The Legendary Life of an American Superhero

"Sorry, Mr. City Councilman, the search has already begun, forgive me for refusing!"

"..."

Sloan's office.

Lake hung up the third call he made on his cell phone since he walked into the office, looked at his cell phone, and then looked at Sloan sitting in his office chair with his arms crossed with interest, smiling. He smiled: "Mr. Sloan is indeed very capable. The Secretary General of the Disabled Persons' Federation, our police superintendent, and now another city councillor, wow, who will be called in next?"

Sloan was expressionless, turning a blind eye to several police officers who were rummaging through boxes in his office, and staring at Lake standing in front of him with a faint expression: "Inspector Edwin believes in his informant so much, he never thought that maybe this is the case. Is it a misinformation?"

Damn Carlos.

Sloan cursed in his heart. In his opinion, the informant in Lake's mouth was undoubtedly Carlos. After all, just now, he also knew what kind of evidence the court signed the authorization order based on.

A so-called killer confession.

In the killer world, in addition to the fact that killers must not betray their own organization, there is also an unwritten rule, that is, killers must not be involved in law enforcement agencies under any circumstances.

To put it simply, you are not allowed to be two or five boys.

Once discovered, it will also enjoy the treatment of the entire killer world chasing to death.

Sloan looked at Lake calmly, cursing Carlos frantically, and already made up his mind. The name of the next person to appear on the Loom of Fate is Lake Edwin in front of him.

Lake laughed: "Mr. Sloan, you have a good temper, but I don't know, how are your killers?"

Sloan said: "Is there any evidence for Inspector Edwin to say this? There is no evidence to casually spread rumors that my employee is a killer, and it is clear that Inspector Edwin has any opinion on us?"

Lake nodded seriously: "Yes, very opinionated, almost killed me, does it count?"

Sloan: "..."

If he didn't have any opinions, Lake would bring the troops here so laboriously. Wouldn't it be nice to have coffee in the office and go out to dinner with his girlfriend when he had time?

Sloan was not talking.

at this time.

Lake's phone rang again.

This time, it was from the police chief, Burt, but it was from Burt's personal mobile phone, not a landline.

connected.

"Director!"

"Where are you?"

"On a search mission."

"I won't say anything more to you, half an hour, give you half an hour, if no evidence is found, withdraw it for me."

"clear!"

Lake hung up the phone, looked at Sloan who seemed to be squinting behind the desk, and smiled.

This is the mayor of New York.

but……

Director Burt is also in place. Although the position of Director Burt was appointed by the mayor, the mayor's term of office is approaching, and Lake and Burt's son also have a life-long friendship, so, Director Burt still bought Lake half an hour.

Half an hour is enough.

In order to boost his momentum, Lake not only prepared a plan to provoke the opponent, he also had a last-ditch solution.

Under Sloan's gaze, Lake took off his cell phone case, took out the battery inside, and said to a police officer, "This desk should also be searched, especially the one under Mr. Sloan's ass. a chair."

The policeman responded, "Yes!"

Ma Ma batch.

I'm always standing, why are you sitting?

A trace of anger flashed on Sloan's face, but under the gaze of the two police officers with guns, he still maintained the most basic courtesy, smiled, got up and left his office chair.

next second.

Bang.

A police officer directly broke through the door vigorously, kicked the chair with one foot, and then skillfully opened his stomach against the chair.

ten minutes later.

Joe, who was in charge of the search outside, walked in from the outside, glanced at Sloan who was standing there, and whispered to Lake who was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and his arms and eyes closed: "No ."

Lake opened his eyes, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Sloan, who just showed a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Did Mr. Sloan think of something happy, why don't you say it?"

Sloan looked at the time on his watch. "Twenty minutes left, Inspector Edwin."

Lake nodded: "Don't worry, I know more about integrity than Mr. Sloan. When the time comes, I promise not to stay for one more minute."

Joe's expression was a little nervous.

He came here full of confidence and offended a vote of a big man. If there is no gain at all, it can be regarded as a complete mess.

Lake looked at Joe: "Have you checked everything?"

Joe nodded.

"Anywhere?"

"Yes."

"Have you found anyone who is different?"

"……Uh."

Qiao was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said, "A different person, a temporary worker in their warehouse here is nervous."

Lake continued: "What's it called?"

"What Wesley."

"this one."

Lake looked up, looked at Sloan, and then walked directly outside: "Mr. Sloan, I said today is my lucky day, do you believe it?"

Sloan's eyelids twitched.

soon.

The trash white Wesley was brought in front of Lake.

Lake, who was wearing a suit with his hands in his pockets, looked directly at the information sent on the tablet, then raised his head and said to the police officer standing beside Wesley, "Grab it."

Wesley was stunned for a moment, then looked at the factory manager: "Mr. Sloan..."

Sloan reached out and interrupted to look at Lake: "Mr. Edwin, can I ask, what is your reason for doing this?"

"Intentional assault and theft."

"..."

Lake said so, and then looked at Sloan: "However, if Mr. Sloan admits that the Wesley in front of him is an employee of your factory, I think the Commercial Crime Investigation Division may add a crime of commercial espionage."

Wesley came over this morning and the case was just reported.

do not forget.

Wesley did a big thing before joining the mutual aid club. In the company where he used to work, he directly turned into a real keyboard warrior and beat his supervisor and a colleague with the keyboard.

Looking at it in the movie, this thing is called pleasure and revenge.

But this is reality.

In reality, Wesley's supervisor and colleagues all reported the case. Wesley's behavior was called a crime. As a criminal suspect, Lake had a legitimate reason to detain Wesley.

Done.

Rick took a few glances at Sloan, and then said directly to the police officer: "Take it away, and then notify the people from the 33rd sub-bureau to pick up someone at the police station."

Wesley was dumbfounded, and shouted the name of Director Sloan when he was taken away by the police.

What he was particularly fond of was because he could change his life so he was happy with his grievances. As a result, instead of being a killer, he was directly a criminal suspect.

soon.

Wesley was taken out.

Sloan took a deep breath and looked at Lake: "In ten minutes, I'm already looking forward to Inspector Edwin's explanation for our textile mill."

The corner of Lake's mouth curved up: "Yeah, there are ten minutes left, and there is still one last place to go."

Sloan: "..."

A new week, a new beginning, ask for a recommended ticket and a monthly ticket.