The Legendary Life of an American Superhero

Wow!

Wow!

Wow!

　　 Three police cars and six explosion-proof vehicles roared out from the headquarters of the New York Police Department. They hung their sirens and rushed straight towards the castle-like textile factory located on the bank of the New Jersey river.

　　 The speed is eighty!

　　 Along the way, this lineup has attracted the attention of countless people eating melons on the roadside in New York.

　　 includes...

　　 Something happened last night, Carlos who came late.

　　 There is a reason why Carlos came late. Last night, Carlos stayed at the Continental Hotel until his son was off work, and followed him secretly. News told him that his son Wesley was being targeted by the mutual aid association.

as predicted.

　　 Firefox came out to hook his son.

　　 Carlos had a gunfight with Firefox in a bargain store in Queens, but his son still believed that Firefox was a good man because of his beauty. He got into the Firefox car and ran away.

　　 So Carlos came a little late today.

at the moment?

　　 Carlos drove an unremarkable car following behind, watching the position of the police car in front of him, his face still facial expression, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

　　 Is that guy planning to rely on the New York Police Department to fight the mutual aid society?

　　 Yesterday, Carlos guessed this when he heard Lake asked him to watch at the police station in the morning. However, he didn't believe it very much. He didn't believe in anything else, but didn't believe that the New York Police Department would attack the textile factory.

　　 My family knows about my own affairs.

　　 In the past few years, the Mutual Aid Association has not only established a good cooperative relationship with the Disabled Persons’ Federation, but also the director of the factory has also been involved in the mayor’s campaign team with a large amount of money.

　　 Now the land near the castle is owned by the Mutual Aid Association. This is a reward for the success of the mayoral campaign team. If there is no reward, who would use real gold and platinum to support the mayor’s campaign?

and so…

　　 Carlos is not convinced that with such a relationship, the New York Police Department will attack the textile factory with his so-called confession.

　　 But now Carlos is lost.

　　 But Carlos is also not optimistic about this action of the police station. The police station is in the final analysis. Even if you go to the textile factory, it is impossible to find any evidence to prove that the textile factory was organized by the killer.

　　 So what the **** is that guy playing?

　　 Do you want to bet?

　　 Carlos thought so.

　　 half an hour later.

　　 Just as Lake led the special police convoy driving across the bridge leading to the castle, when soldiers were approaching the city, the director Sloan, who was in the textile factory discussing the explosion of David's apartment yesterday, received a call.

　　 After hanging up the phone.

　　 Sloan listened to the alarm bell that was getting closer, narrowed his eyes, and said to the people sitting in his office: "The New York Police Department is here, go back to work."

　　 Firefox and others looked at each other.

　　The butcher said solemnly: "Where is that guy?"

　　 Sloan frowned slightly, remembering that he had come to join them this morning, and Wesley, who was now being **** for special training, said to the butcher: "You haven't started training yet?"

　　 The butcher shook his head.

　　 Sloan said, "Let him go to the storeroom first, and wait until the police outside are talking."

　　 The butcher nodded.

　　 outside the castle.

　　Lake got out of the car and looked up at the textile factory in front of him that looked like a medieval castle. This thing is also an antique. Instead of letting that trash boy explode, it is better to leave Lake intact now.

　　 About five minutes later!

　　 Click!

　　 The suspension bridge of the castle slowly opened.

　　 A gray-haired and bearded factory manager, Sloan, led a team of textile factory managers, and walked straight to Lake: "Welcome, welcome, Inspector Edwin."

　　Lake squinted his eyes, his expression unchanged, and shook hands: "Good noon, Mr. Sloan."

　　 It's not surprising that Sloan knew him. After all, half an hour has passed. It is estimated that within five minutes, Sloan might have got all the information about Lake.

　　 But you are dead today.

　　 My words.

After 　　 Lake finished shaking his hand, he reached for Joe next to him.

　　 Joe knew, and directly showed Sloan the signed search warrant: "Mr. Sloan, we suspect that your textile factory is directly related to a killer organization. This is a search warrant."

　　 Sloan was shocked, and he seemed to be unbelievable: "We are a killer organization. I think this must be a big misunderstanding. Look at them, does the New York Police Department think that a group of people with physical disabilities are killers?"

　　Lake was too lazy to talk to Sloan: "Mr. Sloan, so you don't want us to go in and search?"

　　 Sloan looked at Lake.

　　Four eyes face each other.

　　 Sloan's heart suddenly moved. At any rate, he was an old man who had been in the killer world for many years. Although he didn't understand how they were exposed, Sloan could see the thick murderous intent in Lake's eyes.

　　 The undisguised kind.

Yes it is.

　　Lake didn't make any concealment. The more so, the higher the chance that the mutual aid would take risks. As long as the gunshots, Lake will not have any trouble even if it blows up the castle.

　　 "Mr. Sloan?"

　　"..."

Sloan returned to his senses, laughed, and made an inviting gesture: "Of course, our textile factory has always abided by laws and regulations. Although Inspector Edwin does a search, but if the search fails, UU read www.uukanshu. For .com, Inspector Edwin may be in trouble."

Lake laughed: "Now don’t worry about Mr. Sloan, Mr. Sloan, I can tell you clearly, it took me a whole day to get this search warrant. I originally planned to sew the thread yesterday afternoon. Come and visit directly."

　　 finished.

　　Lake waved his right hand at the police officers and special agents who had lined up behind him: "Check it out for me, even if it's a toilet, take the faucet apart to see if there is anything hidden."

　　 The police officers shouted, "Yes, sir!"

　　Lake put his hands in his pockets and looked at Sloan with a smile on his face.

　　 Sloan also had an iconic smile on his face.

　　Lake said, "Mr. Sloan, let's go, take us to your office?"

　　 Sloan didn’t make any other actions, and he made a direct gesture of asking: "Please!"

　　Lake nodded to Joe beside him.

　　 Enter the castle.

　　唰!

　　Lake looked up directly, and for the first time looked at a few women with fiery red curly hair standing in the window of the security room on the second floor of the textile factory.

　　 "Firefox!"

"…what?"

Lake stopped and looked at his Sloan. The corners of his mouth were slightly curved. He still looked at the Firefox that had disappeared from the window on the second floor, and said in a light tone: "The woman just now should be the killer Firefox, S. Mr. Long."

　　 Sloan's heart moved, his expression unchanged: "Hahaha, Inspector Edwin joked, most of us here are a group of disabled workers with physical defects, where is there any killer."

　　Lake chuckled, and said meaningfully: "Is that right? So, Mr. Sloan thinks, did my informant lie?"

　　 Sloan: "..."