The Legendary Life of an American Superhero

　　 The New York public opinion circle was completely deep-fried in the afternoon.

　　 Especially certain groups.

　　 "Shocked, the New York Police Department reappeared violent law enforcement. 》

　　 "The police beat the citizens for no reason. 》

　　 "Two innocent people were seriously injured, and the hospital was once critically ill. 》

　　 "Question..."

　　 When these scary titles are paired with the black and white photos of howling, the effect is extraordinary.

　　 Four o'clock in the afternoon.

　　 Downstairs of the New York Police Station, a group of African Americans have already taken up a strong position. Even the various cheering signs have been prepared, and slogans have been shouted together.

　　 No race can compare to these people in this matter.

　　 African Americans may not work in time, or even eat in time, but as long as there is a trace of flame in protests, demonstrations, these people will treat him as a nuclear bomb.

　　 Obviously, the black hands behind this scene have been prepared long ago.

　　 The African Americans who almost occupied the police station plaza downstairs of the New York Police Department chanted the slogan of the New York Police Department’s corruption to cover up the murderer and demanded that they arrest Lake immediately.

　　 Director Burt has convened a large wave of police officers in a meeting.

　　 "Bell!"

"Hey."

"it's me."

　　 "I know, I don't plan to buy leave slips anymore."

　　 "There is inside information, a thousand dollars."

"…it is good."

　　 "A lawyer came over to meet these two people just now."

　　 "...Why help me?"

　　 "I don't like dark-skinned people, they look weird at night."

　　"..."

　　 Lake listened to the blind tone on the phone and blinked, following this sentence a picture appeared in his mind, and suddenly two rows of whiteness appeared in the dark night...

　　 is really weird and scary.

　　Lake got up from the bed, rubbed his eyebrows, and walked into the bathroom.

　　 half an hour later.

　　Lake was still wearing gold-rimmed glasses when he walked out of the underground garage of the Star Building.

　　 looked up at the sky.

　　 The sun sets.

Hey!

　　Lake was thinking of sleeping beautifully until the night, and then going to the hospital to take the black and white people on the road, but he didn't expect the plan to keep up with the changes.

　　 This guy hiding behind the scenes doesn’t even plan to give me a night’s rest.

　　Lake shook his head shook his head.

　　 This person hiding behind the pair of black and white non-mainstream players can tell at a glance, obviously intending to keep Lake to death all the time.

　　 Is this asking me to die socially?

　　What kind of hatred or grudge?

　　 is fine.

　　 This guy is not very smart.

　　 Lake stopped a taxi and reported the address of the New Amsterdam Hospital.

think about it.

Rather than find a lawyer for the black and white couple to deal with Lake, it is better to find a killer and do the two people quietly. In this way, not only will Lake be charged with the crime of missed murder, but also he can be treated like this. Behind the scenes is completely hidden.

　　 What a pity...

　　 This guy is not good at IQ.

　　 I will go over and chop off these two people now, no one to call the police, I see what you have to do.

　　 A gleam of cold light flashed in Lake's eyes.

　　 Don't let him know who the man hiding behind is, let him know, Lake promised to let this guy survive.

　　 soon.

　　 New Amsterdam Hospital is here.

　　 At this moment, the New Amsterdam Hospital has also been stopped by a large group of journalists and media. There is no doubt that they are waiting for news from inside.

　　 It's better to be black and white with the news that he died from his injuries.

　　 The New York media like it the most for fear that the world will not be chaotic. The more chaotic this matter, the more reports they will report, and the more reports they will need to say, their bonuses and commissions will also be very high.

　　 go straight all the way.

　　 Lake, whose glasses had been taken off, stood in the lobby on the first floor of the hospital looking at the two police officers at the elevator door, frowning.

　　 Good intentions to do bad things.

　　 The two police officers must have been arranged by the New York Police Department. In a word, the New York Police Department’s people who don’t want to die in black and white are the ones who stay in whether they want Pauleck or not.

　　 is not dead, everything is easy to say.

　　 is dead, it is estimated that the mayor who just took office this month will have something to say.

　　 What a pity...

　　 They are dead, I'm talking.

　　 Lake glanced at the guarding police officer, then passed the elevator directly, and walked towards the toilet on the first floor.

　　 I can't get up after guarding the elevator?

　　Someone is a killer, not to mention the hospital, a secret room can be entered.

　　 "Boom!"

"Who."

　　 "Boom!"

　　"..."

　　Lake opened the toilet door with a kick, and knocked the young doctor in a white coat ready to take off his pants in front of him with a knife, then turned around and closed the door and opened the guy's clothes.

　　 Two minutes later.

When Lake, wearing a white coat, walked out of the bathroom, he smiled slightly at a patient who was about to go in, and showed the sign under repair in front of the entrance of the men’s bathroom, indicating that the patient in front of him can go to the next door. The female toilet is resolved.

　　 The patient pointed to the female toilet behind him and looked at Lake. He seemed to ask again, okay?

　　Lake shrugged his shoulders, looking like why not.

　　 The patient nodded, clutched his stomach and ran in.

three!

　　二!

One!

　　 "Ah!" A sharp woman's cry came from the women's toilet. The police officers on the elevator side looked at each other, and walked across to the toilet with Lake.

　　 soon.

　　Lake got into the elevator.

　　 The elevator goes up.

　　 Three minutes later.

　　 Lake politely said to let, and then walked straight out of the elevator.

　　 This layer is not an ICU.

　　 The ICU is on the upper floor, but it’s not impossible to take the elevator directly to the ICU at this time, but it’s definitely impossible to get in. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　Because there must be a police officer from the New York Police Department there. If you stole a white coat, you can at most pretend to be a doctor. You can walk in the department at will. If you want to rely on the white coat to enter the ICU, I think too much.

　　 That is the plot in the movie.

　　Lake grabbed a white coat mainly because he didn't want to splash blood on himself when he was going to kill.

　　 After all, Lake seems to be rich, but it is actually very poor. The house is given away, and the car is an old second-hand car that has been used for five years, so this set of tailor-made suits can still be seen.

　　 is only such a set of customization. Lake has a simple dream. When he can draw a lottery as he wants, he will fill his closet with all kinds of customized suits.

　　 entered the stairs next to him, climbed one floor, turned a corner, and suddenly saw a special password door for medical staff leading to the ICU.

　　12138!

　　Lake wearing leather gloves directly entered the password that he had bought with the Continental Hotel with a gold coin when he had just left the Star Building.

　　 ding.

　　 The red light on the code lock turned into a green light instantly.

　　 open the door.

　　 A nurse who just passed by looked at Lake who walked in through the small door and frowned: "Hey, which department are you in, I don’t know..."

　　 Lake pointed the pistol at the little nurse in front of him, looked at the latter’s face with a moment of horror, smiled and said: “It’s okay, you can call, you call, I promise not to kill you.

　　 The words fall.

what! !

　　 A high-pitched female voice chasing a certain Russian tenor instantly resounded from the spot to the entire ICU patient. The little nurse in front of her dropped the file in her hand, bent her hands and shouted with all her strength.

　　There are assassins! !