The Legendary Life of an American Superhero

Chu Chu Chu!

A helicopter hovered directly somewhere in Queens.

A team of homeland agents descended directly.

"gogogo!"

"Break the door!"

"boom!"

"DHS!"

"DHS!"

"Get down, get down, get down!"

"Watch out, gun!"

"chug!"

"Tu Tu Tu!"

After a shootout, several gangsters shivered and lay on the ground with their hands raised, looking sideways, bleeding from the hole in the dead colleague's body.

Jack, who led the team in person, looked around the spacious warehouse where several apparently stolen vehicles were parked, and pressed his headset: "Base, no target found, repeat, no target found."

Three hours ago, the Porsche Cayenne, a new car that Lake had just bought for less than half an hour, was brutally murdered and was stolen directly by car thieves at the gate of the New York State Building.

at the moment?

The last location of the vehicle was tracked, and the result was that the car was gone?

Lake, sitting in the Homeland Operations Center, took a deep breath: "Jack, ask."

He wants to kill.

but……

Right now, compared to the feeling of murder, the most important thing is to quickly find your new car, Mad, that car has just been driven for 20 minutes at most. Good guy, it only takes 10 minutes to come and go, and it was stolen directly. already?

It's too rampant.

This is a new car for a senior director of Homeland Security. It's not a cat or a dog. The law and order situation in New York is too bad.

Jack over there received the message, nodded, and gestured directly to a team member, then asked the gangster who was pulled up by the team member: "About thirty-five minutes ago, there was a white Porsche Cayenne, Nine new floors..."

Lake raised his eyebrows: "Brand new."

How come the new car I just bought has become a nine-story new car, and it is directly discounted on the ground?

Jack didn't correct it and asked directly, "Where did this car go."

The little gangster trembled: "I don't know."

"Snapped!"

Jack slapped the gangster directly: "Be honest, where did the car go."

The little gangster was about to cry: "I really don't know, I have just been working inside and didn't come outside."

Jack's eyes fell on a gangster next to him: "What about you?"

The little gangster shook his head and hurriedly gestured with his eyes to the few colleagues who were trying to disobey the law enforcement and had already rushed to the street: "I was also inside, and I didn't know until I heard the movement outside. They were all outside just now."

It's over.

Silenced.

Lake got up and said to Jack, "Kill it."

Jack nodded, took out his pistol and pointed it at the previous gangster.

"and many more!"

"……Say."

"Generally, stolen new cars will be sent from our side to the upstream side. The car you are looking for must be there. Don't kill me, please, don't kill me."

"name."

"I don't know, we're only in charge of grooming the car."

"..."

Jack shook his head and raised the pistol he just put down again. Lake just bought a new car, and the new car was stolen in less than half an hour. He must be on fire. Obviously, the Department of Homeland Security does not want to face the anger of its boss. , but someone has to put out the fire.

"Wait a minute!" The gangster looked at the raised pistol and shouted again: "Job Lewis, he worked with our boss and was also responsible for helping us build the line, he must know, I That's all you know, don't kill me, don't kill me."

Jack didn't speak.

Lake frowned: "Why does this name sound familiar?"

Who is coming?

The assistant next to him, Tiffany, seemed to have thought of something. He flipped through the information in his hand, and immediately took out a business card and handed it to Lake: "Sir, it was this Job Lewis who sold the car to you."

Lake was slightly taken aback: "What?"

On the business card, the name of the sales manager, Job Lewis, stands out.

good guy.

The trick of collusion inside and out is directly on Lao Tzu. I will say, I just bought a car for less than half an hour, how can I be targeted by car thieves so quickly.

"Jack!"

"exist."

"Bring him back to me, I want to live, do you understand?"

"clear!"

Lake got up, sat down and took a deep breath, then walked directly to the outside of the battle hall: "Forget it, catch him for me, send me the coordinates, and I will come to interrogate him in person."

Although this new car cost less than $50,000, the $50,000 was Lake's hard-earned money, and the real hard-earned money was accumulated little by little from wages and bonuses.

Finding this Job Lewis went well.

Because this guy is still working in a car dealership.

Jack and the others took the helicopter directly, landed directly at the car shop, and then directly controlled Job Lewis on the spot. As for the others, they were also directly controlled.

soon.

Assistant Tiffany drove to the car dealership.

Lake walked into the store with a gloomy face.

After this Job Lewis saw Lake, the expression that was originally panicked and didn't understand what was going on was momentarily stunned.

That's right.

Lake approached blankly and looked at this Job Lewis: "Do you know why I'm looking for you?"

Job Lewis returned to his senses, then shook his head: "I don't know."

"boom!"

"what!"

Several other clerks in the store screamed instantly, and Job Lewis screamed mournfully while clutching his thighs.

"Who is the boss."

"this."

Lake followed Jack's gaze and landed on a bald, potbellied middle-aged man, and recounted what happened with a blank face: "The car I just bought was stolen in less than half an hour. Picked up a car thief gang, and then learned that your employees cooperated with them, so you are a black shop?"

Sell ​​at a high price?

low price?

And then sell at a high price?

The bald boss broke out with cold sweat on his forehead: "How could we be a black shop, absolutely not, absolutely not."

Lake was expressionless: "You mean I'm lying."

The bald boss panicked and pointed to the other new cars in the store: "We will pay for it. If you like the car, we will pay."

Lake was speechless.

Is this a question of compensation? This is a question of slapping him in the face.

at this time.

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!

People from the New York Police Department rushed here, but fortunately, the New York Police Department saw the helicopter parked in the parking lot with the homeland security sign and did not set up the camp immediately.

after awhile.

Jack led George in.

Lake turned his head and glanced at George: "Don't laugh, I'm angry now."

George raised his hand, shook his head and said, "So, you made such a big noise."

"It's about face."

"All right."

George also understands Lake's current identity. The car of the senior director of Homeland Security has been stolen. Isn't this a slap in the face: "Did you ask anything?"

Lake expressionlessly cast his gaze on Job Lewis, who was sweating coldly while covering his two bullet holes in his thighs, and his body began to sway: "I'll ask you one last time, whether to say it or not."

Jobe Lewis was sweating coldly on his forehead, but he was also a ruthless man, and he seemed to see someone coming from the New York Police Department, so he was fearless, gritted his teeth and trembled: "I want to see a lawyer, I want to sue..."

"boom!"

"Lake."

"what?"

George took a deep breath and looked at Job Lewis, whose forehead was pierced, and looked at Lake with some complexity: "Are you crazy?"

talking.

George looked around, and the salespeople in the store seemed to be saying, even if you shoot, look at the place, there are still so many people watching.

Lake sneered directly and said to Jack, "Cable News, the clerk here is involved in terrorist activities, bring it back to me, and also bring me the surveillance here."

Jack nodded directly.

Lake immediately looked at George: "What did you just say?"

George opened his mouth and shook his head: "Let's finish it cleanly. I'll ask you here to see if anyone has received your car."

Lake said thank you.

fifteen minutes later.

The vehicles from the Homeland Security Bureau came over, and one of them counted as one, and directly sent the owner of the store and several salespeople to the escort car, and then went directly to the Homeland Security Bureau.

afternoon.

The forensic section of the Land and Land Building obtained Job Lewis's call records from the communications company, but no particular number was found.

Did you catch the wrong person?

This is impossible.

soon.

When the Homeland Building was preparing to investigate the surveillance cameras removed from the store, news came from the New York Police Department, George.

There are many gangs in New York that steal cars.

But stealing a car is one thing, and taking a car is one thing. There are many car-stealing people, but there are not as many car-receiving gangs. Moreover, there are even fewer car-receiving gangs who can afford to buy luxury cars.

After George contacted several informants, an informant sent a message that a car collection team in Hell's Kitchen had delivered a batch of goods at noon today.

Lake went straight to Hell's Kitchen with Jack's action team.

George is already here.

but……

What caught my eye was a corpse in a warehouse.

"You killed it?" Lake directly got off the helicopter and asked George, who had already arrived at the scene.

George's eyes widened: "How is that possible."

at this time.

A middle-aged man in a suit, tie, and greasy hairstyle who looked like a lawyer came over: "Director Edwin!"

Lake and George looked at the man stopped by Jack's men.

"Let him in."

"thanks."

The middle-aged man came over and handed Lake a stack of documents and a photo in his hand.

Lake looked at the information in his hand, then raised his eyebrows at the car he had just bought without tearing off the plastic wrap in the photo, and then handed the criminal file of the car collection gang to George next to him.

The middle-aged man said: "Our boss doesn't know about this, and we don't know that someone here dares to offend Chief Edwin. This is their criminal record. Our boss hopes to calm your anger."

This is hell's kitchen.

no doubt.

The name of the boss in the middle-aged man's mouth is not difficult to guess.

Gold and!

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