In the parking lot, corpses were strewn everywhere, and blood was everywhere.
The Predator's whole body tensed up and he remained highly vigilant. His eyes were locked on Russell. At this moment, he only had prey in his eyes.
It doesn't matter whether he kills or is killed, he will gain unprecedented glory in this battle.
The air of murder is permeating the air, and the war is about to break out!
Corresponding to this, Russell's dead fish eyes became more and more confused.
The soldier on the opposite side looks so serious, risking his honor and life in the fight. Should he be more cautious and fight a few more rounds so that the opponent can die with some dignity?
No, releasing the water secretly would insult the honor of the Predator, but... if he doesn't release the water, he will kill instantly. Doesn't the other party have no face?
So confused, what should I do?
Russell found that it was too difficult for him. At the level of the Predator, he could make the opponent cry for a long time with one punch.
He respected the opponent's belief in challenging himself and his persistence in honor. In the past few good opportunities, the Predator did not sneak attack in the melee, nor did he activate the electromagnetic gun to poke his face with electricity.
Although it is the same whether he hits or misses, this is not the point. The point is that the Predator's integrity makes Russell admire him very much.
Because he didn't have this thing, he thought it was very rare.
Clang!
Just when Russell's thoughts were diverging, the Predator couldn't bear the tense fighting atmosphere and took the lead in launching an attack.
He took out the spiral flying blade, pressed its surface, and caused it to rotate and pop out seven flat but sharp blades, and then aimed at Russell and threw it out with all his strength.
The spiral flying blade tore through the air. Russell looked at the whizzing sharp blade, calmly analyzed and thought for a moment, and decided to save some face for the opponent. He spun his steps sideways, narrowly avoiding the sharp edge again and again.
Clang!
In the gap where Russell was able to dodge, the Predator tapped his toes on the ground and kicked the spear into the air. Then he charged with a knife in his wrist and a double-edged spear in his other hand.
In terms of physical fitness, the iron-blooded clan's speed, strength, and explosive power far exceed those of humans. Even the special forces who have undergone rigorous training can only give up their lives when facing them.
It has nothing to do with will, it is racial talent.
Clang!
Russell stopped at his feet, raised his Adamant alloy knife high, and slashed straight at the Predator who rushed in front of him.
The change of moves was too sudden. In the blink of an eye, he stabilized his balance and took advantage of the situation to fight back. This made the Predator very uncomfortable and he hurriedly raised his spear to block.
There was a crisp sound and sparks burst out.
The spear in the Predator's hand was broken into two pieces, and the tip of the knife was scratched against his chest. The cold air stung his skin. There was no contact, but it still left a trace of blood.
As the whistling sound gradually rose in his ears, Russell turned his head to avoid the boomerang-like spiral flying blade, sending it straight towards the Predator's face.
The Predator raised his hand to catch it, and retreated more than ten meters, keeping a safe distance from Russell.
He threw away the broken spear, pressed the surface of the spiral flying blade, the sharp blade folded into four pieces, and held it in his hand as a melee weapon.
The second round of battle begins.
"If you want honor, I will give you honor!"
This time it was Russell who took the lead in attacking. He had already let go once, and he would be a little more serious in the next few rounds.
Uh-huh!
An afterimage flashed past, and Russell's figure disappeared from the Predator's eyes. The shadow of death struck. He relied on his strong combat intuition and performed beyond his level. He suddenly turned around and held the wrist knife in front of his chest to block.
Tsk! !
Sparks rubbed together, the serrations on the wrist knife were flattened by the Adamantium alloy knife, and the blade penetrated deeply into the chest of the Predator.
Severe pain hit, the Predator's eyes widened, and he roared wildly. The gibbon-like body structure made it easy to slash the spiral flying blade towards Russell's cheek.
Click!
Under his horrified gaze, Russell opened his mouth and bit the blade, crushing it with a bang.
Russell took a step forward, and the Edman alloy knife sank into the Predator's chest, then accelerated and sprinted straight into the outer wall of the abandoned building.
The blade easily penetrated the wall, and the Predator was pinned to the wall. He retracted the stuck wrist knife, made fists with both hands, and hit Russell's head left and right.
There were two muffled sounds, and green blood splattered from the Predator's fist, and he couldn't help but roar and scream in pain.
He worked hard, but the gap was like a chasm, so that his efforts felt more like a struggle.
"The strong one..."
Green blood was left along the wall. The Predator vomited blood while talking. After Russell pulled out the long knife, he sat down against the wall.
"You are very good. You will be a good warrior in the future. I will leave you alive and go back to practice. You will be able to defeat me in two years."
Russell swung his sword towards the ground, and the heavy pressure of the sword swept across the ground, creating a dent while shaking off the green blood on the blade.
He stuffed the long knife into his trouser pocket and waved to the Predator: "Let's go, the police will come later. You can only stay here to enter the laboratory."
"honor!"
The Predator stared directly at Russell, his eyes filled with rage, and he regarded it as a shame to survive.
As he spoke, he opened the bomb on his arm, trying to activate it to create an ugly fireworks display.
The control panel on the Predator's wrist has many uses, and its ultimate move, which also has the greatest output, is to set up self-destruction.
When a Predator wants to die with honor and dignity at the last moment of his life, but does not want to leave traces of defeat, setting a countdown to self-destruct is the best choice.
Snapped!
Russell held the Predator's wrist, unable to break free despite several attempts, and then forcibly snatched away the self-exploding control panel.
"Don't be like this, why should a small incident escalate into a disaster?"
Russell stuffed the control panel into his pocket, and then pulled out the Sand Eagle God. The holy light of the 'Left of the Throne' attached to it, transforming it into the shape of a sacred shotgun.
The gold pattern on the silver background combines holiness and killing, and the magical style has some science fiction texture.
It's impressive at first glance.
The Predator's face became less angry, and he closed his eyes and waited for death.
"Warrior, the glory you ordered..."
Bang!
With a gunshot, the Iron Warrior's upper body exploded, and white flames swept through the surrounding area, incinerating his body and erasing all the surrounding green blood.
Russell put away the Sand Eagle, and the black mist dispersed under his feet, engulfing and melting the weapons of the Predator. Only the face armor, breastplate and shoulder cannon hesitated.
He picked up the high-tech metal visor, thought for a moment and threw it into the carry-on space. He did the same with the breastplate carrying the shoulder cannon.
Ten minutes later, more than a dozen police cars arrived at the abandoned building. Russell, wearing a bulletproof vest with the words 'NYPD' printed on it, was sitting on the front hood of his police car playing with his mobile phone, with M9 and M4A1 next to him.
Facing the parking lot littered with corpses, all the police officers were stunned. After reacting, they suppressed the turbulence in their stomachs and quickly opened the cordon and requested support from their superiors.
"Put...put your hands up!"
A pale young police officer saw Russell and raised his pistol tremblingly. Judging from his sweating appearance, he might not have the strength to pull the trigger.
"Asshole, you're one of our own, put your gun down."
The sergeant pressed his pistol and glared at the young police officer. Then he took a deep breath and said to Russell without looking at the corpses on the ground: "You are Officer Russell, right?"
"Yes, I'm from Brooklyn..."
"I know, Officer Russell, I've seen your performance on TV before, but..."
The police chief nodded in response. He paused for a moment mid-sentence, and then said: "I received a call from my superiors. You reported that you were attacked by more than two hundred killers. It seems that I am already late."
"It's okay. I thought the reporters would arrive first."
Hearing Russell's complaints, the police chief was speechless. He hesitated for a few seconds, then stepped forward and asked in a low voice: "I would like to ask, is it all your fault?"
"Um."
Russell nodded calmly: "There are about 100 corpses in the parking lot and about 130 in the abandoned building over there. There is no need to find an ambulance. I'm pretty sure there are no survivors."
"..."
The police chief was silent for a long time. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeves and said stiffly: "Officer Russell, please pay attention to your identity and wording. This is not appropriate."
"Sorry, I just put it that way to make it simpler and clearer."
Russell smiled, almost forgetting that he was a positive person.
"These two guns..."
"I will cooperate. You can take the important evidence directly."
"Thank you, and... you have to come with us. After all, the number of deaths here is too exaggerated." The police chief said, wiping the cold sweat on his head again.
"Chief, please be accommodating, I still have cases to deal with."
Russell raised his eyebrows: "To be honest, I went to arrest the important criminal, but these people suddenly shot at me in the street. The street surveillance should be able to adjust the video."
"Sorry, that's the rule."
The Sheriff said he was helpless and could not let Russell leave until the identities of all the killers were verified.
"You really can't be accommodating?"
"Not negotiable!"
"..."
Five minutes later, Russell sat in the police car and waved goodbye out of the window. The police chief and a row of police officers stood up and waved goodbye to Russell.
It is said that eyes are the windows to the soul, and zippers are the windows to society.
After a few seconds of eye contact, the police chief had a deeper understanding of Russell. He was a good policeman who was free from vulgar taste and was absolutely selfless and trustworthy.
To be honest, in all the years the Sheriff has been in the industry, he has never seen a more reliable and just person than Russell.
So the police chief claps his chest to show that rules are dead but people are alive.
Russell can leave. After all, he still has a mission. There is no need to waste precious time in arresting criminals for a few corpses. If the main criminal escapes and the safety of people's lives and property is threatened, no one can bear this responsibility.
Finally, the sergeant mobilized other police officers to help Russell clear the obstacles so that his police car could drive out smoothly.
The police officers were enthusiastic and expressed their honor. Then, under Russell's command, they pushed away the chaotic cars in the parking lot.
"Officer Russell, come to the substation for a drink of coffee when you have time. It's freshly ground. You must come!"
"Yes, I have a sister I want to introduce to you."
"I have a sister too, twins!"
"..."
Russell waved his hand enthusiastically and said with emotion: "Definitely, don't worry, everyone, I will definitely go another day!"
