The Legendary Life of an American Superhero

Hell's Kitchen is Jin Bing's territory, and Jin Bing is also a qualified boss. Jin Bing knows more than anyone else about what happened on his lair.

So it's not too surprising that Lake knows about Jin and he only cares about one thing at the moment.

"car."

"Please rest assured, Chief Edwin, your car is already on its way to be recovered."

"……it is good."

Lake took a deep look at the middle-aged man who called himself a lawyer Jin Bing, and nodded after saying a word.

The middle-aged man turned and left.

George stared at the seven or eight dead bodies in the warehouse, looked at Lake, and shook his head: "How long has it been since I knew your car was stolen?"

Lake shrugged.

Jin Bing's tentacles are too long. Basically, 60% of black crimes in New York can be traced back to Jin Bing's head from the source.

but……

Again.

Lake has changed departments. Naturally, the angle of looking at Jin Bing has also changed. Jin Bing has become a force now, and he knows what to touch and what not to touch.

It's as if right now, at least, before Kim didn't offend Lake, Lake didn't bother to pay attention to Kim and.

With Lake's current level and status, frankly speaking, holding on to Jin and not letting go is not only a matter of style, but also a matter of eyesight and insight.

Just out of the novice village, it's okay to be a gangster in Hell's Kitchen, right now? Not necessary.

In his anger, he could rely on homeland security and the strength of the military to directly transfer soldiers to hell's kitchen and return the money? The real gold coin would have to kneel before him.

Just like this time, no matter if the car collection team is doing it alone or under the rule of Jin Bing, at the very least, these seven or eight corpses are explained by Jin Bing, and you can think about it when Lake just came over. explain.

Lake was content with that.

afternoon.

Lake stood at the door of the Star Building, waiting for his car to return.

The school bus of Midtown High School stopped not far away.

after awhile.

Skye and Alexis got off the school bus.

"Uncle Lake?"

Alexis, who was chatting and laughing with Skye, looked at Lake standing at the door and greeted him curiously: "Uncle Lake, are you waiting for Skye?"

Lake smiled and said, "I'm waiting for the bus."

"car?"

"Um."

Skye said, "Has your car broken down again?"

For Lake's old car, Skye is the most impressed. After all, during the weekend cram school, it was Lake who drove that car to send it over. For so long, Skye alone knew that the car was broken. The number of times is at least two digits.

Lake nodded: "It burned, so I changed to a new car."

When Alexis heard the new car, he became interested and looked around: "Uncle Lake, where's the car?"

The corner of Lake's mouth twitched, and he said faintly, "I just bought it for less than half an hour, and it was stolen."

Alexis opened his mouth and looked at Skye.

Skye was a little confused by this twisted answer: "Stolen?"

Lake nodded.

Skye couldn't help but said: "Under the Federation, does anyone dare to steal your car?"

The senior director of the Department of Homeland Security is considered to be the leader of the Federation. Although the ranking is very low, at the very least, he is already ranked within 300 of all federal officials.

Lake sighed: "Although this sounds nonsense, it is the truth, but fortunately, it took me a day to finally track the whereabouts of the car, and I was waiting for someone to come and deliver my car. already."

at this time.

At the end of the street where the Xingchen Building is located, a white Porsche Cayenne slowly drove over.

Lake raised his eyebrows and said to Skye and Alexis, "Look, it's that one."

The two girls looked.

"Wow!"

Alexis couldn't help but said, "Porsche."

Skye also looked a little bright.

After all, the two girls are already fifteen years old, and they will be able to get their driver's license tomorrow. Naturally, at school, the topic of cars is also a topic of small talk with other classmates.

Soon.

A man with gloves parked the car on the side of the road, walked down, glanced at the hood that was not messed up on the driver's seat, and walked over: "Mr. Edwin."

Lake looked at the man expressionlessly: "This is not my car."

Yes.

Although the plastic wrap on the roof of the car is still there, the appearance is perfect, but Lake knew at first glance that this was not the car he bought.

What's the solution.

Just looking at the accessories inside the car from the co-pilot's window, it is obviously the top one.

Lake bought a low profile.

no way.

Forty-eight thousand dollars for the low-profile, and 80,000 for the high-profile, anyway, it was used for driving, so Lake naturally didn't buy the high-profile.

The middle-aged man looked a little embarrassed.

Lake looked directly at the middle-aged man: "Say."

The middle-aged man was silent for a while and said, "Yes, Mr. Edwin, this car is indeed not yours. This is an apology from my boss."

Lake didn't answer the subject: "Where's my car."

The middle-aged man said: "Sorry, when we chased out, the truck was already missing, my boss asked me to tell you something, we didn't do this thing, this car is also what my boss wanted. Let your anger stop for a while, and for a month, my boss promises to deliver your car to you."

Lake's eyes gradually turned cold.

Is this a car thing?

no.

It's not about the car, it's about his face. His car was stolen, the point was his car, and he didn't get it back. If this matter spread out, how could he get away with it?

The middle-aged man took out his mobile phone, made a call, and after saying a few words, handed it to Lake: "Mr. Edwin, our boss wants to have a word with you."

Rick took the phone expressionlessly.

At this moment.

The breath produced by the anger that Lake suppressed has already caused Skye and Alexis next to them to look at each other, and they are a little too afraid to speak loudly.

Take the phone.

"Say!"

"Mr. Edwin, give me a month and I promise to put your car in front of you."

"Ha ha."

Lake listened to the somewhat iconic voice on the phone and sneered twice: "My car, did you take it away?"

Jin Bing said directly: "Absolutely not, this car collection organization came from the west coast a year ago, they follow the rules, three or seven points, so I acquiesced to them, and at the same time, I also told them who's car Can't take it."

Lake smiled. "They didn't listen to you."

Kim said something undeniably, and then said, "They told me at the end that the car didn't have your license plate on it."

Lake snorted: "Then, is this my fault?"

Jin said directly: "I will give you a perfect explanation for this matter. At the same time, I will definitely send you your car back in good condition. This car will be my apology."

Lake glanced at the middle-aged man who was standing in front of him, but his forehead was sweating, and said directly, "So, my car wasn't stolen by yours?"

"Absolutely not."

"Row."

Lake said directly: "Since I don't care about your affairs, I don't need you to explain to me. My affairs, I will do it myself, but, I hope you haven't lied, otherwise, I will step down hell's kitchen."

Done.

Lake hung up the phone directly and said blankly to the middle-aged man in front of him, "Go away."

The middle-aged man nodded immediately, and with a bang, he turned and ran away. The speed was so fast that within ten seconds, he turned into a corner and disappeared into Lake's sight.

Lake sighed.

West Coast?

Los Angeles?

If the federal transit point for non-narcotic drugs is Texas, then the transit point for vehicles is indeed Los Angeles.

What is the transit point in New York?

Just look at the Continental Hotel, New York, the transit point for all crime.

Lake shook his head, called his assistant, and asked Tiffany to sort out the list of several well-known car theft organizations on the West Coast. After hanging up, he moved towards Skye and Alexis next to him. Shaking the car key in his hand: "Want to visit?"

Skye and Alexis returned to their senses and got into Lake's car one after the other.

Lake drove directly, took Skye and Alexis to a western restaurant a few streets away, and went to have dinner while testing the car. By the way, he called Cassel to let him know that Alexis was also here. side, lest Cassel wonder if Alexis has been kidnapped.

After dinner.

In the underground garage of Xingchen Building.

Lake turned off the engine, then threw the car key towards Skye in the co-pilot next to him.

Skye took over and was slightly stunned.

What does this mean?

Lake got out of the car and said to Skye who got down from the co-pilot: "This is not my car."

Skye blinked.

and then?

Lake walked towards the elevator in the underground garage: "The instructions are all there, you can read it first, and when you get your driver's license next year, this car will be given to you."

Skye caught up and heard this sentence: "No, this car is too expensive."

Lake said: "Is it precious? If you don't spend a penny, how can you call it precious?"

It didn't cost a penny.

His car was still being stolen, that's a fact, and as for the car, it was Kim's apology for taking in a car-collecting gang from the West Coast so that Lake didn't get mad and send it to Hell's Kitchen.

so……

Lake looked at Skye in the elevator and said, "If you don't want it, then throw it in the garage. It's not bad to be a warehouse."

Skye was a little speechless: "A 98,000-dollar car can be used as a warehouse?"

The price of this car was searched online by Alexis when he was eating at the restaurant just now.

Lake smiled. After stepping out of the elevator, he said to Skye, "That's it. If you don't want this car, I won't drive it, and I won't sell it. Is it a spectacle if it's not a warehouse?"

Skye was a little curious: "Why not?"

Lake opened the door with fingerprints, without turning his head: "This is not my car!"

Skye: "..."