"A glass of ice water, thank you!"

In the café, Russell asked for a glass of ice water, and Veronica and Betty sat on the left and right, and across from Dead Fisheye apprentices Bathazar and David.

There was no way, there were five people in the four-person booth, and Russell didn't want to get close to the two disgruntled men, so he had to squeeze 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, don't you have to go out in a police car at night to maintain order?"

Bassadze has a prickly tone in his language, and he just wants to squeeze Russell away so that he can be alone with Veronica.

Thousands of years later, Veronica was sealed in a Horcrux, and she only slept for a long, long time, but for Bassazé, it was an incomparably long wait, and there was a lot to say.

That is, he can't beat it, otherwise he would have kicked Russell over and hugged the beauty before the moon.

Also thinking the same thing was David, a light bulb messing up the two couples, hating him so much that he ordered a roasted rib, sat down and stared at Russell and began to grind his teeth.

Crunch!

"It's okay, I'm not on duty tonight, besides, there's a bag snatcher stuffed in the car, I have to watch and can't let him run."

Then hurry up and take the person back to the police station!

Bassadze picked up a rib and grinded his teeth with his apprentice.

Crunch!

"Veronica, are you really not thinking about it anymore?"

Russell invites Veronica to have a supper alone, but is politely refused, and the thief invites again.

He didn't mean anything else, he just wanted to eat, go for a ride, and recharge Veronica by the way, and add to the history of the world.

Of course, if Veronica is interesting, he will definitely not refuse.

"No, I've promised to have dinner with Barthazar, and I won't say yes to other men's invitations until I break up with him." Veronica smiled and refused, pulling her hand out of Russell's claws.

"Well, if you blow with Bassazé, remember to call me."

The big beauty didn't call, Russell turned his head to look at the little beauty, and grabbed Betty's hand: "I have a place in the three-Michelin star on Madison Avenue, and there is a lack of a heroine, can I have the honor to invite you to a supper?" ”

Crunch!

"You're decided?"

"Not yet, but if I make a call, the other side shouldn't refuse."

"No problem, I'm very honored."

Click!

When David heard this, he and Betty were not boyfriend and girlfriend, and the eight characters were not even scratched, and the spare tire was not counted, Betty promised to have dinner with Russell, but he could only stare dryly.

"It's so easy to say yes......"

Russell gave Betty a strange look, so he asked casually, and by the way, he teased Davy opposite, but he didn't expect to really get an appointment.

"Yes, but I have one condition."

Betty took a lot of effort to pull her hand out of Russell's paws, opened her bag and took out a pen and paper: "Officer Russell, I'm a journalism student at City University of New York, and I hope to have an interview with you and report on the campus radio station." ”

"What do I have to interview, if it's about magic, I don't have anything to say, just ask David, he knows everything about you."

Russell shook his head, he didn't care about the public knowing about the existence of magic, there were many witnesses to tonight's Flame Pentagram and Hell Gate's movements, and he couldn't hide it at all, but he didn't want to be widely publicized by a named magician, which would cause inconvenience to his mission.

is like the identity of a billionaire, which gives him a lot of headaches, and his popularity is too high to go undercover to the enemy.

"No, I'm not going to report on magic, your rules David told me."

Betty said with a little excitement: "I want to interview you because you gave up hundreds of millions of family assets to become a policeman, which is very positive and explosive, so ......"

Betty covered her mouth and yawned halfway through her words, and fell asleep on the back of the seat.

Russell pouted slightly: "My memories have been erased from Betty's mind, don't tell her when you wake up." ”

"Why?" David didn't understand.

"News people can't hide secrets, and the things they care about are very gossipy, which is not what I want."

Russell got up and walked out of the booth: "That's it, don't contact me in the future if there's nothing to do." Except for Veronica, if you figure out how to break up with Barthazar one day, I can lend you a shoulder. ”

"Wait a minute."

Bassadze got up, took two steps forward and asked in a low voice, "Master Russell, are you ...... Is it really the devil? ”

"I say I'm Satan, do you believe me?"

“……”

The corners of Bazaze's eyes twitched, he didn't want to believe it in his heart, but the facts were in front of him, so he couldn't believe it.

Morgani completed the 'Summoning' forbidden spell to open the gates of hell, but none of the undead were willing to answer the call, but Russell easily opened the gates of hell and exiled Morgani and Maxim.

"Don't worry, Satan is a business I only recently took over, I was a Supreme Mage a long, long time ago, and I have been fighting to protect the world, and I am a good person!"

Russell patted Bassadze on the shoulder, the black light in his smiling eyes flickered, and he left the café in his trepidation, and disappeared around the corner.

"What's the matter, Barthazar?"

"No, nothing, just ......"

Barthazar wanted to speak and stopped, and after a moment of entanglement, he took a deep breath, he couldn't control this matter, and it was the key to grasp the moment: "Veronica, can I invite you to dinner, there are no three Michelin stars, only a small restaurant in Chinatown." ”

"It's an honor!"

Veronica smiled and placed her hand in Bassadze's palm, and the two walked away hand in hand, leaving David with a confused expression.

Looking at Betty in a coma, David swallowed, and the angel and the devil in his heart fought fiercely, and the devil was knocked down by the otaku in the grass after winning.

David decided to take Betty back to the lab and wait until she woke up tomorrow to explain to her.

"Sir, can you explain why this lady fell asleep after her drink?" As soon as David helped Betty up, he was blocked in the corner by three or five waiters.

"I can explain...... Uh, she's sleepy, that's all. ”

"We've called the police, you explain it to the police!"

"I'm not, I don't have ......"

……

Driving to the police station, Russell threw the bag snatcher into a makeshift jail, took time out of his way to San Francisco, crossed the Golden Gate Bridge, and met the orangutan 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 40 times, and the president has been arrested or assassinated nearly 100 times, but if it is more miserable, it is still the Golden Gate Bridge, which has been pushed to triple digits by directors of all sizes in the more than 80 years since its completion.

Earthquakes, floods, meteorites, monsters, nuclear bombs, spectacles......

In contrast, this time the orangutan captured the Golden Gate Bridge, which can be said to be pediatric, after all, the bridge is still there, and it can continue to be used if it is repaired.

The orangutans gain wisdom in exactly the same way that Russell encountered the shark incident in Hawaii, all in order to develop a specific cure for Alzheimer's disease.

But the results were not as bad as Russell had imagined, and the miracle drug did not make it to the market because of a recent series of events in which the board of directors behind the medical institution invested in another project.

Led by the U.S. imperialist government, it has joined forces with many powerful consortia to jointly study the wreckage of the alien reconnaissance ship on Planet G.

Covering a wide range of areas, including the Medical Nerve Project, and with RoboCop's success story, the government hopes to successfully realize the possibility of human evolution in the future.

This statement is very vague, and in detail, it is mainly divided into two parts, military and civilian.

In the military section, the Ministry of Defense submitted a huge contract to integrate nanotechnology and artificial intelligence programs based on alien technology to create ultra-new neuronal chips, turning an untrained ordinary person into an omnipotent super agent.

A little more mysterious, a confidential file unites several industry giants to upgrade nanotechnology to complete the true immortal body, so that the soldier can become a super soldier comparable to the gods.

As far as the clues currently held by the US imperialist government are concerned, not only aliens, but also the devil does exist in reality, and the existence of hell means that there is heaven.

God is moody, and before the next great flood comes, humanity must complete its escalation in order to redeem itself.

Of course, before redeeming itself, it is also excellent that the US imperialists can dominate the eight wildernesses!

Not to mention the civilian sector, which involves too many fields, and artificial intelligence alone is enough to subvert the current social structure.

In the face of such an attractive and money-rich cake, the US imperialist government responded to every call, and the major consortia responded one after another, squeezing their heads to grab a pit, and the funds, personnel, and venues were all together in an instant.

What made the US imperialist government feel bad was that the most well-preserved reconnaissance ship of Planet G landed in the east, and the spokesman there did not know anything, saying that it was an ordinary meteorite, with no reconnaissance ship and no alien high technology.

Don't ask, ask is no!

Russell didn't care about the follow-up, and after talking to a major shareholder of a medical institution, he convened a shareholders' meeting overnight. Stop studying orangutans, hurry up and turn on extraterrestrial technology, that is the future of all mankind.

The matter of the orangutans is over, Russell doesn't want to interfere anymore, there is no brain medicine circulation, this group of orangutans is destined to not make any big waves, just let them go.

……

The next day, when he arrives at the police station, it is almost noon, and Pierre is lucky to throw the two reports to Russell and asks about the party and the girl.

If a single dog wants to fall in love, it is best to be a young blonde girl with a good personality, a good figure, and a good face.

Pierre knew that Russell was a rich man, and there must be no shortage of such girls around him, he was not greedy, just two of them.

"No, didn't I introduce you to it before?"

"Is there one?"

Pierre frowned and pondered, his memory fell into confusion, one moment he stayed up late at the police station to catch up with the report, and the other time he talked with the blonde girl all night, and the whole person was confused.

"It seems that there is, but I'm drunk and I don't remember the key plot ......"

Russell patted Pierre on the shoulder and pressed him against the chair: "Take a break when you're drunk, come, here's a report of a bag snatcher, get it done." ”

"Why do you come back, you promised me that there won't be a second time."

"Is there one?" Russell blinked.

"It seems to be...... Nope! Pierre blinked, completely blindfolded.

"If not, don't make excuses, hurry up and write a report, and I'll introduce you to another girl in the evening."

"Really?"

"Of course, you're not a beauty, why should you lie to you?"

"However, I also have a case at hand......

"It's on me, I'll solve the case from today, you write a report, and it's so happily decided."