The Jedi Knight and the Scorpion King died by jumping off a building. This was very unscientific. Russell didn't accept the reality for a long time.
Apart from anything else, the faces of these two people alone are not characters who died casually.
At the very least, they will definitely not die if they jump off the building. Just like taking a leap of faith, there will always be a lawn or an awning below.
No matter how bad it is, there will still be a swimming pool, crooked neck tree and so on!
"Director, it's inappropriate to comment on two outstanding colleagues like this, but I still want to ask what the coroner said. Did they...you know?"
Russell said while making gestures like smoking.
"Don't think wildly. They didn't do anything extraordinary at the time. The autopsy report showed that everything was normal and there was no sign of being assassinated."
The director narrated the situation at that time. The bald brothers chased the robbers who robbed the jewelry store. The robbers used the zip line of the special forces to escape from the high building. The bald brothers did not know which tendon was wrong and jumped from a height of more than ten floors, both of them transformed.
became a photo.
That doesn't sound normal!
Russell shook his head slightly: "Maybe the coroner is a mole. They can't find out the truth about Tony's death, nor can they find out the reason why the bald brother jumped off the building without thinking."
"I know you suspect this is a bad case of retaliation against the police, but it's none of your business. That's an issue that the headquarters should consider. Someone is already investigating."
"All right!"
Russell nodded. In addition to the bald brothers, there were many elite detectives in the NYPD headquarters, all of whom were at the Destiny's Child level. It was really not his turn to worry.
"The investiture ceremony will be held in the Police Square three days later. I will attend with you. There will be many media reporting on the spot. Your speech will be prepared by someone, so don't mess it up."
The director gave a few words of warning and then repeated: "Don't go there for the next three days. Stay at home. The investigation on Stan has been temporarily postponed. I don't want to find that no one is at home when I deliver the speech."
"It doesn't matter. I have roughly figured out the details of Sheriff Stanfield's case. Now I just need to arrest him."
Russell said: "Give me half a day and I can snatch him out of New York and bring him to this office."
"really?"
"Of course, his ledger is in my trunk."
Russell still has great trust in the director, and through a hard-core heart-to-heart talk, he confirmed that the other party has upright views and only has some minor flaws in his private life.
After all, no one is perfect, and it’s normal to have some special hobbies.
"I will keep the evidence personally. I will give you five hours. If you find him, notify me and then go home and sleep."
"ok!"
Russell made a gesture, asked someone to move Stanfield's account books into the director's office, and then went to the isolation room.
After the heart-to-heart talk, it was revealed that the police officers guarding the temporary prison were all innocent, and there were no undercover agents serving three years plus three years.
Even so, Russell still didn't believe that the truth behind Tony's death was a heart attack. Someone must have secretly tampered with his body.
Fortunately, although Tony died, the progress of the task progressed one frame, so Russell's work was not in vain.
[World missions: 2, ordinary cases 3/50]
"Not only are they gangsters with heavy weapons, but killers are also on the same level as thieves. This is very New York!"
The Camaro stopped at the police station, Russell drove away in the police car, and called Stanfield's mistress halfway. The spiritual suggestion seeds left earlier worked. The mistress did not know the specific whereabouts of Stanfield, but she knew the other two.
The number of a mistress.
He is a capable man!
Russell visited the nearest mistress, showed off his handsome face that made her unable to close her legs, and quickly asked for important information.
Fortunately for him, the mistress knew the whereabouts of Stanfield, who was living in a wealthy man's villa on Long Island, New York.
If the Central Garden is the back garden of Manhattan, then Long Island is the back garden of the entire New York. It borders Brooklyn and Queens to the west, is surrounded by the sea on three sides, and is covered with forests and trees.
Coupled with the pleasant climate, it is considered one of the most suitable areas for human habitation in the world. It is also one of the most well-known wealthy areas in the United States and even the world.
Regardless of whether Stanfield's villa on Long Island is rented or bought, it shows that this guy is not clean at all and has made a lot of money over the years.
Russell checked the time. It took five hours to travel between Stanfield's villa and the branch. It seemed a bit difficult. It wasn't that he wasn't fast enough, but he was worried about the lack of transportation.
…
[Name: Russell]
[Amount: US$6 million]
[Message is being sent...]
On the other side, all the killers in New York received a text message, and a head worth 6 million US dollars was waiting for the destined person to collect it.
At the same time, information about Russell was also sent to the mailboxes of these killers, including short videos of his street fights.
Very dangerous, but also very valuable.
A small number of killers chose to retreat in the face of difficulties, while more took action upon hearing the news and quickly locked onto Russell's current location through various intelligence networks.
"Ah sneeze!"
Russell sneezed while waiting at the traffic light, wondering which girl was behind him. He automatically ignored the unlucky sister, and finally determined that the target person was Miss Satan.
I'm a little embarrassed when I think about it.
Bang!
The glass of the police car was shattered. Russell looked at the bullet holes in front of him and blinked innocently.
"What happened? Shooting at a police car in broad daylight... Oh, this is New York."
He scratched his head, turned on the alarm, started the car and rushed onto the sidewalk, then passed the traffic light at the intersection ahead, put it in gear and accelerated, then accelerated again.
The telepathy spread, and he found that there were many malicious guys approaching him, and they were not ordinary people.
"It's interesting, hehehe..."
Russell's hand holding the steering wheel trembled slightly, black light surged in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth subconsciously formed a sinister smile.
Thinking of his current identity, he slapped his face, suppressed the evil look on his face, and replaced it with a harmless smile.
"Hello, Director?"
Russell dialed the director's number: "I'm afraid I won't be able to get back within five hours. By the way, a lot of people may die later... Yes, I did it."
Putting the phone away, Russell turned on the veteran driver mode. It would be so easy to die in his hands. At least he had to be able to keep up with the speed of the ace driver, otherwise he would not be qualified.
…
On the road, the alarm bell was blaring, and a police car moved at an incredible speed through the complicated traffic flow.
Like a fish in water, you can do it with ease!
The complex road conditions failed to restrict the movement of police cars, but instead gave them incredible performance opportunities.
Passers-by on both sides heard the sound of the siren and saw the police car approaching at high speed. But when they took out their mobile phones to take pictures, only the taillights of the police car were left.
Equally confused were the car owners wandering slowly on the road.
"This is unscientific!"
The pursuing killer looked at the traffic jam ahead and wondered why an ordinary police car with four wheels could drive so fast.
Russell galloped for five minutes and found speechlessly that because of the speed, all the pursuers behind him had lost track.
Fortunately, although the pursuers behind him were gone, there were still only a lot more 'killers' coming from all directions.
He was very convinced that he must have triggered a certain movie plot, which led to the unreasonable disaster.
He randomly captured a killer, invaded his heart and read his memory, and found that they came from an organization called the "Continental Hotel".
Let’s call it an organization!
Russell didn't know how to describe this organization, which was full of killers and had internal currency. It was the founder of order in the world of killers.
There is a reward of 6 million US dollars on his head. It is not known who the person who put the reward on him is, but there is a very interesting piece of information.
Tony had mentioned the killer currency used in the Continental Hotel to him before, but he didn't pay much attention to it at the time. After thinking about it, he realized that he could get the right seat.
Russell linked the reward list to Tony, deducing that these killers were here to silence him.
"It's only 6 million U.S. dollars, who are you looking down on..."
Speaking of this, Russell's expression became ferocious again, but he didn't wipe it off this time. Since the people who came were evil and wanted his life, he no longer pretended to be a gentleman.
"Hey hey hey!!!"
The police car suddenly accelerated, and Russell twisted the steering wheel and rushed into the opposite lane next door, then walked dozens of meters and entered the expressway from the gate.
He chose a good slaughterhouse based on the navigation on the police car.
There is a slum area nearby waiting for demolition. Currently, all the residents have been evicted, leaving the buildings empty, making it a perfect place for a killing spree.
Tsk!
The police car stopped in the slum square. Russell put on his Terminator sunglasses, put on the equipment for street fighting, and walked into the dangerous building at the front carrying the M4A1.
When passing by the surveillance camera, he stopped, waved to the camera, and spoke slowly so that people could understand the shape of his mouth.
"I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. If you want to make money, come here."
When Russell's back disappeared into the abandoned building, vehicles hurriedly arriving stopped one after another, including off-road vehicles, sports cars, classic cars, taxis, bicycles, and all types of vehicles.
The killers looked at each other, fearing that the 6 million would be robbed, they drew their long guns and short cannons and rushed into the abandoned building.
The camera zooms out to a high altitude, and you can see dozens of cars rushing towards the place.
The entire New York City killer circle was surrounding this place. Those who were too far away chose to give up, while those who were not too far away were all speeding up, praying for Russell to hold on a little longer.
It's best to kill a few more of his peers. In this case, Russell's net worth can be increased, and they can also make more money.
At the same time, a figure who did not fight for money but only for faith appeared in the slums.
Looking at the abandoned building with cold-blooded eyes, the figure disappeared without a trace, and a vague outline was vaguely visible.
The hunt officially begins!
But no one noticed that the seemingly invisible black clouds gradually enveloped the sky, and the clouds cracked, looking like the face of a devil laughing maniacally.
In the abandoned building, Russell stood on the top floor, tilting his head slightly to avoid the whizzing sniper bullets, and fired a shot forward at will, then opened the stair door and walked down.
Telepathy full map location, forty-two human reactions, one unknown organism's reaction.
"Although it's embarrassing to have fluoroscopy, but..."
Russell pushed up the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose: "As expected of the Big Apple, it is a land of outstanding people. Aliens have come here to work as killers to make extra money."