The gunfight is over.
One body after another was found and neatly arranged aside. The injured SWAT officers and police officers as well as the surviving killer were rushed to the hospital with the help of ambulances one after another.
The entire textile factory has been surrounded by the New York Police Department.
The scene was almost the same as the World Trade Center incident last month.
Bang!
Bang!
Commissioner Burt and Superintendent Montgomery got out of their respective cars and saw Lake sitting on the steps with his right arm in a sling and a bandage on his forehead.
Jesus Christ.
Those corpses, my God, how many people died?
The two looked at each other and then walked towards Lake.
Seeing this, Joe, who was standing nearby, tiptoed towards Lake, who was chatting with SWAT Captain Jack, who had also been simply bandaged.
Lake came back to his senses and looked at Joe.
Qiao looked at the director and the police inspector who were approaching.
Seeing this, Lake stood up and greeted Chief Burt and Superintendent Montgomery: "Chief, Superintendent!"
Bert looked around. The bullet casings and bloodstains on the ground were very conspicuous. "Is the arrest over?"
Lake followed Burt's gaze and hummed.
I felt curious.
He had already given instructions during the search just now, and dug three feet deep into the ground, but they didn't find a single gun during the search. When the war broke out, wow, the firepower of this textile factory was almost as strong as that of an entire company.
So where were these guys hiding their munitions before?
Caroline from the Public Crisis Relations Department also walked over from a distance. After greeting Director Burt, she turned to Lake and said, "Lake, what's going on? How do I tell the reporters who are still arriving outside?"
Lake looked directly at his immediate superior, Montgomery, and then signaled with his eyes to Carlos, the police station's external image with blond hair, sweet looks and a large number of favorable impressions in the hearts of the people, indicating that Caroline should go to Montgomery.
Caroline looked directly at Montgomery.
No less than ten media outlets have gathered outside the cordon since half an hour ago, and the number is still increasing.
After all, the ambulances arriving one after another cannot be hidden from anyone.
Caroline, who was just annoyed by a group of reporters, didn't care about so many things now. She just wanted the information. It didn't matter who gave it to her. As long as she could deal with the group of reporters who were like jackals, it was good enough.
Montgomery looked at Lake and Caroline, who were both looking at him. His face darkened and he looked directly at the highest-ranking official here, New York Police Commissioner Burt.
Bert was slightly stunned, then said to Lake in a bad mood: "Your case, you are responsible!"
Lake smiled, stood up, walked aside with Caroline, and then briefly recounted the whole process of this operation.
Caroline listened carefully.
Half an hour later.
The New York Daily News was the first to write the report and published the electronic report on its own website at the fastest speed.
Shocked! The textile factory that donated 5 million, his true identity turned out to be...
Return to the police vehicle.
Lake looked at the headline on the Internet on Joe's mobile phone while driving, and blinked. By the way, how did the New York Daily learn to use such a strong sense of shock?
besides...
Lake blinked, looked at the electronic photo of himself published in the newspaper, and pointed his phone at Joe: "Do you think this photo is particularly domineering?"
Detective Lake Edwin, head of the Serious Crime Unit 3, led a SWAT team to destroy the secret killer base.
I'm famous now.
As for why I used Joe's phone to watch it, there is an explanation.
Lake's cell phone is an old-fashioned flip phone, not a smart phone. It's okay for making calls and sending text messages, but using it to surf the Internet is a complete dream.
Lake wanted to use a smartphone.
But who knows if someone will install some backdoor to eavesdrop on him. In short, for safety reasons, Lake refuses to use a mobile phone unless he wins any electronic technology in the lottery.
Joe, driving carefully, glanced at Lake, who seemed narcissistic as he looked at his own photo. He didn't answer the question, but asked in confusion, "Lake, I still don't quite understand why they suddenly attacked?"
When Joe saw the mayor's car coming in, he was mentally prepared to go back and sit on the bench with Lake, or be fired, but who knew there would be such an unexpected turn of events.
Lake smiled and thought for a moment: "If someone killed your husband in front of you, would you explode?"
Joe rolled his eyes at Lake in annoyance: "That's an inappropriate metaphor."
Lake shrugged and said, "But this is the most appropriate metaphor, so Sloan has no choice."
Either they watch Lake dismantle the loom of fate, and the faith of the mutual aid society ends there, or they take a chance, maybe they can fight back.
pity...
Lake won.
Downstairs of the police station.
As Lake got out of the car, a fragrant breeze blew over, and then Lake saw his girlfriend Maureen running down the stairs and hugging him.
Maureen looked at Lake's hanging right arm, blinked and looked at Lake.
Lake smiled and said, "It's just a minor injury!"
Joe next to him lowered his head and curled his lips. What minor injury? There was no injury at all. The reason why Lake was hung up, in his words, was that everyone was injured, and it would be unreasonable for him not to be injured. Moreover, it would be difficult to write the closing report when the time comes.
so...
Lake had one arm in a sling.
Lake now feels a little regretful, not because of anything else, but because it seems that he hung the wrong arm. He should have hung up his left hand, which he did not use often, instead of his right hand, which he used often.
This led to one thing.
At dinner that night, Lake couldn't even hold the fork in his left hand.
Girlfriend Maureen is laughing.
Lake fiddled with it for a while, sighed, and seemed to have given up on the meatballs in the bowl. It was finally not a vegetable day, but in the end he couldn't eat it.
Morin, who was sitting opposite, shook his head, stood up and walked over.
When Maureen was about to feed him, Lake refused. But after the meatball entered his mouth, Lake suddenly felt that hanging his right arm didn't seem to be a bad thing.
If nothing happened tonight, Lake felt that he might be able to enjoy a wave of imperial enjoyment tonight.
Unfortunately, I have something to do tonight.
The money in the safe of the textile factory could not be taken, but Lake felt that he should be able to take the next two waves of money.
At the very least, you can get the protection fee from the good-for-nothing Xiaobai.
What?
What if Carlos changes his mind? The textile factory is gone now, so Carlos can just eat and vomit?
hehe.
If that were the case, Lake guaranteed that Carlos would regret it very much. It was easy for Lake to kill someone outside during the day. Similarly, it would be even easier for Lake to kill someone in the detention room of the police station.
I bet he dares not to give me the money!
That's what I earned from my labor!
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