Half an hour later.
The entire apartment building has been surrounded by New York Police Department law enforcement forces, and the cordon of the apartment has even been placed at the corner of the street.
In a medical car.
With his right arm exposed and his gold-rimmed glasses put on again, Lake was receiving disinfectant treatment from the lovely nurse.
His immortality only ensures that he is immortal and has a healthy body, but he can still be injured. Unless it is a bullet in the head, the bullet will be expelled by itself. Other bullets will not come out by themselves.
And the pain won't go away.
"hiss!"
Lake's right arm trembled slightly, and he subconsciously retracted it, but was pulled back by the cute nurse.
The youthful and beautiful nurse said without even looking up: "Don't move."
The voice was very low, but unmistakable, as if a powerful force of law had descended.
Lake opened his mouth: "..."
Not far away.
Joe, who also had a bandage on his forehead, walked over and just heard the conversation between Lake and the nurse. It was a bit unbelievable. It was hard to connect Lake, who said it hurt when he had a little skin broken, with the tough guy who had just exchanged gunfire with the killer in the corridor and kicked away the grenade.
Qiao shook off his random thoughts: "Are you okay?"
Lake looked up at Joe, who was walking towards him with a bandage on his forehead, and asked, "Are you okay?"
"good."
"That's good."
Joe was silent for a while, then said to Lake, "Thank you."
Lake glanced at Joe and said, "It's okay. Once George's mission is over, just report there."
Qiao: "…"
At this moment, two bodies and three injured people were carried out from the apartment exit. The old lady in 502 opposite 503 and her son who lived with her were unfortunately killed in the explosion.
After answering questions from reporters who had come to the cordon, Police Chief Montgomery walked over with a dark look on his face.
Joe greeted Montgomery: "Sir!"
Montgomery looked at Lake sitting in the ambulance with a hint of helplessness on his dark face: "After being suspended for a month, I forgot that your famous saying is about big scenes."
Lake shrugged. "Sir, my motto is, I have no sympathy for evil."
What a big scene?
This is completely uncontrollable. After all, the New York Serious Crime Squad deals with extremely vicious criminals, and unlike Groups One and Two, Group Three only has Lake. Naturally, when arresting criminals, a gunfight is inevitable.
Blame it on...
This is all the NRA's fault.
Who is to blame for the proliferation of guns across the United States because of the Rifle Association? Not to mention guns, ordinary people can even buy RPGs if they are willing.
"Oh, so I misunderstood you?"
"I don't mind."
"I mind!"
Montgomery's voice rose slightly, his eyebrows twitching as he looked at the gaping hole on the fifth floor of the apartment building left by the grenade explosion. "You just got back to work, and as soon as you go on a mission, you throw the public loss budget for the second half of this year into it. And what did you find out?"
Qiao interrupted, "Sir, we..."
Lake looked directly at Montgomery: "That anonymous person belongs to a killer organization, a killer organization that exists in New York."
Joe blinked.
The angry expression on Montgomery's face changed, and then he looked at Lake without saying anything.
Lake got out of the ambulance, stretched his right arm, and said to Montgomery, "That anonymous person, David Comers, also belongs to this assassin organization. I got news from my informant that an assassin defected from this organization some time ago, and the organization wanted to make an example of him, so..."
Said.
Lake shrugged and stopped talking.
Informant?
That doesn't exist. The reason why Lake is called an informant is simply so that after the matter is over, he can apply to the police station for an informant fee with a maximum limit of US$2,000.
Two thousand dollars is a drop in the bucket for a lottery draw, but two thousand dollars can provide Lake with living expenses for this month.
If I tell it to others, no one will believe it.
The captain of the New York Police Department's Third Major Crimes Unit has to rely on embezzling informant fees to support himself.
"Your informant?"
"Yes, sir."
"Is the information reliable?"
"hundred percent."
Montgomery looked at Lake, was silent for a while, turned around and walked outside: "I'll give you ten days to give me an explanation, otherwise I will turn you in."
The incident directly used up the public compensation budget of the Serious Crime Unit in the second half of the year. Montgomery's heart was bleeding. If it weren't for this incident, the money could have been paid out as a bonus at the end of the year.
but...
If the public compensation budget in the second half of the year can be used to destroy a killer organization, then Montgomery will not feel bad and may even make a profit.
soon.
After most of the police officers who were cleaning up the apartment after the explosion had evacuated, Lake and Joe walked back into the apartment.
A huge hole was smashed in the corridor on the fifth floor.
When we entered apartment 503, the fire had already been put out. The entire apartment was burned to ashes. At first glance, there was nothing of value left.
Several police officers were searching for something they thought was valuable in the ruins of a fire-ravaged apartment, such as the address of a killer organization.
but...
Lake didn't need to at all, because the address of the mutual aid society was very conspicuous, on the bank of the river near New Jersey in New York, in a former castle converted into a textile factory.
only...
This textile factory was registered as a company, paid taxes properly, employed a group of deaf and mute people, and provided about 300 jobs to the New York City government.
so...
Even if Lake knew the address of the mutual aid association, it would be difficult for him to lead the team directly there.
Because there is no evidence.
really.
Back in the office, Montgomery's face darkened after hearing Lake's demands on the textile factory's rivals. "You want to lead a team to blockade a textile factory that donated nearly five million dollars to the World Trade Center incident last month, and a textile factory that was visited by the mayor and governor just two weeks ago?"
Lake nodded: "Yes."
Montgomery put down his pen, wiped his face, and then his eyes wandered, feeling a sense of unreality: "Do you have any evidence?"
"evidence?"
Lake said, "No, but that's the headquarters of a killer organization called the Mutual Aid Society. I'm going there with the special forces team now, and I'll be able to present the evidence to you tonight."
Montgomery was in a bad mood. "You want me to hand over the SWAT team to you without any evidence, and then follow you to a textile factory that provides jobs to the New York Association for the Disabled?"
Said.
Montgomery's face turned dark: "Don't even think about it!"
Lake: "…"