"Who do you want to give this ring to? No, do you still have a spare tire?" Shen Blind clutched the ring of the goddess of destiny tightly. She discovered the beauty and her tone became stiff.
"Uh..." The sudden murderous aura made Russell swallow his saliva and said with a dry smile: "I mean, actually, there is a woman who is chasing me recently."
"Who, what's your name, where do you live?" Shen Menghan squinted his eyes, hiding the cold light in them. Even if Russell was deceiving her, his competitors had to guard against it.
Russell shook his head like a rattle: "I don't know, I ignored her every time she tried to strike up a conversation."
"What does she look like? Is she good-looking?" Shen Menghan was still determined and continued to ask.
"You know, I always refuse women who take the initiative to strike up a conversation, so I didn't pay much attention to her appearance. I can only say that she is 1.72 meters tall, her measurements are 86-60-91, she is dark, long and straight, and her face is pretty and pretty. The temperament and clothing can tell that the family is not short of money."
Shen Menghan: "..."
MMP, big pig's hooves, this is called not taking a close look at it. If you take a closer look, why don't you be honest with me?
Shen Menghan was so angry that she stamped her feet, turned around and left, making up her mind that whenever a little bitch who met the above conditions appeared around Russell, she would break her legs and throw her into the sea to feed the sharks.
Russell's head was full of black lines as he listened to the sound of bang bang bang going downstairs. He lowered his head and saw the shoe prints sunk into the ground. He secretly said that bragging was indeed risky. If he used more force with his kick, his apartment building would collapse. .
"No, I have to buy insurance for this building. If the building collapses one day, the insurance company will pay the bill." Russell closed the door with lingering fear. The woman he made up casually did not exist at all, just to make Chen Meng Han took the ring back, and the effect was very good. Supergirl's IQ plummeted, and she succeeded with almost no effort.
He was not afraid that Shen Menghan would accidentally injure the woman who was chasing after him. The data was all made up casually. How could an identical one appear by chance?
"Ah sneeze——"
Duan Xinlan sneezed for no reason and looked around suspiciously. Recently, she always felt like someone was talking about her behind her back.
…
Time passed in a blink of an eye for more than half a month. Russell finished sorting out the newly acquired cards and started watching other movies, focusing on science fiction, magic, horror and other themes.
Such themes are high-level and dangerous, and if you don't know the plot clearly, you will be very passive. Some of them are relatively simple dramas, such as zombie-themed films, or thrillers that are actually mental illness films in the guise of horror films, so he excluded them.
It's a movie that can be done by masturbating, just go through it recklessly.
The process of watching a movie is rough and boring. Watching it occasionally can make you happy physically and mentally, but watching it for a long time, without stopping from morning to night, or even three or four times in a row, is a bit unbearable.
Russell finally understands why many film critics are trying to criticize everyone, from directors to actors, and they criticize the entire entertainment industry. When you treat watching movies as work instead of leisure and relaxation, you will also Becoming as high-maintenance as a film critic.
Also, Shen Menghan came every now and then, which not only made him mentally exhausted, but also physically tortured. He wished he could start the world mission immediately to take a break.
When Shen Menghan came over at night, she just started shooting, but when she came during the day, it was different. She would drag Russell along to watch movies and go shopping, and then start shooting again at night, three times a day and sometimes five times a day.
There is no rejection. Russell said that men cannot say no, especially in the bedroom. If they give in, they will not have the confidence to take over the right to speak in the future.
As for whether the kidneys can survive, Russell said it's not a big deal. The worst he can do is add some angelica root to the thermos cup and make a dish of leek kidneys every day, which is both economical and affordable!
Shen Menghan smiled happily every time she left. She spent a lot of effort secretly investigating the little bitches around Russell, but found no shark bait that matched the data. But this is not safe. The only way is to kill Russell every day. Only when her eyes were dull and staring like a zombie did she feel safe.
…
On this day, Russell was reading "The Adventures of Jackie Chan" at home in a daze. While listening to Ah Fu's flirtatious words, the system notification sounded in his mind.
【Ding!】
[Host, please note that the sixth mission in the world is about to begin, and the ten-minute countdown is now entering, please be prepared!]
"Uncle Luo, we have captured a new world node and are about to set off."
Russell's dull facial features suddenly changed. He drank all the water in the glass in one gulp, chewed the wolfberry and angelica and said, "Damn it, it's finally here. If I don't start, I will be drained."
He complained, took out the space ring from the drawer, put it on, and waited quietly for the ten-minute countdown. With the space ring, he didn't have to spend time arranging props like before, he could just concentrate and count down silently.
Ten minutes later, Russell's eyes blurred as he appeared in an office. Opposite the desk in front of him, sat a fat, middle-aged black man.
"Russell, on behalf of the Chicago Police Department, I welcome you to join. I am the captain of the Homicide Division and your immediate boss. You can call me John."
Russell was stunned and quickly stepped into the role: "Hello, Sheriff John!"
John didn't have any airs. He stood up and patted Russell on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Relax, don't be so formal. I like the staff to call me by my name. After all, we will be colleagues from now on."
Russell hit the snake with a stick and started chatting with him: "Okay, John! To be honest, I'm a little surprised to meet such a kind boss like you."
"Hahaha, I know what you are worried about. I can only say that it is not necessary because my skin is not white."
John smiled and picked up the paper box on the table and handed it to Russell: "Your police badge and other documents are inside, as well as the police car keys. The money in the brown paper envelope is for you to buy a gun. If you feel that the money If you can't buy more powerful firepower, then I'm sorry, you have to pay for it yourself."
"With more powerful firepower, can Sand Eagle be used?" Russell subconsciously answered.
John shrugged: "Personally, I don't recommend you do this, but if you feel it is necessary, it's okay. This is Chicago, not to mention 2035, even 3035 is definitely one of the most dangerous cities in the United States. "
"2035!?" Russell suddenly thought, this is the rhythm of a science fiction movie, and he secretly thought about which world he was in and what the plot was.
John turned around and sat down, not noticing Russell's abnormality: "Just kidding, if it were 3035, we would already be living on Mars."
"Yes, maybe the earth has left the solar system."
Russell picked up the police badge, with the words 'Pioneer Model' written on the slogan. He followed John's example and fastened it on his belt, then opened the police ID card and saw a slightly sci-fi style ID card.
The police badge has a blue light, and there are three vertical stripes of identification code and a metal chip. The rest is his name and other information. The area he is responsible for is Chicago's 28th Precinct.
All the information is written on the certificate, and he is as reasonable as the old man in Novice Village. Next, it is time to take on the mission.
"John, now that I'm on board, are there any cases you want to give me?"
"Man, don't be so anxious! Although I like colleagues who work hard, you have just been transferred to Chicago and just completed the onboarding procedures today. Even if I give you a case, can you solve it by yourself?"
Russell raised his eyebrows: "You mean you want to introduce me to a partner who is familiar with the city?"
"Of course, this is a necessary process..." John paused as he spoke, scratched his bald black forehead, and said helplessly: "There were originally two police officers in the 28th District you were responsible for, but one of them changed jobs.
I went to the tax department, and the other one encountered some trouble and is on vacation. I can only ask the substitute police officer to help you familiarize yourself with the environment. Would you mind?"
"To be honest, I mind a little bit. But..." Russell said with a straight face, and then suddenly smiled: "If he can be as funny as you, John, then there will be no problem."
"Hahaha, I like your character, and I believe you will be able to integrate into the new family soon." John picked up the coffee cup and took a sip: "But you used the wrong word. The substitute police officer is not him.
But her."
"Her?" Russell turned his brain and searched for the strong woman who lived in 2035 and was a Chicago police officer.
"Officer Ada Wang was originally in charge of District 50 and was temporarily transferred to District 28. You are both Asians, so there will be no communication problems."
"Wait, John, what did you say her name was?"
"Ada Wang! What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"
Russell was stunned. What's wrong? This is so fucking wrong. When he mentioned the character Ada Wang, the image of a short-haired beauty in a red slit cheongsam and a pistol strapped to her long legs automatically popped into his mind.
Why is the plot of Resident Evil extended to the year 2035?
John burst out laughing: "Russell, you must have thought of a zombie-themed shooting game, right?"
Russell was even more confused. Could it be that his guess was wrong and he just happened to have the same name?
"I'm glad that we are all fans of classic shooting games, but I am disappointed to disappoint you. If there was an umbrella company in this world, I would be the first to take it down."
“There is no umbrella company, which is great news!”
"Hahaha, I found that we get along very well!" John continued: "I have given your mobile phone number to Ada. She will contact you after get off work. I went back to recuperate today. You look like... uh , looking like he’s been overworked.”
Russell's face darkened. He had indeed worked hard day and night, and everyone else had lost weight.
"Young man, please exercise restraint, otherwise you will suffer the same consequences when you are at my age." John attacked maliciously. He is a very good boss and can get along with his subordinates as happily as friends.
"Okay, John, thank you for your kindness. If I don't have anything else to say, I'll leave first."
"I still have instructions. You are not allowed to go to nightclubs to play shooting games at night. Get your gun ready as soon as possible and be in high spirits on the first day of work..." John continued to joke and said with full malice: "Pay attention to Ada, she
She is a famous police beauty in Chicago, and many people want to be her Leon. If you successfully catch her, be prepared to be isolated by everyone, including me."
Russell: "..."
This boss is a little too happy, no wonder he has so many tattoos on his forehead!
"Finally, I wish you good luck!"
"Thanks!"
Russell opened the door and left the office and went to the first floor. The space of more than 500 square meters was filled with desks. Most of the police officers were out on duty, and only a few people were working.
Russell took out the number on the carton, found his desk, tidied it up briefly, looked at each other with a few curious people, nodded, and went to the parking lot as if they were familiar.
Looking at the basement full of police cars, he was a little confused. He pressed the start switch to find his own car, but soon he realized a new problem.
"Where do I live?"
The thing that Russell is most satisfied with about the system is that every time he goes to a mission world, he will be assigned a legal identity. But the system is not done well enough. He has no memory about the new world, so it is very troublesome to assign an identity.
"Hello, officer, how can I help you?"
Russell stood in front of the police car and was in trouble. A robot walked out of the corner and came to him and asked politely.