Wow!
Wow!
Wow!
Three police cars and six explosion-proof vehicles roared out of the New York Police Department headquarters, sirens blaring, and headed straight for the castle-like textile factory located near the New Jersey River.
The car is driving at eighty miles per hour!
Along the way, this lineup attracted the attention of countless New Yorkers watching on the roadside.
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Carlos came late last night because something happened.
There was a reason why Carlos came late. Last night, Carlos stayed at the Continental Hotel until his son got off work, and then secretly followed him. He received news that his son Wesley was being targeted by the Mutual Aid Society.
As expected.
Firefox came out to hook up with his son.
Carlos had a gunfight with Fox in a discount store in Queens, but his son was still convinced that Fox was a good person because of his beauty, got into Fox's car and ran away.
That's why Carlos came a little late today.
at the moment?
Carlos followed behind in an ordinary car, watching the police car in front move forward. His face remained expressionless, but no one knew what he was thinking.
Is that guy planning to use the NYPD to fight against the mutual aid group?
Carlos guessed this yesterday when he heard Lake ask him to watch at the police station in the morning, but he didn't quite believe it. It's not that he didn't believe anything else, but he didn't believe that the New York Police Department would attack the textile factory.
Family members know their own business.
Over the years, the Mutual Aid Association has not only established a good cooperative relationship with the Disabled Persons' Federation by relying on the textile factory, but the factory director has also spent a lot of money to join the mayor's campaign team.
Now the land near the castle belongs to the mutual aid association. This is the reward for the success of the mayor's campaign team. If there is no reward, who would use real money to support the mayor's campaign?
so...
Carlos didn't quite believe that based on this relationship, the New York Police Department would attack the textile factory based on his so-called confession.
But now Carlos was confused.
But Carlos was also not optimistic about the police station's action this time. After all, the police station was in the open. Even if they went to the textile factory, they would not be able to find any evidence to prove that the textile factory belonged to the killer organization.
So what on earth is that guy playing?
Do you want to gamble?
Carlos thought so in his heart.
Half an hour later.
Just as Lake was leading the SWAT team across the bridge leading to the castle and approaching the city, the factory manager Sloan, who was discussing the explosion of David's apartment yesterday in the textile factory, received a call.
After hanging up the phone.
Sloan listened to the alarm bells getting closer and closer, narrowed his eyes, and said to the people sitting in his office, "The New York Police Department is here, get back to work."
Firefox and the others looked at each other.
The butcher said in a deep voice: "Where is that guy?"
Sloan frowned slightly, remembering that Wesley, who had come this morning to join them and was now tied up and about to undergo special training, said to the butcher, "Hasn't training started yet?"
The butcher shook his head.
Sloan said, "Let him go to the warehouse first. We'll talk to him after we've dealt with the police outside."
The butcher nodded.
Outside the castle.
Lake got out of the car and looked up at the textile factory in front of him, which looked like a medieval castle. This thing was an antique after all. Instead of letting that useless guy blow it up, it would be better to let Lake preserve it intact.
About five minutes later!
Snap!
The castle's drawbridge slowly opened.
A white-haired and bearded factory manager named Sloan came out with a team of textile factory managers and walked straight towards Lake: "Welcome, Inspector Edwin."
Lake narrowed his eyes, his expression unchanged, and shook hands: "Good afternoon, Mr. Sloan."
It's not surprising that Sloan knew him. After all, half an hour has passed. It is estimated that in the past five minutes, Sloan has obtained all the information about Lake.
But you're dead today.
I said.
After shaking hands, Lake raised his hand to Joe next to him.
Joe understood and showed Sloan the signed search warrant. "Mr. Sloan, we suspect your textile factory is directly related to a killer organization. Here is the search warrant."
Sloan looked horrified, as if he couldn't believe it. "We're a killer organization. I think this must be a huge misunderstanding. Look at them. Do you think the NYPD thinks a group of people with physical disabilities are killers?"
Lake was too lazy to argue with Sloan: "Mr. Sloan, so you don't want us to go in and search?"
Sloan looked at Lake.
Their eyes met.
Sloan's heart suddenly moved. After all, 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 a strong murderous intent in Lake's eyes.
The kind that is not concealed.
Yes.
Lake had not concealed anything in the first place. The more he did so, the higher the chance that the Mutual Aid Society would take risks. Once the gunshots were heard, Lake would have no trouble even if he blew up the castle.
"Mr. Sloane?"
"…"
Sloane came back to his senses, laughed, and gestured to invite him in. "Of course, our textile factory has always abided by the law. Inspector Edwin, please feel free to search. However, if you can't find anything, then Inspector Edwin might be in some trouble."
Lake chuckled. "Don't worry about that, Mr. Sloan. Mr. Sloan, let me be clear. It took me a whole day to get this search warrant. I was planning to come over right after I got my stitches done yesterday afternoon."
Finished.
Lake waved his right hand towards the police officers and special agents who had lined up behind him and said, "Check it for me. Even in the toilet, take apart the faucets and see if there's anything hidden."
The officers all shouted, "Yes, sir!"
Lake put his hands in his pockets and looked at Sloan with a smile on his face.
Sloan also had a signature smile on his face.
Lake said, "Mr. Sloan, come on, take us to your office?"
Sloan didn't make any other moves, just made a gesture of invitation: "Please!"
Lake nodded to Joe beside him.
Enter the castle.
Swish!
Lake looked up and immediately looked at the women with fiery red curly hair who were standing at the windows of the textile factory security room on the second floor and looking at him.
"Firefox!"
"...What?"
Lake looked at Sloan, who had stopped and was looking at him. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He still looked at Firefox, who had disappeared from the second-floor window, and said in a light tone: "That woman just now, should be the killer Firefox, Mr. Sloan."
Sloan's heart was moved, but his expression remained unchanged. "Hahaha, Inspector Edwin, you're joking. Most of us here are disabled workers with physical defects. There are no killers here."
Lake chuckled and said meaningfully, "Really? So, Mr. Sloan thinks my informant lied?"
Sloan: "…"
Have a nice weekend!