the next day.
Lake woke up feeling refreshed.
Today is another energetic day.
Lake felt very happy when he thought about earning 1.5 million today. Even when he was eating breakfast, there was a smile on his face.
"Stop laughing."
"…"
Lake looked up at his girlfriend, who said, "Eat quickly so I can clean up and get back to the police station."
Just as Lake expected.
New York was very noisy late last night. When I woke up early in the morning, according to incomplete statistics, there were more than twenty calls to the police last night, and the frequency was abnormally high.
Manhattan.
Brooklyn.
Queens.
Even in Long Island, someone called the police and reported a shootout, but curiously, when the patrol officers arrived, there was blood on the ground but no bodies.
There were even no traces of blood at the scene of some reported crimes.
This is weird.
No one at the New York Police Department could explain exactly what was going on, but they still required all police officers to report to headquarters as soon as possible, and Maureen was one of those who needed to go there as soon as possible.
Lake doesn't need it.
He is on vacation.
Work injury leave provides a full week of rest. After all, for a detective, having his right hand holding the gun hung up is basically the same as a long-distance runner without a leg.
Lake said to Morin, "It's okay, the housekeeping staff will be here soon."
Seeing this, Mo Lin said, "Then I'll leave first. You stay home and behave yourself. Remember, you are injured. You are a wounded soldier."
Lake nodded in response.
Stay at home?
How is that possible? How can he get his 1.5 million by staying at home? After a night of intense gunfight, Lake felt that Carlos was almost at the end of his rope.
If he wasted time and was attacked by his colleagues, Lake wouldn't know who to cry to.
so...
Ten minutes after his girlfriend Maureen left the house, Lake went downstairs. When he went downstairs, he asked his downstairs neighbor, Cassel, who had recently been trying to think of a plot for his new book and couldn't come up with a plan to write his male protagonist to death, to help open the door when the housekeeper came.
Out of the Star Building.
corner.
Lake took off his gold-rimmed glasses, which were a prop for the rules, walked to the side of the road, hailed a taxi, got in, and told the driver the address agreed upon with Carlos.
Hell Gate Bridge.
Block 20.
Lake got out of the taxi and his eyes fell on the direction of the sewage treatment plant, which was about a kilometer away and close to the bank of the East River but had been bankrupt for some time.
That was the address Carlos and Lake had agreed upon.
One million, here I come.
When Lake first got off the car, he wondered if Carlos was fooling him, but as he walked towards the sewage treatment plant, this idea disappeared.
There are many killers here.
As for how Lake recognized him, I can only say that it was a professional intuition, just like a smoker who can clearly recognize who are his fellow smokers in the crowd.
Entering the sewage treatment plant.
At first glance, Lake saw several killers hiding around. Their attention was all directed towards the dark factory building not far away.
"Bang!"
A muffled sound was heard.
Lake watched a killer cautiously walk into the factory, and then after a muffled sound, he fell directly to the ground ten meters inside the factory door.
A bullet blew open the top of his head!
Don't overestimate your abilities!
Lake laughed in his heart and had no sympathy for the dead killer. There were more and more newbies joining the killer world these days, and the quality of killers was getting worse and worse.
and...
Those who come here to claim the bounty are all killers with relatively poor overall qualities. In a word, top killers who have no shortage of money and have achieved financial freedom will not come here for this small amount of money, $1.5 million.
As for those who are at the top but have not achieved financial freedom, it will be even more impossible.
Cross Carlos is at the same level as them, so they know Carlos's strength very well. It is not worth it to do it for 1.5 million, and the bounty of 1.5 million is not enough for the top killers to form a group to kill Carlos.
so...
Carlos actually lasted the whole night.
But that's all.
Lake shook his head, took a few steps, and walked towards the factory where there were already three bodies at the door.
Just then.
Bang!
A bullet shot from a silenced sniper rifle flew straight from behind Lake, aiming directly at the back of Lake's head.
"Bang!"
"puff!"
Lake drew his gun with his backhand, swung it, and after knocking out the bullet, he fired again, directly shooting the young killer squatting on the water tower. He smiled coldly and looked around: "If you don't have this ability, don't come and die. Is it worth it?"
Finished.
Lake didn't bother to pay attention to the killer's thoughts outside and went straight into the factory.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Lake blasted away a bullet with a tricky angle, and said with a smile: "I will not be buried with you, Carlos."
Carlos, clutching his abdomen, stood up from behind a barrier in the factory with a pale face. He smiled and said, "I have to try and see if you are worthy enough to take my bounty."
Lake nodded: "Understood."
If he were in Carlos' position, he would not be willing to let his life be taken by a guy who is not as strong as him. After all, this is the last stubbornness of a strong man.
Lake stood at the factory door and fired a shot behind him without even looking, blowing up the thigh of a killer who seemed to be about to come in to see if he could pick on him. Then he looked at Carlos and said, "Are you hurt?"
Carlos forced a laugh and said, "I met a tough guy."
"Freelance killer or organized killer?"
"Organized."
"Black Caesar?"
"no."
"Arthur?"
"That guy will only cause accidents and won't fight me."
"That's right, but there aren't many left to kill. Could it be from a professional killer production company?"
"right."
Lake screamed and once again shot down a fearless assassin: "They are a group of fearless killers."
Carlos agreed, "When I killed him, I didn't see any fear in his eyes."
Lake seemed to be chatting casually: "I heard that the assassins of this assassin production company seem to be exactly the same. I seriously suspect that they are clones."
Carlos said, "If you had cloning technology, would you train these people to be killers?"
Lake shook his head: "No."
Finished.
Lake and Carlos both burst out laughing.
quite a while.
Carlos took a few deep breaths and turned over his right hand that was pressing on his abdomen. Suddenly, the wound began to bleed profusely. With a swish, Carlos looked straight at Lake, as if he wanted to see clearly into Lake's heart: "Remember your promise, Black King."
Lake didn't dodge and looked Carlos straight in the eye: "I will keep my promise. As long as he doesn't commit suicide, I will ensure that he lives a normal life."
Carlos nodded, took out a photo of a woman from his arms, looked at it deeply, kissed it, and then closed his eyes: "Do it."
Lake said, "Okay, take care!"
The words fell.
Bang!
…
PS: Black Caesar - from "The Line"!
PS: Arthur - from "The Mechanic"!
PS: Killer Professional Production Company - from "Agency 47"!