BOOM! ! !
Next to Russell's handsome back was a bulletproof car that was in flames due to a violent explosion. The major shareholder's luxury car was of reliable quality and did not deform even when a grenade exploded. Considering the small space in the car and the power of the grenade, the major shareholder probably could not experience the pleasure of burning his body in flames, and he was directly killed.
Russell didn't look back at the explosion, thinking about bringing a pack of cigarettes with him next time to show off, but within three seconds of being handsome, and after taking a few steps, a big horse fell to the ground. A bullet passed over the place where he was standing. Listening to the source of the gunshot, he rolled around and dodged behind a car.
[The host contacts the plot character Hertz and triggers the lottery. Do you want to draw now? 】
Although I don't know who Hurts is, he can be defined as a "plot character" by the system, so he is definitely not a sideshow.
Hurts is indeed not a bastard, he is just the short leader who has been chasing after Smith. He has the face of a small man and a slightly fat body, but underneath this cheerful appearance is a cruel and evil heart.
Hertz was a forensic expert consultant to the FBI. He was good at handling corpses and analyzing criminals' psychological activities based on subtle clues. Because of his reputation, many big bosses hired him as a personal assistant to solve some shady matters.
Hertz, like Russell, was born with a talent. After a brief contact, he could analyze a person's psychology through language and body movements, and guess what the other person was thinking and what he would do next.
With his innate talent, he moved among many forces and became prosperous.
"Wow wow, I didn't expect that besides Smith, there would be such a powerful gunman like you. Tell me, where is the woman and the baby?" Hertz hid in the grass and saw Russell's weird shooting skills. He didn't plan to show up. Die.
"Your boss is dead, is there any point in continuing to bother him?"
As Russell spoke, he opened the system interface, started his favorite lottery session, and got an item card.
[Item card: Hertz’s fingerprint pistol (it can only be fired after checking Hertz’s fingerprints. It can avoid misfires, reduce the crime rate, and is not afraid of being picked up by the enemy. It is a loyal and principled pistol)]
Russell: "..."
What a piece of shit, wasting my expression!
Russell was playing lottery here, and Hurts on the other side began to put pressure on him with words: "Haha, you don't think I only work for Hammerson, do you?"
"There are many people who employ me. Killing one Hammerson won't affect anything. Speaking of which, I have to thank you because Smith killed the congressman and I received another big contract. As long as I kill you, I can go back to the past." Say goodbye."
Hurts spoke proudly, but Russell could hear that he was very unwilling to do so. He imagined the other party gnashing his teeth and couldn't help but ridiculed: "After talking for a long time, it turns out that you are just a wage earner, poor guy!"
"Stop talking nonsense, tell me..."
Hertz hid behind a tree and snorted when he heard Russell's sarcasm. Unexpectedly, a pistol was pressed against his temple, and Smith appeared out of nowhere.
"What the hell!"
Hertz looked at the military dog squatting at Smith's feet speechlessly. If he recognized it correctly, it was the military dog he had brought over. The military dog squatted obediently next to Smith, wagging its tail cheerfully. It noticed Hertz's angry gaze and grinned back.
"I like dogs. They are man's best friends, aren't they?"
"Shit, fuck my good friends!"
Bang!
Smith pulled the trigger and blew out Hertz's head. Russell came from behind the car and couldn't help but roll his eyes when he looked at the big military dog.
"Smith, you're two minutes late!"
Smith put the pistol into his holster: "No, it came just in time."
…
Two days later, in a small town in North Carolina, Smith decided to quit the world, change his ways, and settle down here with Quintana as a farmer to live out the rest of his life in peace.
The two considered getting married after some time, and the baby naturally became their first child.
A happy ending, everything looks good, Smith and Quintana are very satisfied with their new home, but Russell is not, because he paid for the land.
The bank card worth 500,000 US dollars is anonymous, cannot be reported as lost, and cannot be withdrawn, but the card can be swiped at the POS machine. Russell didn't think this thing was of much use, but when he actually swiped the card, he couldn't help but feel distressed all afternoon.
Smith solved his worries and began to teach Russell with all his strength, imparting all his skills to him. He regarded Russell as a good friend, a life-long friendship, and he taught him extremely hard.
The fastest way to learn is actual combat. No matter how much theory you learn, it is not as good as practicing with real swords and guns. In this regard, Smith and Cross hold the same view. He took Russell to perform actual combat in the jungle. He stopped the fight and deliberately missed every time. It wasn't until he learned about Russell's magical talent that he started to take action for real.
With the full-level tuba and trumpet leveling up, Russell gained experience and his biubiu rose. The time between life and death was the easiest time to break through. His brain was running at high speed, and his muscles memorized the movements again and again. Within a few days, Smith was eating Got into some trouble.
The remaining memories and experiences of the subway police in Russell's body are constantly being mined, and he is making rapid progress at a speed visible to the naked eye. There are also two one-time skills that he had equipped before, '100 hits' and 'bullet time', from which Russell gained a strong sense of gun. Although he could not perfectly copy the two magical skills, the system has already recognized that he has obtained one. Permanent skills.
[Skill: Pistol Mastery (your pistol is great)]
Compared to the advanced skills he had experienced, 'Pistol Mastery' seemed ordinary, but Russell was inspired. The moment the system prompt sounded, he suddenly realized something.
The system is not the biggest cheat, it is just the key to travel through the world. This key unlocks endless resources!
…
A week later, after Russell had mastered the new skills, Smith told him that he had nothing to teach him.
The master leads us in. Cultivation depends on oneself. The next step is to rely on Russell himself!
Russell didn't say much. They opened red wine that night, and Quintana prepared a sumptuous dinner. It was a farewell dinner, and both of them drank to their heart's content.
At noon the next day, Russell got into the Ford pickup truck, twisted the key and waved to Smith.
"To be honest, although we only got along for a short time, I am sure that you are the worst killer I have ever seen. Your qualifications are simply stupid!" Smith is looking forward to the future life. The smile on the tough guy's face has become more and more serious recently. He came more and more, and started teasing Russell when leaving.
Russell snorted coldly, took out the anonymous bank card from his pocket, and threw it on Smith's face.
Smith was in a daze and dropped his bank card directly to the ground. He frowned and said, "What does this mean? Do you think you can make me change my evaluation of you by spending some money?"
Russell glanced at Smith arrogantly, and his wealthy aura leaked out: "Poor man, there are about 300,000 US dollars in it!"
Without saying a word, Smith picked up the bank card on the ground, put it into his inner pocket, and gave Russell a thumbs up: "I take back what I said before, you are really a genius!"
The two looked at each other, smiled, and touched their fists in mid-air.
"By the way, will you come to my wedding with Quintana?"
"Sorry, I may be absent because I still have the status of a wanted criminal." Russell shrugged, and drove the Ford away under Smith's gaze.
"I was going to say that I still need a best man...well, good luck to you!"
It wasn't until the shadow of the pickup truck disappeared that Smith turned and walked toward his new home. At the door of his home, he saw Quintana holding the baby in his arms. He took the mother and son into his arms and kissed Quintana on the forehead.
Quintana touched the face of the man he loved and traced the contours of his facial features with his fingers: "What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?"
"No, I'm not at all...well, you're right, I'm a little disappointed!"
"Leave it to me, I have a way to make you happy immediately!"
Quintana smiled, slid his fingers from Smith's chin to his chest, drew a small circle, then continued downward, gently opened the zipper, and held an indescribable cylinder.
"Oh~~~"
"I like this method, I can't remember who Russell is!"
