the end of the heavens

What's more, these two unlucky guys are standard ups and downs, and they are bankrupt until the finale. They have God's curse halo and devil's blessing buff, and holy water can't wash away their bad luck.

scoff!

After 300 meters, Russell made a sudden U-turn and returned to the street where he had just met Caroline.

It suddenly occurred to me that since Max could trigger the lottery, the group of old drivers in the unlucky restaurant also had a great possibility, and they were more reliable than Lu Renjia and Xiao Binyi.

He took out the earphone that came with the sweater, put it in his ear and connected it to the phone, closed the car door and walked into the restaurant.

A small restaurant, mainly engaged in fast food, can also be regarded as a small coffee shop, with a lower grade. There are many restaurants like Meidi.

If you have to use an analogy, small restaurants like Old Place, Ke Zailai, and Youjia Restaurant are not much better.

Entering the restaurant, Russell glanced at the old black cashier. He didn't trigger the lottery, so he sat alone in the booth and played with his mobile phone while listening to music.

"Wow, Officer Russell, I actually met you here."

Max, who came forward to greet the guests, saw the acquaintance, pursed his lips unnaturally, and approached in a low voice: "Officer, you don't need to follow me, I swear I quit smoking, just yesterday."

Russell silently glanced at the ominous omen in front of him: "A glass of ice water, a serving of French fries, plus shut up, thank you."

"Officer, would you like a small homemade cake from Max? Otherwise, it will be difficult for you to find the coin for the tip on your body, because it is pitifully small."

"I don't eat sweets, okay, just have a piece!"

Russell wanted to refuse, but Max was too fierce when he bent over. A small cake was already worth the fare.

Ice water, french fries, and small cakes were delivered, and Russell sucked on the straw alone, wondering whether he should call Ms. Satan in the dead of night. The renovation cost of 10,000+ US dollars must be splashed in the water.

Max and Caroline huddled at the dining outlet of the bar counter. They muttered to each other and glanced in Russell's direction from time to time. They thought the voice was very low, but Russell heard it.

"Our good neighbor, the police officer, is really stingy. Fortunately, my old lady just squeezed, otherwise I wouldn't even have a tip."

"So, he didn't really want the cake, but you betrayed your hue?"

"That's not the point. The point is that a big man eats a piece of French fries at night. If he's not trying to lose weight, he's deliberately stalking me."

"What do you want to say?"

"Go back and install another anti-theft lock."

""

Just as the two were whispering, a tall white man with a sullen face and a windbreaker walked into the restaurant.

Max stepped forward to greet the guests, and habitually resorted to his characteristic poisonous tongue to entertain the guests. As a result, the man directly pulled out a pistol and threw a black garbage bag into Max's hands.

"Listen, everyone, give all your valuables to this waiter. There is only one chance. I don't want to say it twice, understand?"

There are not many guests in the restaurant, to be precise, there is only one guest, Russell.

Therefore, the target of the robbery by the white man was not the customers, but this small restaurant with an unremarkable appearance.

Max has been at the bottom of the society since he was a child, and he is very familiar with this kind of scene. The old black cashier also knows that at this time, he can only survive by obeying the wishes of the robbers. There is no need to sacrifice his life for a small amount of money.

The two cooperated very well. Immediately afterwards, Max came to Russell with a garbage bag: "Mr. Russell, can you take off your earphones?"

Russell ignored it, thinking about Satan with his mobile phone. At this time, the white man stepped forward and poked Russell on the back of the head with a pistol: "You bastard, don't pretend not to hear, take out your valuables and put them all in the bag inside!"

It may be because he is still in the novice stage, the man is emotional, aggressive, and uses exaggerated tone and body movements to cover up his inner fear.

To be honest, this kind of person is very dangerous, because he will make radical moves at any time.

Of course, he held guns to the heads of more dangerous people.

Russell turned his head calmly, glanced at the robber beside him, and then looked at the black garbage bag: "Man, are you sure you want something valuable from me?"

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up, or I'll blow your head off with one shot."

Russell's contemptuous eyes deeply hurt the fragile self-esteem of the white man.

"ok, ok!"

Russell sighed speechlessly, reached out and took out a 9 from the sweater, then a Glock 19, and then a five-round pistol magazine.

He paused, and under the horrified gaze of the white man and Max, he pulled out a 4a1 from his waist, and then a p5 from his crotch.

Immediately afterwards, Remington 870, K18 rifles, telescopic batons, tactical knives, Nepalese sabers, flash grenades, smoke grenades, grenades, bulletproof vests, and stacks of magazines were placed on the table.

"Oh, and the Barrett anti-materiel sniper rifle is stuck in the belt. If you want it, I have to untie the belt first."

At this moment, a needle could be heard in the restaurant.

Chapter 985 Female Thor's Best Friend

Seeing Russell talking to himself and starting to unbutton his trouser belt, the robbery white men panicked, their hands holding the gun trembled, for fear that he would really take out a Barrett.

It turned out to be even worse!

Russell reached out his hand to dig in his crotch for a long time, and suddenly froze for a moment. He took out the disassembled parts of the 249 machine gun, and assembled it in front of the man.

"It turned out to be hidden here. I searched for it for three months and 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"

"This rpg is not, and this one is not. Hey, I seem to touch Barrett. Damn it, this is the gun I came with from the factory."

""

After 1 minute, Russell shrugged and apologized: "Sorry, there are too many weapons and ammunition, I can't find Barrett, you don't mind?"

"You, who are you!?"

The hand of the white man holding the gun kept shaking, and the other hand grabbed the cuff of the windbreaker and kept wiping sweat. He knew he was lucky and accidentally robbed a big guy.

Russell didn't answer. He took out a pile of gun certificates from his pants pocket, and found his police officer certificate at the bottom: "As you can see, nypd, this is my territory."

The man looked at the police officer's ID card, then at the munitions exhibition in front of him, silently raised the muzzle of his popular Colt gun, and smiled far-fetchedly: "Sorry to bother you, I just came in for a drink, I didn't intend to rob. Just kidding."

"Are you sure you don't?"

I can't take it with me even if I want it!

The man frantically begged to let go, and waved his hands again and again: "No, you quickly put the gun back, I still have something to do, I'm leaving now, and I won't disturb your meal."

"Wait, look at your gun, why do I think there are no bullets in it!"

Russell raised his eyebrows and looked at the white man, dissatisfied: "If I told you that you had no bullets, I wouldn't take out the gun. I'm tired of this one, so I have to put it back again."