What?"
"You heard me, I bet there's no bullet in your gun."
Lake put his hands in his pockets, showing his gentlemanly demeanor, and pointed his gun politely at the opposite side with a tense expression. If you didn't look carefully, you would think he was the killer. Or said so.
Unlimited bullet version of Glock 17.
No matter how many bullets Lake fired with this gun, it seemed very reasonable to others, but only Lake himself knew that there were no bullets left in the gun.
At least there will be no more bullets for the next six minutes.
Lake had done an experiment. Although this gun could fire indefinitely, there were bullets in the magazine when the first shot was fired. Once the twelve bullets were used up, it would take ten minutes to refill the magazine.
During this period, except for Lake himself, no one else could shoot.
Besides.
No one else would even be able to pull the trigger if Lake didn't want to.
Orr listened to Lake's words and thought Lake was trying to scare him. His face was grim and he said, "You think I don't dare? Then go to hell."
The words fell.
With a click.
"What?"
"Bang!"
Lake kicked Orr down on the sofa, grabbed the pistol with his right hand, and looked at the controller that fell to the ground. It was obvious that Orr had just used this thing to control the power switch.
pity.
In the end, Orr lost because of his stupidity.
If Orr was really smart, he would know that a killer, a real killer, would never throw a weapon in front of his target for no reason, unless he was fishing.
Orr had thought of this before, but unfortunately, he chose to gamble.
Lost the bet.
Lake looked at Orr on the floor expressionlessly: "Guess if I fire, will there be any bullets?"
Orr's eyes narrowed, his mouth full of blood, and he looked up at Lake: "No, wait, wait..."
"Bang!"
"…"
Lake looked at Or who had fallen to the ground with an expressionless face and sighed. He had clearly been given the opportunity before, so why didn't he use it?
Just then.
After hearing the gunshots, the law enforcement officers outside the residence immediately chose to storm the house.
The corners of Lake's mouth curved up.
Bang!
In a nearby bar.
"hiss!"
"What's wrong?"
Lake, who was talking to his girlfriend Maureen, rubbed his brow and said, "I'm a little sleepy."
Although Lake had the experience of committing suicide with a gun the first time, he thought he was immune to it, but it happened again. Well, Lake felt that he should be less subtle about this kind of thing in the future. If it happened a few more times, Lake felt that he was not far from schizophrenia.
Said.
Lake shook his head and looked at Morin: "Why did you come here suddenly?"
Maureen said, "The killer is at Jefferson Orr's house. Was it you who called him?"
Lakeha smiled and said, "What killer? I'm the inspector, how could I possibly know a killer? I, Lake Edwin, have always been sworn enemies of evil."
"Really?"
"certainly."
"That's good, police station. The FBI has already surrounded the house. This time, the killer can't escape. However, this is also a good thing."
Lake frowned and asked, "Why?"
Morin shrugged and said, "If the killer is caught, this matter will come to an end, and those who protested will be explained. What remains is to hope that he can withstand the interrogation."
Lake blinked and looked at Maureen who was staring at him closely.
After a while.
Lake shifted his gaze and sipped his drink: "There's something wrong with you, Maureen Hand!"
Something is really wrong.
Lake always thought that his girlfriend was at most a top student with a complicated family background, but a conversation he had with his girlfriend just before she went out seemed to indicate something.
Just then.
Maureen came back to his senses, took out his cell phone, glanced at the incoming call, then looked at Lake and answered the call: "Hello."
Standing in the second-floor study, Natasha Romanoff, wearing an FBI uniform and with long fiery red hair, looked at Attorney Orr, who had been shot in the eyebrow and lying on the floor, dead no more than two minutes ago, and said into the phone, "He's gone."
Maureen's eyes narrowed slightly, and then she looked at Lake, who had been in her sight since she came in.
Lake smiled and said, "What's wrong?"
Mo Lin nodded towards the other end of the phone and hung up with a calm expression: "The killer got away."
Lake raised an eyebrow, then shrugged, "That's too bad."
Maureen said, "Yeah, that's terrible."
The choice was given to you, but you didn't cherish it.
It was a wrong payment after all.
Lake drank the wine in his glass, was silent for a while, took out a key from his pocket and handed it to Maureen.
Mo Lin frowned: "What is this?"
"The key to the locker downstairs."
"What?"
Lake saw Maureen take the key, stand up and walk out of the bar, and waved his hand: "I've put all your things over there. I think it's time to end it."
Mo Lin: "…"
Yes.
It's time to end it.
It's time to let go of this relationship. If he does any later, Lake feels he will be in greater danger.
It's not life-threatening.
It's dangerous in a certain sense.
Lake really doesn't like the feeling of being kept in the dark. He admits that he is a bit hypocritical, but it is a habit that he can't change.
It's obvious.
Maureen was indeed hiding something from him, and Lake had already guessed some of it from his speculation.
so...
It's time to end it.
After Lake came to this world from his previous life, he didn't have many principles, but he still set a principle for himself.
That is to work hard to make money and become a god as soon as possible, and live the life he likes casually. As for the themes of snakes and shields, he has no interest in getting involved at all.
If Lake's guess is true, then Maureen's true identity will be revealed.
What if it's wrong?
Lake thought that it would be better to separate as soon as possible, otherwise he would not be able to control his murderous intent. Once the murderous intent was aroused, he would not be able to put away the knife even if he wanted to.
fine.
It's only half a year.
sad?
Not at all.
Maureen Hand.
Hande?
Victoria Hand?
In the taxi.
Lake couldn't help but slap himself in the face. After all, the clue was so obvious, why did he only notice it now?
Could it be that I was blinded by beauty before?
soon.
When Lake left the bar, Natasha, who had taken off her uniform and changed into casual clothes, walked in, sat next to Maureen, ordered a drink, and said, "What's wrong?"
Maureen shook her head.
Natasha frowned: "He asked?"
Maureen shook her head.
After a while.
Mo Lin took off his hidden in-ear headphones, crushed them, and said, "He didn't say anything. Besides, even if he did, it wouldn't matter. He can't find out about us."
Paused.
Morin sighed and looked at Natasha: "But Lake seems to have noticed something."
"What's wrong?"
Maureen took out the locker key Lake had just given her and laughed, "He broke up with me."
Natasha: "…"
Please be patient, my friends, and control your temper. Lao Mi is a sensitive person, and Mo Lin will give an explanation. The next few pictures will be the first to show it. If you are not satisfied, you can scold me again, okay, please!