"A glass of ice water, thank you!"
In the coffee shop, Russell ordered a glass of ice water. Veronica and Betty sat on the left and right, and opposite him were the fish-eyed master and apprentice Balthazar and David.
There was no choice. There were five people in the four-person booth. Russell didn't want to get close to the two resentful men, so he had to squeeze in between Veronica and Betty.
The beautiful women on the left and right, coupled with the murderous eyes on the other side, brought Russell double happiness.
"Master Russell, no, Officer Russell, you drive a police car out at night, don't you have to maintain order?"
Balthazar's words were thorny, and he just wanted to drive Russell away so that he could be alone with Veronica.
Not seen for a thousand years, Veronica was sealed in a Horcrux and slept a long, long sleep. But for Balthazar, it was an extremely long wait, and she had a lot to say.
That is to say, he couldn't beat her, otherwise he would have kicked Russell over and fell asleep with the beauty Hua Qianyue in his arms.
David also had the same idea. He hated that a light bulb disturbed the two couples and made him itchy. He ordered a piece of grilled ribs. After sitting down, he stared at Russell and began to grind his teeth.
Creak, creak, creak!
"It doesn't matter. I'm not on duty tonight. Besides, there's a bag snatcher stuck in the car. I have to keep an eye on him and not let him escape."
Then take the person back to the police station quickly!
Balthazar picked up a rib and grinded his teeth along with his apprentice.
Creak, creak, creak!
"Veronica, do you really want to stop thinking about it?"
Russell invited Veronica to have a late-night snack alone, but was declined, so he invited Veronica again.
He had no other intentions, he just wanted to eat and go for a drive, and by the way, he could recharge Veronica's batteries and add some world history.
Of course, if Veronica is interested, he will definitely not refuse.
"No, I have already agreed to have dinner with Balthazar. Before breaking up with him, I will not agree to invitations from other men." Veronica refused with a smile and took her hand out of Russell's paw.
"Okay, if you and Balthazar fall out, remember to call me."
When the big beauty didn't call, Russell turned to look at the little beauty and grabbed Betty's hand: "I've reserved a seat at the three-star Michelin restaurant on Madison Avenue. I'm short of a heroine. Can I have the honor of inviting you to have a supper with me?"
Creak, creak, creak!
"Are you determined?"
"Not yet, but if I make a call, the other party won't refuse."
"No problem, I'm very honored."
Click!
When David heard this, he bit off his ribs. He and Betty were not boyfriend and girlfriend, they had not even changed their horoscopes, and they were not even considered a spare tire. Betty agreed to have dinner with Russell, but he could only stare.
"I agreed so easily..."
Russell gave Betty a strange look, and he asked casually, teasing David opposite him, but he didn't expect that he actually got an appointment.
"Yes, but I have a condition."
Betty took a lot of effort to pull her hand out of Russell's paw, opened her bag and took out a pen and paper: "Officer Russell, I am a journalism student at the City University of New York. I hope to conduct an exclusive interview with you and discuss it with you." The campus radio station reports.”
"I have something to interview. If it's about magic, I have nothing to say. Just ask David. He will tell you everything he knows."
Russell shook his head. He didn't care that the public knew about the existence of magic. There were many witnesses to the flaming pentagram and the Hell Gate movement tonight, and he couldn't hide it at all. He just didn't want to be widely advertised by the nominal magician, which would cause so much trouble. His mission was inconvenient.
For example, his status as a billionaire gave him a lot of headaches. He was too well-known and couldn't go undercover inside the enemy.
"No, I'm not going to cover magic. David told me your rules."
Betty was slightly excited and said: "I want to interview you because you gave up your billions in wealth to become a policeman. This is very positive and explosive, so..."
In the middle of her words, Betty covered her mouth and yawned, then fell asleep on the back of the booth.
Russell curled his lips slightly: "The memory about me has been deleted from Betty's mind. Don't tell her when you wake up."
"Why?" David didn't understand.
"Journalists can't hide secrets, and their concerns are very gossipy. These are not what I want."
Russell stood up and walked out of the booth: "That's it. If you have nothing to do, don't contact her. Except for Veronica. If you decide to break up with Balthazar one day, I can lend you a shoulder."
"Wait a moment."
Balthazar stood up, took two steps forward and asked softly: "Master Russell, are you...really a devil?"
"I said I was Satan, do you believe it?"
"..."
The corners of Balthazar's eyes twitched. He didn't want to believe it from the bottom of his heart, but the facts were in front of him and he couldn't help but not believe it.
Mogani completed the 'Summoning Soul' forbidden spell to open the gate to hell, but no undead was willing to respond to the call, but Russell easily opened the door to hell and exiled Mogani and Maxim.
"Don't worry, Satan is a business I took over recently. I was the Supreme Mage a long time ago and have been fighting to protect the world. I am a good person!"
Russell patted Balthazar on the shoulder, the black light in his eyes narrowed with a smile, and he left the cafe in a state of anxiety, and drove away at the end of the street.
"What's wrong, Balthazar?"
"No, it's nothing, it's just..."
Balthazar hesitated, hesitated for a moment and took a deep breath. He couldn't control this matter. The key was to seize the moment: "Veronica, can I invite you to dinner? There is no Michelin star, only Chinatown." A small restaurant."
"It's an honour!"
Veronica smiled and put her hand in Balthazar's palm, and the two held hands and left, leaving David with a confused look on his face.
Looking at the sleeping Betty, David swallowed. The angel and the devil in his heart fought fiercely. After the devil won, he was knocked down by the otaku sap in the grass.
David decided to take Betty back to the laboratory and explain to her when she wakes up tomorrow.
"Sir, can you explain why this lady fell asleep after drinking the drink?" As soon as David helped Betty up, he was blocked in the corner by three or five waiters.
"I can explain...well, she's sleepy, that's all."
"We have called the police, please explain to the police!"
"I'm not, I didn't..."
…
After driving to the police station, Russell threw the bag robber into a temporary jail. He took time to go to San Francisco, passed the Golden Gate Bridge, and saw the group of orangutans in Sequoia National Park.
Every time he saw this famous bridge, Russell couldn't help but want to complain.
In Hollywood movies, the White House has been bombed more than forty times, and the president has been captured or assassinated nearly a hundred times. However, if it is more miserable, the Golden Gate Bridge is still superior. In the more than eighty years since its completion, it has been used by large and small people. The number of times the director has pushed is as high as three digits.
Earthquakes, floods, meteorites, monsters, nuclear bombs, people in the scene...
In comparison, this time the orangutans captured the Golden Gate Bridge, it can be said to be childish. After all, the bridge is still there, and it can continue to be used after repairs.
The reason why the orangutans gained wisdom is exactly the same as the shark incident Russell encountered in Hawaii, both of which were to develop specific drugs to treat Alzheimer's disease.
But the result was not as bad as Russell imagined. The specific medicine did not successfully enter the market. Because of a series of recent events, the board of directors behind the medical institution invested in another project.
The U.S. imperial government took the lead and united many powerful consortiums to jointly study the wreckage of the alien reconnaissance ship on Planet G.
It involves many fields, including medical neurological projects. With the successful case of RoboCop, the government hopes to successfully realize the possibility of human evolution in the future.
This statement is very vague. In detail, it is mainly divided into two parts, military and civilian.
In the military section, the Ministry of National Defense submitted a huge contract to use alien technology as a basis, integrating nanotechnology and artificial intelligence programs to create an ultra-new neuron chip, turning an untrained ordinary person into an omnipotent person. Super agent.
Going a step further is a bit fantasy. A confidential file unites giants from several industries to upgrade nanotechnology to achieve true immortality, turning soldiers into super soldiers comparable to gods.
As far as the clues currently held by the U.S. imperial government are concerned, it is not just aliens. Devils do exist in reality. Where there is hell, there is also heaven.
God is moody, and before the next great flood comes, mankind must complete the upgrade in order to redeem itself.
Of course, before redeeming itself, it would be great if the American emperor could unify the whole world!
Not to mention the civilian section, which involves too many fields. Artificial intelligence alone is enough to subvert today's social structure.
Faced with such an attractive and lucrative big cake, the U.S. imperial government responded with all its wishes, and major consortiums responded one after another, scrambling to grab a spot. Funds, personnel, and venues were all available in an instant.
What makes the US imperialist government feel bad is that the best-preserved planet G reconnaissance ship landed in the east. The spokesman there didn't know anything about it, saying that it was an ordinary meteorite, without a reconnaissance ship, and without alien high-tech.
Don't ask, it means no!
Russell didn't care about what happened next. After having a heart-to-heart talk with a major shareholder of a medical institution, he convened a shareholders' meeting overnight. Stop studying orangutans and seize the time to develop alien technology. That is the future of all mankind.
The orangutan matter has come to an end, and Russell doesn't want to interfere anymore. Without the circulation of brain-destroying drugs, these orangutans are destined to be unable to make any big waves, so just let them be.
…
When he arrived at the police station the next day, it was almost noon. Pierre threw the two reports to Russell with a look of honor and asked about the party and the girl.
If you are single and want to fall in love, it is best to find a young blonde girl with a good personality, a good figure and a nice face.
Pierre knew that Russell was a rich man and there must be no shortage of girls like this around him. He was not greedy, just two of them would be enough.
"No, didn't I introduce it to you before?"
"Have it?"
Pierre frowned and thought hard, and his memory fell into confusion. Sometimes he stayed up late at the police station to report, and sometimes he had a long conversation with the blonde girl all night long. He was completely confused.
"It seems there is, but I was drunk and have no memory of the key plot..."
Russell patted Pierre on the shoulder and pressed him on the chair: "Take a rest when you are drunk. Come on, there is a report of a bag robber. Get rid of it."
"Why are you still here? You promised me that there won't be a second time."
"Really?" Russell blinked.
"It seems...no!" Pierre blinked, completely confused.
"If not, don't make excuses. Write a report quickly and I'll introduce you to a girl tonight."
"real?"
"Of course, you are not a beautiful woman, why should I lie to you?"
"But, I also have a case on hand..."
"It's on me. From today on, I will solve the case and you will write the report. It was decided happily."
