It's so hard that I can't stop talking.

"Officer Russell, can't you be more accommodating?"

"Yeah, when I think about getting married to her, I want to die."

"Sorry, no need to discuss."

Russell shook his head and refused, picked up his credit card and waved it in front of the two women.

The bodies of the two unlucky guys swayed, resembling female leopards about to prey. Then their eyes blurred and they saw the credit card disappearing into Russell's palm.

"This opportunity must not be missed and will not come back again. Go back and think about it carefully. When you have figured it out, come to me when you can."

Russell raised his hand to see the guest off, and then added: "Remember to bring your signed marriage certificate when the time comes."

The two women walked back to the first floor in despair. Max pushed them and said expressionlessly: "Did you bring the key?"

"No."

"Then go to the third floor. I just forgot to borrow the bathroom."

"No, Max, at this time, we are already late for work."

"Compared with marriage and dreams, working is nothing."

"Max, have you ever thought about marrying me and then getting the money and then getting a divorce?"

"Don't even think about it!"

…

The next day, Russell drove to the police station, not because of Stanfield's case, but because the chief wanted to see him for two things.

The first thing was that Tony died.

Tony went to the branch to surrender last night and died suddenly in the middle of the night. Preliminary identification revealed that he died of a heart attack.

This kind of talk can be deceived by children. No matter Russell, the director, or even the reporters, they don't believe it.

The director was furious about this, and several police officers guarding the temporary prison were isolated for investigation. The situation was very unclear. There was no mole in the police station, nor the means of assassinating Tony.

Obviously, Tony knew too much, and his sudden surrender frightened his superiors, who sent people to deal with him overnight.

Leon, the unlucky guy, was a blessing in disguise because he knew nothing and no one cared whether he lived or died.

The second thing is good news. The New York Police Department headquarters at 1 Police Plaza held a meeting and decided to award Russell the Combat Cross.

The Combat Cross is the second-highest honor for the New York police. It is awarded to individuals who are resourceful and brave in action, regardless of personal safety, fighting armed criminals, and showing extreme heroism.

The meeting went on for a long time, and someone proposed that Russell be awarded the highest honor, the Medal of Honor, because Russell not only killed fifteen rioters, but also saved the lives of two mounted police officers, as well as the dignity of the New York police.

But in the end, the meeting decided to award the Combat Cross. There was no other way. Russell was too young. If he got the Medal of Honor now, he wouldn't have to give it next time.

"The investiture ceremony will be in three days. Put Sheriff Stan's case aside for now and get ready for the glorious turning point in your life."

The director patted Russell on the shoulder, with envy and blessings in his eyes. Feeling that he had survived to the age of a dog, he whispered: "Secretly telling you, the people above are going to set you up as a benchmark in the police industry, and you will be a star in the future.

.”

“Isn’t the bald brother the benchmark in the police world?”

"No, they committed suicide by jumping off the building!"

Russell: "..."
Chapter completed!