Silber, Maybach, Koenigsegg, Bugatti, Pagani...
Russell scanned the eight luxury car keys and felt more and more that Winston was actually a river god. He said speechlessly: "The doorman really didn't remember clearly. I drive a Camaro, the one with a price of 20,000 US dollars."
"No, it can't be!"
Winston didn't understand what Russell meant, so he wiped the cold sweat from his head and said cautiously: "If you think about it again, did you remember it wrong, or is your car key not here?"
"not here!"
"Wait a moment, I'll make arrangements right away and bring over eight more car keys."
"No, just put this thing away."
Russell rolled his eyes and said bluntly: "I am just a young police officer on the job. Luxury cars here often cost tens of millions of dollars. Do you want me to drive it to and from get off work, do you want to cause trouble for me?"
Winston's eyes suddenly widened and he said in surprise: "What, Officer Russell, don't you know about that?"
"what do you know?"
Russell looked strange, thinking that there would be explosive news.
"Officer Russell, please express my condolences. One of your distant wealthy relatives has passed away. According to his will, you will inherit his entire estate."
While talking, Winston took out another jewelry box from the bookcase.
After opening it, there was a series of property rights documents, including two jewelry stores in New York, seven equity certificates of multinational groups, a mansion on Long Island, etc.
The most incredible thing is that there is actually an oil field in the Middle East.
Russell: "..."
"Officer Russell, your relative passed away too suddenly. You just wanted to transfer all the property as soon as possible before his death. I just couldn't contact you in the past two days, so your lawyer hurriedly completed the procedures so that your relative could pass away without leaving any regrets. "
Winston wiped away his tears sadly, and then said: "But don't worry, they are all professional lawyers. There will be no problems with taxation. They have already established a charity fund for you."
With that said, Winston pushed the jewelry box in front of Russell. Regardless of whether Russell admitted it or not, it was his property, protected by the laws of the United States, and was sacrosanct.
"..."
Russell continued to be speechless. He had gained billions for no reason, and it was a beautiful sword. Does he have such a relative?
I think should not be! ?
Maybe I forgot, why don't I go back and check?
"He~~tui!!"
Russell spat on the ground: "Return these things, this is not the life I want. If you dare to find relatives for me again, I will twist your head off."
"But……"
Winston's eyelids twitched and he smiled bitterly: "All records have been filed. This is your property. You do have a rich relative who has passed away."
"What do you mean, I still have to admit it?"
"Well, there's nothing we can do about it."
Winston was uneasy: "To be honest, these assets are the handiwork of the Leg Raising Conference. If you insist on saying so, they are equivalent to war reparations. If you refuse to accept them, they will go crazy."
"War? I don't remember when there was a war. They still have this qualification."
Russell curled his lips disdainfully: "If this is my asset, then please find a lawyer and donate it all."
"Uh, okay!"
“Where’s my Camaro?”
"In the garage, let me drive to the door of the hotel." Winston gave Deputy Caron a look and asked him to do it immediately.
"That's it. If nothing happens in the future, we won't see each other again."
Russell turned around and left, specifically waving to John Wick, and disappeared into the office in a graceful manner.
John Wick looked solemn and said with admiration: "He is a good police officer. Among the police officers I know, no one can compare to him."
Winston rolled his eyes and made no comment on this sentence. He didn't know whether he was a good police officer or not. It was true that no one could compare to him.
The nearly 10,000 lives are bloody proof!
Toot toot!
Winston called and contacted the High Table. The rain stopped and the sky cleared. The war was over and Russell would no longer kill.
The operator on the opposite side shed excited tears, but when he heard that Russell refused to accept the war reparations and wanted to donate them all, he suddenly became nervous.
"Winston, what do you mean by that gentleman? Do you think the money is too little?" The operator's phone was taken away and someone else spoke.
"No, I just don't like it and don't want to use your dirty money."
"This is not dirty money, it is all earned through legal procedures... Forget it, let's not talk about it. The gentleman can donate if he wants. I will teach you how to handle this matter. Remember, there are many ways to donate money. There is a type of financial management called charity, where you will only donate more and more, do you understand?"
"I see."
Winston shrugged and ended the call. He knew that the other party was already crazy with fun and was eager to have a party to celebrate for three days and three nights, so he would not disturb their fun.
"Winston, have you forgotten something?"
John Wick hesitated for a moment and kindly reminded: "Mr. Leonid in Moscow, he seems to have followed your advice and is committing suicide."
"Beep!"
Winston then remembered and hurriedly dialed Leonid's long-distance number several times, but no one answered.
"..."x2
The two of them looked at each other in silence. After a long time, Winston slowly spoke: "Mr. Leonid has a big heart and will not commit suicide easily. What do you think?"
"Well, I think it's best if you keep calling."
"I tried, but no one answered. Why not eat first and call later."
"Listen to you."
At this point, the twelve senior managers at the high table have been reduced again, and the remaining number is currently 5/12!
…
On the way home, Russell called the director, and there was a message from him on the missed call.
He knew the general situation, and sure enough, after getting through the phone, the director told him that the suspension had been revoked and the medal ceremony was postponed to three days later.
Because of the favorable comments he received from media reporters, the New York Police Department was even more convinced that it would set him as a new police benchmark to replace the bald brother.
On the day of the medal ceremony, the two congressmen will be present in person. At the same time, the original 'Battle Cross' will be replaced, and at the strong request of the two congressmen, it will be upgraded to the 'Medal of Honor'.
This is the New York Police Department's highest honor, bestowed upon an individual who has risked his or her life, remained loyal to the line of duty, and displayed tremendous courage in a critical situation.
Strong personal heroism, full of American imperial style.
At the same time, due to his outstanding personal contribution, Russell was promoted to squadron leader/superintendent, skipping over detective, sergeant/superintendent, and being promoted to squadron leader/superintendent.
This was the position that Stanfield had been asking for before.
The police rank is equal to the position. This is because the United States is a federal country, and the legal systems of each state are different. The police do not have a unified police rank across the country. Each state does its own thing, and it is simply linked to the position, which is more clear.
Russell didn't care much about the level. If he had an idea, he would be the chief tomorrow, so he simply ignored this piece of information.
However, there is a very interesting news. The Firearms Tactics Group of the Training Bureau wants to hire him as an instructor to instruct students on how to accurately operate pistols and rifles.
There is no requirement to hold a long-term position. Whenever he is free, the tactical team will organize classes.
It was fun, and Russell decided to try it another day. Apart from the fact that handing a student a handjob sounded weird, there was nothing wrong with it.
apartment!
Russell walked up to the third floor briskly, preparing to do nothing for the next three days, giving himself a short vacation, petting cats, catching up on dramas, and waiting for the award ceremony.
If he had to stop, he guessed that if he continued wandering, the awarding ceremony would have to be postponed.
When I was holding the key to open the door, I remembered that my credit card was in the hands of my bankrupt sister, so I walked back to the first floor.
In the corridor, several movers came in and out. It seemed that the room originally rented by Leon and Maserati had a new tenant.
Telepathy swept through, and Max and Caroline were at home, but they were in a bad mood. Without telepathy, Russell could see a black energy called 'despair' spilling out through the crack in the door.
He shrugged, guessing that the two of them were broke. When he raised his hand to knock on the door, he knocked the door down.
"So, what's the purpose of this door?"
Russell complained speechlessly and lifted the door back to its original position. It was not that he used too much force, but that the door was too broken.
With a slight push, he fell down, showing no moral integrity at all.
"Beauties, let me get my credit card back."
Inside the house, Max and Caroline were lying helplessly, one on the sofa and the other on the floor, like salted fish drying out salt.
Like salted fish, the two of them are full of negativity.
Caroline put her face to the floor and muttered: "@##￥%~!...*#"
"Max, please translate what she said."
"Ah, it's Officer Russell. The credit card is on the table. Get it yourself!" Max translated as he said and lay straight on the sofa motionless.
Russell got his credit card back. The day after tomorrow, at the beginning of the month, the credit card was automatically refreshed and reset back to the $1 million limit.
This was a good thing, but he didn't know how to spend it, and thinking about it gave him a headache.
Seeing that the two women were disheveled, Russell coughed lightly and reminded: "The anti-theft facilities in your home are very worrying. From the perspective of a police officer, I want to remind you to pay attention to the safety of your personal and property, and wear your clothes well."
"#￥...%~!*#"
"translate."
"Whoever dares to touch us, we will marry him directly. We will owe him so much debt that he will doubt his life."
"So, not only are you bankrupt, but you're also in debt?" Russell beamed. The plot was tragic, but he just wanted to laugh.
"%~!￥...%@#"
"Compared to the $5,000 we owe, the failure of the $500,000 investment is more despairing. If we hadn't been unable to afford the coffin, we would have committed suicide."
"I can lend you a sum of money to buy a coffin, give you a wreath and a priest."
Russell expressed sympathy for the two unfortunates and took out five thousand dollars and placed it on the table: "If you use it to repay money, remember to change the creditor to me. If you use it to buy a coffin, treat it as my friendly sponsorship."
"@#￥%......~!￥#"
"Officer Russell, are you still missing someone in your basement? We don't want to work hard anymore."
Russell: (??_??)
He chuckled: "Yes, but there is only one vacant seat. You decide for yourself!"
Clang!
The sound of drawing a knife seemed to be heard in the house. Russell left silently and put the door away before leaving.
