The Legendary Life of an American Superhero

Why should I let others take away the hard-earned money that I have worked so hard to earn.

Lake squinted his eyes and opened the group ridicule mode to the many killers in the bar unceremoniously.

The expressions of the killers in the bar all changed.

with a snap.

A bald man with a code name of bald and just like his name slapped the table: "Black King, you are too arrogant."

The corners of Lake's mouth curved up: "Really, I'm sorry, I'm just like that. If you don't agree, shoot me."

"You think I dare not?"

"Ah."

Lake nodded and smiled.

next second.

The Glock 17 appeared in Lake's hand, and the muzzle was aimed at the bald man.

The bald man's face suddenly changed: "King Black, this is the Continental Hotel."

Lake tilted his head: "I know, I also know, I dare to shoot here, do you want to bet?"

Bald man: "..."

The bartender stopped wiping the wine glass by himself, but did not choose to report the situation here, but watched with interest.

The other killers didn't move, just looked at Lake and the bald man.

There was a smile on Lake's face from start to finish.

The bald man looked erratic.

After a while.

The bald man snorted madly, then got up and walked towards the elevator.

All right.

He didn't dare to gamble.

Although it is an iron rule not to shoot in the Continental Hotel, if Lake does shoot, and the bald man himself will die, no matter what the calculation is, he will suffer.

so……

The bald man is cowardly.

Lake laughed when he saw this, and the pistol disappeared after turning a circle in his hand.

"sharp."

"Not as good as you."

Lake smiled again and said to Carlos who was sitting opposite: "You are the top killer in the killer world, I am a little transparent, and I earn hard money, so if someone wants to steal my money, I will be very angry, so angry that only Killing that person's entire family and letting him stay alone will alleviate the hatred in my heart."

The sound is low, but enough to spread throughout the audience.

Lake once again warned everyone in the bar not to steal his money.

at this time.

A voice came from the bar's loudspeaker.

[Killer Cross, the expulsion order will take effect one hour after the effective time, the reward amount is 1.5 million, and the reward order is open to everyone. 】

here we go!

Lake raised his eyebrows and looked at Carlos sitting opposite.

Carlos' expression did not change in the slightest.

He knew that he would come back at this time, and he was already mentally prepared.

The many killers in the bar have already started to move towards the elevator, intending to find a favorable position outside the Continental Hotel first.

The bartender had already walked out from the bar and was going to politely invite Carlos to leave. From the moment the expulsion order took effect, all businesses under the name of the Continental Hotel and the killer world were closed to Carlos.

"The cross first..."

"and many more."

"..."

Carlos made a wait gesture to the bartender who had walked to the table, then drank the last glass of whiskey in front of him, and then looked at Lake: "Can you give me one night?"

Lake didn't speak but looked at Carlos.

Carlos smiled and said, "Since I'm leaving, I plan to find a few more people to accompany me. Can you give me one night?"

Lake said: "I have no opinion, but, are you holding on?"

He came here tonight to tell his girlfriend Maureen that he was out to buy a pack of cigarettes. If he stayed outside for another two hours, Lake felt that his girlfriend would probably call an emergency call to say that he went out to buy cigarettes and disappeared.

It will be troublesome when the NYPD is dispatched all over the city.

After all, this is not impossible, considering that Lake just destroyed a killer group not long ago.

only……

Can Carlos last through the night?

"Don't worry!" Carlos got up and handed the note to Lake and said, "For him, I will persevere. This is the only thing I can do."

Lake took the note, didn't look at it, nodded: "Okay, I wish you a happy hunting."

Carlos smiled: "Thank you!"

Done.

Carlos turned and walked towards the elevator, walking freely.

It is estimated that there will be a bloody storm in New York tonight.

Lake said so in his heart, and then drank the bourbon in front of him, thinking that after Carlos had left the Continental Hotel, he got up and walked towards the elevator.

Although it is somewhat different from the $2 million reward that I imagined.

but……

1.5 million US dollars is not a lot, and you can draw 15 prizes.

Earn blood.

Star Building.

Sitting at the bar and reading a book, Maureen, who was wearing pajamas waiting for Lake to return, turned to look at Lake who entered the room, frowning slightly: "Did you go to New Jersey to buy cigarettes?"

Lake shrugged and said, "I met a friend on the road and chatted for a while."

Maureen rolled his eyes at Lake, got up, and came over to help Lake take off his jacket. He paused slightly: "Are you still drinking?"

Lake said, "Just a couple of drinks at the bar."

Maureen was a little speechless: "You are all injured and still drinking, do you really think you are an iron man?"

"That dude is the iron man."

"what?"

"……nothing!"

Lake hit a haha, and hugged his girlfriend with one hand: "Don't worry, I'm fine, I guess I'll be cured in three days."

Maureen looked at Lake helplessly and sighed, then shook his head: "Go take a shower."

Lake smiled and said, "Yes!"

Late at night.

The red fruit leaned on the bed, first glanced at his girlfriend Maureen who was sleeping peacefully beside him, then his eyes fell on the bay window of the bedroom, and then he wanted to see New York under the stars through the bay window curtains.

New York is expected to be very busy tonight.

Two hours have passed.

It is estimated that Carlos's final hunt has already begun, and I don't know how many assassins who are beyond their control will be buried with Carlos.

Lake thought so.

In Lake's mind, Carlos is even more threatening than John Wick.

Simple.

Carlos is a top assassin with the magical skills of gunfighting, and John Wick is equally powerful, but in terms of personal combat power, it is far less than Carlos, who can turn bullets.

As far as 80% of the killer world, they only know a meal of killers, and there may be a chance to go together, hoping to take away Carlos's bounty alone is undoubtedly a food delivery.

Lake glanced at the phone that he had placed by the bedside.

I'm not worried at all that the phone will ring in a while. Before Carlos's bounty order takes effect, it is estimated that the corpse collection team of the Continental Hotel has already begun to branch out into various corners of New York.

No body.

Naturally, there is no case, but tonight, the patrolling police are expected to have no sleep.

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