The Legendary Life of an American Superhero

boom!

boom!

boom!

There was a lot of gunfire inside the textile factory, and the killers took advantage of the terrain to fight with the secret service members.

After all, the textile factory is the home base of the mutual aid association. There may be few top-level killers who have mastered the art of gunfighting, but there are still many cheap killers who can only shoot two thousand dollars once.

"Tu Tu Tu!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The two killers who came out of the corner were instantly shot into a sieve by the secret service members who might have escaped from the main road.

Not even a fly can fly out.

This is what Lake said, and it is also the unanimous thought of the five secret service members who have now been reduced.

with blood...

Return the blood!

"Boom!"

The guard room on the second floor exploded instantly, and with a bang, the butcher and the rat man hiding inside were all covered in blood and were thrown directly from the second floor to the ground by the blast of air.

"do not move!"

"do not move!"

The three secret agents surrounded them in an instant, and the pitch-black guns that were still emitting heat were aimed directly at the butcher and the rat man who couldn't move even if they wanted to, and would soon lose too much blood.

"open the door!"

"Open the door!"

Jack and a team of team members came here to protect the platform for Sloan, but a lonely Mr. Mayor evacuated from the factory and shouted at the special police guarding the gate.

Mr. Mayor looked terrified, he only had one thought now, that is to leave this place as soon as possible.

Boom!

A helicopter appeared in the distance, followed by three helicopters from the New York Police Department.

Support is here.

Not only did the NYPD know what happened to the textile mill, but the Continental Hotel also knew about it. .

However, even the mainland hotel, which monopolized the killer world, did not dare to be stubborn with the law enforcement forces on the bright side. However, some people were dispatched to prepare to come here to observe the situation of the battle.

Carlos of the Cross did not know.

When Carlos took his son out of the textile factory and got into the police car, he didn't care about the textile factory, but followed behind the police car, wondering if he should rescue his son.

Chaos in the textile mill!

"boom!"

Lake shot in the head, the SWAT team carried out the encirclement and suppression from the bottom up, and Lake cleaned up from the top down.

A red shadow flashed not far away.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Lake flicked his gun and said to the Firefox that appeared: "Qingben beauty, how can you be a thief!"

Again.

The mutual aid society must be destroyed today.

Pretty female killers don't get any preferential treatment either.

The voice fell.

Lake flicked his gun again, and once again launched a marksmanship showdown with Firefox.

Bang bang bang!

Bullets collided with each other between the two, clinking, and the sound of bullets losing their kinetic energy and falling on the floor was endless, like a clear symphony, and like a funeral song for death.

"boom!"

"..."

Firefox's eyes shrank, and the clip that had just entered half of it fell to the floor.

clatter!

clatter!

Lake took off his own magazines, put the full magazines in front of Firefox, and said softly: "Look, I won't feel tired even if I play all day."

Firefox lowered his eyebrows and stared at the hole in his chest.

next second.

Pfft!

Lake looked at Firefox, who closed his eyes and fell to the ground, and shook his head.

If Lake's bullets were also limited, Lake felt that he would definitely lose in this fight. Unfortunately, Lake was not an ordinary person, he was a man with a cheat.

[Glock 17 type, like infinite bullets, gives you the bottom line of being a man, let your bullets flow in an endless stream like the water of the Yellow River, shoot how you want, don't worry about running out of ammunition! 】

Lake looked up and his eyes fell on the factory director's office not far away.

There is one left.

Sloan was in the factory director's office. After Sloan went to a secret escape route and found that there were special services moving in no matter which pipe, the old guy returned to his office.

When Lake walked into the office, the old Sloan was sitting in his half-shredded, barely put together chair, smoking a cigar.

"Mr. Sloan."

Lake walked in and smiled, as if greeting an old acquaintance: "Why don't you want to escape?"

Sloan, who was smoking a cigar, fixed his eyes on Lake: "Who are you... who are you?"

How can an ordinary police detective be so powerful.

Even if there is, no police detective will have the unique skill of their mutual aid club, the art of gunfighting.

so……

Sloan stared at Lake, wanting to know an answer, otherwise Sloan knew he would die.

He will die.

Sloan was very sure, or that sentence, ordinary police would arrest him, but the police officer who knew how to fight with guns in front of him was definitely not here to arrest him.

So Sloan wanted to know an answer before he died.

but!

"boom!"

"..."

Lake pierced Sloan's forehead with a shot, walked out, and threw the pistol that pierced Sloan next to Firefox's corpse. After walking back to the office, he looked at Sloan's corpse and said faintly, "The villain has a lot of conversations. I don't like it, I like talking after killing you, why, who asked you to make my work more difficult?"

At that time, I originally wanted to walk the process with the oil bottle Joe.

It turned out to be good.

It went directly from a process to a shootout. If you want to blame it, you can blame the killer at that time for not talking about martial arts. All this was caused by that killer.

Lake stood there and looked around the office environment.

next second.

"not good!"

Lake raised his eyebrows, looked at Sloan's body, and suddenly remembered something. He just forgot to know where Sloan's small vault was from Sloan's mouth.

five minutes later.

Lake frowned deeply at a treasure chest that was also hidden behind the bookshelf.

What is the password?

Lake turned his head and glanced at Sloan, who was leaning on the chair and staring at the ceiling. He wanted to ask this question, but unfortunately, dead people can't speak.

at this time.

"Lake!"

"Lake!"

Joe took a team of special agents to clean up the office. After Joe walked into the office, he saw Lake inside, said God, and then hugged Lake tightly.

Do not misunderstand.

This is close to pure friendship between colleagues.

And Detective Joe Martinez is a married woman, married, and Lake might have an idea unless he's single and doesn't know it, but now Lake isn't single and knows.

Put it this way.

Even now that Detective Joe Martinez is holding Lake tightly, Lake is still calm and calm, feeling the friction in his chest, and little Lake has no interest in getting up.

At this moment.

There was only one thought in Lake's mind.

That is……

How much money he lost this time.

Lake, who was hugged by Detective Qiao, glanced at the rock-solid safe from the corner of his eye. Blood was dripping from his heart. No matter how little money was in it, he could at least exchange it for a lottery.

my money……

Gone! !

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