You're Actually Pretty Impressive-I Almost Broke a Sweat

"Your name is Billy, right?"

Russell grabbed Billy by the collar, lifted him up, and slammed him against the wall. One was lightweight, the other heavyweight, but reality was tilting in the opposite direction.

"Listen, you corrupt cop who abuses his power, I swear I'll sue you." Billy was furious as he was pinned against the wall. Although the Asian police officer in front of him seemed to be possessed by Bruce Lee and knocked him out in one move, he could lose the fight but not lose his spirit. That was the professional ethics of a thug.

"Of course you can, that's your right, but before that you'll have to spend some time picking up soap in jail." Russell grabbed Billy's collar and pulled it up, teasingly saying, "Billy, you're under arrest. You're suspected of assaulting a police officer, illegally smuggling, selling, transporting, and manufacturing laundry detergent, and I also suspect you're connected to a series of murders."

"What!?" Billy looked confused. Even if it was a frame-up, this was too obvious.

Or is it that the police's crime-solving rate has been too low lately, and they need to arrest a few idiots to be scapegoats?

Billy's eyes widened. Was I the idiot?

"Billy, is there anything else you want to say?" Russell reached behind him to get the handcuffs, inadvertently revealing the cool-looking Desert Eagle God.

Billy hard and hurriedly protested, "Wait, officer, I don't know anything. I just happened to be passing by and saw them making a deal. This has nothing to do with me."

Wow, what an unexpected bonus!

Russell paused, put Billy down on the ground, and reached out to straighten his collar. "I know it has nothing to do with you, otherwise I would be talking to you in the interrogation room. Now... tell me everything you know."

Ten minutes later, Billy, looking disheveled, slipped away from the other end of the alley.

Ada looked at Russell with great interest. "I didn't realize you were so skilled!"

Which aspect are you referring to?

"Every single one!" Ada said. "There's an arms deal in our jurisdiction. This is a big case. What are you planning to do?"

"What else can we do? Of course, we should report it to John truthfully. We can't just go out and fight the gang with guns, can we?"

Ada was taken aback. "Are you sure? If that's the case, the credit will be shared by many people!"

Russell nodded confidently. "I know, but I'm new here, aren't I?"

"Hehehe, I like your personality, and your skills..." Ada patted Russell's shoulder, touching the taut muscles under his clothes, her gaze becoming fiery, and she licked her sexy lips. "How about it, spar with me after work?"

"No... isn't that a bit too fast? We've only just met." Russell said seriously, his sage state not yet over, and he was feeling somewhat powerless to accept Ada's invitation to have sex.

"Hehe!"

"Whoosh~~"

Ada collapsed onto the floor, panting heavily. A few strands of her short hair, soaked with sweat, clung to her cheeks. She pursed her dry lips, feeling as if all the bones in her body were about to fall apart.

This was the first time she had ever been completely outmatched and never had the upper hand!

"Tsk tsk, I remember someone saying they were very confident in their physical strength, but it seems that's not the case in reality. You've already collapsed before I've even exerted myself." Russell looked down at her with a relaxed expression, his bare upper body not even a drop of sweat, a stark contrast to Ada.

The one-sided Carnage left Russell saying he couldn't handle Supergirl, but he didn't even consider Ada Wong a threat.

"Stop talking big, let's go again!"

Ada disliked being looked down upon; the oppressive feeling made her feel slighted. She quickly got up from the ground, clenched her fists in front of her, bent her body slightly, and assumed a free-fighting stance.

That's right, the two were practicing freestyle fighting in the gym's ring. However, only Russell was just playing around; Ada was taking it very seriously. Unfortunately, Russell went further and further down the path of inhumanity, and even with Ada giving it her all, she couldn't avoid a crushing defeat.

Bang!

"Whoosh~~~"

Once again knocked down on the ring by Russell, Ada didn't want to move a single finger. Russell easily broke through her usually invincible kicking and ground techniques, and even her submission joint locks were easily broken.

By 2035, opening a gym will be a sure-fire way to make money. With high technology becoming increasingly popular, sub-health has become a global issue that cannot be ignored, and governments around the world are encouraging their citizens to exercise in gyms.

Ada is a fitness enthusiast who spends almost two hours at the gym every day after work. She's also extremely talented in combat sports, having participated in amateur competitions and achieved rankings. Seeing Russell's impressive skills today, she specially invited her partner to have a match. However, while she guessed the beginning, she didn't foresee the end.

While cursing the monster under her breath, her confidence was also shaken. Inviting Russell to a free-fighting match was just asking for trouble. The other party was calm and composed, as if he was not even a warm-up for her.

"Ada, shall we continue?"

"What do you think?" Ada rolled her eyes. This guy had no chivalry whatsoever. He wouldn't even pretend to give way to a woman. He definitely didn't have a girlfriend.

"That's enough for today!" Russell shrugged and encouraged, "Actually, you're really good. I almost broke out in a sweat."

Ada: "..."

Enraged, she suddenly stretched out her legs, wrapped them around Russell's ankles, and twisted her body with her waist, trying to flip Russell over, and then...

Click!

"Ah..."

Russell remained motionless, his feet firmly planted like iron, while Ada rolled around on the spot clutching her ankle, having twisted her joint.

Russell drove to the place where they had met that morning. Ada's apartment was in the building next door; she lived alone.

"Russell, you must not have a girlfriend, right?" Ada crossed her arms and looked certain.

"Let's just say we don't have any, so what?"

"What's wrong?!" Ada rubbed her forehead. "I twisted my ankle. Shouldn't you be a gentleman and help me upstairs?"

Russell raised an eyebrow. Helping Ada upstairs was no problem, but he was worried that getting in would be easy but getting out would be difficult. Although the girl had a great figure and could even do the splits, he didn't want to mess around right now, and he wasn't wearing any protective gear; messing around could lead to someone's death.

"No, John warned me that if I go into your room, I will be ostracized by all my colleagues in the police department."

Ada's face darkened. "You give away the credit and don't even participate in the operation. No one will be unhappy with you."

"Okay, but we need to make this clear first: I'll only help you upstairs, I won't sit down for a cup of tea, and I certainly won't go to the bedroom to massage your feet."

Ada's face twitched, her self-esteem taking a massive hit. "You're overthinking it. No matter how much estrogen I produce, it'll instantly break down into cholesterol when I'm around you!"

"Doesn't this sound a lot like a hormonal imbalance in middle age?"

Ada: "..."

Russell reluctantly helped Ada upstairs, or at least that's how Ada saw it. She was furious. Once inside, she struck a few alluring poses and invited Russell to sit down for a cup of tea. It wasn't seduction, but rather a fit of pique; she wanted to prove her personal charm.

As he said, Russell refused Ada's water cup, citing the excuse that he was going home to pet his cat.

For the next week, the two worked together during the day. Ada helped Russell get familiar with the environment, and after work Ada dragged Russell to the gym. The weight gap was too large, Ada couldn't improve her athletic ability through Russell, but she still enjoyed it immensely. If she could hit Russell even once, she would be smug for a long time.

Russell hasn't been idle this week either. He's been getting to know his colleagues at the police station. He's not greedy for credit and is happy to share his experiences, so everyone who benefits from his company likes to be around him.

He also found out information about the protagonist of this world, Dale Spooner, a stubborn and headstrong person with an overflowing sense of justice but who is too serious and not very popular in the police station.

Another point is that Spooner never believed in robots and insisted on living his 'primitive' life, to the point that his wife could no longer tolerate it and chose to divorce him.

To make matters worse, Spooner was involved in a car accident on his way home from work and is currently recovering at home. Russell couldn't understand why a car accident would happen in this age where everything is controlled by computers, but Spooner was just lucky to escape unscathed; it's said that the driver was fatigued.

According to John, Spooner is recovering well and will be back at work soon, with only a few days left on his vacation. Spooner is in charge of the District 28, meaning he's Russell's partner!

"World Quest are delivered right to my door, finally I don't have to go looking for them."

That day, in the sheriff's office, John scratched his black head, looking troubled.

"Spooner, you got a complaint on your very first day back. Can you share your experience and tell me how you did it?" John thought Spooner's wife was very wise; if he were Spooner's wife, he would also choose to divorce her.

As we all know, robots follow the three laws of motion, have a zero crime rate to date, and are the most trusted partners of humans. Many people believe in robots even more than their parents and children. But Spooner is an oddball who has always suspected that robots can commit crimes.

"John, that thing was running, and it was carrying a bag..." Spooner didn't think he had done anything wrong; in that situation, a robot running around with a bag was indeed very suspicious.

"OK, OK!" John gestured for Spooner to stop, then continued, "Spooner, what you said makes a lot of sense. So what was the result?"

Spooner paused for a moment, then sighed, "Turns out there was a respirator in the bag. Its owner had an asthma attack and was in a hurry, that's why he ran so fast."

"I hope this is the last time. I don't want to receive any more complaints about you, especially those related to robots." John patted his head. He admired Spooner, who was extremely righteous and responsible, and whose personal abilities were among the best in the police department. Apart from his distrust of robots, he was impeccable.

"I understand, John."

John shook his head painfully, something he'd heard countless times. "Spud, are you sure you're ready to come back? Actually, it's okay if you rest a little longer. Don't worry about work. Russell is excellent; he solved two cold cases, and everyone likes him..."

"Etc!"

Spooner raised his hand. "Who is Russell?"

"Your new partner, learn from him how to handle interpersonal relationships. He's much better than you." John rolled his eyes, pressed the phone on his desk, and said, "Have Officer Russell come to my office. I need to speak with him."

Three minutes later, Russell pushed open the office door and immediately saw Spooner, nodding with a friendly smile.

"Russell, this is Spooner, your official partner."

"Hello, Russell, I'm Spooner!" Although being outshone by his new colleague was unpleasant, Spooner still extended his hand generously.

"Hello, Snape." Russell shook Snape's hand. "Wow, you have a strong grip!"

"The same to you!"

"I mean the left hand."

"Me too!"