The Legendary Life of an American Superhero

"Where are you?"

"you guess."

"...Like."

"Okay, I'm drinking at the bar."

"where?"

"..."

Lake hung up the phone he just remembered, smiled, and ordered his empty wine glass toward the bartender behind the bar, signaling him to refill it quickly.

actually……

Lake originally wanted to give himself a day off and get a good night's sleep, but thinking that he had already slept in the afternoon, the most important thing was Maureen's words that changed his mind.

Are other agencies involved?

This sentence is not a word of persuasion for Lake, but full of temptation.

Lake wanted to see what kind of other institution this other institution was. If it was really what he thought, Laker suddenly felt that his girlfriend, Maureen, had suddenly become a stranger.

Speaking of...

Lake suddenly remembered the scenes of Maureen walking to the balcony to answer the phone several times.

in the Budane community.

"boom!"

"what!"

"Don't move, move, I'll kill you."

Lake, who had already broken into the door, looked at the detective who was still trying to use his left hand gun after being punched through the palm of his hand, waved his hand, and said lightly, "Don't think I dare not kill the federal agent."

It's really going to be annoyed, Lake even dares to kill the one who lives in the white building.

The federal agent with a hole in his palm broke out in cold sweat, but still looked at Lake with a look, not only for his badge, but for other things as well.

Lake frowned, and then his eyes fixed on a photo frame placed over the bar in the living room.

next second.

Lake understood.

It was a family.

"boom!"

"William—"

"Ha ha."

Lake put his gun away, watching an exclamation of pain from the stairs on the second floor, the corners of his mouth curled up coldly.

Since it's not faction hatred, then it's personal hatred. For personal hatred, Lake has always liked to cut grass and root, soft-hearted? It will only give the enemy a chance to kill him.

Go upstairs.

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

Dangdang!

A dozen bullets fell in mid-air.

Attorney Jefferson Orr, who was holding a hidden gun at home, shrank his eyes, and turned towards Lake, who went upstairs with a quick operation and directly knocked out the bullets he fired: "Don't come here, I'll give you how much I want."

Lake smiled and said, "Barrister, do you think I'm short of money?"

In fact, Lake is really short of money.

pity……

The damn plug-in does not accept the US knife recharge obtained by head-covering abduction and cheating. If he accepts it, Lake thinks about using his clone skills to run to the casino to brush money or control the clone to rob the bank.

But the plug-in does not accept this kind of money, and the black and the black also belong to this category in theory. However, who makes the final interpretation right not on Lake, but on the damn plug-in.

Lake looked at the pistol in Barrister Orr's hand, thought for a moment, and said, "Why don't I give you a chance, change the magazine, do it again, and see if it can kill me."

I'll replace you with a barren.

Attorney Orr recalled the scene that just happened in his mind, and the scene that the nine federal agents couldn't stop, took a deep breath, raised his hands high, and then dropped the pistol in his hand under Lake's gaze: " Hey, maybe, we can talk."

Lake's mouth curved up: "You're very smart."

If I knew that this guy was so smart, I wouldn't call him. Wouldn't it be enough to just make a phone call?

Orr didn't show any expression to Lake's compliment, just raised his hands high: "What you want to know, I will tell you, as long as you don't kill me, we can talk."

Lake tilted his head, was silent for a while, and put the pistol behind his waist.

Fine.

Then talk.

Lake isn't some kind of murderer.

Although the Black King is to some extent the dark side of Lake, but fundamentally speaking, Lake is a simple good person, but because there is no sense of belonging in this world and the sometimes visual sense of movies, Lake is very uncomfortable. It's hard for this world to regard some of the people here as real people.

"sit"

"……it is good."

Lake sat down on the sofa in the study, and then made a gesture of invitation to Barrister Orr, who was standing a little stiff.

Attorney Orr glanced at Lake hesitantly. When Lake said it for the second time, he hesitated for a while and chose to sit on the side sofa opposite Lake.

at this time.

The wow of the police car appeared.

And the FBI.

"Ah!"

The corners of Lake's mouth curled up. Under the watchful eye of Attorney Orr, he stood up directly, took out a pistol from his waist, walked to the window, opened the window, and shot continuously at the police car that was already parked at the door. .

The police officers who received the call for help in an instant hurried to seek cover.

"do not come!"

Lake took out a sweet potato from his pocket with a click, pulled it open, and threw it outside: "I have a hostage in my hand, be careful I click him."

boom!

The explosion of the sweet potato blew up a law enforcement vehicle in an instant.

Lake sneered, sat back on the sofa, put the pistol on the coffee table casually, and said to Barrister Orr opposite, "It can be said now."

Barrister Orr's eyes stayed on the pistol between the two for a while, then he calmed down and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead: "What do you want to know."

Lake said, "What do you mean, I thought you were a smart man."

Want to know what?

This is a stupid question.

Attorney Orr said: "You want to know, why did I take those two cases where I was beaten by the NYPD detective on suspicion of intentional wounding?"

Lake shrugged: "I don't know much about the terminology in the legal world. I'm a killer. I use money to do things. You are also a lawyer, and you also use money to do things, so... do you want to drink?"

Attorney Orr blinked: "...what?"

Lake was silent for a while, waved his hand, got up and walked towards the study where there is also a wine cabinet: "I didn't talk to you, do you want to drink?"

Barrister Orr opened his mouth and looked at Lake, who left his pistol toward the wine cooler, and was silent.

this person...

fishing.

Attorney Orr thought so in his heart. Although he looked uncontrollably at the pistol on the coffee table, he tried his best to control his body not to have any unreasonable thoughts about this pistol.

Lake glanced at the wine cabinet and shook his head. It was all whisky. Although they all seemed expensive, Lake still liked the cheap and sky-high bourbon.

turn around.

Lake smiled at Barrister Orr: "So have you thought about it, and are you ready to tell me who paid you to take on this case?"

Barrister Orr was silent.

It seems like what kind of struggle between heaven and man is going on in his heart.

at this time.

Click!

Power outage.

In an instant, it was pitch black in the study.

next second.

But suddenly a call came.

only……

Lake was amused as he looked at Barrister Orr, who had pointed his pistol at him: "I thought you were a smart person, but I didn't expect you to be an idiot."

Barrister Orr changed his image of sweating, and squeezed the trigger with his right hand: "Really, if I'm an idiot, what is your killer who throws his weapons around, idiot?"

Lake put his hands in his pockets and smiled: "Then shoot, I bet there are no bullets in the gun."

Orr: "..."