The Legendary Life of an American Superhero

"……Who!"

"Evans."

Lake kicked the door directly and spoke directly to Evans, an African-American with dreadlocks who stood up behind the counter: "I want your EA A shipment record here."

Evans' expression changed suddenly.

Bang!

The Glock Seventeen slammed on the counter, instantly creating a spider web-like crack on the glass counter.

Lake chuckled, then looked at Evans expressionlessly: "I know you have it. I want the shipping list for the last few months, if you don't give it?"

"Ah."

"boom!"

"what!"

"I will kill you."

Lake tilted his head to stare at Evans, who fell to the ground clutching his thighs after a gunshot, and then shot directly at the door of the store without looking back.

boom!

A few little blacks immediately scattered.

Lake wasn't at all concerned that they would call the police, because they simply wouldn't.

This Hell's Kitchen area has its own unique rules of survival. Here, they will only ask for help from illegal organizations, not the branch here.

Even the precinct here has one eye and one eye closed for many things in the Hell's Kitchen area.

If there is a branch of the New York Police Department that is recognized to be corroded, then the thirty-sixth Division responsible for the Hell's Kitchen area is recognized to be corroded.

Of course.

There is no evidence on the surface.

"Fake!"

Falling to the floor, clutching his thighs, Evans, who was enduring the pain, raised his head and glared at Lake: "Damn, I haven't sold EAA at all in the past few months, not one, a pussy pistol, who will."

Lake tilted his head: "That makes sense."

but.

After Lake nodded and agreed with Evans' words, he raised the pistol and pointed at Evans' chest expressionlessly: "Shipping list."

Evans: "..."

ten minutes later.

Lake walked out of the second-hand store recycling shop behind him, ignoring Evans' somewhat painful and low moan, and staring blankly at the dozen or so gang members who had surrounded his car.

More than a dozen gang members also have their own weapons in their hands.

Lake bowed his head and smiled and took a step forward.

Whoa la la.

The dozen or so gang members took a step back.

Lake again.

The gang members retiring.

"Ah."

"..."

Lake chuckled lightly, put away the Homeland Security certificate in his hand, opened his car door, rumbled, left here directly, and galloped towards the thirty-sixth sub-bureau.

afternoon.

Lake, who was stationed at the NYPD's major crime department, received a message from the Thirty-sixth Precinct.

Six second-hand EAA pistols with labels and still very delicate appearance were dumped in the evidence box. All six EAA pistols sold from Evans in the past few months are all here.

It's all confiscated from Hell's Kitchen.

This is the Nine Nine Nine Incident.

The Thirty-sixth Bureau knows the meaning of the 999 code name, and so does Hell's Kitchen. As long as they don't want the New York Police Department to be completely overwhelmed, they can always face this kind of 999 code name thing once it involves Hell's Kitchen. Give the police a satisfactory account.

or……

That's why Hell's Kitchen survives to this day.

"Take it to the forensic department for ballistic testing."

"it is good."

"Where's George?"

"I haven't come back yet."

Lake nodded and said, "There should be good news from George."

The six EAAs sold by Hell's Kitchen are all here, which means that this is unlikely to be done by people from Hell's Kitchen. Of course, it does not rule out that buyers from Hell's Kitchen bought one by themselves. Possibility to turn in a new EAA.

But this possibility is very low.

Not to mention whether he can afford a brand new EAA pistol, just to say one thing, he dares to shoot law enforcement, will his brain be so bright?

Night is approaching.

George is back.

There was also a poisonous insect who came back with George.

"Hardy Bolton, a poisonous bug, bought an EAA pistol two months ago, and couldn't find it in the room. When he found him, the guy was already hilarious."

George looked at the poisonous insect lying in the observation room and was still hyped, shook his head and said, "There are only three sold there, and the other two have been sent to the forensic department for ballistic testing."

Lake rubbed his chin and stared at the poisonous insects in the observation room without speaking.

A high-sucking poison bug shoots a law enforcement officer?

said in the past.

but……

It always feels weird.

Now the state of this poisonous insect can't ask why it came out, and we can only wait for this guy to leave the state of hi before interrogation.

But it's good to have clues.

Lake took his eyes away from the poisonous insect, said hello to George and Beckett, and then was about to leave.

"Lake."

"Joe."

At the door of the police station, Lake looked at Joe who came out to stop him and smiled, "What?"

Joe shrugged and said, "The car is broken, don't mind taking me home."

"Of course not," Lake said.

When Lake was in the NYPD, he was resistant to Joe's partner, but if Joe was like Beckett and George, Lake wouldn't mind being friends with Joe.

Just don't go with me.

at the moment?

The problem is gone, Lake is at Homeland Security and Joe is at the NYPD.

Brooklyn.

Lake got out of the car, looked up at the apartment building in front of him, and looked at Joe: "Moved?"

Joe nodded, "Yes."

The previous home was a sad place with a story to tell, so Joe sold the original house and moved to this apartment building to live in.

After all, people always look forward.

This is a good thing.

Lake thought so, and smiled with Joe: "Okay, see you tomorrow."

Joe smiled, turned and walked towards the apartment building: "See you tomorrow."

There is no story of going up for a cup of coffee.

Just a friendship story between colleagues and friends.

Lake got into the car and started the car.

"boom!"

"..."

Lake's eyes narrowed, looking at the apartment building where the gunshots were suddenly heard.

get off.

After entering the apartment, at the entrance of the stairs over there, Joe was lying on the ground, clutching his chest, blood was rushing freely.

Fake!

Lake hurried to Joe's side, hugged Joe, and kicked the apartment door directly.

boarding.

start up.

One hundred mph.

Fortunately, the closest hospital to Joe's apartment building is only two blocks away.

After half an hour.

George and Beckett and others rushed to the hospital.

"How about it?"

"It's still being rescued."

Lake's face was gloomy, which was a provocation under his nose.

soon.

The emergency doctor came out.

Several people hurriedly gathered around.

The emergency doctor nodded, and George and Beckett breathed a sigh of relief.

Nod YES.

Shake your head NO.

Nodding to indicate rescue came.

The doctor said: "However, the patient has lost too much blood and needs to be observed in the hospital for a few days."

Done.

The doctor went back to the emergency room.

at this time.

George's phone rang.

hang up the phone.

George said to Beckett and Lake: "Just now a reporter from the Daily Bugle called and said that there was a call from a man who claimed to have just killed a law enforcement officer."

In fact.

The phone call came when the second law enforcement officer was killed, but the reporter at the time didn't take it seriously, and after his boss heard the news, he prevented him from notifying the police.

Because this will be their exclusive report.

It wasn't until just now that the phone call came back, saying that he shot a female law enforcement officer in the chest this time. The reporter who was eating with his wife and daughter at home realized the big problem, so he quickly contacted Jiuyiyi.

The reporter was quickly taken back to the NYPD.

His phone was also taken away and sent to the laboratory for identification.

The NYPD is brightly lit.

In fact.

Since the first shooting of law enforcement officers, the lights in the NYPD office area have not been dimmed, and all police officers have canceled their vacations.

In the words of the director, when to catch this son of a bitch and when to end.

Live or die!

A team of police officers has also gone to the Clarion News Agency to seal it up. The New York Police Department began to inform all citizens after a shooting time. If there are any clues, contact the police in time.

What do you mean by horn newspaper?

exclusive news?

If you want so much, I will give you a scoop, and even take down a screw from your newspaper as evidence. Is this an scoop?

soon.

The source of the two calls was clarified, and they were all public phones near the scene of the incident. The police station is urgently reviewing the surveillance near the public phones there.

There is no need to look at the public phone surveillance in Queens, and the New York Police Department has not reported much hope. Currently, they can only pin their hopes on the surveillance in Brooklyn.

but……

There is still no news from the surveillance side, and George, who was urgently interrogating the poisonous insect, has a clue.

This guy sold his ID for a hundred dollars.

who is it?

do not know.

where to live.

Poisonous didn't know anything, he was addicted at the time, let alone ID, if he had a wife, he would not hesitate to sell his wife in exchange for what he wanted.

The black market merchant in Queens was also directly pulled over.

Black market merchants are also very wronged. Originally, it was a shame to buy and sell black guns. It was agreed that if he gave his name, he would not be brought back. In the end, he was brought over.

Who would dare to do business with him after this?

The black market businessman is a little miserable and wants to call his lawyer.

Lake was expressionless: "You can call a lawyer, but, after you call a lawyer, I will spread the information about your clues tomorrow, do business, go to hell."

Black market merchant: "..."

Do you want to be so arrogant?

The black market businessman opened his mouth and wanted to accuse Lake of intimidation, but, looking at the large bloodstains on Lake's suit that had faded, he finally became a little dejected: "I have already told you everything I know."

"Think, think about it, the third pistol, who you sold it to, don't say you don't know, you just participated in the memory master competition held by New York TV station last month, you remember what happened half a year ago, the two Can't you remember what happened a month ago?"

"..."