the end of the heavens

As he said that, like magic, he stuffed the guns on the table back into his clothes one by one.

Max next to him stared straight at him with envious eyes, imagining that he also has the ability to hide objects, and then he went in and out of the supermarket.

"What are you talking about, I have bullets in my gun, what are you really doing, I warn you, stay away from me, or I will shoot."

The man's voice was trembling, and he aimed his gun at Russell. He was obviously the one with the gun, but he was so wronged that he was about to cry.

The most frightening thing was that he found that Russell's aura was so strong that he couldn't control his hands and feet, and couldn't even pull the trigger.

"There are bullets, why don't you pull the trigger?"

Russell stepped forward, took the Colt from the man's stiff hand, and took a look after pulling out the magazine: "I misunderstood you, so there are indeed bullets."

"right!"

Bang!

As soon as Russell made an uppercut and hit the white man's abdomen hard, his body curled up, his back bowed and he knelt on the ground, losing his ability to move.

"You know, the last person who pointed a gun at me"

Russell put Colt on the dining table and looked at the retching white man: "You are lucky, I am still on vacation today and I am too lazy to write a report, otherwise the police car that will pick you up later will be a hearse instead. "

The white male is incapacitated, rolling his eyes and unable to speak.

Russell took out his mobile phone and called David. He remembered that this guy likes to work night shifts to earn overtime pay, so he should be hanging around nearby.

On the other side, David, who was on patrol, received a call and happily agreed to come down.

After hanging up the phone, David sighed dejectedly. During the shift change this afternoon, the director talked to him. For safety reasons, he will change his partner.

David was very melancholy, he was looking forward to forming a team with Russell, but the golden partner died before he became famous, or even started a formal cooperation.

The vehicle drove across the bridge and received a radio announcement that there was current interference in the surrounding area. He was the closest and drove 200 meters to the scene 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 was holding a bright flashlight, and reached out to hold the pistol on his waist. A gust of cold wind blew by, and goose bumps appeared on his neck.

The atmosphere was very bad, and David remembered the horror movies he had watched in the cinema when he was chasing his sister.

Turning around a bridge pier, the bright flashlight shone on a barbed wire fence, and the red molten iron left by high-temperature cutting remained on the edge of the circular gap.

He looked at this scene in doubt, and approached with a bright 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 knife in his hand fell with lightning speed, easily knocking him to the ground.

The silver-white strange object was like a pool of quicksilver walking upright. After David was brought down, his figure 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 and David have the same face, but ruthless as steel.

He took off David's pistol, drove off in the police car, and left David unconscious, with his hands and feet twitching once or twice.

In the restaurant, the white man wakes up, regains mobility, and is knocked down again by Russell.

After that, in order not to affect the normal order of the restaurant, the unlucky guy was stuffed into the booth by Max and Caroline, directly opposite Russell.

The two women admired Russell's ferocious performance very much, and gave him a small cake for free, although he had no interest at all.

He couldn't wait for David for half an hour, and he didn't answer the phone call. Russell ran out of patience, thinking that he only had the number of the director in his hand, so he didn't know how to call him.

The director seemed to be conducting a serious scientific experiment with an unknown number of people. He was very annoyed when he received a call from Russell, but when Russell turned on the hidden switch in his brain, he immediately became very polite and arranged for a patrol car to rush to the restaurant.

The white man was taken away with his pistol and black garbage bag. Two police officers briefly asked about the incident and waved goodbye to Russell.

After seeing all the plot characters in the restaurant, Russell didn't trigger a lottery draw without the system prompting, so he threw down $[-] and left.

"Don't look for it, the rest is a tip."

Holding a hundred-dollar bill, Max stared at Russell's back as he left gracefully. He walked all the way to the door, and found that his posture in opening the sports car door was super handsome.

"Max, the taillights are gone, it's time to come back."

Caroline reached out and shook Max in front of him, shaking him out of his daydream vigorously: "Wake up, it's only a hundred dollars, not enough to make you fall in love with him."

"Enough is enough, at least I love him tonight."

Max put a hundred dollar knife under his nose, sniffed it hard, and said intoxicated: "I admit that I was wrong. At the beginning, I didn't think he was handsome at all. He was just staring at my mother's chest. scumbag."

"now what?"

"He's a rich scumbag, don't look for it, the rest is a tip"

Max imitated Russell's tone, put on airs, and said excitedly: "He looks so handsome when he checks out and drives, like Marlon Brando, what do you think?"

"Max, wake up, Marlon Brando is a top-notch scumbag outside the show, and the godfather in the play won't drive a $[-] Camaro."

"Wow, the bankrupt young lady, do you have two hundred dollars now?"

"If someone uses two hundred-dollar bills as a tip, I'll have it." Caroline curled her lips.

"That's all right, what's the difference between $200 and $[-] million to me?" Max's eyes widened, and he was justifiably poor.

"Okay, if you're really crazy, you can deliver it to your door after get off work. He lives on the third floor."

"It's up to you to say."

""

At four o'clock in the morning, Max wore a bathrobe, left the third floor with a satisfied face, and pushed open the door of his own room.

"Max, why are you only wearing a bathrobe, it's still men's damn, I remember an hour and a half ago, you went upstairs with your clothes on."

Caroline covered her head, she knew Max would never refuse, but it was too soon

Uh, one and a half hours, can't be considered fast.

"Caroline, I'm in love."

Max looked nympho, looking at his fascinated eyes, he knew that she was back, but Hun'er was still on the third floor.

"In love! You slept with Officer Russell first, and then fell in love with him?"

"No, not in bed, the object of my love is his jacuzzi."

Max came back to his senses, and sighed: "I brought a small cake to the door, the excuse is that the shower at home is broken, and I want to take a bath in the bathroom of Officer Russell's house."

"The results of it?"