Chapter 1002 Your Glory

In the parking lot, corpses were strewn all over the field, and the blood was soaring.

The Predator's whole body tensed up, maintaining a high degree of vigilance, and his eyes locked on Russell. At this moment, he only had prey in his eyes.

It doesn't matter whether he is killed or killed, he will gain unprecedented glory in this battle.

The spirit of killing is pervasive, and the war is about to break out!

Correspondingly, Russell's dead fish eyes became more and more confused.

The soldier on the other side looked very serious, and he was fighting with his honor and life on the line. Shouldn't he put some water and fight a few more rounds, so that the opponent would die with some face?

It's not right, releasing the water secretly will insult the honor of the Predator, but... if you don't release the water and kill him immediately, the other party will lose face?

I'm so confused, what should I do?

Russell found that it was too difficult for him. As far as the level of the Predator is concerned, he can make the opponent cry for a long time with one punch.

He respected the opponent's belief in challenging himself and his will to honor. In the previous few good opportunities, the Predator did not sneak attack in the melee, nor did he activate the electromagnetic cannon to poke his face with electricity.

Although it is the same as hitting or not hitting, this is not the point. The point is that Russell admires the integrity of the Predator.

Because he didn't have such a thing, he thought it was very rare.

Clang!

Just when Russell's thinking diverged, the Predator couldn't bear the tense fighting atmosphere, and took the lead in launching the attack.

He took out the spiral flying blade, pressed its surface, and made it rotate to pop out seven flat but sharp blades, and then aimed at Russell and threw it vigorously.

The spiral flying blade tore through the air. Russell looked at the whistling sharp blade, analyzed it calmly, thought for a while, and decided to save some face for the opponent. He spun sideways, narrowly avoiding the sharp edge.

Clang!

In the gap that Russell dodged to avoid, the Predator touched the ground with his toes, kicked the spear into the air, and then charged with a long stride with a wrist knife and a double-edged spear in one hand.

In terms of physical fitness, the speed, strength, and explosive power of the Jagged Clan are far superior to humans. Even the special forces who have undergone rigorous training can only give away their heads in the face of them.

It has nothing to do with will, it's a racial talent.

Clang!

Russell stopped at his feet, raised the Adamant alloy knife high, and slashed straight down at the Predator rushing in front of him.

The change of move was too sudden, and he stabilized his balance in the blink of an eye and took advantage of the momentum to fight back. This made the Predator very uncomfortable, and hurriedly set up his spear to block.

There was a crisp sound, and sparks shot out.

The spear in the Predator's hand was broken in two, and the tip of the knife was cut against his chest. The cold air stung his skin, and there was a bloodstain even though there was no contact.

The whistling sound gradually rose in his ears, and Russell turned his head to avoid the boomerang-like spiral blade, making it go straight to the Predator.

The Predator raised his hand to catch him, retreated more than ten meters, and kept a safe distance from Russell.

He threw away the broken spear, pressed down on the surface of the spiral flying blade, and the sharp blade gathered into four pieces, holding it in his hand as a melee weapon.

The second round of fighting begins.

"If you want honor, I will give you honor!"

This time, it was Russell who attacked first, and the water was released once, and he will be a little more serious in the next few rounds.

Swish!

An afterimage flashed by, and the Predator lost Russell's figure in his eyes, and the shadow of death struck him. Relying on his strong fighting instinct, he performed super-level, turned around suddenly and put the wrist knife on his chest to block.

Scoff! !

The sparks rubbed, the serrations on the wrist knife were cut flat by the Adamantium knife,

The blade pierced deeply into the Predator's chest.

Severe pain struck, the Predator's eyes opened wide, and he let out a roar. His gibbon-like body structure made it easy for him to swipe the spiral flying blade towards Russell's cheek.

Click!

In his horrified sight, Russell opened his mouth to bite the blade, and smashed it into pieces 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 pierced through the wall, and the Predator was nailed to the wall. He retracted the jammed wrist knife, and punched Russell's head left and right with both fists.

There were two muffled bangs, green blood spattered from the Predator's fist, and he couldn't help screaming in pain.

He worked hard, but the gap felt like a chasm, so much so that his effort felt more like a struggle.

"The strong..."

Green blood was left along the wall, and the Predator vomited blood while talking. After Russell pulled out the long knife, he sat down against the wall and fell to the ground.

"You are very good, you will be a good fighter in the future, save your life and go back to level up, and you will be able to defeat me in two years."

Russell swept the knife towards the ground, and the heavy sword swept across the ground, creating a depression, and at the same time threw off the green blood on the blade.

He stuffed the long knife into his trousers pocket and waved at the Predator: "Let's go, the police are coming later, you can only enter the laboratory if you stay here."

"honor!"

The Predator stared straight at Russell, his eyes were full of anger, and he regarded his life as a shame.

As he spoke, he turned on the bomb on his arm, intending to activate it and create an ugly fireworks show.

The control panel on the Predator's wrist has many uses, and its ultimate ultimate move, which also has the largest output, is to set the self-destruct.

When a predator wants to die with glory 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, allowing him to exert force several times but couldn't break free, and then forcibly snatched the self-destructing control panel.

"Don't be like this, why would a small incident escalate into a disaster."

Russell stuffed the control panel into his pocket, and then pulled out the Sand Eagle Sky God. The holy light of the 'Left of the Throne' was attached to it, transforming it into a sacred shotgun.

The gold pattern on the silver background is a combination of holiness and killing, and the magical style has some sci-fi texture.

It looks great at first glance.

The Predator's expression became less angry, he closed his eyes and waited for death.

"Soldier, the glory you ordered..."

Boom!

With a gunshot, the Iron Warrior's upper body exploded, white flames swept across the surrounding area, incinerated his body, and wiped out all the surrounding green blood.

Russell put away the Sand Eagle, and the black mist dispersed under his feet, engulfing the Predator's weapons and melting them. Only the faceplate and breastplate shoulder cannon hesitated.

He picked up the high-tech metal visor, thought about it and threw it into the portable space, and the breastplate with the shoulder cannon was also handled.

Ten minutes later, more than ten police cars arrived at the abandoned building. Russell was wearing a bulletproof vest with the words 'NYPD' printed on it, and was sitting on the front hood of his police car playing with his mobile phone, with M9 and M4A1 beside him.

Facing the parking lot full of corpses, all the police officers were stunned. After reacting, they suppressed the stomach churning and pulled the cordon quickly, and asked their superiors for support.

"Put... put your hands up!"

Seeing Russell, a pale young policeman raised his pistol tremblingly. Seeing that he was sweating profusely, he might not even have the strength to pull the trigger.

"Asshole, it's your own, put your gun down."

The sheriff pressed down his pistol, glared at the young police officer, then took a deep breath, not looking at the corpses all over the ground, and said to Russell: "You are Officer Russell, aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm from Brooklyn..."

"I know, Officer Russell, I've seen your performance on TV before, it's just..."

The sheriff nodded in response. He paused for a moment in the middle of the conversation, 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 reporter would arrive first."

Hearing Russell's complaints, the sheriff was very speechless, hesitated for a few seconds, stepped forward and asked in a low voice: "May I ask, did you do it all?"

"Ok."

Russell nodded calmly: "There are about 100 corpses in the parking lot, and there are about 130 in the abandoned building over there. There is no need to find an ambulance. I'm sure there are no survivors."

"..."

The sheriff was silent for a long time, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with his cuff, and said stiffly: "Officer Russell, please pay attention to your identity and wording, it is not appropriate to say that."

"I'm sorry, I just said it so simply and clearly."

Russell smiled awkwardly, almost forgetting that he was a positive person.

"These two guns..."

"I will cooperate. You can take away the important evidence directly."

"Thank you, and... you have to go with us, after all, the death toll here is too exaggerated." The sheriff said, wiping the cold sweat off his head again.

"Sheriff, be accommodating, I have a case to attend to."

Russell raised his eyebrows: "To be honest, I was going to arrest the criminal, but this group of people suddenly shot me in the street, and the surveillance on the street should be able to adjust to the video."

"Sorry, this is the rule."

The sheriff said there was nothing he could do, and he couldn't let Russell go until all the killers had been identified.

"Really unaccommodating?"

"Not negotiable!"

"..."

Five minutes later, Russell sat in the police car and waved his hand out the window to say goodbye. The sheriff and a row of police officers stood up and waved goodbye to Russell as well.

It is said that eyes are the windows of the soul, and zippers are the windows of society.

After a few seconds of confirmation with his eyes, the sheriff had a deeper understanding of Russell. This is a good policeman who is out of vulgarity, absolutely impartial and trustworthy.

To be honest, the sheriff has never seen a more reliable and just person than Russell in all these years in the industry.

So the sheriff patted his chest, saying that rules are dead and people are alive.

Russell can leave. After all, he still has a task ahead of him. There is no need to waste precious time in catching criminals because of a few corpses. If the important criminal escapes and the life and property safety of the people are threatened, no one can afford this responsibility.

In the end, the sheriff also mobilized other officers to help Russell clear the obstacle and let his police car pass smoothly.

The police officers were enthusiastic and expressed their honor, and then under the command of Russell, they pushed the messy cars in the parking lot away.

"Officer Russell, if you have time, come to the branch to drink coffee, 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 hands enthusiastically, and said with emotion: "Sure, everyone, don't worry, I will definitely go some other day!"