the end of the heavens

Russell held the 4a1 in his hand and turned on the burst mode. After getting up, the first bullet was sent to the gang member who had set up the heavy machine gun.

One shot to the head, simply neat.

A dozen or so Mexican gangsters suppressed the firepower, and then five people got up and pointed at Russell and pulled the trigger.

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!

In an instant, five bullets were fired in succession, almost in the blink of an eye. All five people were shot in the head and died neatly. It took less than a second.

The streets filled with gunpowder suddenly calmed down. Russell held the gun and moved forward, passing by two seriously injured mounted policemen.

He lowered his head slightly and continued to move forward with a blank expression on his face. At this time, a hand was stretched out from the car defense line of the Mexican gangsters, and the grenade held between the five fingers was about to be thrown out.

Bang!

There was a gunshot, the arm broke, and the grenade fell to the ground. Amidst a burst of shouting and cursing, seven or eight people jumped out.

Boom!Boom!Boom!Bang

A gunshot represents a human life, and a few lunatics are in the air, and the flower of life is like scarlet blood, blooming in an instant and then withering.

Boom! !

The dull grenade exploded, shattering the glass of the car and blowing hot wind and waves.

The fireball was reflected on Russell's sunglasses. He took three steps forward, turned the gun sharply, and shot the gang member who was about to release the black gun in the store on the street.

And then, the muzzle paused in mid-air as a gang member hijacked the store waitress, pointing the gun at her forehead and hunched over her back.

"Go away, get away from me, and put down your gun!"

Seeing with his own eyes that Russell killed people like chickens and killed all his companions lightly, the gangster was overly excited because of fear, and his hand holding the gun was shaking.

The waitress was even worse, she was in tears, her legs were weak and she couldn't walk, and she had a mental breakdown.

"Don't get excited, you are already surrounded, there is no need to hold back."

Russell put his gun down: "How about this, I will find you a negotiator, and he will give you a car. In exchange for equivalent value, how about letting this lady go first?"

"Shut up, I tell you to drop the gun!"

The hand of the gang member holding the gun trembled wildly, Russell pouted slightly, raised his hand and threw 4a1 on the ground.

In the next second, the gang member lost his mind, pushed away the unconscious waitress, and aimed his black gun at Russell.

Bang!

With a gunshot, Russell put away his 9, and the gangster fell to his knees limply, with a hole in the front of his forehead and nothing behind it.

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There was no sound on the main road, the reporters on the street forgot to explain, and the camera stared blankly at Russell picking up the 4a1 and blowing off the dust.

Not only them, but even the police officers at the scene were all stunned. The stretcher to rescue the wounded stopped where it was, and the two seriously injured households stopped moaning. They looked at Russell as if they were looking at God.

They said that they couldn't understand whether the bullet was fired without a miss, and the headshot was still in the chaotic battlefield.

This is not making a movie!

On the tall building, the figure hidden in the dark watched all this silently, scanned Russell's face, and positioned him as the next target to kill.

Russell felt something, raised his head and swept around, shrugged and didn't pay much attention.

The sheriff stepped forward and punched Russell on the shoulder, his face distorted with excitement: "Boy, you are so handsome, I like your sunglasses, what's your name?"

"Russell, the number is"

"I don't want to know the number. I just want to know if you are interested in coming to work in Manhattan. If you dare to refuse me, I will kill you."

"Forget it, I don't have a very friendly reputation."

Russell curled his lips slightly, and when he saw the reporters rushing in, he showed a pained expression, and quickly reported the branch and his number to the sheriff, telling him to go to the chief if he had something to do.

After speaking, Russell bypassed the blockade, and the reporters were ordered not to step into the firefighting area.

The camera took a long shot close-up of Russell's back, and his posture of carrying a gun showed the loneliness of a master, which spread to thousands of households

This is the rhythm of fire!

Chapter 994 The Killing God Comes

After changing clothes in an alley, Russell returned to the car as if nothing happened, and then checked his task progress bar.

World tasks: 1. Major cases 05

World task: 2. Ordinary case 250

"As expected of Free America, the gangsters fighting with the police and the gangsters who robbed wallets are all common cases."

Russell complained about the daily life in New York, and began to re-analyze his tasks. He thought that the standard for solving a case was to bring the criminal to justice, or to write a closing report, but now it seems that this is not the case.

Then the question arises, why is the case of t1000 not completed?

Russell didn't know why, so he summed it up as a continuous mission. After t1000, there will be other robot killers returning from the future or parallel universes.

This is good news, if it is tx, he will be able to harvest a mechanical maid.

Thinking of this, he took out his cell phone and sent a text message to Arnold, telling him to pay attention, and to contact him as soon as he meets a straight girl of steel.

The Mexican gangsters were wiped out, and the police lifted the surrounding traffic blockade one by one. The long queue of convoys moved slowly, and the traffic order returned to normal.

"Stan, it's me."

In the anti-narcotics building, the anti-narcotics police that Russell met dialed Stan Phil's phone, and the TV in the office continued to report on the previous shootout.

The New York reporters, whose intelligence capabilities are better than the FBI, have already found out Russell's identity, and played his photo and the short video of killing gangsters in a loop.

"Why did you call me again? Don't you know what avoidance is?"

"Stan, have you read the news?"

"Look, now as soon as the TV is turned on, the reporters are crazily praising the brave detective."

Stan Phil said sourly: "Where did that guy come from? Robots are not as accurate as him."

"Damn it! Stan, didn't you find out his name? He's Russell!" The anti-narcotics policeman sputtered into the phone, then took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.

"Who is Russell, I should know him?"