The Legendary Life of an American Superhero

the next day.

　　 Lake was refreshed when he woke up.

　　 Today is another day full of vitality.

　　Lake felt happy when he thought of earning 1.5 million in the account today. Even when he had breakfast, his mouth was full of smiles.

　　 "Don't laugh."

　　 "……"

　　Lake looked up at his girlfriend, who said, "Hurry up and eat, so I can pack up and go back to the police station."

　　 As expected by Lake.

　　 New York was very noisy late at night last night. I got up early in the morning. According to incomplete statistics, there were more than 20 alarm calls last night, and the frequency was unusually high.

　　 Manhattan.

　　 Brooklyn.

The Queen.

　　 There were people on Long Island even calling the police that it was a gunfight, but they were a little curious. When the police arrived, there were blood stains on the ground but no corpses.

　　 There were even no blood stains in some reports.

　　 This is weird.

　　 No one in the New York Police Department can explain exactly what happened, but all police officers are still required to report to the headquarters as soon as possible. Maureen needs to go there as soon as possible.

　　Lake doesn’t need it.

　　He is on vacation.

　　 Work injury leave, there is a whole week of rest time, after all, a police detective, the right hand holding a gun hangs, it is basically the same as a long-distance runner without a leg.

　　Lake said to Maureen, "It's okay, there will be housekeeping cleaners coming."

　　 Morin said upon seeing this: "Then I'll go first, you are good at home, remember, you are injured, it is the wounded."

　　Lake nodded in response.

　　 Stay at home?

　　 How could it be possible, how to get one and a half million of one’s own when staying at home, a high-intensity gunfight all night, Lake felt that Carlos was about to run out of oil.

　　 If this delays time and causes other colleagues to make up for the knife, Lake doesn't know who he is looking for to cry.

and so……

Ten minutes after his girlfriend Maureen went out, Lake also went downstairs. When he went downstairs, he asked the neighbors downstairs to think about the story of a new book recently. Cassel, who wrote his actor to death, asked him. Go up and open the door when the housekeeping attendant comes.

　　 Out of the Star Building.

　　 corner.

　　 Lake, who took off the gold-rimmed glasses, the rule prop, walked to the side of the road and waved to a taxi. After getting in the car, he reported the address agreed by Carlos to the driver.

　　 Hell Gate Bridge.

　　 Block 20.

　　Lake got off the taxi and his eyes fell on the direction of the sewage treatment plant that was almost a kilometer away, close to the bank of the East River but had been bankrupt for a while.

　　 There is the address agreed upon by Carlos and Lake.

　　 One million, here I am.

　　 When Lake just got out of the car, he wondered if Carlos fooled himself, but when he walked to the sewage treatment plant, the idea disappeared.

　　 There are many killers here.

　　 As for how Lake recognizes it, I can only say that this is a kind of professional intuition, just like a smoker, it is reasonable to be able to clearly recognize who is the same in the crowd.

　　 Walked into the sewage treatment plant.

　　Lake saw several killers hiding around at first glance, and their attention was coincidentally looking at the dark factory building not far away.

"boom!"

　　 There was a muffled noise.

　　 Lake watched as a killer walked into the killer cautiously, and after a muffled noise came out, he rushed directly to the street on the ground ten meters within the factory door.

　　 was opened by a bullet!

　　 Overweight!

　　Lake smiled in his heart, showing no sympathy for the dead assassin. There are more and more novices entering the assassin world these days, and the quality of assassins is getting worse and worse.

　　 and...

　　 Those who want to get rewards here are killers with relatively poor comprehensive qualities. In a word, the killers who have achieved financial freedom with no shortage of money will not come here for this small amount of 1.5 million yuan.

　　 As for those top-notch ones that have not achieved financial freedom, even more so.

Carlos of the Cross is at the same level as them, so they know Carlos's strength very well. It is not worthwhile for 1.5 million, and the 1.5 million bounty is not enough for the top killers to form a group to swipe the card. Los.

and so……

　　 Carlos really persisted all night.

　　 But it's over.

　　Lake shook his head, raised his footsteps slightly, and walked towards the factory building with three corpses at the door.

at this time.

boom!

　　 A bullet fired from a silencer sniper rifle flew straight from behind Lake, and the target was pointed at the back of Lake's head.

"boom!"

　　 "Puff!"

Lake fired a backhand shot and flicked the gun. After knocking out the bullet, he buckled the shot again, directly exploding the young killer squatting on the water tower. He smiled coldly and looked around: "If you don't have this ability, don't die. It's worth ?"

　　 finished.

　　Lake didn't bother to pay attention to the idea of ​​the killer outside, and went straight into the factory.

"boom!"

"boom!"

　　Lake blasted a sharply angled bullet, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "I am not your funeral, Carlos."

　　 Carlos clutched his abdomen, and stood up from behind a barrier in the factory building with a pale face, and smiled: "Always try, are you qualified to take my bounty?"

　　Lake nodded: "Understood."

　　 It was him. If he was in the position of Carlos, he would not be willing to be taken his life by a guy whose strength was not as good as his. After all, this was the last stubbornness of a strong man.

　　Lake stood at the entrance of the factory, fired a shot directly behind him without looking, exploded a thigh that seemed to be ready to come in to see if he could pick up a cheap killer, and then looked at Carlos: "Are you injured?"

　　 Carlos reluctantly smiled: "I met a more difficult guy."

　　 "Freedom killer or organizational killer?"

"organizational."

　　 "Black Caesar?"

　　 "Not ~www.NovelMTL.com~Arthur?"

　　 "That guy will only cause accidents, and won't be a gun with me."

　　 "That's true, there are not many that can kill, is it the killer professional production company?"

"Correct."

　　 Lake wowed, and once again bombed an assassin who was not afraid of death: "That's a group of killers who are not afraid of death."

　　 Carlos seconded: "When I killed, I didn't see any scared expression in his eyes."

　　Lake seems to be chatting about the daily routine: "I heard that the killers of this killer professional production company seem to be exactly the same. I seriously suspect that they are clones."

　　 Carlos said: "If you have cloning technology, would you train these people to be killers?"

　　Lake shook his head: "No."

　　 finished.

　　Lake and Carlos both laughed.

　　Half loudly.

Carlos gasped for a few rough breaths, opened his right hand pressing on his abdomen, and for a while, the wound was bleeding, and with a sigh, Carlos looked straight at Lake, as if he wanted to see Lake’s heart clearly: "Remember Live your promise, Black King."

　　Lake did not dodge, and directly met Carlos's eyes: "My promise, I will do it. As long as he doesn't kill himself, I guarantee his ordinary life."

　　 Carlos nodded, took out a picture of a woman from his arms, took a deep look, kissed, and then closed his eyes: "Do it."

　　 Lake said, "Okay, go slowly!"

　　 The voice fell.

boom!

　　……

　　PS: Black Caesar-from "Extreme Killer"!

　　PS: Arthur-from "The Machinist"!

　　PS: Killer professional production company-from "Code 47"!