The Legendary Life of an American Superhero

After half an hour.

The entire apartment has been surrounded by the law enforcement forces of the New York Police Department, and the cordon of the apartment has even been placed on the corner of the street.

in a medical van.

With his right arm exposed and his gold-rimmed glasses back on, Lake was receiving disinfectant treatment from the lovely nurse sister.

His immortality is only to ensure that he can be immortal and healthy, but he will still be injured. Unless it is the kind of head shot, the bullet will be discharged by itself, and other bullets will not come out by itself.

And the pain doesn't go away.

"hiss!"

Lake's right arm trembled slightly, and he retracted it subconsciously, but was pulled back by the lovely nurse.

The young and beautiful nurse did not lift her head: "Don't move."

The voice is very low, but there is no doubt that it seems like a powerful force of law is coming.

Lake opened his mouth: "..."

not far away.

Joe, who also had a bandage on his forehead, came over and just heard the conversation between Lake and the nurse. He felt a little unbelievable. It was difficult for Lake, who had a little skin in front of him to say it hurt, and the guy who was in the corridor and the killer just now. Contact the fierce man who also kicked the grenade.

Qiao waved away the miscellaneous thoughts: "Are you all right?"

Lake looked up at Joe, who came over with gauze on his forehead, and asked, "Are you all right?"

"good."

"That's good."

Joe was silent for a while and said to Lake, "Thank you."

Lake glanced at Joe: "It's okay, wait for the end of the mission on George's side, just report it quickly."

Joe: "..."

At this time, two corpses and three wounded were carried out from the exit of the apartment. The grandmother at 502 opposite 503 and her son who lived with her unfortunately died in the explosion.

Superintendent Montgomery walked over with a dark face after answering the reporter's question from the security tape.

Joe greeted Montgomery: "Sir!"

Montgomery's dark face looked at Lake in the ambulance with a little helplessness: "After being suspended for a month, I have forgotten that your famous words are a big scene."

Lake shrugged. "Sir, my motto is that I am inseparable from sin."

What big scene?

This is completely uncontrollable. After all, the New York Crime Squad is dealing with some extremely vicious criminals, and unlike the first and second groups, Lake is alone in the third group. Naturally, when catching criminals, there is a fire and is inevitable.

to blame...

It's all NRA's fault.

Who made the United States flooded with guns because of this Rifle Association, let alone guns, if ordinary people have the heart, there are ways to buy RPGs.

"Oh, so I'm blaming you wrong?"

"I do not mind."

"I mind!"

Montgomery's tone improved a bit, looking at the gap on the fifth floor of the apartment due to the explosion of the grenade, his brows were turbulent: "You have just resumed your job, once you are on a mission, good guy, directly give the public loss budget for the second half of this year to Throw it in, and, what did you find?"

Joe interjected, "Sir, we..."

Lake looked directly at Montgomery: "The Anonymous belongs to a killer organization, a killer organization that exists on New York soil."

Joe blinked.

The angry expression on Montgomery's face changed, and then he looked at Lake without speaking.

Lake got out of the ambulance, moved his right arm, and said to Montgomery: "The anonymous, David Comers also belongs to this killer organization, I got news from the informant, this organization some time ago A killer defected, and the organization wanted to kill the chickens as an example, so..."

talking.

Lake shrugged and stopped talking.

informant?

That doesn't exist. The reason why Lake said he was an informant was that he could apply for an informant fee with a maximum limit of $2,000 from the police station after the incident was over.

Two thousand dollars is a drop in the bucket for the lottery, but two thousand dollars can help Lake's living expenses this month.

No one will believe it if you say it.

The head of the dignified New York Police Department's Third Major Crime Squad relies on corrupt informants to support himself.

"Your informant?"

"Yes, sir."

"Is the news reliable?"

"hundred percent."

Montgomery looked at Lake, was silent for a while, then turned and walked outside: "I'll give you ten days, give me an account, or I'll give you an account."

As soon as he appeared on the stage, the public compensation budget for the second half of the year was spent directly, and Montgomery's heart was bleeding.

but……

If the public compensation budget for the second half of the year is to destroy a killer organization, hoho, then Montgomery will not feel distressed, and even have to make money.

soon.

After most of the police officers who cleaned up the apartment after the explosion were evacuated from the apartment, Lake and Joe re-entered the apartment.

There was a big hole in the corridor on the fifth floor.

Entering the apartment of 503, the fire has also been extinguished, and the entire apartment was burned in everything. At first glance, it was completely worthless.

Several police officers are in a messy apartment, looking for something they think is valuable from the rubble swept by the fire, such as finding the address of a killer group.

but……

Lake didn't need it at all, because the site of Mutual Aid was very prominent, on the bank of the river in New York near New Jersey, where the former castle was converted into a textile factory.

only……

This textile factory registered a company, paid taxes, hired a group of deaf people to work in it, and provided about 300 jobs to New York City.

so……

Even if Lake knew the address of the mutual aid association, it was a little tricky to lead the team directly to the door.

Because there is no evidence.

really.

Back in the office, Montgomery's face turned dark after listening to Lake's request to the opponent of the textile factory: "You want to lead a team to contain a textile factory that donated nearly 5 million in the WTO event last month, and it is still A textile factory visited by the mayor and the governor a month and a half ago?"

Lake nodded: "Yes."

Montgomery put down the pen in his hand, wiped his face, and then his eyes wandered, with an unrealistic feeling: "Do you have any evidence?"

"evidence?"

Lake said, "No, but that's the base camp of a killer organization called [Mutual Aid Society]. I'm taking the special team there now, and I'll be able to put the evidence in front of you at night."

Montgomery's whole body is bad: "You want me to hand over the Secret Service team to you without evidence, and then follow you to a textile factory that provides jobs for the New York Disabled Association to send warmth?"

talking.

Montgomery's face turned dark: "Don't even think about it!"

Lake: "..."