A week later.
Lake, who announced that he was on sick leave due to a work-related injury, ended his leave.
early morning.
Lake yawned and said, "I suddenly thought that maybe not going to work wouldn't be a bad idea."
I really lost my mind at that time.
Lake thought so while drinking his coffee. He had a very flexible job but instead of doing it well, he had to find a part-time job, a part-time job that required him to get up early in the morning.
Isn't it nice to make money by killing people, or am I essentially destined to be an office worker?
Lake shook his head.
His girlfriend, Maureen, walked down the spiral staircase and just heard what Lake said. She rolled her eyes and said, "Where on earth did you find the doctor's diagnosis?"
Lake chuckled and said, "This is a secret."
He paid for the diagnosis.
Three hundred dollars, a genuine product, a diagnosis issued by a leading surgeon at New Amsterdam Hospital, the designated hospital of the New York Police Department. After taking it to the police station, I was immediately approved for a week of work injury recovery leave.
Remember the little nurse who helped Lake explode after the apartment exploded.
Um.
It was the young nurse who sold her to Lake. It should have been a week ago. The day after Lake was found out by his girlfriend that he was faking illness, he received a call from the young nurse.
The young nurse spoke in a tone that was thick with underground transactions.
"Hey dear, can you buy a leave application? The real kind, with a 100% fine for any false claim, and you can also specify the recommended number of days for recovery as per your requirements. Do you need one, dear?"
"…"
Lake did some calculations at the time and found that a one-week leave application would cost about $300, while his daily salary was around $150.
Very cost-effective.
He can earn almost four days' wages just by lying at home.
So Lake bought one at that time and left the nurse's phone number in case he needed it in the future. According to the nurse, she can do anything within the hospital, including customized CT images, and also accept physical health checks when you retire, which can help your pension increase by nearly one thousand US dollars in injury and illness benefits every month.
Lake was immediately stunned by her beauty.
Went out the door.
When Lake drove from the underground garage to the ground, his girlfriend, who was waiting at the door of the building, tightened her scarf and got on the passenger seat.
The weather in November is already starting to get colder.
but...
Two months have passed since September, and the citizens of New York City have gradually come out of the September incident. The cleanup work of the World Trade Center is still going on, but compared to the previous two months, it is like the haze has gradually dissipated.
Of course.
November also brought the resignation of the former New York City mayor.
His downfall was inevitable.
During his term, the World Trade Center incident doomed him to fail in re-election, and there was also the textile factory incident last month. Wow, as a mayor, you are actually related to a killer organization. You must step down, no room for negotiation.
Although the former mayor stated in front of reporters and the media that he was also deceived, it was of no use. The people only saw that he became the mayor by taking the money given by the killer organization.
so...
About four days ago, the mayor made up his mind sadly. The new mayor is an acquaintance.
wrong.
He is an acquaintance of Cassel, the downstairs neighbor. The mayor is a fan of Cassel's books, so when they were having dinner yesterday, Cassel asked with a proud look on his face if he would like to introduce him to Lake.
Lake sprayed Cassel in the face.
Does he need a backstage?
I myself am the strongest backer.
New York Police Department Building.
Maureen, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked at Lake and said, "Aren't you going up?"
Lake shrugged: "I'm going to the 33rd precinct."
"what?"
"Something."
"All right."
After Lake waited for his girlfriend to get out of the car, he restarted the car and drove towards the 33rd police station.
Wesley is still in the precinct.
Lake always keeps his promises. He promised to give Wesley an ordinary life, so Lake will guarantee this most basic condition.
Of course.
If Wesley did something stupid it was none of his business.
What Lake promised Carlos at the time was that he would not let Wesley be taken away from the textile factory, nor would he let Wesley face life imprisonment. Other than that, there was nothing else.
Half an hour later.
Lake parked the car at the 33rd police station, drove straight, greeted a detective he was on good terms with, and then saw Wesley in the detention room, who looked a little miserable after having spent a week there.
Wesley had been having a rough few days.
He thought his life would be very different from then on, but he didn't expect that before he became a killer, he became a criminal suspect, and he had been detained here for many days.
Wesley had thought about hiring a lawyer. He had money. He had $100,000 transferred from the mutual aid association into his bank card.
but...
The detective here told him directly when he was looking for a lawyer: think about it, and go through the legal process after finding a lawyer.
Wesley hesitated.
Then...
I have been waiting here until now.
"Ahem."
"…It's you?"
Lake stood outside the detention room, staring at Wesley who looked up at him. After noticing the look in Wesley's eyes, he smiled and said, "You seem to hate me."
Wesley said nothing, but his body language left no doubt about it.
Lake chuckled.
This is really a naive person.
Putting aside the fact that the Mutual Aid Society wanted to train Wesley to kill his father Carlos, just to say one thing, do you really think that being a killer is so cool?
Does this guy think that reality is playing a game? Being a killer, a guy with an average IQ would not think of being a killer.
Of course.
Except Lake.
"You can go now."
"…"
Lake looked at Wesley, who was pretending to be stunned, and said calmly, "I promised your father that I wouldn't let you get into any messy jobs that might kill you tomorrow. So, take care of yourself when you get out. I'll only help you this time. Next time, you'll be on your own."
Said.
Lake looked at his friend, the detective from the 33rd Precinct, and shook his head. "What are these young people thinking about? Why don't they just work hard and become assassins?"
The friend looked at Lake speechlessly: "You are not that old."
Lake shrugged: "Thirty."
My heart is bleeding. I am almost at the age of hair loss, but I still haven't pulled out the SSR-level immortal body. What's the use of having an immortal body?
Immortality and immortality are the true golden legend.
Wesley, who was inside, listened to the two people outside singing the same tune and said uncertainly, "I can really go out now. What about... the case?"
Lake and his friend looked at each other.
Next second.
Burst into laughter.
…