the end of the heavens

Of course, the fact that there are no beautiful stars does not mean that there are no beautiful women. After all, it is Hollywood, and there is no shortage of beautiful women in this place.

Russell ordered a glass of ice water in the cafe, and a blond stunner walked by the window, with a tall model-level figure and a high rate of turning heads.It's just that her companion is a bit out of place, an old Chinese man wearing a hat, the two of them quarrel while walking, it seems...the relationship is very good! ?

Russell's gaze moved with the two of them, until they disappeared at the corner of the street before slowly retracting. Where he could not see, the blond beauty was leaning against the wall to wipe off the cold sweat from her forehead.

"What's the matter, Bauer?" The old Chinese man was puzzled, and his partner's face was pale, as if he had suffered from heat stroke.

Recalling the sight from behind just now, the blond beauty had lingering fears in her heart: "Cruz, hurry back to Boston after this case is settled, Los Angeles is too dangerous."

Russell sat in the cafe for two hours, and did not leave until night fell and the street lights flickered.Instead of returning to the church, he drove around and gradually approached the direction of the city center.

Sister Medellin said that the night in Los Angeles is very dangerous, Russell decided to try to see how dangerous it is, will he go to hell at night?

He took out the Terminator sunglasses and put them on to cover the blue light in his eyes. The second-hand car avoided the brightly lit streets and drove on the dimly lit side roads.

In the middle of the night, Russell found nothing and stopped at a gas station to refuel. After a few hours, there was indeed a danger, but it was not what he imagined, and 911 could solve it.

At this time, three or five locomotives with loud sound came to the gas station. They were tough-guy high-handed motorcycles, but the riders had nothing to do with tough guys. They were red, blue, and the godfather who buried his beloved family. very strong.

The tattooed woman sitting in the back seat saw Russell wearing sunglasses at night, and gave him an international hand gesture. Russell smiled shyly and rolled up the window silently.

……

On the streets of Los Angeles at night, the colorful lights are confused, and the people who have been hollowed out by the devil are like walking dead, wandering back and forth with empty shells without faith, looking for the loneliness of the other half, and spending the unbearably empty late night.

Several locomotives roared past, and the blaring music made passers-by frown. They lined up in a row, either screaming, or howling with the music.

They didn't notice at all that a second-hand dilapidated car shuttled through the traffic, following behind them in a leisurely manner.

Russell was very lucky tonight, he saw a ghost at night, and he was of the same species as the ugly ghost in the border town of Mexico.

Ten minutes later, the locomotive turned a corner and drove into a deep alley. Members of the funeral family knocked on the large steel door embedded in the wall, took out a bunch of crumpled US knives, and were released by the black security guards in tight vests. go in.

Russell stopped the car, straightened his collar in front of the rearview mirror, looked like a dog, and felt full of security. Then he opened the door and walked towards the big steel door.

Painted lamps hung above the big iron gate at both ends of the street, and beside it was a large, stinking trash can.

Russell knocked on the iron door, and the hard-faced security guard frowned when he saw his priest's attire: "Sorry, we don't accept priests here."

Russell didn't speak, took out five Franklin cards, and spread them out in front of the security guard like poker.

The security guard swallowed: "Sir, this has nothing to do with money, it's a matter of principle!"

"Stop making trouble, buddy, I heard that there is a masquerade party here to become a priest..." Russell pointed to the outside of the street: "Also, the rules here are too rigid, I'll go buy a dress and change it on, It only takes 5 minutes, why bother?"

"No way, rules are rules..."

"Yes, you are indeed a principled person."

Russell adjusted his sunglasses, and added two more Franklin: "Except for the entry fee, the rest is yours."

Hearing this kind of questioning of professionalism, the security guard's complexion changed suddenly, and he grabbed Franklin in front of him, and fell hard into... his pocket.

"welcome!"

After letting Russell in, the security guard's face turned cold, and he took out the walkie-talkie: "Head, the monitoring of No. 2-3 is a little bit..."

Chapter 464 World Quest: Origin of Blood Race

Inside the iron gate is a long corridor with insufficient fluorescent tubes, giving people the feeling of walking in a hospital at night, and at the end is the morgue.

At the end of the corridor, Russell turned a corner and was stopped again. The security guard, who was darker, bigger, and harder than before, blocked the way with his hand, and flashed the fluorescent stamp in his hand.

Russell thought about it, and it seemed that he had no allergy experience, so he raised his hand and asked the security guard to poke the back of his hand.

The grimace mark with blue face and fangs is very conspicuous in the dark!

The door was pushed open, the explosive music exploded in the ear, the lights were dazzling, and the crowd was full of writhing people.

Russell nodded in satisfaction, took out a Franklin card, stuffed it into the security vest, and strode in.With a strange look on his face, the security guard closed and locked the door, blocked the loud music, took out the walkie-talkie and muttered something.

This is an underground bar. The difference from regular bars is that it is more chaotic and more exciting. The rules are that there are no rules. What other bars can't do, you can do here.

Russell looked around, the crowd of demons danced wildly in the bar, giving him a sense of vision of a blade warrior. There are more than 60 people, less than one-tenth of them are normal humans.

These thrill-seeking fools, unaware that they are surrounded by ghosts that have transformed into human beings, reach out and succeed from time to time, showing cheap smiles, thinking of coming back next time.

Only the ghost knows if there will be a next time for them!

On the sofa seat by the dance floor, a social elite in a well-fitted suit turned into a beast in clothes, hugged and gnawed on a beautiful woman, then lowered his head, rolled up the white paper and sucked up the line of white sugar.

After he was done, the guy shook his head and looked satisfied.

Russell shook his head slightly. People in big cities really know how to play. He couldn't understand what the other party was doing at all.

At this time, two blond beauties in one-piece tight skirts noticed that Russell was alone, stood up from the sofa, and walked towards him from left to right.

Russell naturally embraced the waists of the two of them, looked at the crazily writhing ghost in the middle of the dance floor, and frowned, "It's too noisy here, is there a quieter place?"

The two beauties were delighted, and they looked at each other and laughed. A supper is divided between two people and ten people. How to choose is not a difficult multiple-choice question.

……

In the surveillance room, Russell and two beauties walked into the bathroom on the screen. The gorgeously dressed man took a sip of the red liquid in the wine glass and asked the subordinates beside him, "Are you sure he is a priest?"

Next to it, a man tapped on the computer and extracted a separate copy from the file by comparing Russell's profile picture.

"Yes, the church has recently mobilized a lot of people from outside, and he is one of them, but..."

"But what?"

"The file shows that he is only a non-staff member and has no combat capability."

"Is that a bad luck?"

"Yes!"

The gorgeously dressed man smiled and drank the red wine in the glass. The red liquid slid down the corner of his mouth and down his neck: "It's too annoying, kill him..."

In the bathroom on the other side, the faucet was screwed to the maximum, and the water was splashing. Russell stood in front of the mirror and looked left and right. He was very disgusted and washed the lipstick marks on his face with clean water.

The two beauties were nowhere to be found, but there were two puddles of green pus on the ground.

"In order to break into the enemy's interior, I did not hesitate to feed the devil with my body. I hope I will gain something this time, otherwise I will lose a lot."

When Russell was complaining, the bathroom door was roughly pushed open, followed by loud music.

The two men with guns pointed their guns at Russell. Their faces changed drastically when they saw the pus on the ground, and they didn't want to shoot immediately.