I...I really don't remember!"
"hehe."
"Really, he was wearing a hood and a mask when he came to buy it."
"Oh."
"Sir, I swear to God, I really didn't see his appearance clearly, but..."
"explain."
"He's supposed to be from Manhattan."
"…"
Lake looked up at the black market businessman who couldn't even tell what he looked like, but could tell the man's birthplace.
The black marketeer said, "Sir, his temperament is the same as those rich young men in Manhattan."
Lake's expression was strange: "You also understand temperament?"
The black market merchant smiled shyly: "Just a little bit."
Lake sneered, "You didn't see his face clearly, but you saw his eyes clearly. Artist, come here immediately. Be honest and draw this guy for me. If you don't, I will issue a notice. If you leave this door, you will go straight to hell to do business."
MMP.
A little bit?
Why don't you say it's just a few hundred million?
And what's with that shy expression?
Are you pretending to be pure?
Lake felt a little nauseous.
Out of the interrogation room.
George, who came out of the observation room, also summarized the information: "The drug addict is basically the same as what the black market dealer said. His ID was also bought by a man wearing a hood and a mask."
Lake said, "Did your drug addict tell you that he could tell by his temperament that the man who bought his ID was a Manhattan playboy?"
George said: "A rubbish drug addict, even if he has temperament, can he see it?"
That's right.
If a poisonous insect had this kind of vision, would it still become a poisonous insect?
Lake shook his head.
The police officer in charge of checking the surveillance also brought good news.
On the big screen.
In a public telephone booth on the side of the road three blocks away from Joe's apartment, a guy dressed in black and wrapped himself tightly put his hands in his pockets, lowered his head, and walked along the road to the underground passage not far away after hanging up the phone.
Before leaving.
This guy seemed to have seen the surveillance camera. Instead of speeding up, he stopped and raised his middle finger at the surveillance camera without looking up.
This is a naked provocation.
"Have the brothers work overtime and review all the nearby surveillance cameras. Even if we have to analyze them frame by frame, we have to find this son of a bitch for me."
"Don't worry, George."
"Thanks."
Police station rooftop.
Lake and George lit a cigarette and took a rest while watching the night scene in New York.
"That's right."
Lake frowned and asked, "There must be someone guarding the hospital."
George said, "Don't worry, Ryan and Esposito are guarding over there."
Lake nodded.
Even if there are no clues at all, as long as Joe wakes up, he should be able to provide reliable clues.
the next day.
Joe woke up in the evening of the next day, but she could not describe the face of the attacker who attacked her. When she was about to go upstairs, the attacker was already there.
He didn't even wait for Joe to react before shooting.
after.
Joe looked at Lake and said, "He walked up to me and was about to finish me off. Luckily you didn't leave. After hearing the noise, the criminal opened the back door of the apartment and left."
Open the back door?
Lake raised an eyebrow and looked at Joe: "Did he wear gloves?"
Qiao thought about it and shook his head apologetically: "Sorry, I don't remember."
Lake waved his hand, took out his phone and called George.
Not sure, maybe it's not brought.
soon.
George called and said that he had taken several fingerprints from the back door of the apartment and sent them to the forensic laboratory.
Lake was about to hang up the phone.
George said, "That bastard killed another patrolman."
Lake: "…"
This is a complete killing spree.
The person who died this time was a patrolman who was on routine patrol in Manhattan's Upper East Side. Like the previous cases, the criminal seemed to have shot and killed people in public, but he was very cautious and no one who was watching the incident saw it.
and.
The crime scene was only 500 meters away from the Xingchen Building.
The security guard at the Star Building also called the police station to tell them that a man in black clothes, a hood and a mask was about to enter the Star Building.
but...
The security guard of the Xingchen Building received a generous annual salary of 50,000 US dollars, so they put their right hands on their waists and asked the man to take off his mask before he even walked in.
The man immediately turned and left.
George frowned and said, "You are the only law enforcement officer in your building, right?"
Lake hummed.
"He's going to look for you."
"Then he is seeking death."
"…"
Lake said so. He would be more than happy to have someone come to his house to look for him. When the time comes, Lake will let this murderous criminal know what true cruelty is.
Another day.
It has been almost a week since the first case. Although the criminal shot and killed law enforcement officers, the crime scenes were in public and the public began to panic.
Even the FBI in New York began asking the New York Police Department whether they needed to intervene in the case.
The NYPD declined.
They already have.
"Bulwer Allen, male, 25, from Manhattan's Upper East Side."
"…"
Lake, who had been working at the New York Police Department these days, frowned as he looked at the name of Bulwer Allen hanging on the whiteboard. "Why does this name sound familiar?"
Beckett looked at Lake. "The last mayor was named Allen. This Bulwer Allen is his son."
Lake raised his eyebrows, as if he had thought of something. He looked back at the photo on the whiteboard and touched his chin: "I remember now, is this guy one of the three I beat up in the bar?"
George said, "You didn't beat him up, you stuffed a billiard ball into his mouth."
Lake laughed.
Next second.
Lake restrained his smile and asked, "Are you sure it's him?"
so...
Is this an act of revenge?
Lake stood up and walked outside: "The person is under the jurisdiction of the Department of Homeland Security. I will conduct the trial."
This guy came to the New York Police Department and lobbied with his family's financial resources. Although it was impossible for him to be acquitted, he would definitely not be sentenced to death. Moreover, people like this who shot and killed law enforcement officers would be targeted by prison guards when they went to prison, but they would be welcomed by those violent criminals.
so...
It would be better if people were under the jurisdiction of the Department of Homeland Security.
"Wait a moment."
George looked at Lake's back and said, "Our people have been there. Their house was sold half a year ago."
Lake turned around: "Bankrupt?"
George shrugged. "Well, sort of. Mayor Allen was in a car accident shortly after leaving office. His estate and everything else went to his younger brother. Bulwer Allen and his mother didn't get a penny. They had a prenuptial agreement, after all. Three months later, Bulwer Allen dropped out of the private college on the Upper East Side, and his mother died in the hospital from a sudden illness. We've already sent out notices and are searching for this guy."
Lake didn't know what to say.
It sounds miserable.
but...
This doesn't change the fact that this son of a bitch is murderous.
"so..."
Lake frowned and said, "This guy thinks all this is our police station's fault?"
George nodded. "Perhaps in his opinion, if it hadn't been for the textile factory incident, Mayor Allen wouldn't have lost the election, nor would he have gotten into a car accident while drinking."
Beckett said, "Wait a minute, the prenuptial agreement was signed by Mayor Allen and his wife, so why isn't there one for Bulwer? Could it be..."
Not a biological child?
George said, "Mayor Allen's mother liked Allen's brother's daughter more, but when she drove them away, she gave them a million dollars."
Then, within just one month, Bulwer Allen spent it all.
It is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.
Besides.
Bulwer Allen attended an aristocratic private school on the Upper East Side. The cost of living there was so high that a student's daily expenses were enough to equal the total expenses of the lowest-income white people for half a year or even a year.
With this level of spending power, one million dollars there is no different from ten thousand dollars for an ordinary person.
so...
Lake said thoughtfully: "This guy doesn't want to live anymore. Is he planning to take revenge on society?"
George, who had hung up the phone, looked at Lake and said, "His last target is you."
Lake: "…"
Star Building.
Wow wow wow wow.
When Lake, Beckett and others arrived downstairs at the Star Building, police officers were already there.
"What's going on?"
"The suspect took a hostage and entered the Star Building."
A patrol officer received the notification and discovered Bulwer Allen, then he told what happened. He was responsible for patrolling near the Star Building. He just saw a man with a hood on with his hands in his pockets walking towards the Star Building across the street, so he turned on the police lights to signal the guy to stop.
Who knew that this guy turned his head and took a look when the police lights sounded, then opened fire and ran towards the Star Building across the street.
Immediately following.
Bulwer Allen took a security guard hostage, shot and killed a guard who was preparing to change shifts inside, snatched the guard's elevator card, and entered the elevator.
"Which floor?"
"…"
Lake looked at George who was hesitant to speak and raised his eyebrows: "My floor?"
George nodded.
If that weren't the case, George wouldn't have said after hanging up the phone that this guy's last target of revenge was Lake.
Good job.
Enter the Star Building.
bite.
Open the door.
"Put down your weapons and calm down."
"Drop your weapons."
New York SWAT police have formed a human wall and are shouting at Bulwer Allen, who is using an Asian little girl as a human wall and hiding behind the little girl.
Behind him was Lake's door.
The footprints are clearly visible.
seem...
After this guy came up, he didn't have the strength to kick the door open.
this...