Do not move!"
"…"
Just as Lake was about to take out the book "Red Revolution", a voice came from behind him.
A man.
A man with a gun and an intact arm.
"Turn around slowly."
"…"
Lake raised his hands high, slowly turned around, and his eyes fell on a killer in front of him with a hairstyle that looked like a homeless man, holding a pistol, and wearing something like casual clothes: "Hello."
Politeness has always been what Lake insisted on.
Even when facing an enemy.
The killer didn't seem to intend to respond politely. He just pointed the gun at Lake, walked to Lake's side with an expressionless face, took out the Glock 17 from Lake's arms, and threw it to the ground.
He pulled out a shrunken Mascus machete from his waist and threw it to the ground.
He took out a sharp blade from his right leg and threw it on the ground.
even...
The killer looked at Lake expressionlessly after taking an arrow from Lake's sleeve.
Lake made an apologetic face and said, "I'm afraid of death."
The killer snorted coldly, kicked everything under his feet aside, and continued to keep a distance of two meters from Lake: "If you are afraid of death, don't play tricks. Take out the book you were looking for."
Lake turned to get it.
puff!
A silenced bullet hit Lake's feet.
The killer said in a deep voice: "Slowly, don't play tricks."
Lake immediately withdrew his hands and looked at the killer: "Then take it yourself."
MMP.
There are really a lot of requirements.
The killer seemed stunned: "What?"
Lake said, "If you're afraid that I'll play tricks on you, then come find me yourself. I won't serve you anymore."
The killer narrowed his eyes: "Aren't you afraid of death?"
Lake said, "If I give it to you, you won't kill me?"
The killer said: "Yes..."
Lake interrupted directly: "I don't believe you, just shoot if you dare."
The killer's eyes narrowed slightly.
Next second.
Bang!
The killer, who seemed to have never heard such a cheap request, just shot.
The bullet fired!
Adrenal glands!
Buzz!
His adrenaline kicked in, and Lake moved his head to the side, then grabbed hard with his left hand.
"What?"
The killer seemed stunned.
Is it true or false to catch bullets with bare hands at such a close distance?
Lake chuckled and extended his left hand in front of the killer.
The killer's eyes involuntarily fell on the clenched left hand.
After all, even killers are curious.
When he first arrived, he shot and killed two people in the house. Then, according to the organization's arrangement, he fired two shots after two thieves were led in. After he found a place to insert the USB flash drive, his boss told him that the USB flash drive had been copied and there should be a copy in the room.
So he came back to look for the copy, but unexpectedly ran into Lake.
Right now.
The left hand slowly opened under the killer's attention.
Next second.
The killer's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked up at the bullet embedded in the palm of his left hand.
but.
Lushan...Shenglongba!
A flying punch hit him directly on the chin. The killer was instantly off the ground and fell heavily to the floor, with the pistol falling to the side.
The killer stood up, wiped the blood from his mouth, and looked at Lake: "You are looking for death."
Lake slowly took off his suit jacket and said, "I don't know if I'm looking for death, but you'll be able to eat it soon. Do you believe it?"
The killer braked instantly.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
moment.
Lake and the killer started fighting directly in the study.
boom!
Lake grabbed the killer's right arm and threw him over his shoulder, slamming him hard against the bookcase. With a bang, the killer was smashed into the bookcase with the glass shattering.
Lake rolled up his sleeves expressionlessly and pulled the completely stunned killer out of the bookcase with one hand.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Punch after punch, each one faster and heavier than the last. When George and the police arrived at the scene, they saw Lake punching something that looked like mud and had a face as swollen as a suckling pig.
The image of a tyrant in a suit!
Lake's fists were covered in blood.
George and Beckett looked at each other, then quickly put away their guns and walked to Lake's side. The two of them hurriedly stopped Lake: "Lake, you can't fight anymore. If you fight, you will die."
Lake snorted coldly.
Boom!
At this moment, the killer named No. 5 had his first independent thought in his life.
It's finally over.
Lake took the towel handed to him by Beckett and wiped the blood off his hands: "How's Joe?"
George said, "The bullet has been removed. The doctor said that if the bullet had moved a little to the left, Joe would have died. However, Joe has lost too much blood. The doctor said that if Joe can make it through the next three days, he should be fine."
"That's good."
Beckett said: "I think Joe chose to fake his death when he was shot. If the two thieves had confirmed it at the time, Joe probably wouldn't have been so lucky."
Lake nodded.
It couldn't be done by those two thieves, it must be done by the killer who was beaten like a pig's head.
Fortunately, Joe is smart.
The moment he was hit by the bullet, he chose to fall to the ground and pretend to be dead. If there was any clue at that time, this pig-headed killer would probably shoot him again.
Want to play boxing with me?
Lake hadn't heard such a humble request in all these years. Ever since he beat a warlord to death in Africa, even his military instructor Frank said that in terms of fighting skills alone, Lake was on par with him.
"clothing!"
"Give."
Lake took his coat handed to him by a police officer, put it on, and returned to his suit and tie look. He glanced expressionlessly at the pig-headed killer who was controlled by two police officers, bent down, and picked up the "Red Revolution" that had fallen on the floor.
Open.
A red USB flash drive fell from the book into Lake's hands.
George and Beckett beside them raised their eyebrows: "This is it."
Lake held the red USB drive in his hand and said, "This is the reason why Joe was killed."
Said.
Lake looked at the pig-headed killer.
boom!
Neither of the two police officers was able to support the Pig-Headed Killer, who was kicked hard against the wall by Lake. With a thud, the Pig-Headed Killer spat out blood again.
George and Beckett immediately looked at Lake, their expressions helpless.
Lake sneered twice: "Relax, I was very measured. Apart from the kick just now, the other injuries were just superficial. I broke three of his ribs to prevent him from running away."
Although this pig-headed killer can't beat Lake.
But it's still okay to beat up a group of ordinary police officers.
George and Beckett shook their heads helplessly.
Lake sat in the chair and turned on the computer. After the computer lit up and connected to the Internet.
Lake looked at the camera, raised the red USB drive in his hand, and said to George and Beckett, "This time, there are only two outcomes to this story. Either I investigate thoroughly and then I will clear the level myself, or you obediently hand over the suspect to me. There is no third way."
George and Beckett: "..."
Someone who just connected to this computer via the Internet and used the camera: "..."