the end of the heavens

"My God, you're getting smarter."

"Silly girl, I've always been smart!"

There is a reward from the leader, a lonely dog, cz,, cz.

I owe 13 chapters

A set of pictures appeared in front of my eyes, several big guys surrounded me in a corner, I couldn't do anything except cry.

Chapter 993 This is the rhythm of fire

"This is Russell, who are you?"

"Officer Russell, this is Max, I remember you saved my number and my name."

Hearing this, Russell glanced at the caller ID on the phone. The name in the note was Unlucky. He calmly ignored the details and continued: "What's the matter? I'm at work, so it's not convenient to answer the phone."

"Can you tell me where you are now?"

"Manhattan!"

"It's like this"

On the phone, Max babbled and babbled a lot of nonsense, which caused Russell's face to change constantly.

"A tall, middle-aged killer with a ten-year-old girl, and the killer may be Max, the perverted kidnapper. Are you serious?"

"Well, he may not be a killer, or he may not be an abductor. It's just a suspicion, a suspicion."

Max sneered awkwardly, paused and continued: "But this possibility cannot be ruled out. You know, this is New York, with a large population base, and the probability of abnormalities is very high."

"I understand. I will go back after I finish the matter at hand. As for you and Caroline, don't be curious to visit that family in the past, and stay honestly on the first floor."

After hanging up the phone, Russell was extremely speechless, and the pillow came just in time when he was sleepy.

He was just thinking about where to find the combination of the uncle and Lolita, when the other party was delivered to his door, and was bumped into by the unlucky sisters.

Is he too lucky, or is this unlucky couple too unlucky?

The killer Leon's matter is not in a hurry, and it's useless to rush. With the bad traffic in New York, it will take a while to rush back from Manhattan to Brooklyn.

Fortunately, today's task is basically completed, and he is on his way back to Brooklyn, so there is no rush hour for get off work.

Stan Phil's lover is a nympho, Russell didn't say a word, just relying on his handsome face to make him feel remorseful, telling about the crime in pain, and taking the initiative to record and help take pictures of the evidence.

In the end, she opened the safe, took out key evidence, and loaded stacks of ledgers onto the Camaro sports car.

The proof is like a mountain!

Next, all you need is a witness to come to the door, plus a statement from Stanfield, and this guy is dead.

In fact, the evidence is enough, even if Stan Phil denies it, it will not change his ending in prison.

But Russell wanted to meet this sheriff very much. After all, it was Sergeant Sirius Gordon, who might give him the skill of Avada Kedavra.

The traffic in front suddenly congested, Russell looked at the long traffic queue with a speechless face, and agreed that it wasn't the morning and evening rush hours, so why was there a traffic jam?

He lowered the car window, and heard the continuous gunshots and explosions in his ears. Looking at the calm passers-by around him, he felt that New Yorkers are so skilled that it makes people feel distressed.

He took out the bulletproof vest in his carry-on space, put the magazine and 9 on his waist, put on the Terminator sunglasses, and got out of the car with a 556-caliber 4a1 rifle on his shoulder.

At this moment, a passer-by with a mobile phone took pictures of Russell's back and the white lettering nypd on the back of the bulletproof vest!

boom! ! !

On the main road, a red fireball rose up, and on the road 30 meters apart, two groups of people were fighting.

On one side are the New York police with a large number of people, and on the other side are Mexican gangsters who are armed to the teeth. They hold heavy weapons, wear bulletproof vests, and use several cars as a line of defense. beat back.

Gunshots continued, gunpowder smoke could be seen everywhere, and the chaotic streets were like battlefields, adding a raging fire to the approaching coolness of New York.

"Here is the live broadcast of the news station. Two mounted policemen were seriously injured in the firefight. The police failed to approach after several attacks. We can see that the two mounted policemen lost serious blood loss. If no rescue is taken, they are very likely to die in the line of duty. .”

"Here is the live broadcast brought to you by abc. The scene is completely out of control, just like the hell described by Dante. The smoke, gunshots and arrogant laughter of lunatics have turned the streets of New York into a slaughterhouse."

"A large number of policemen cannot bring victory. They have the most sophisticated weapons, but they are actually a bunch of idiots. A dozen drug dealers can't hold their heads up."

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Fighting on the front line with the police are also brave New York reporters who risked their lives to broadcast live, and some cameras even moved forward than the police.

It can be seen from this that the US imperialist broadcasting and television networks are very competitive.

"Sheriff, what's going on ahead?"

Russell the cat was behind a car and asked the middle-aged man wearing a golden police badge next to him.

The sheriff didn't look back, raised the gun and pulled the trigger, and leaned against the car to change the magazine: "Damn Mexicans, they were blocked by the anti-narcotics police, and they went crazy on the street."

After saying this, the sheriff looked at Russell speechlessly: "Who are you, newcomer?"

"No, I'm from Brooklyn. I happened to be passing by and encountered a traffic jam, so I"

"Okay, no matter where you are, I have the final say now. Listen to my order later, don't go up to your death with prestige, understand?"

The sheriff widened his eyes and warned Russell, he was annoyed by the stupefied young man who was wearing sunglasses on the battlefield, who was he pretending to be?

This is a battlefield, not a bar and nightclub where no girl will scream!

"Okay, but those two mounted policemen are in dire need of help."

Russell shrugged. Although the sheriff's tone was harsh, he was generally a good man, so he didn't care about anything.

"I know, I'm already making arrangements!"

The sheriff snapped at Russell angrily, pulled out the walkie-talkie and shouted: "Where are the heavy weapons and armored vehicles, let alone they were taken to fight, if they don't show up within 30 seconds, audiences all over the United States can see our incompetence, and the two A police officer bled to death right under our noses!!!”

The sheriff was very angry, but it was useless. The Mexican gang shot down the helicopter with a rocket launcher before, and the weapons of both sides were obviously not at the same level.

Seeing a lunatic with a crane gun, Russell was speechless. He was sure this was a movie plot, otherwise in reality

Well, maybe that's true of New York.

"Sheriff, they can't hold on anymore. I'll cover and let your people carry the stretcher over." Russell finished speaking, got up and walked forward.

"Come back, you bloody bastard, you're not Superman."

The sheriff reached out and found nothing, cursing in his heart that the newcomer was trouble. After three seconds, he was dumbfounded and began to doubt his life.