Next to Russell's handsome back is a bulletproof car that was burning due to a violent explosion. The major shareholder's luxury car is of reliable quality and did not deform even when a grenade exploded. Considering the small space in the car and the power of the grenade, the major shareholder should
Unable to experience the pleasure of burning his body in flames, he was directly blown to death.
Russell did not look back at the explosion, thinking about bringing a pack of cigarettes with him next time to show off, but within three seconds, after taking a few steps, a big horse fell to the ground. A bullet passed over the place where he had been standing.
, he listened to the source of the gunfire, rolled around, and ducked behind a car.
[The host contacts the plot character Hertz and triggers the lottery. Do you want to draw now? 】
Although I don't know who Hertz is, he can be defined as a "plot character" by the system, so he is definitely not a sideshow.
Hurts is indeed not a bastard, he is just the short leader who has been pursuing Smith relentlessly. He has the face of a small man and a slightly fat body, but underneath his cheerful appearance there is a cruel and evil heart.
Hertz was a forensic expert consultant to the FBI. He was good at handling corpses and analyzing criminals' psychological activities based on subtle clues. Because of his reputation, many big bosses hired him as a personal assistant to solve some shady matters.
Hertz, like Russell, was born with a talent. After a brief contact, he could analyze a person's psychology through language and body movements, and guess what the other person was thinking and what he would do next.
With his innate talent, he moved among many forces and became prosperous.
"Wow wow, I didn't expect that besides Smith, there would be such a powerful gunman like you. Tell me, where is the woman and the baby?" Hertz hid in the grass and saw Russell's weird shooting skills. He didn't plan to show up.
Die.
"Your boss is dead, is there any point in continuing to struggle with him?"
As Russell spoke, he opened the system interface, started his favorite lottery session, and got an item card.
[Item card: Hertz’s fingerprint pistol (it can only be fired after checking Hertz’s fingerprints. It can avoid misfires, reduce the crime rate, and is not afraid of being picked up by the enemy. It is a loyal and principled pistol)]
Russell: "..."
What a piece of shit, wasting my expression!
Russell was playing lottery here, and Hurts on the other side began to put pressure on him with words: "Haha, you don't think I only work for Hammerson, do you?"
"There are many people who employ me. Killing one Hammerson won't affect anything. Speaking of which, I have to thank you because Smith killed the congressman and I received another big contract. As long as I kill you, I can go back to the past."
Say goodbye."
Hertz was speaking triumphantly, but Russell could hear that he was very unwilling to do so. He imagined the other party gnashing his teeth and couldn't help but ridiculed: "After talking for a long time, it turns out that you are just a wage earner, poor guy!"
"Stop talking nonsense and tell me..."
Hertz hid behind a tree, heard Russell's sarcasm, and snorted twice. Unexpectedly, a pistol was pressed against his temple, and Smith appeared out of nowhere.
"What the hell!"
Hertz looked at the military dog squatting at Smith's feet speechlessly. If he recognized it correctly, it was the military dog he had brought over. The military dog squatted beside Smith obediently, wagging its tail happily, sensing Hertz's anger.
He glared and glared back.
"I like dogs. They are man's best friends, aren't they?"
"Shit, fuck my good friend!"
Bang!
Smith pulled the trigger and blew out Hertz's head. Russell came from behind the car and couldn't help but roll his eyes when he looked at the big military dog.
"Smith, you're two minutes late!"
Smith put the pistol into his holster: "No, it's just right."
…
Two days later, in a small town in North Carolina, Smith decided to quit the world, change his ways, and settle down here with Quintana as a farmer, where they could live out the rest of their lives in peace.
The two considered getting married after a while, and the baby naturally became their first child.
A happy ending, everything looks good, Smith and Quintana are very satisfied with their new home, but Russell is not, because he paid for the land.
The bank card worth 500,000 US dollars is anonymous, cannot be reported as lost, and cannot be withdrawn, but the card can be swiped at the POS machine. Russell felt that this thing was of little use, but when he actually swiped the card, he couldn't help but feel distressed for an afternoon.
Smith solved his worries and began to teach Russell with all his strength, imparting all his skills to him. He regarded Russell as a good friend, the kind of friend who had a life-long friendship, and he taught extremely hard.
The fastest way to learn is actual combat. No matter how much theory you learn, it is not as good as practicing with real swords and guns. In this regard, Smith and Cross hold the same view. He took Russell to perform actual combat in the jungle.
He stopped playing and deliberately missed every time. It wasn't until he learned about Russell's miraculous talent that he started to take action seriously.
After leveling up the full-level tuba and the trumpet, Russell used his experience to increase his biubiu. The time between life and death is the easiest time to break through. His brain was running at high speed, and his muscles memorized the movements again and again. Within a few days, Smith was eating
Got into some trouble.
The remaining memories and experiences of the subway police in Russell's body were constantly being excavated, and he made rapid progress at a speed visible to the naked eye. There were also two one-time skills that he had previously equipped, namely 'Fire Shot' and 'Bullet Time', from which Russell gained extremely powerful abilities.
Gun Sense, although he cannot perfectly copy the two magical skills, the system has recognized that he has acquired a permanent skill.
[Skill: Pistol Mastery (your pistol is great)]
Compared with the advanced skills he had experienced, 'Pistol Proficiency' seemed ordinary, but Russell was inspired. The moment the system prompt sounded, he suddenly realized a truth.
The system is not the biggest golden finger, it is just the key to travel through the world. This key unlocks endless resources!
…
A week later, after Russell had mastered the new skills, Smith told him that he had nothing to teach him.
The master leads us in. Cultivation depends on oneself. The next step is to rely on Russell himself!
Russell didn't say much. They opened red wine that night, and Quintana prepared a sumptuous dinner. It was a farewell dinner, and both of them drank to their heart's content.
At noon the next day, Russell got into the Ford pickup truck, twisted the key and waved to Smith.
"To be honest, even though we only got along for a short time, I am sure that you are the worst killer I have ever seen. Your qualifications are simply stupid!" Smith is looking forward to his future life. The smile on his tough guy's face has become more and more serious recently.
He came more and more, and started teasing Russell when he was leaving.
Russell snorted coldly, took out the anonymous bank card from his pocket, and threw it on Smith's face.
Smith was in a daze and dropped his bank card directly to the ground. He frowned and said, "What does this mean? Do you think you can make me change my evaluation of you by spending some money?"
Russell glanced at Smith arrogantly, and his wealthy aura leaked out: "Poor guy, there are about 300,000 US dollars in it!"
Without saying a word, Smith picked up the bank card on the ground, put it into his inner pocket, and gave Russell a thumbs up: "I take back what I said before, you are really a genius!"
The two looked at each other, smiled, stretched out their fists and touched each other in mid-air.
"By the way, will you come to my wedding with Quintana?"
"Sorry, I may be absent because I still have the status of a wanted criminal." Russell shrugged, and drove the Ford away under Smith's gaze.
"I was going to say that I still need a best man...well, good luck to you!"
It wasn't until the shadow of the pickup truck disappeared that Smith turned and walked towards his new home. At the door of his home, he saw Quintana holding the baby in her arms. He took the mother and son into his arms and kissed Quintana on the forehead.
Quintana touched the face of the man he loved and traced the contours of his facial features with his fingers: "What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?"
"No, I'm not at all...well, you're right, I'm a little disappointed!"
"Leave it to me, I have a way to make you happy immediately!"
Quintana smiled, slid his fingers from Smith's chin to his chest, drew a small circle, then continued downward, gently opened the zipper, and held an indescribable cylinder.
"Oh~~~"
"I like this method. I can't remember who Russell is!"