The Legendary Life of an American Superhero

That night...

wrong.

Three and a half hours after Lake left Frank's house, the intelligence network arranged in a remote town in Arizona received the good news of the first kill.

Fast enough.

After hearing the news, Lake looked at the time on his watch, and couldn't help admiring again.

This is the Frank Castor he wanted!

Act vigorously.

Tenacious and decisive.

soon.

Homeland agents from Arizona rushed to the scene, took photos of the scene, and transmitted them over. In the scene, the black-skinned Tuka had all the skin of the chimpanzee peeled off at this moment. It came down to reveal the muscle tissue under the skin, and even the skin was peeled off neatly and put aside.

even……

At the beginning, Tuka still had breath. When the two bailiffs outside noticed something was wrong, when they came in, they made a mistake in the steps when removing Tuka, causing Tuka to scream and die.

"It's cruel."

"On the contrary, I think it's a reciprocal and noble response."

"..."

Lake looked at Rachel with a smile, as he said to Frank before, and said: "When the law cannot bring justice to the parties involved, private revenge is justified and even noble from this moment on."

Rachel shrugged and said, "I'm not saying that Frank did something wrong, I'm just saying that he didn't have to make the scene so cruel."

Lake groaned, looked at the photos of the scene again, and nodded: "That's true, I feel that there is something wrong with this guy, but after all, after suppressing it for so long, it broke out early in the morning, and the way is a little too extreme. It is also understandable, when the anger in his heart stops, it will be almost the same."

Rachel tore off the mask on her face and looked at Lake: "The enemies outside him have been eradicated, and the rest is from New York City. No matter how extreme the means are, you will not be afraid. Your New York City is in panic. After all, you are the so-called Landlord of New York City."

The corner of Lake's mouth curled up: "Let him kill, if something happens, I will take care of it for him!"

Rachel: "..."

For Lake, it is not a multiple-choice question whether a Frank who is a virgin can forgive everything, or a Frank who has once again returned to using violence to control violence, one life for another.

the next day.

Lake drove at the gate of the New York Police Station and stopped his friend George Stacey who had received a report and was about to rush to the scene of the crime.

"Oh Shet!"

After George Stacey went out, he saw the silver Cayenne parked in front of his police car, and then, watching Lake get off the car, he couldn't help but rolled his eyes and said violently: "Your letter of guarantee I still have it."

Lake smiled and said, "I said I would not participate in that case and it's over, isn't it?"

The case he promised not to get involved in is the murder of Frank's wife and daughter, but the current case is regarded as Frank's suspect case. The nature of the two cases is different, so naturally they are two different things.

George said blankly, "What do you want?"

Lake shrugged and said, "The case belongs to you?"

George's tone was very calm: "Billy Russell's gang is in a poor apartment building. As a result, the jurisdiction reported that the apartment building was bleeding early in the morning. Do you think this case can be handled by the branch office? "

Lake touched his chin: "It's a big case."

George sneered: "Stop talking nonsense, tell me, what do you want me to do."

Lake shrugged: "Anyway, you have so many unprovoked cases, and one more case of this kind doesn't make any difference, what do you think?"

George's eyebrows twitched: "Thirty-two corpses have been cleared from the scene over there."

"Three big meals."

"...The General Administration is already considering whether to let the FBI intervene to solve this case together."

"I will arrange the Christmas activities."

"this is not……"

"In the future, I will help you share half of Gwen's dowry."

"No problem."

"..."

George nodded directly, took out his mobile phone, made several calls, and directly rejected the FBI's request to intervene, and then asked the personnel who rushed to the scene to move a little faster.

Lake's eyebrows were jumping, seeing George who had changed his position so decisively, he couldn't help laughing a few times, and shook his head.

After George hung up the phone, he looked at Lake and smiled dryly: "All the wedding funds prepared for Gwen were invested in the stock market. In the end, who knew that the stock market was so dangerous, and they were directly trapped."

"Federal Oil?"

"..."

Buy federal oil now that Tony Stark is about to launch a new energy source?

Good guy.

You are really a qualified leek and catcher. Entering the venue at this time is an obligation to be a catcher for those Wall Street bigwigs.

Thinking so, Lake was silent for a while, then patted George on the shoulder: "Find a time, find a psychiatrist, and have a look."

George: "..."

During the conversation.

A call came to George's cell phone again.

"Sir, Judge Mitchell has just been killed in his office."

"what?"

George was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Lake who was still standing there and raised his eyebrows, as if he understood, he directly told the person on the phone that he understood, and then hung up the phone.

"Say it."

"Say what."

"How many people are there?"

"I do not know."

"..."

Lake looked at George, who was speechless, and said with a smile, "I really don't know. Thinking about it, it should be soon."

Tuka hangs up.

Billy Russell's gang also hung up.

The judge who heard the case also hung up.

What's left?

The seven people who were sent to jail for manslaughter?

afternoon.

Lake drove to the gate of the private prison in New York.

beep!

beep!

beep!

After the iron fence was opened, Lake drove the car in, and after parking the car, the warden of the private prison had already walked towards Lake, shaking hands and saying hello.

"Warden Clark."

Lake shook hands with the potbellied Warden Clark in front of him with a smile on his face, and as soon as he spoke, he came to the office in the basement next to the incinerator.

caught the eye.

The seven corpses, all of which had their throats cut with a knife, lay quietly side by side.

"We haven't notified the police yet."

"……thanks."

Lake glanced at Warden Clark who was speaking, and nodded: "Just burn it."

Warden Clark was slightly taken aback: "This...okay."

Lake looked at the warden who was a little confused, but still nodded, and smiled slightly: "Don't worry, warden, no one will care about the whereabouts of these six people, I assure you."

Only when there is concern, will someone care about it.

"Emilia."

"Ok?"

Lake and Warden Clark shook hands and parted. After getting back into the car, they called Emilia and said, "In the name of the Black King, make an urgent order to the Continental Hotel. I have sent you the list. I want a chicken." The kind that don’t stay with dogs.”

Emilia nodded: "Understood."

Lake hung up the phone directly, then glanced at the prison behind him through the rearview mirror, and drove away.

Good guy.

Even I would need some time to get in this prison quietly, and it's unlikely that I would kill these seven people directly without any exposure.

How did Frank invade this prison from the outside without a sound in just half an hour, and then, after killing people without a sound, was he able to leave again without a sound?

The monitoring of the prison did not find anything.

It was five o'clock that afternoon.

The Continental Hotel sent a message indicating that the order had been completed.

Lake raised his eyebrows, walked into the study room, took out the landing U-shield of the Continental Hotel, and clicked on the seven-point video files sent over, one counted as another, and they were all videos of a shot directly in the head at sea, and then directly pushed off the boat .

The shooting was okay, but the anti-shake was not turned on, and when editing, the noise in the picture was not removed.

Lake commented truthfully, and did not choose to be anonymous. He directly clicked on the comment, and then chose to distribute the reward amount that had been prepared.

Jingle Bell!

"I'm Lake."

"Sir, there's been movement from Attorney Thomson's side."

Tiffany looked at the secret detection alarm that was triggered at the New York airport: "Just now, Prosecutor Thomson entered New York's JFK International Airport and bought himself a plane ticket to Kenya."

"A person?"

"right."

"What about his family?"

"No record."

"Ok."

Lake hung up the phone, touched his chin, thought for a while, looked at the backstage of the Black King's Continental Hotel, which had not been closed, shook his head, and placed a family reunion order of $100,000 on it again.

Anyway, so many have been chopped up, and now there are a few more, basically there is no difference.

This moment.

New York JFK Airport.

After Ai passed the security check, while waiting for his flight to Kenya to board the plane, Dahei, holding a suitcase, sat restlessly in his seat, looking at the busy surroundings with people coming and going, always feeling His neck felt cold.

this is too scary.

Thomson felt uneasy at first when he learned that Tuca had been skinned, and then judged him to be fake news after hearing that there were mass casualties in a poor apartment building on fire. The tacit understanding of the judge died, which immediately made Thomson out of his wits, fearing that he would be the next target, so he chose to run away overnight.

"Boom!"

"Aw!"

"..."

Thomson just got up and was about to walk towards the toilet at the airport. When he wanted to hide in the toilet, the moment he turned around, he collided with a person, waiting for Thomson to scold Faker. When he stood up with his hands on his forehead, he stared at the person who was hit and was slightly taken aback: "Is it you?"

The lawyer who was suing for money also saw Thomson, and was slightly taken aback: "It's you?"

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