After returning from prison, Russell called Arnold and asked him to take away the two Maserati and told him how dangerous it was for a twelve-year-old kid to own a supercar.
A week may not seem like a long time, but if you do nothing, it will become very difficult.
Especially for Russell, he would feel uncomfortable if he didn't do something for a day...if he didn't do something, so every night he would go to the police station to borrow a police car for patrolling.
New York in this world is very chaotic, especially at night when a crisis is likely to break out. As long as he perseveres, he will definitely hit a certain plot.
[World mission: 1, major case 0/5]
[World mission: 2, ordinary case 18/50]
In three days, there was no drama, but there were a lot of petty thefts.
Incredibly, Matilda was driving underage and he issued a ticket to her guardian Arnold, which turned out to be an ordinary case.
The top management of a high-level organization that did not want to be named collectively cried and fainted in the toilet.
…
On a rainy night, as the coolness grew on the streets of New York, Russell turned on the windshield wipers and stopped at the traffic light.
Perhaps because of the weather, there were few pedestrians on the road tonight, the police car was empty, and they didn't even encounter an ordinary case.
This is so un-New York!
Thump edge thump edge!
If there was a sound of flapping wings passing by from above, Russell immediately became energetic, and the sound sounded like a lost angel.
He opened the car window and took a look. His face was full of disappointment. He had wings, but he was not an angel.
To put it bluntly, it is the tragic result of an angel landing face first on the earth.
No!
It was the product of crashing into a satellite when arriving, falling flat on the ground and losing his angelic face and flat body, and then failed in plastic surgery.
The dark gray body, the hairless fleshy wings, the bloated tall body, and the big face of Shrek, when these elements are combined, it is so sad.
That's right. Russell looked very sad. This thing can really help him find heaven. Isn't it an undercover agent from hell?
"This is so fucking ugly. Is God serious?"
Russell looked disgusted. If it weren't for the subtle power of holy light, he would have even thought that the big moth in the sky was the gargoyle at the door of Miss Satan's bedroom.
Don't ask Russell why he knew the decoration design of Satan's bedroom door. He figured it out by observing the sky at night.
When the red light turned green, Russell drove to the side, made sure there was no one around, and then disappeared into the darkness.
…
The camera turns to St. John's Cathedral in New York, which is located in Manhattan and is the third largest cathedral in the world in Romanesque style.
It is worth mentioning that the design of this church was completed in 1888 and construction began in 1892. It has not been completely completed until now.
The giant monster landed in front of the main hall of the church, and his body changed into a human appearance. He passed through the pillars and came to the solemn cross.
"Queen, everything is normal in New York City tonight, and the devil's whereabouts are becoming more and more secretive."
"After the last war, our numbers dropped sharply, but the number of demons remained high. The more they hide, the more uneasy I feel."
"Queen, the manpower patrolling at night has been strengthened several times. If the devil makes any move, we will notice it as soon as possible."
"hope so……"
The voice stopped for a moment and continued: "Be careful and don't let humans detect our whereabouts. After all, this is their era and we should not exist."
"My subordinate understands!"
The man nodded, hesitated for a moment and then asked: "Queen, so far, haven't you been able to get in touch with heaven?"
"..."
There was no answer, and silence fell in the main hall.
In an unnoticed corner, Russell's figure emerged from the darkness. He raised his head and looked at this church with a strange architectural style.
The internal structure and decoration are Romanesque, with a hint of Byzantine style, while the exterior is in Gothic style. The 50-meter-high main hall is grand and open, and the exquisite wall carvings are breathtaking.
The walls on both sides are either dedicated to saints or filled with huge pictures related to the Bible, which is full of religious feeling.
At the front of the main hall is the statue of the Crucifixion. Candles are lit on the table, so that the church remains lit at night.
Among the two speakers, in addition to the strong man who was followed by Russell, there was also a woman wearing a blue robe.
He has an average appearance, but his temperament is very holy. There is a heart-warming healing feeling in his words. He seems to be a good person.
Russell turned on his telepathy, searched their memories without disturbing the two of them, and confirmed that the group of people stationed at the church were the "Night-walking Dragon" clan.
They are God's warriors on earth, anonymous and unknown, who have been fighting the demons of hell for a long time.
For example, Queen Leonora of the Nocturnal Dragon Clan is an old antique who has lived for hundreds of years. She has experienced several wars and is the spiritual leader of the clan.
"Be careful, the connection to heaven is suddenly cut off, not just for us but for the church around the world."
Queen Leonora said worriedly: "This may be a conspiracy from hell. Coupled with the hidden activities of the demons, it is very likely that a war will break out in the near future."
"Please rest assured that every warrior of the Night Dragon is not afraid of sacrifice. We will crush the devil's conspiracy and drive back to hell together with Satan."
"..."
Russell's figure converged, retreated into the shadows behind him, and reappeared outside the church.
Is there a conspiracy in hell?
He blinked in confusion, thinking about Satan who loved taking baths and sleeping on beauty products, and living his life without seeking advancement. He felt that the nocturnal dragon clan had been fighting against the air for many years.
Hell and heaven belong to the same company. I don’t even know such a simple truth. This family must be a relic of the era when faith was spread many years ago.
To be more precise, it is an unlucky person who just throws it away after use and no one cares about it.
"Why don't I have any impression of this plot?"
Russell frowned slightly. He was a big shot who had read countless films. But he couldn't think of anything when he heard "Dragon in the Night", which could only mean one thing.
If this were a movie, it would definitely be bad.
If the information was insufficient, he would seek help from professionals. He took out his devil phone and prepared to ask Miss Satan for advice.
Toot toot! !
The blind tone lasted for a long time, and no one answered the phone. Russell had no consciousness of being disliked, and was as persistent as a telemarketer.
Finally, with his perseverance, the call got through.
"Guess who I am?"
"..."
"This is Russell, are you surprised or surprised?"
"..."
"Hey, Satan across the way, are you still alive?"
"..."
There was no sound from the other side. Russell made up the picture in his mind. Satan answered the phone and put it aside, continuing to sleep on his beauty sleep.
Snap!
Russell curled his lips and closed the phone. He had many ways to deal with non-violent and non-cooperative young ladies.
It doesn't matter if you don't answer the phone. If you can run away, the monk can't run away from the temple. He visits you personally.
The door to hell opened, Russell stepped in and appeared in front of Satan's pink castle filled with girls' hearts.
It was so bad that all the doors and windows in the castle were welded shut, like a gorgeous coat with colorful patches, which looked nondescript.
When Satan reaches this point, he can just... withdraw from the group.
"Hell is not safe, just tell me. Why bother putting yourself in such misery?"
Russell felt distressed for a few seconds, feeling worthless for Miss Satan. He counted the steps and walked a hundred steps to the right, then quietly pushed open a side door.
Don't ask why he is so skilled. This is a tacit understanding between men and women, and Satan deliberately left the door open to him.
After sneaking into the castle for five minutes, Russell avoided various mechanisms and triggering alarms, skillfully reached Satan's bedroom, took out the spare key from under the carpet, and gently opened the door.
There was no one, but the light in the private bathroom was on, and there was a light singing voice humming a minor tune.
“φ(0￣๑)la la la♪♪♪~~~”
Miss Satan was soaking in the pool-like bathtub with her long red hair tied up. She picked up the cucumber slices in the fruit bowl and applied them to her face.
The pervert just called, but she didn't say a word after answering it. Sure enough, she successfully persuaded him to leave and decided to do it as usual next time.
As for Russell breaking into the house, Satan said she was not at all panicked. She had carefully laid traps in every corner of the castle. Even if God came, she would be able to react immediately and run away.
If she can't afford to offend him, stay away. She recently built a palace on Pluto and will move there when the WIFI is installed. Russell will definitely not be able to find it then.
She was secretly happy when a piece of cucumber suddenly appeared on her eyelids. She took it away and applied it to her forehead, and another piece of cucumber appeared on her eyelids.
Satan: "..."
She silently covered her vital parts and opened her eyes with despair. Within her sight, Russell held a piece of cucumber in each hand and put it down, making her eyes green.
“Ahhhh————”
Screams resounded through hell. Satan raised his hand to cover Russell's eyes, put on a thick down jacket, and then sank into the water and refused to come out.
"good body!"
"Ah ah ah, gurgle gurgle..."
"You can sing pretty well too."
"Ah ah ah, gurgle gurgle..."
"Come up quickly when you're full. I have something to talk to you about."
"Ah ah ah, gurgle gurgle..."
"Hmph, give you a second. If you don't come up, I will go down."
Whoosh!
Satan stood up from the water, holding his collar and gritting his teeth at Russell. The water stains in the corners of his eyes were not from tears or bath water.
"If you feel aggrieved, how about I wash it and show it to you?"
"Beast!"
"Don't say that. You are a devil. According to the priority of sin, you are far higher than the beast." Russell waved his hand and dragged her out of the pool regardless of Satan's resistance.
"I was just patrolling the streets, and then..."
"The patrol came to my bathroom?"
Satan groaned angrily, raised his hand to summon a quilt, and wrapped himself into a ball.
Russell was very aggrieved and explained: "No, I met a clan who call themselves the Night Dragons. They have been fighting the demons of hell for thousands of years, so I came to you to ask."
"That's nonsense. Where did the nocturnal dragon come from? I've never heard of it. There's also a devil from hell. Just find a reliable excuse to lie. There are no other devils in hell. If there are, I'm pretending to be one."
Russell was surprised: "Your little brother, you don't know?"
"No, it means no... Well, let me look over the contract."
