The Legendary Life of an American Superhero

David Comers.

male.

Thirty-eight years old.

He lives at 503, 5th floor, 138 Cotiff Avenue, New York City.

Social Security Number 562948726.

Joe looked at the freshly released report, and there was a photo of David on it. It was difficult for Joe to associate this photo with the decomposing body downstairs.

"Let's go."

"what?"

Joe looked up and looked at Lake, who stood up wearing a suit jacket.

Lake put the gun into his gun pocket: "Why, you don't plan to go to this guy's house to see?"

Joe: "..."

Court Street.

"Number one hundred and thirty-eight, it's here."

Lake drove the car slowly forward and looked at the house number on the side of the road. After a while, he stopped in front of a six-story orange-red apartment building.

get off.

Lake looked around and found nothing unusual, so he walked towards the apartment building.

Joe followed.

This apartment building is always an apartment building, and there is no elevator. This makes Lake, who is on the fifth floor, in a bad mood. If it wasn't for the oil bottle, how could he be here.

Fifth floor.

When Lake pushed open the stair door, his eyes fell on where 503 should be.

Dangdang!

Um?

Lake put his right hand on his waist and took the Glock 17 that needed to be reloaded on his waist. Detective Joe Martinez, who was beside him, took out his gun in the same way.

Glocks with unlimited bullets are not suitable for use during missions. Although the New York Police Department does not stipulate standard firearms, the ballistics of the firearms you use when performing missions need to be recorded in the police information section.

"Walk!"

"it is good!"

Lake and Joe briefly talked, and then carefully moved towards the closed door with guns in both hands, and slowly walked towards Room 503, where there was movement.

The door of the apartment next to it opened, and an old white lady with garbage walked in. Seeing Lake and Joe with guns in the corridor, exclaimed.

Qiao hurriedly covered the old lady's mouth, showed her credentials under the terrified expression on the old lady's face, and then motioned for the old lady to go back to her own room.

The old lady hurried back to her room.

but……

The movement in room 503 opposite also disappeared.

Done.

Lake sighed, then directly grabbed Joe next to him and stepped back towards the place he had just come over.

next second.

Chu Chu Chu!

The sound of gunfire in Room 503 was instantly loud, as if submachine gun bullets frantically blasted away from the wooden structure of the room that shattered the walls and shot towards the location where Lake and Joe were just now.

The bullet hit the door of Room 502, and it also pierced through it, and there was a sudden cry of pain inside, and then, no more.

After a wave of gunshots.

Boom.

The door of 503 was broken open, and a man covered with gauze held a gun in both hands and shot Lake and Joe in the corridor again.

Fake!

Lake scolded, and once again supported Joe, who had just been pulled down by himself and had not had time to stand up, quickly back to the stairway.

Bullets slammed into the stairs wall.

pain!

Lake was scratched by the broken wall fragments and narrowed his eyes.

good guy.

I just want to come over and walk through the scene, and then I can get off work. What do you mean, don't let me get off work or are you going to let me take a long vacation?

Lake looked at Joe who stood up beside him: "Are you all right?"

Joe shook his head: "It's okay."

"Call for support!"

"...Okay, wait..."

The words fall.

Joe only saw Lake in front jumping out at the moment when the gunfire stopped on the opposite side, and the whole person felt bad.

Is this looking for death?

but……

"Bang bang bang!"

"..."

The killer who was at the door of Room 503 rushed back to Room 503 where the door was broken when he saw Lake appear and flames burst from the muzzle of his gun.

"Looking for death, I'll send you to death."

Knowing that David's death was exposed to the police station, the killer who was ordered to clean up David's things leaned against the wall, narrowed his eyes, reloaded, and pointed the pistol outside to trigger it, and then threw it violently.

The unique skill of the textile factory, gunfighting!

Lake's eyes shrank, and the Glock 17 in his hand was also thrown out!

boom!

boom!

The two Huang Cancan bullets collided in the air and shattered directly.

"what?"

"boom!"

The killer's eyes shrank, and he looked at the bullet hole that turned a corner and slammed beside him.

How can this guy do it, is Carlos here too?

Fake!

Lake, who took off his glasses, was expressionless.

Silly.

Lao Tzu will too.

When I didn't get the gunfighting skills, I dared to fight with the people in your textile factory.

More so now.

Since you don't intend to let me go through the motions, then don't leave. If you don't die today, this old man will give you your surname!

MMP!

It's not that Lake hasn't encountered risks when he was a law enforcement team member or a killer over the years, but the killer's approach was to undeclared war completely, and he didn't give people a loss of defense at all.

Simply put, it is not about martial arts.

Frankly speaking, this time, Lake promises to be the most thrilling one in the past few years.

Lake had made an appointment with the Stark Bank Loan Department in the afternoon, and was going to take out an interest-free loan from a police officer, and was going to take out a hundred thousand dollars for a lottery.

This is just great.

Finally, I made an appointment with Stark Bank, and I can't go on.

"Bang!"

"Fake!"

The killer was completely stunned. Looking at the bullet coming in from another corner, he returned directly to the living room and began to look for other ways out, but all eyes were flames.

... yes, flames.

When Lake just came over, the killer had already filled the house with gasoline and planned to burn David's apartment down with a torch. This was the most correct clean-up step.

The sound that came from room 503 when Lake and Joe went up to the fifth floor was the sound that came from the explosion of the Molotov cocktail in the back room.

How to do?

boom!

boom!

boom!

Bullet after bullet was thrown into room 503 by Lake.

at this time.

A bulging thing was thrown out of room 503.

Lake's eyes narrowed.

next second.

Adrenal stimulation.

boom!

In an instant, Lake only felt a sense of trance in everything around him, somewhat similar to the feeling of being drunk, but it was so clear that Lake could see the trajectory of the grenade bouncing on the ground.

"boom!"

"What the hell?"

When the killer who was going to use the grenade to run from room 503 to the opposite room 502 threw the grenade and ran out of the room, he was completely dumbfounded when he saw that the grenade was brought back by his toes like lightning. The idea of ​​how is it possible.

at the same time.

He also saw a powerful volley like a broken Laker without glasses.

"Black Ki (Black Country...)..."

The words just came out!

Boom!

The grenade exploded the moment it touched the killer's waist.

flame.

It swept all around!

...

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