the end of the heavens

Russell held the Predator's wrist, allowing him to exert force several times but couldn't break free, and then forcibly snatched the self-destructing control panel.

"Don't be like this, why would a small incident escalate into a disaster."

Russell stuffed the control panel into his pocket, and then pulled out the Sand Eagle Sky God, the holy light of the 'Left of the God's Seat' attached to it, transforming it into a holy shotgun.

The gold pattern on the silver background is a combination of holiness and killing, and the magical style has some sci-fi texture.

It looks great at first glance.

The Predator's expression became less angry, he closed his eyes and waited for death.

"Soldier, the glory you ordered..."

Bang!

With a gunshot, the Iron Warrior's upper body exploded, white flames swept across the surrounding area, incinerated his body, and wiped out all the surrounding green blood.

Russell put away the Sand Eagle, and the black mist dispersed under his feet, engulfing the Predator's weapons and melting them. Only the faceplate and breastplate shoulder cannon hesitated.

He picked up the high-tech metal visor, thought about it and threw it into the portable space, and the breastplate with the shoulder cannon was also handled.

Ten minutes later, more than ten police cars arrived at the abandoned building. Russell was wearing a bulletproof vest with the word 'nypd' printed on it, and was sitting on the front hood of his police car playing with his mobile phone, with 10 and 9a4 next to him.

Facing the parking lot full of corpses, all the police officers were stunned. After reacting, they suppressed the stomach churning and quickly opened the cordon, and asked their superiors for support.

"Put... put your hands up!"

Seeing Russell, a pale young policeman raised his pistol tremblingly. Seeing that he was sweating profusely, he might not even have the strength to pull the trigger.

"Asshole, it's your own, put your gun down."

The sheriff pressed down his pistol, glared at the young policeman, then took a deep breath, not looking at the corpses all over the ground, and said to Russell, "You are Officer Russell, right?"

"Yes, I'm from Brooklyn..."

"I know, Officer Russell, I've seen your performance on TV before, it's just..."

The sheriff nodded in response, and paused for a moment in the middle of the conversation, and then said, "I received a call from my superiors. You reported that you were attacked by more than 200 killers. It seems that I am already late."

"It's okay, I thought the reporter would arrive first."

Hearing Russell's complaints, the sheriff was very speechless, hesitated for a few seconds, stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "May I ask, did you do it all?"

"Ah."

Russell nodded calmly, "There are about 100 corpses in the parking lot, and there are about 130 in the abandoned building over there. There is no need to find an ambulance. I'm pretty sure there are no survivors."

"..."

The sheriff was silent for a long time, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with his cuff, and said stiffly, "Officer Russell, please pay attention to your identity and wording, it is not appropriate to say that."

"I'm sorry, I just said it so simply and clearly."

Russell smiled awkwardly, almost forgetting that he was a positive person.

"These two guns..."

"I will cooperate. You can take away the important evidence directly."

"Thank you, and... you have to go with us, after all, the death toll here is too exaggerated." The sheriff said, wiping the cold sweat off his head again.

"Sheriff, be accommodating, I have a case to attend to."

Russell raised his eyebrows, "To be honest, I was going to arrest the criminal, but this group of people suddenly shot me in the street, and the surveillance on the street should be able to adjust to the video."

"Sorry, this is the rule."

The sheriff said there was nothing he could do, and he couldn't let Russell leave until all the killers had been identified.

"Really unaccommodating?"

"Not negotiable!"

"..."

Five minutes later, Russell sat in the police car and waved his hand out the window to say goodbye. The sheriff and a row of police officers stood up and waved goodbye to Russell as well.

It is said that eyes are the windows of the soul, and zippers are the windows of society.

After a few seconds of confirmation with his eyes, the sheriff had a deeper understanding of Russell. This is a good policeman who is out of vulgarity, absolutely impartial and trustworthy.

To be honest, the sheriff has never seen a more reliable and just person than Russell in all these years in the industry.

So the sheriff patted his chest, saying that rules are dead and people are alive.

Russell can leave. After all, he still has a task to do. There is no need to waste precious time in catching criminals because of a few corpses. If the important criminal escapes and the life and property safety of the people are threatened, no one can afford this responsibility.

In the end, the sheriff also mobilized other officers to help Russell clear the obstacle and let his police car pass smoothly.

The police officers were enthusiastic and expressed their honor, and then under the command of Russell, they pushed the messy cars in the parking lot away.

"Officer Russell, if you have time, come to the branch to drink coffee, freshly ground, you must come!"

"Yes, I have a sister I want to introduce to you."

"I have a sister too, twins!"

"..."

Russell waved enthusiastically, and said with emotion, "Sure, everyone, don't worry, I will definitely go some other day!"

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In Nassau County, Long Island, Russell and the police officers waved goodbye, boarded the expressway, and drove here.

The first time he entered a place where rich people lived, his most intuitive feeling was that the roads were wider, the houses were shorter, and the gardens were larger, and then they disappeared.

Indeed, Long Island was densely populated with more households than Russell had imagined.

I thought this place is sparsely populated, luxury houses can be seen everywhere, and rows of maid outfits float by on the road, but it turns out that it is no different from a town far away from the urban area, except that there are more luxury cars.

Ding Dong

Russell knocked on the door of the Stanfield Villa, and the door opened after a while, and a middle-aged uncle with a beard, a decadent face, and a lifeless face appeared in front of him.

"Excuse me, are you Sheriff Stanfield?"

Russell took out the photos and compared them in front of Stan Phil. It was the person himself, but what happened to this decadent uncle temperament? He had already received a notice from Sirius?