Parking lot, corpses across the wild, **** sky.

Iron soldier was tight all over, keeping a high alert, and locked Russell with his eyes. At this moment, his eyes only had prey.

It doesn't matter if he kills or is killed, he will get unprecedented glory in this battle.

The killing spirit is pervasive, and the battle is about to start!

Corresponding to it is Russell's increasingly confused dead fisheye.

The warrior on the opposite side looked so serious, bet on honor and life in battle. Should he put some water in and play a few more rounds to make the opponent die a little bit?

Inappropriate, secretly letting the water out will insult the honor of the Iron Blood Soldier, but ... killing the victim without letting the water down, will the other person not show face?

I'm so tangled, what should I do?

Russell found himself too difficult, at the level of the Iron Blood Warrior, a punch can make the other party cry for a long time.

He respected the other party ’s belief in challenging himself and his will to honor. In the previous few good opportunities, the Jagged Warrior did not sneak attack in the melee, nor did he activate the electromagnetic cannon to poke his face.

Although he hit and missed the same, this is not the point. The point is that Russell is very admired by the iron fighter's rhythm.

Because he doesn't have this thing, he feels very rare.

Huh!

Just as Russell's thoughts diverged, the Jagged Warrior could not bear the tense fighting atmosphere and took the lead in launching an attack.

取出 He took out the spiral flying blade, pressed the surface of it, and caused it to spin out seven flat but sharp blades, and then throw it out at Russell.

The helical flying blade tore the air, Russell looked at the sharp blade coming from the howling, calmly analyzed, and thought a little, and decided to give the other side some face, and his feet turned sideways, and he avoided the edge.

Huh!

In the neutral space where Russell shook his body, the Iron Blood Warrior kicked his spear into the air with his toes, and then a wrist knife and a double-edged spear struck his charge.

As far as physical fitness is concerned, the speed, strength, and explosive power of the Iron Blood family are far superior to humans. Even the special soldiers who have undergone rigorous training can only give them away.

Has nothing to do with will, this is racial talent.

Huh!

Russell stopped at his feet, and Edelman held up his alloy knife, slashing straight down at the iron fighter who rushed in front of him.

The rampant move was too sudden, the blink of an eye stabilized the balance and counterattacked, which made the blood soldier very uncomfortable, and quickly set up a spear to block.

There was a crisp sound, and a spark shot.

The spear in the hand of the Iron Blood Warrior was broken into two pieces, and the blade of the knife was drawn against his chest. The cold chill stinged the skin, apparently not touching, but leaving a bloodstain.

With a whistling sound coming from his ears, Russell turned his head away from the boomerang-like spiral flying blade and made him head straight for the Iron Blood Warrior.

The iron blood warrior raised his hand to catch it, and his body collapsed more than ten meters, and opened a safe distance from Russell.

He threw away the broken spear, pressed the surface of the spiral flying blade, the sharp blade was folded into four pieces, and it was held in the hand as a melee weapon.

战斗 The second round of combat begins.

"If you want honor, I will give you honor!"

换 This time, Russell took the lead in attacking. The water was released once, and he would be more serious in the next few rounds.

Huh!

A lingering flash of light passed by, and the figure of Russell was lost in the Iron Blood soldier's eyes. The shadow of death struck. With strong fighting intuition, he played at a super level, and turned sharply to block the wrist blade in his chest.

Hey! !!

Sparks rubbed, the serrations on the wrist knife were flattened by the Edelman alloy knife, and the blade penetrated deeply into the blood soldier's chest.

When the opera hit, the Iron Blood soldier opened his eyes and roared loudly. The gibbon-like body structure made it easy to draw the spiral flying blade to Russell's cheek.

Click!

其 In his horrifying sight, Russell opened his mouth to bite the blade and slammed it into pieces.

Russell stepped forward, and the Edman alloy knife fell into the chest of the Iron Man, and then sprinted, hitting the outer wall of the abandoned building.

The razor blade easily penetrated the wall, and the blood warrior was nailed to the wall. He retracted the stuck wrist knife, and fisted Russell's head with both hands.

There were two muffled sounds, and the fist of the Jagged Warrior splattered with green blood.

He works hard, but the gap is so big that his efforts are more like a struggle.

"The strong ..."

The green blood stayed along the wall, and the blood soldiers vomited blood while talking. After Russell pulled out his long sword, he sat down against the wall.

"You are very good. You will be a good warrior in the future. Save your life to go back to leveling. You can beat me in two years."

Russell swung his sword to the ground, swiped across the ground with a heavy sword, rolled out a depression, and at the same time dropped the green blood on the blade.

He shoved his long knife into his trouser pocket and waved his hand at the Jagged Warrior: "Let's go, the police are coming, you'll stay here only for the lab."

"Honor!"

Iron Blood Warrior stared at Russell with anger in his eyes, and regarded his life as shame.

He said, he opened the bomb on his arm and wanted to activate it for an ugly firework show.

The control panel of the Iron Blood Warrior's wrist is used for many purposes. The ultimate use of it is to set the self-detonation as the biggest output.

When a Jagged Warrior wants to die with glory and dignity at the last moment of his life without leaving traces of defeat, setting the countdown to self-explosion is the best choice.

Snapped!

Russell grasped the wrist of the Iron Blood Warrior, and he could not break free even after several times of force, and then forcibly seized the self-destructing control panel.

别 "Don't do this, why a small incident escalated into a disaster."

Russell put the control panel into his pocket, and then pulled out the sand eagle and the god, and the holy light of 'Left of the Sea' was attached to it, turning it into a sacred shotgun.

Silver-gilt gold pattern, which integrates holiness and killing, and there is some sci-fi texture in the magic style.

At first glance, it's amazing.

Iron fighter warrior's face was less angry, and he closed his eyes waiting for death.

"Warrior, the glory you ordered ..."

Huh!

A gunshot sounded, the upper body of the iron warrior exploded, white flames swept the surroundings, and his body was burned, with all the surrounding green blood wiped away.

Russell put away the sand eagle, spreading the black mist under his feet, engulfing and melting the iron fighter's weapon, only the face armor and breastplate shoulder cannon hesitated.

He picked up the high-tech metal face armor and thought about throwing it into the carry-on space.

Twenty minutes later, more than a dozen police cars rushed to the abandoned building. Russell was wearing a bulletproof vest printed with 'NYPD' and sitting on the front cover of his police car, playing with his mobile phone, with M9 and M4A1 next to it.

All the police officers were stunned when they faced the parking lot across the corpse. After the reaction, they resisted the surge in the stomach and quickly opened the cordon, asking for help from their superiors.

"Raise ... your hands up!"

A young policeman with a pale face saw Russell, raised his pistol tremblingly, and looked at his sweaty appearance. He might not have the strength to pull the trigger.

"Asshole, you are your own, put down your gun."

The sheriff pressed the pistol, stared angrily at the young police officer, took a deep breath, not looking at the corpse, and said to Russell, "You're Officer Russell, aren't you?"

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

"I know, Officer Russell, I saw your show on TV before, but ..."

Sheriff Nod nodded in response, and then stopped for a while, then said, "I got a call from my superior. You reported being attacked by more than 200 killers. It looks like I'm late."

"OK, I thought it would be a reporter first."

When she heard Russell's spit, the sheriff was very speechless, hesitated for a few seconds, and whispered, "Don't take the liberty to ask, are you doing it?"

"Ok."

Russell nodded calmly: "There are about 100 corpses in the parking lot and about 130 in the abandoned building over there. You don't need to find an ambulance. I'm pretty sure there are no live mouths."

"..."

The sheriff was silent for a long time, her cuffs wiped her forehead with cold sweat, and stiffly said, "Sergeant Russell, please pay attention to your identity and wording. This is not appropriate."

"Sorry, just to make it clearer."

Russell smiled and almost forgot that he was a positive figure.

"These two guns ..."

"I will cooperate, you can take 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 from his head again.

"Sergeant, be patient, I have a case to deal with."

Russell raised an eyebrow: "To be honest, I was arresting the offender. As a result, this group of people suddenly shot at me on the street, and the street surveillance should be able to be adjusted to a video."

"Sorry, this is the rule."

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"Really incompatible?"

"Not negotiable!"

"..."

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

I said that the eyes are the windows of the soul, and the zipper is the window of society.

After a few seconds of eye confirmation, the sheriff had a deeper understanding of Russell. This was a good policeman who was out of low-level tastes and absolutely unselfish and trustworthy.

Truthfully, the Sheriff has never seen a person who is more reliable and more just than Russell for so many years.

So the sergeant slaps his chest, indicating that the rules are dead and people are alive.

Russell can leave. After all, he still has a task at his disposal. There is no need to delay the precious time of arresting criminals for several corpses. In the event of running away, people's lives and property are threatened. No one can afford this responsibility.

Finally, the sheriff also mobilized other police officers to help Russell clear the obstacles and let his police car exit smoothly.

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

"Sergeant Russell, come to the branch to drink coffee when you have time. Now, you must come!"

没 "Yes, I have a younger sister who wants to introduce you."

"I have a sister too, twins!"

"..."

Russell waved his hands enthusiastically and said, "Sure, everyone rest assured, I will go someday!"