"Vehicle ahead, pull over for inspection! If you refuse, I will open fire!"
Russell repeated the annoying announcement several times. After a five-hundred-meter chase, the vehicle driven by the T-800 suddenly stopped.
Judging by the harsh braking, the T-800 had not stopped to submit to inspection. The engine had been damaged by the T-1000, forcing it to stop and find another vehicle.
The T-1000, which had climbed onto the hood, was thrown more than ten meters away by the momentum. It rolled several times after landing before coming to a stop.
"Get out. We're taking the police car behind us."
The T-800 spoke coldly, pushed open the driver's door, and strode toward Russell's police car.
"Wait, you can't hurt that officer. He's carrying out his duties."
Young John hurriedly got out of the car. Though he was a delinquent, his nature was still fairly kind.
That was normal. A great villain could not become a savior... probably!
Click!
Russell turned off the siren, pushed open the door, and stepped out. He raised a hand to put on the Terminator sunglasses, then casually lit himself a cigarette.
On both sides of his police uniform shirt were concealed holsters holding an M9 and a Glock 19. He carried a 5.56mm M4A1 rifle over his shoulder, equipped with a front tactical rail and tactical flashlight. He looked incredibly stylish.
At that moment, the police car's loudspeaker began blasting intense rock music, manually providing an invincible battle soundtrack.
Wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night and stupidly playing music—had this officer also just escaped from a mental hospital?
The Conner mother and son were dumbfounded, while the T-800 felt nothing at all. It walked up to Russell and said coldly, "I want your rifle, the car... and the sunglasses!"
"Old man, you should