Russell automatically ignored the skill card for repeated horizontal jumps and focused on the two item cards. To be fair, he felt that his horizontal jump was already very powerful and he did not need extra skill cards.
After all, not everyone can switch between black and white as freely as he does, and can perfectly fit into it.
The epic one-handed hammer 'Opposer', filling out Russell's melee arsenal.
Doing the math, he already has a sword, a gun, a knife, a glove, a halberd without a fork, and a hammer will bring him one step closer to the achievement of the 'Eighteen Weapons'.
Coincidentally, he has been lacking a handy hammer to complement the Big Big Wolf tattoo.
The last item, 'Devil's Cell Phone', according to the annotation, is a product from hell. As the name suggests, it is used to make deals with the devil.
Russell is curious, if he dials the number, who will be the devil providing services to him? In the Marvel world, will it be Mephisto?
Mephisto's pager sounds very interesting!
He plans to use it in the next world. If it is an atheistic world, will this mobile phone be able to connect to the hotline of hell?
After adding the force attribute points obtained from the lottery, Russell will distribute the 18 free attribute points as a reward for completing the task perfectly according to the 'bucket rule', and the personal panel begins to refresh.
[Host: Russell]
[Power: 132 (69+63)]
[Body: 132 (92+40)]
[Wisdom: 134 (94+40)]
【Wealth: 130800】
【……】
A perfect mage horn, even the most picky player can't find any faults with it.
During the lottery and attribute point distribution, Russell tightened his arms around his shoulders, and his figure faded and disappeared in an instant.
There was no space between Shen Menghan and Supergirl, and after confirming that Russell was really not lying, he entered the main god space to do a mission again.
It was so frequent that the two of them couldn't believe it, so much so that they even bumped their heads together without reacting.
"He's quite difficult."
"Because I signed this contract..."
"..."
…
The darkness in front of Russell's eyes flashed away, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that he was attending a press conference.
In New York, a mixed city of black and white, there are countless crimes and skeletons beneath the surface glamor. The NYPD, which is responsible for punishing rape and eradicating evil, is always under the public's attention, and among them are two star-level brave detectives.
Danson and Highsmith, a well-known bald duo in the United States.
Just yesterday, two detectives drove a Chevrolet sports car to chase a group of illegal peddlers of washing powder. They drifted, crashed, and exploded along the way. After crashing into three-digit private cars and paralyzing traffic on two streets, , ending with a perfect big explosion, capturing the maniac armed with a heavy machine gun.
Today, the police station specially held a press conference for the two.
Russell opened his shirt, and there was a gun holster on the left and right sides, an M9 and a Glock 19. I liked one very much, and I didn't like the other very much.
Then, he turned over his ID, Officer Russell of the NYPD.
"I didn't expect that after being hidden for so long, I, the Justice Vanguard... Bah, the Crime Vanguard... Bah, the identity of the Justice Vanguard has still been exposed."
Russell silently put the documents away. The system performed well this time, and he was very satisfied with the assigned identity, so he rewarded the other party with a chicken leg-shaped lightning ball in the spiritual world.
The press conference had nothing to do with Russell. He was not the protagonist, but he insisted on saying that he was related. He was assigned by his superiors to maintain order at the scene and prevent the excited people from beating up the two brave detectives.
Russell didn't quite understand why police officers who solved major crimes were at risk of being beaten at first, but he understood after reporters asked questions.
"Detective, I'm a reporter from the New York Observer. Only 2 taels of laundry detergent were found on the four suspects. In other states, this is not enough for a prison sentence."
The reporter handed over the microphone and said angrily: "In pursuit of them, it has caused traffic jams throughout Manhattan and caused economic losses of tens of millions of dollars. Do you think it is worth it?"
"Boy, are you new here? This is New York. It costs tens of millions of dollars to catch gang members selling laundry detergent. This money is well spent."
Highsmith looked disdainful, and his arrogant New York attitude immediately attracted flashes of light and applause. The onlookers felt aggrieved and clapped outwardly, expressing their agreement with his statement.
A typical example of pretending to be fat!
The new reporter looked confused and was pushed aside by a female reporter from the gossip section.
"Danson, can you tell us about the scandal between you and Kim Kardashian? Everyone wants to know if it is true, or is she using your fame to promote herself?"
"Personal privacy, no comment!"
Danson was wearing sunglasses and had a stern look on his face. After a three-second pause, the handsome man turned into a husky and showed a gentleman's smile: "But this is indeed true."
Click! Click! Click————
The flashbulbs continued, and the press conference went off topic. Demand determines the market, and consumers' gossip mentality determines the direction after the press conference.
Russell finally understood why the bald brothers always wore sunglasses. This was a tip for successful people.
By the way, the two bald heads look very familiar, a combination of Nick Fury and Luke Hobbs.
This analogy may be inappropriate. Russell has traveled around the world and is very aware that actors take on too many roles and play different roles in different movies, so many actor memes were born.
For example, he had previously encountered a scenario where Nick Fury, Captain Marvel, and Loki formed a team to fight King Kong, but were defeated and fled, and Nick Fury was beaten to death.
But then again, if you don't compare to the bald brothers, how else can you compare them? They are much more reliable than the combination of the Jedi Knight and the Scorpion King.
While thinking, Russell saw many familiar faces behind the bald brother, such as Agent J and the super cross-dresser from "Jedi Men".
Another example is a guy whose name is hard to pronounce, but when he mentions his masterpiece, people think, "It's him." He is the foul-mouthed black police officer in "Rush Hour".
Another example is The White-Headed Detective!
"..."
Russell is confused and speechless about the world he lives in. As far as the current situation is concerned, it seems to be a hodgepodge of American imperial police and gangster movies with strong comedy.
"Russell, after the press conference, come to my office."
There was a whisper from the side, and Russell turned around to see another familiar person, the villain Vulture from [Spider-Man: Homecoming].
Looking at this face, Russell had a strong sense of déjà vu as a bad guy undercover, but then he thought, maybe Bateman came to work in the New York Police Department after retiring.
All in all, this is the most awesome New York Police Department in all the worlds and New York cities he has experienced.
The plot is not yet known, and it is expected to be very confusing. The world mission is not yet known, but it will most likely revolve around the police station.
The reason is very simple. With so many Destined protagonists gathered together, it would be a disaster if the plot didn’t start at the police station!
"Sir, can I go to your office now?"
"Sir? Since when have you been so polite? You'd better call me Sheriff Mochi, otherwise I'll think you want to borrow money."
"Ok, Chief Mochi, can I go to your office now?"
Russell shrugged, smelling the mission.
"Why, the press conference still needs manpower. You are the best police officer in our police station. If there is an accident, I hope you can kill the thug on the spot in front of so many reporters...well, shoot the gun in the head." "
Sheriff Mochi is using his hands to point guns. The scene is so beautiful that whether he is Bateman or Vulture, it is hard to look directly at him.
"Chief Moqi, with so many outstanding colleagues here, I don't think I'm needed here at all. If thugs really show up, they will die miserably." Russell told the truth. He didn't brag or make lies, and the villains without superpowers appeared. over.
"It's rare that you are so motivated to work today, come with me!"
Chief Mochi took Russell into the police station. Along the way, Russell saw several familiar faces, including Nicolas Cage, the king of bad movies, and Electro from The Amazing Spider-Man...
What a magical world!
Thinking about it from another perspective, New Yorkers living here are really in dire straits.
"The situation is like this. Officer John McCarran of the Brooklyn Division was transferred to Los Angeles. There is a shortage of police officers there who can calm the situation. I recommended you to my superiors and it was approved."
In the office, Chief Mauch took out a photo, which showed the face of Officer John McCarron with a worrying hairline.
A bit like Bruce Willis in "Die Hard"...
Well, that's him!
Russell nodded calmly. In the past fifteen minutes, he had been used to big winds and waves. After all, he even had a white-headed detective. He would not be able to see the likes of Schwarzenegger, Stallone, and Jean-Claude Van Damme in the future. Accident.
Except for the nose of the plane!
Because that means that the overall IQ of this absurd world is very worrying.
"Don't think too much. There's no point in transferring you there. Firstly, you happen to live there, and secondly... you have seen the situation in the bureau. There are too many outstanding employees and the pressure of competition is too great. Take advantage of this opportunity. , I hope you have been promoted next time we meet."
Sheriff Mochi said, handed a stack of documents to Russell, and continued: "You have two days off, but there is a shortage of manpower over there. I hope you will take up the post immediately."
"I understand, I will report on time in two days."
"As long as you understand!"
Chief Moqi looked calm, but in fact he was overjoyed. How pitiful he was. These damn elites were so energetic. They were fighting, fighting, and fighting in the police station all day long. He was almost driven crazy.
Especially Russell, this guy is known as the "Partner Terminator". The police officers who team up with him are either dead or disabled. The longest life span is one week and the shortest is fifteen seconds. They are a real scourge on the world and are the first targets to be eliminated.
If he is transferred away, the police station should be much cleaner.
Looking at Russell's back as he opened the door and left, Chief Mochi breathed a sigh of relief and felt a pain in his balls when he opened the document: "This Alex Murphy is also a thorn, where should he be transferred..."
