the end of the heavens

"Yes, I'm Stan Phil, just call me Stan. If you guess correctly, you must be Officer Russell. You came in time, and I would have killed myself by swallowing a gun later."

Stan Phil's eyes were dull, and his pupils were out of focus when he spoke, giving people a feeling of being defiant.

But it wasn't, he was just tortured to the point of numbness by despair, nothing mattered anymore.

"Yes, Sheriff Stanfield."

Russell took out the handcuffs: "Unfortunately, you were arrested, please follow me."

"Ah, don't bother, I'm ready."

Under Russell's surprised gaze, Stan Phil took out the handcuffs from his back, handcuffed himself, then calmly walked to the police car, opened the door and sat in the co-pilot.

Russell: ""

Is it so cooperative?

"Sheriff Stanfield, I don't mean to offend, but is there something wrong with you?"

Russell shrugged, got in the driver's seat and drove back to the precinct.

"No, I'm normal. A normal person will react the same way as me if they lose everything."

Stan Phil leaned his head against the car window, his brain was empty, and he tried his mouth meaninglessly: "The money I love, the woman who loves me, they have all left me, I just want to sit in the cell, quietly Waiting for life to come to an end."

There is something wrong with this person's brain!

Russell didn't know why, so he asked Stan Phil to have an open exchange with him, and finally understood the reason why this guy wanted to be quiet.

Russell overestimated Tony. The reason why the killers attacked wildly had nothing to do with his arrest of Tony, but Stan Phil placed an order to buy his life for $600 million.

As he killed more than 200 killers in a very short period of time, the reward amount soared all the way, reaching a sky-high price of 3 million US dollars.

This is the root cause of Stan Phil's despair. He went bankrupt and lost all his $5000 million net worth.

Even if he is not caught today, every penny he earns in the future will be automatically included in the reward amount by the Continental Hotel. Facing the sinkhole of 2.5 million US dollars, he chose to shut himself up in prison.

Stan Phil also thought about shooting Russell when he opened the door, earning $3 million, and becoming a winner in life in one fell swoop.

But when he thought that Russell killed more than 200 killers like eating and drinking, he gave up his unrealistic fantasy, and he knew very well that even if he could really kill Russell, the Continental Hotel would not pay him 3 million dollars.

The operator once said his head was only worth $3, a whopping $5, no more.

Comparing his heart to his heart, Stan Phil thought that as the manager of the Continental Hotel, he would make a wise choice between $5 and $3 million.

"So it was you who placed the order, thank you for your hard work."

Russell looked at Stanfield sympathetically. To be honest, he was a little moved and wanted to exchange his head for pocket money at the New York branch of the Continental Hotel.

Although he doesn't value money, 3 million US dollars is really delicious, and he doesn't have Stan Phil's concerns. If the Continental Hotel dares not pay, he dares to swindle corpses to collect debts.

"Sheriff Stan Phil, don't worry, I will help you recover the stolen money of 5000 million dollars. The illegal money should be handed over, not put in the killer company and let them invest in real estate."

Russell kindly comforted Stan Phil, but it was of no use. The latter had nothing to do with everything, and he had reached the state where he was not moved by money.

A very noble person!

This also directly proves that the most direct way to get a man out of vulgar interests is to make him bankrupt.

In the branch, Russell handed over to Stan Phil, and the director called his superiors, and soon a fully armed tactical team came to escort the criminal Stan Phil and his account book away.

"You have done a great job, but this case will not be made public, nor will it add a resume to your honor book. You must be mentally prepared."

"I understand, what kind of struggle is that!"

Russell made an OK gesture, and the task progress indicated 450 for ordinary cases, which is what he wanted.

"Stay at home honestly for the next three days and don't go anywhere"

The director said, his face suddenly became complicated: "I heard that you did a crazy thing today. A total of 230 seven killers were killed by you, leaving no one alive. The scene is like a slaughterhouse, and they handed over their heads. , and you pull the trigger."

"Well, Sheriff Stanfield knew I was investigating him and paid me to disappear forever."

Russell scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "You must never have imagined that my head is worth 3 million U.S. dollars, and I may still be very busy in the next period of time."

"3!?"

The director exclaimed, and looked at Russell with more complicated eyes: "To be honest, I almost drew my gun just now."

Russell complained speechlessly: "I see, you are still touching the holster!"

"Uh, sorry."

The director moved his hand away with difficulty, picked up the coffee cup and took a trembling sip, and said slowly: "You are in danger now, I need to contact the superior, no matter what, let's protect you first."

"I don't need protection, and no one has guaranteed it. Those bodyguards who imprisoned me have no idea."

Russell shook his head again and again. He didn't want to kill all the bodyguards who protected him while he was being protected. "

"Makes sense!"

As the director said, he moved his hand on the holster with difficulty again.

In his eyes, Russell is no longer a human being, but a mobile vault with 3 million US dollars in it.

The sheriff thought that it would be difficult for him to resist the temptation, and it would be even more impossible for others. Maybe someone outside the office had already harbored evil intentions.

"Boss, it's nothing, I'll go first."

"You did a good job today."

Before Russell went out, the director suddenly said something without beginning or end.

"what?"

"Next time if someone wants to take you away, no matter what method you use, don't leave with them, otherwise it will be difficult for me to get you back."

The chief's face was serious, and he said: "Come to my office, I don't care about other New York police departments, but here, I am the boss, and no one can touch my people."

Russell was a little moved, and after a while, he said speechlessly: "Director, take your hand off the holster, it will be more convincing."

"Damn it, my hands don't work."

""

Russell rolled his eyes speechlessly, opened the door and was about to leave, when the director spoke again.

"Russell, you don't have to kill all the enemies to control the situation. I know that killing everyone can ensure your own safety to the greatest extent, but"