After changing clothes in an alley, Russell returned to the car like no one else, and then checked his mission progress bar.
[World mission: 1, major case 0/5]
[World missions: 2, ordinary cases 2/50]
"As expected of a free America, gangsters fighting with the police and gangsters snatching wallets are ordinary cases."
Russell complained about daily life in New York and began to re-analyze his tasks. He originally thought that the standard for solving a case was to apprehend the criminal or write a closing report, but now it seems that this is not the case.
So the question becomes, why is the T-1000 case not completed?
Russell didn't know why, so he classified it as a continuous mission. After T-1000, there will be other robot killers returning from the future or parallel universes.
This is good news. If it is t-x, he can get a mechanical maid.
Thinking of this, he took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Arnold, asking the other party to pay attention and contact him as soon as possible when meeting a straight woman of steel.
The Mexican gangs were eliminated, the police lifted the surrounding traffic blockades one by one, the long queue of motorcades drove slowly, and the traffic order returned to normal.
…
"Stan, it's me."
In the anti-narcotics building, the anti-narcotics police officer Russell had met called Stanfield. On the TV in the office, there was a continuous report of the previous shootout.
New York reporters, whose intelligence capabilities are better than those of the FBI, have discovered Russell's identity and have posted his photo and played a loop of short videos of him killing gang members.
"Why are you calling me again? Don't you know what avoiding suspicion means?"
"Stan, have you watched the news?"
"Look, whenever you turn on the TV now, you'll see reporters crazily praising 'The Brave Detective'."
Stanfield said sourly: "Where did that guy come from? The robot can't shoot as accurately as he can."
"Damn it! Stan, didn't you notice his name? He's Russell!" the anti-narcotics police officer shouted angrily into the phone, then took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"Russell...who is that, should I know him?"
Stanfield recalled for a moment and confirmed that he had never seen Russell before, or even heard of it, otherwise he would definitely still remember it.
"Damn! Damn! Damn!!!"
Just like the chairman of the committee cursed "Niang Xipi" three times in a row, the anti-narcotics police also cursed three times in one breath and said angrily: "Stan, the policeman who investigated you is Russell, the sharpshooter on TV who killed fifteen people.
A pervert who only uses fifteen bullets."
On the other side of the phone, Stanfield was silent for a long time and said slowly: "Stop making trouble, this is not funny at all. I remember clearly that you said before that the police officer investigating me was named Michelangelo."
"Asshole, stop mentioning Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles to me. I never mentioned Michelangelo. That was what you said."
After the anti-narcotics police officer finished speaking, he realized that he was a little too excited, unlike the younger brother talking to the boss, so his tone was restrained: "Stan, you know, I have just arranged five people to call Officer Russell to bring him
We were led to the dock, and the emergency news broadcast appeared."
"This is good news."
"Yeah, this is really good news. Without this news, the five of us would have died. He killed us without even needing to change the magazine."
The anti-drug policeman complained: "Listen, Stan, I am willing to hang out with you because you can make money and give me the life I want, not because I like to risk my life."
"so what?"
"So you solve the trouble you caused yourself. I would rather surrender than fight that monster."
"Hehehe, man, you were scared by him."
Stanfield chuckled twice in a deep voice and mocked: "It's just that the gun is accurate. At most, it means that he is more talented than ordinary people. There are many ways to kill him, including sniping, poisoning, and mailing bombs.
It doesn’t have to be a head-on confrontation.”
"But he is a celebrity now, and many people are paying attention to him. It will be very troublesome to kill him."
"Very good, just say it was a Mexican gang. Those crazy people have a motive, don't they?"
"What do you want to do?"
"Spend some money to find a killer and get rid of it once and for all."
…
On the second floor of the apartment, Leon watched the TV with an expressionless face. He recorded the replay of the news and took the trouble to watch it a dozen times.
Matilda sat next to her, covering her eyes while peeking, and arched into Leon's arms from time to time, only to be pushed away every time.
The precocious girl felt complex emotions, friendship, love and even the relationship between father and daughter in Leon, which made her happy because she had lacked love since she was a child.
Different from girls of the same age, she is very brave, does not hide her love, and takes the initiative to attack.
In contrast, although Leon is an uncle, facing Matilda's love offensive, he is as clumsy as an innocent boy. He is at a loss. He wants to refuse but is afraid of hurting the other person's self-esteem.
To put it bluntly, Leon actually has some ideas. Because he has been lonely for a long time, he and Matilda belong to the same type of people and desire to be cared for.
It's just that he is calmer and knows that there is no possibility for the two of them. He is a killer and he is not too young.
"Leon, are you still looking at that policeman?" Matilda took advantage of the opportunity and pretended to be frightened by the TV picture, and got into Leon's arms.
"Well, he is very fast, so fast that it only exists in theory."
Leon held Matilda's shoulders and asked her to do a good job on the sofa and not to always crawl into his arms.
"Then if you meet, can you..."
"No, he has already killed me before I even drew my gun." Leon shook his head and said the most cowardly words in the calmest tone.
"Not at all possible?"
"Not at all."
"It doesn't matter, the news said that he is a police officer in Manhattan. If we don't go to Manhattan, we won't meet him." Matilda comforted her. New York is so big and has such a large population, the possibility of meeting him is almost zero.
.
Leon replied: "The news is not credible. Several media reports are different. Some say he is an assaulter of the SWAT tactical team, while others say he is an instructor of the firearms tactics team of the New York Training Bureau."
"As long as it's not in Brooklyn." Matilda shrugged.
Bang bang bang!
While the two were talking, there was a knock on the door.
Leon turned off the TV, put his hand into his coat, asked Matilda to stay away from the door, and cautiously looked out through the peephole.
Two seconds later, he gestured OK to Matilda, and then opened the door expressionlessly.
"surprise!!"
Max and Caroline appeared at the door carrying small cakes. Facing Leon's indifferent face, their smiles gradually became awkward.
"Uh, I'm Caroline, she's my roommate Max, we live downstairs, and this is a gift for the new neighbors."
As Caroline spoke, she handed the small cake to Leon, and secretly peeked into the room with Max.
"Thanks."
Leon didn't want to accept the cake, but thinking that Matilda might like it, he accepted the neighbor's gift.
The door was ajar, and with Leon's tall body, Caroline and Max couldn't see anything.
"Is there anything else?"
"Sir, we don't know your name yet. The little girl in the room, she is..."
"My name is Mark, she is my daughter, thank you for the cake."
After Leon finished speaking, he closed the door with a bang, leaving two unlucky guys behind.
"Max, I'm sure they are not father and daughter. They don't have any similarities from beginning to end." Caroline turned and walked downstairs, chattering.
"I also think they are not father and daughter, but I don't agree with you using looks as a basis for judgment."
Max gloated: "Many fathers and children look nothing alike, but wives insist that they are their husband's children. If the husband dares to do a paternity test, it will be a blasphemy against the sacred marriage."
"Max, please be serious. The little girl inside may be being persecuted. Mark doesn't even dare to say her name."
"I know, I was ready to break in just now."
"But you didn't."
"Of course, Mark can lift us both up one by one. I don't want to increase the number of victims."
While they were talking, the two of them met Russell on the first floor, and immediately their eyes lit up and they approached him.
"Thank God, Officer Russell, we finally waited for you."
The two unlucky guys were obviously out of touch with society. They were only focused on the stable, or imagining the inappropriate scenes on the second floor. Everyone in New York knew what Russell was doing in Manhattan, but they didn't know.
"What are you two doing standing at the door, waiting for me to show up and borrow the bathroom?"
Russell looked at Max and Caroline speechlessly. They all said that they were afraid of network cables after being bitten by a snake for ten years. However, the two women have suffered so many losses and have not yet figured out their unlucky physiques and their IQs are second to none.
It’s understandable that Max is stupid, but Caroline is so stupid that she doesn’t look like one!
"Officer Russell, we just took a small cake to visit the new neighbor on the second floor, and the result..."
"Wait a minute!"
Russell looked at the two women with a strange look on his face: "I remember warning you to stay on the first floor, why didn't you listen?"
"It doesn't matter, Max will protect me!"
"It doesn't matter, Caroline will protect me!"
(?_?)?)
Russell: Farewell! No delivery!
He was convinced, and there was a reason why these two guys walked around the killer's house and came out intact.
It's not because Leon is a professional killer who won't attack women and children, but because the two unlucky guys are too stupid and there is no need to silence them.
"One last warning, stay on the first floor honestly, do you understand?"
"Officer Russell, we will go up with you. You must know that it is a little girl, and some scenes are not suitable for you to handle." Caroline raised her hands to speak.
Max nodded repeatedly from the side: "I have had the experience of being kidnapped, and I know how to comfort the child."
"Okay, you are responsible for knocking on the door."
“Happy to oblige!”
The two idiots were very enthusiastic, but they didn't know that they were being used as a stepping stone.
Bang bang bang!
Hearing the door knocking again, Leon frowned slightly and signaled Matilda to stay away. Through the peephole, he saw clearly that it was Max and Caroline, and he was speechless for a while.
He likes the location of this apartment. There are many alleys extending in all directions, which is very suitable for running away after being blocked. However, the neighbors are too enthusiastic.
Click!
When the door opened, Leon's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stared blankly at Russell who came out of the corner of the stairs and corridor, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
The God of Death is coming!
He tried his best to hide his panic and silently reached into his coat, and then he saw Russell also reaching into his coat.
After weighing the pros and cons, Leon decided to give up.