon."
"What kind of shabby investigation result is this? A group of witnesses were drunk?"
"So the director asked me to verify..."
"I go!"
Russell picked up the coat on the chair and patted Pierre on the shoulder: "You help me write the report, and I will help you verify the case. It's such a happy decision."