The Legendary Life of an American Superhero

"I...I really don't remember!"

"Ha ha."

"Really, he had a hood and a mask when he came to buy it."

"Ah."

"Sir, I swear to God, I really didn't see what he looked like, but..."

"Say."

"He should be a Manhattanite."

"..."

Lake looked up at this black market businessman who didn't even see the person, but could tell where he was born.

The black market merchant said, "Sir, his temperament is the same as those of the rich boys in Manhattan."

Lake's expression was weird: "You still understand temperament?"

The black market merchant smiled shyly: "It's just a little bit."

Lake sneered: "I didn't see the appearance clearly, see the eyes clearly, the painter will come right away, be honest, and draw this guy for me, if you don't draw, I will send a notice directly, out of this door, you go directly Hell to do business."

MMP.

A little bit?

Why don't you say it's a million.

And what is that shy expression doing?

Pretending to be pure?

Lake was a little nauseous.

out of the interrogation room.

George, who came out of the observation room, also gathered information: "The poisonous insect is basically the same as what the black market merchant said. His ID card was also bought by a man with a hood and a mask."

Lake said: "Did your poisonous worm say that he judged by his temperament that the person who bought his ID was a man from Manhattan?"

George said: "A garbage poisonous insect, even if he has temperament, can he see it?"

Right.

If poisonous insects have this vision, will they become poisonous insects?

Lake shook his head.

There was also good news from the police officer in charge of checking the surveillance.

on the big screen.

In a roadside public phone booth three blocks away from Joe's apartment, a sturdy guy dressed in black and wrapped himself, put his hands in his pockets after hanging up the phone, lowered his head, and walked along the road. Went to the underground passage not far away.

When leaving.

This guy seemed to have seen the surveillance and didn't speed up his pace. Instead, he stopped and didn't look up. He just raised his middle finger at the surveillance.

This is Chi Guoguo's provocation.

"Let the brothers work overtime and read all the surveillance cameras in the vicinity. Even if it is a frame-by-frame analysis, you must find this son of a bitch for me."

"Don't worry, George."

"thanks."

Police station rooftop.

Lake and George lit a cigarette and rested while watching the New York night.

"correct."

Lake frowned and asked, "Is there someone guarding the hospital?"

George said, "Don't worry, Ryan and Esposito are there."

Lake nodded.

Even if there are no clues, as long as Joe wakes up, he should be able to provide reliable clues.

the next day.

Joe woke up the next evening, but she couldn't tell the face of the gangster who attacked her. When Joe was about to go upstairs, the gangster was already there.

Without waiting for Joe to react at all, he fired directly.

after.

Joe looked at Lake and said, "At that time, he came to me to make up for the knife. Fortunately, you didn't leave. After hearing the sound, the gangster opened the back door of the apartment and left."

Open the back door?

Lake raised his eyebrows and looked at Joe: "Did he wear gloves?"

Joe thought for a while, then shook his head apologetically: "Sorry, I don't remember."

Lake waved his hand, took out the phone, and called George.

Not sure that is maybe not brought.

soon.

George called and said that several fingerprints had been taken from the back door of the apartment and had been sent to the forensic laboratory.

Lake was about to hang up the phone.

George said, "That dog food guy killed another patrolman."

Lake: "..."

This is utterly insane.

The one who died this time was a patrol officer who was on a daily patrol in the Upper East Side of Manhattan. Like the previous cases, the gangster seemed to shoot and kill in public, but he was very cautious. Anyone who eats melons sees it.

and.

The crime scene was only 500 meters away from the Xingchen Building.

The doorman of the Xingchen Building also called the police station to tell the police that a man in black with a hood and a mask was about to enter the Xingchen Building.

but……

The generous annual salary of 50,000 US dollars for the guards of the Star Tower made them put their right hand on their waist and asked the guy to take off the mask before the man walked in.

The man immediately turned and left.

George frowned and said, "In your building, are you the only law enforcement officer?"

Lake hummed.

"He's going to find you."

"Then he is courting death."

"..."

Lake said so, and came to him to find him, Lake still had nothing to ask for, when the time came, Lake would let this mad gangster know what real cruelty is.

Another day.

It has been almost a week since the first case. Although the gangster shot and killed all law enforcement officers, the location of the crime belongs to the public, and the people are starting to panic.

Even the FBI in New York started asking the NYPD if they needed to be involved in the case.

The NYPD declined.

They already have.

"Bulvo Allen, male, twenty-five years old, from the Upper East Side of Manhattan."

"..."

Lake, who has been working in the New York Police Department these days, frowned at the Bulwar Allen hanging on the whiteboard: "Why does this name sound familiar?"

Beckett looked at Lake: "The last mayor was Allen, and this Bulwar Allen is his son."

Lake raised his eyebrows, as if he had thought of something, looked back at the photo on the whiteboard, and touched his chin: "I remembered, is this guy one of the three I beaten in the bar? ?"

George said: "You didn't beat him, you put a billiard ball in his mouth."

Lake laughed.

next second.

Lake restrained his smile: "Are you sure it's him?"

so……

Is this an act of revenge?

Lake got up and walked outside: "The person has returned to the Ministry of Homeland Security of our country, and I will come to the trial."

This guy came into the New York Police Department and used his family's financial resources to lobby. Although it is impossible to be innocent, it will never be executed. Moreover, this kind of person who shot and killed the law enforcement officer went to prison. Although he will be targeted by the prison guards, he will welcomed by those atrocious criminals.

so……

People are better off returning to Homeland Security.

"Wait a moment."

George looked at Lake's back and said, "Our people have already been there, and their house was sold six months ago."

Lake turned around: "Bankrupt?"

George shrugged: "Forget it, Mayor Allen suffered a car accident shortly after he left office, and then, the estate or something was all inherited by his younger brother, this Bulwar Allen and his mother had a dime They didn't get either. After all, they had a prenuptial agreement. Three months later, Bulwar Allen dropped out of a private college on the Upper East Side. His mother died of a sudden illness in the hospital. Out, looking for this guy."

Lake didn't know what to say.

It sounds miserable.

but……

That doesn't change the fact that this son of a bitch is mad.

"so……"

Lake frowned a little: "This guy thinks all this is the fault of our police station?"

George nodded: "It should be, maybe in his opinion, if there was no textile factory incident, Mayor Allen would not have lost the election, nor would he have been in a car accident while drinking."

Beckett said next to him: "Wait, the prenuptial agreement was signed by Mayor Allen and his wife. How could there not be this Bulwar? Could it be..."

Not biological?

George said: "Mayor Allen's mother liked Allen's brother's daughter more, but when she drove them away, she gave them a million dollars."

Then it was directly spent by Bulvo Allen in just one month.

It is difficult to go from luxury to thrift.

Moreover.

Bullvo Allen went to an aristocratic private school in the Upper East Side. The consumption in that place, let's say, a student's consumption in one day is enough to combine the consumption of the bottom whites for half a year or even a year.

Such consumption intensity, one million in it, is no different from ordinary people's ten thousand dollars.

so……

Lake said thoughtfully: "This guy doesn't plan to live anymore, is he going to take revenge on society?"

George, who hung up the phone over there, looked at Lake: "His last target is you."

Lake: "..."

Star Building.

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa.

When Lake, Beckett and the others arrived downstairs in the Xingchen Building, there were already police officers present.

"what happened."

"The suspect took a hostage and entered the Xingchen Building."

A patrol received a notice, and the patrolman who found Bulvo Allen immediately talked about what happened. He was in charge of patrolling near the Star Building, and just now he saw a man with his hands in his pockets and a hood on the side of the road. I was walking to the Xingchen Building across the road, so I turned on the police light to signal this guy to stop.

Who knew that this guy turned his head and glanced at the moment the police light sounded, then shot directly, and then ran towards the Xingchen Building across the road.

Immediately after.

Bulwar Allen took a worker hostage, shot and killed a guard who was preparing to change shifts inside, grabbed the guard's elevator card, and entered the elevator.

"How many floors?"

"..."

Lake looked at George, who was hesitant to say anything, and raised his eyebrows: "My layer?"

George nodded.

If it wasn't like this, George wouldn't have hung up and said that the guy's last target for revenge was Lake.

good guy.

Enter the Star Building.

Ding.

Open the door.

"Put down your weapon, calm down."

"lay down your weapon."

The New York SWAT has surrounded a human wall and shouted loudly at Bulvo Allen, who used a little Asian loli as a human wall and hid behind the little loli.

Behind him was Lake's door.

Footprints are clearly visible.

seem……

After the goods came up, there was no strength to kick the door open.

This……