Seeing Russell talking to himself and starting to take off his belt, the white men who robbed him panicked, and the hand holding the gun trembled, fearing that he would actually take out a Barrett.
The result is even worse!
Russell reached into his crotch and rummaged around for a long time, then suddenly froze for a moment, took out the disassembled parts of the m249 machine gun, and assembled it in front of the man.
"It turned out to be hidden here. I searched for it for three months but couldn't find it. I thought I lost it."
"Wait a minute, give me a minute, I'll look for where the special magazine is..."
"Not this RPG, nor this one... Hey, I seem to have touched Barrett... Damn, this is the gun that came with me from the factory..."
"..."
A minute later, Russell shrugged and apologized: "Sorry, there are too many weapons and ammunition. I can't find Barrett. You don't mind, right?"
"You, who are you!?"
The white man's hand holding the gun was shaking, and he grabbed the cuff of his windbreaker with the other hand and kept wiping sweat. He knew he was lucky and accidentally robbed a big boss.
Russell did not answer. He took out a bunch of gun licenses from his pants pocket and turned out his police officer ID at the bottom: "As you can see, nypd, this is my territory."
The man looked at his police officer ID card and then at the arms display in front of him. He silently raised the muzzle of his popular Colt and said with a forced smile: "Sorry to bother you, I just came in for a drink. I didn't mean to rob you.
It’s a joke.”
"Are you sure you don't want to?"
I can’t take it away even if I want it!
The man screamed in his heart to be let go, and waved his hands repeatedly: "No, please put the gun back quickly. I have something to do. I will leave now without disturbing your meal."
"Wait a minute, look at your gun, why do I think there are no bullets in it?"
Russell raised his eyebrows and looked at the white man, and said dissatisfiedly: "If I had told you that you had no bullets, I wouldn't have taken out the gun. I'm tired of this, and I have to put it back again..."
As he spoke, he stuffed the guns on the table back into his clothes one by one, like magic.
Max next to him stared with envy in his eyes, imagining that he also had the ability to hide things, and then walked in and out of the supermarket.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I have bullets in my gun. Really...what are you doing? I'm warning you, stay away from me, or I will shoot."
The man's voice was trembling, and he pointed the gun at Russell. He was obviously the one with the gun, but he was so aggrieved that he almost cried.
The most terrifying thing was that he found that Russell's aura was so strong that he couldn't control his hands and feet and couldn't pull the trigger.
"You have bullets, why don't you pull the trigger?"
Russell stepped forward, took the Colt from the man's stiff hand, took off the magazine and took a look: "I misunderstood you, it turns out there are real bullets."
"right!"
Bang!
Russell hit the white man in the abdomen with an uppercut, causing him to curl up, bend his back and kneel on the ground, losing the ability to move.
"You know, the last person who pointed a gun at me..."
Russell put Colt on the dining table and glanced at the white man who was retching: "Luckily for you, I am still on vacation today and am too lazy to write a report. Otherwise, the hearse instead of a police car will come to pick you up later.
"
The white man was incapacitated, rolled his eyes and was speechless.
Russell took out his cell phone and dialed David's number. He remembered that this guy liked to work night shifts to earn overtime pay, and he should be hanging around nearby.
On the other side, David, who was on patrol, received the call and happily agreed.
After hanging up the phone, David sighed dejectedly. When the shift changed this afternoon, the director talked to him. For safety reasons, he would change his partner.
David was extremely melancholy. He was looking forward to teaming up with Russell, but as a result, the golden partner died prematurely before he became famous or even started a formal cooperation.
The vehicle passed the bridge and received a radio notification that there was current interference in the surrounding area. He was the closest and drove 200 meters to the site of the incident.
Under the deserted bridge, scrapped cars and oil drums can be seen everywhere, but there is not even a homeless person.
David held a strong flashlight and reached out to hold the pistol at his waist. A gust of cold wind blew by, and goosebumps appeared on his neck.
The atmosphere was very bad, and David thought of the horror movies he had watched in the cinema when he was chasing girls.
After turning around a bridge pier, a strong flashlight shone on a barbed wire fence, and the red molten iron left behind by high-temperature cutting remained on the edge of the circular gap.
He looked at this scene with confusion and approached with a strong flashlight, wondering whether it was a natural phenomenon or a man-made prank.
At this time, a silver-white humanoid object approached David from behind, and the hand knife fell at lightning speed, easily knocking him to the ground.
The strange silver-white object was like a puddle of mercury walking upright. After knocking David down, his body shrank and twisted, becoming just like David. Even the police uniform number on his body was exactly the same.
The only difference is the expression. Although he has the same face as David, he is as ruthless as steel.
He took off David's pistol and drove away in the police car, leaving David unconscious, with occasional twitching of his hands and feet.
…
In the restaurant, the white man woke up, regained his mobility, and was knocked to the ground again by Russell.
Later, in order not to disturb the normal order of the restaurant, the unlucky guy was stuffed into a booth by Max and Caroline, right opposite Russell.
The two women admired Russell's ferocious performance and gave him a small cake for free, although he had no interest at all.
After not being able to wait for David for half an hour and not answering the call, Russell's patience ran out. Considering that he only had the director's number, he didn't know what to call.
The director seemed to be conducting a serious scientific experiment with an unknown number of people. He was extremely annoyed when he received Russell's call. But when Russell turned on the hidden switch in his brain, he immediately became very polite and arranged for a police patrol car to rush to the restaurant.
The white man, his pistol, and the black garbage bag were taken away. The two police officers briefly asked about the incident and then waved goodbye to Russell.
After Russell met all the plot characters in the restaurant, he triggered the lottery without being prompted by the system, and he simply dropped a hundred dollars and left.
"No need to look for it, the rest is a tip."
Max held the hundred-dollar bill and looked at Russell's back as he walked away gracefully with bright eyes. He walked all the way to the door and found that the way he opened the door of the sports car was so handsome.
"Max, the taillights are gone, it's time to come back to life."
Caroline waved her hand in front of Max's face, shaking him out of his daydream: "Wake up, just a hundred dollars is not enough to make you fall in love with him."
"That's enough. At least I love him tonight."
Max put the hundred-dollar knife under his nose, sniffed hard, and said intoxicatedly: "I admit that I was wrong. At the beginning, I didn't think he was handsome at all, and he only stared at my breasts.
Scumbag."
"What now?"
"He is a rich scumbag... No need to ask for anything, the rest is a tip..."
Max imitated Russell's tone, pretended to finish, and said excitedly: "He looks so handsome when he checks out and drives. He looks like Marlon Brando, what do you think?"
"Max, wake up. Off-screen, Marlon Brando is a scumbag. On-screen, the godfather doesn't drive a $20,000 Camaro."
"Wow, bankrupt young lady, do you have two hundred dollars now?"
"If someone tips with two hundred dollar bills, I'll have it." Caroline pouted.
"That's fine. What's the difference to me between twenty thousand dollars and two million dollars?" Max's eyes widened, and he felt so poor.
"Okay, if you are really crazy about it, you can deliver it to your door after get off work. He lives on the third floor."
"You don't have to say that."
"..."
…
At four o'clock in the morning, Max left the third floor wearing a bathrobe and a satisfied look on his face, and opened the door to his room.
"Max, why are you only wearing a bathrobe, or a men's one... Damn it, I remember you went upstairs with your clothes on an hour and a half ago."
Caroline covered her head. She knew that Max always welcomed anyone who came, but this was too fast...
Well, one and a half hours is not too fast.
"Caroline, I'm in love."
Max looked infatuated, and one could tell by looking at her intoxicated eyes that she was back, but her soul was still on the third floor.
"In love! You slept with Officer Russell first, and then you fell in love with him?"
"No, I didn't go to bed. The person I fell in love with was his jacuzzi."
Max came back to his senses and sighed: "I brought a small cake to the door. The excuse was that the shower at home was broken and I wanted to take a bath in Officer Russell's bathroom."
"The results of it?"
"In the end, he neither ate the cake nor me. He actually lent me the bathroom."
Max was very sympathetic to his tragic experience and said happily: "But his jacuzzi was so big and comfortable that I couldn't help myself and washed it three times."
"I can see it, my skin is all wrinkled."
Caroline rolled her eyes and complained speechlessly.
"To be honest, I wish I could die in his bathroom, the oven in the kitchen, and the TV in the living room..."
Max gritted his teeth and said: "Damn it, why doesn't he fuck me, so I have a reason to live there and not leave."
"Max, I remember someone said that Officer Russell stared at her breasts for fifteen seconds. He was a complete scumbag."
Caroline crossed her arms and said in a strange tone: "As far as the current situation is concerned, someone seems to have made a mistake and overestimated his own charm."
"No, I still retain my original opinion. He is indeed a rich scumbag."
When Max said this, he frowned in confusion: "Carolyn, Officer Russell told me that if I can lose weight and become the female Thor's best friend, you can consider having a sex with me. Who is the female Thor's best friend?"
"I don't know, but if these are his true words, then he is indeed a scumbag."
"I repeat, he is a rich scumbag, and his bathtub is amazing!"
Max defended the scumbag. When he saw Caroline packing clothes, he couldn't help but asked: "What are you doing? Why do you need a change of clothes?"
"As you said, the shower at our house is broken. I'm going to borrow the bathroom from Officer Russell's house to use it."
"Damn it, you little bitch, you covet his jacuzzi." Max was furious.
"Aren't you the same?"
"No, I'm still greedy for his money."
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