Lake and George walked out of the elevator and saw footprints on his door.
George and Lake looked at each other.
It feels really funny.
Does this guy think that the door of the Star Building is made of wood and can be kicked open so easily? Not to mention kicking it, even the police force's battering ram cannot break it open so easily.
And Lake is a person who attaches great importance to personal privacy.
Like the door of Cassel's house downstairs, this door was custom-made by a top safe manufacturer.
If you have a key or fingerprint password, it can be opened easily.
But if you want to use violence to break the door, haha, the difficulty is no less than robbing the safe of a commercial bank across the street.
Bulwer Allen, hiding behind the little Asian loli, shouted in a frantic tone: "Let Lake Edwin come to see me, or I will kill her."
Lake scoffed.
Just kill him.
What does it have to do with me? If you want to see me, then I will see you. Once you see me, won't you die with your eyes closed?
Lake did not show up. In fact, as soon as Lake got out of the elevator and took a look at his door, George pulled him aside to avoid meeting the suspect.
only...
George walked over there and took a look. His eyes fell on the little loli, then he blinked and turned to walk towards Lake.
Lake looked up at George and said, "Just shoot. The necessary hostage casualties will be under control."
Federal law enforcement agencies never negotiate with kidnappers.
Necessary hostage casualties will occur in any rescue operation. As long as they are within the controllable range, law enforcement agencies will not be held responsible.
This is to deter the kidnappers from having any wishful thinking. The best thing to do is to surrender. If they resist stubbornly, they will only die.
George's expression was a little strange: "He kidnapped the little Lolita who was destined to be with you."
"I have nothing to do with you..."
"What."
Lake finally reacted and looked up at George: "What did you say? The little loli that is destined to be with me, Skye?"
George nodded: "Yes, that seems to be the name."
Lake turned around.
etc.
This picture seems a little off. Also, why did Sky appear in the Star Building? Was he thinking of asking him to pay back the $200 medical bill?
Lake looked at Bulwer Allen, who was squatting at the entrance of his room, holding Skye's arm with one hand, holding a pistol against the back of Skye's head with the other hand, hiding himself completely behind Skye.
It really is Skye.
Lake raised an eyebrow.
Skye was almost scared to tears.
What had she done to anyone? Ever since she came out of the hospital that time, Skye first went to her hiding place and took out the money she had saved, and then found an abandoned building in Brooklyn as a new safe haven.
Skye had managed to save up five hundred US dollars these days. After thinking about it, he decided to return the money to Lake as surgery fee. However, Skye didn't have Lake's phone number, so he decided to stay in the Star Building.
but...
The person was squatting.
But he squatted on the wrong person, and not only did he squat on the wrong person, but he also made himself a hostage.
what to do.
I'm late for my new dishwashing job.
Sky was almost crying, especially the cold muzzle of the gun behind his head, which made Sky's scalp feel numb.
Mom, I'm scared.
...etc.
I don't seem to have a mother!
Skye was stunned, and then he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
Lake stood behind the SWAT, observing Bulwer Allen hiding behind Skye with an expressionless face, calculating the angle of the gun.
but...
Calculate over and over again.
He was able to kill Bulwer Allen, but the shooting skills that were able to kill Bulwer Allen were not human shooting skills. At the very least, they should belong to the Justice from Heaven series.
Lake thought, looking at George: "Will the dead accept it?"
George shrugged.
Although the director did not say it explicitly, the police officers had already made up their minds that they would rather let this person go to the grave lying down than let him walk into the court upright.
That's good.
Seeing that George had no objection to the dead suspect, Lake nodded and said, "Send your people out. Give me three minutes and come in to collect the body."
Bulwer Allen, who was hiding behind Skye, heard this.
A moment of madness.
Bulwer Allen shouted loudly: "Lake Edwin, I want..."
Lake interrupted directly: "I'll talk about your things later, shut up first, don't you just want to kill me? I let these special police leave and give you the opportunity to kill me, so why don't you want it?"
Bulwer Allen's mind froze for a moment, then he said frantically, "You'd better not play tricks."
Lake looked directly at George.
George was silent for a moment, nodded, and gestured to the Secret Service.
Before leaving.
George gestured to Lake.
Lake laughed, pointed above his head, and then spread his hands.
The people in the Star Building are either rich or noble, and they absolutely hate surveillance. As long as the security guards provide good protection, is surveillance necessary?
so...
There is no surveillance inside the Xingchen Building, not even in the elevator.
George looked up and sure enough, he didn't see any surveillance camera. He gestured to Lake and then walked down the emergency exit with the special police.
However, George did not retreat outside the building, but stayed downstairs, waiting for the signal from Lake upstairs. Once the signal appeared, they would go up to collect the bodies.
Lake sighed and said to Bulwer who was hiding behind Skye, "Okay, stick out your ass."
The shooting skills that soared into the sky would still cause trouble during the autopsy.
If possible.
Every time Lake kills someone, he chooses to shoot between the eyebrows. Although many people like to shoot the chest because the chest area is large and it is not so easy to make a mistake, but there is a chance that a shot to the chest will be deflected by a bulletproof vest, so Lake prefers to shoot between the eyebrows.
Not only accurate.
And when it exploded, it seemed as if you could see fireworks exploding in the sky.
Picturesque.
Bulwer laughed maniacally a few times: "Do you think I'm stupid?"
Lake interrupted again: "Aren't you stupid? When I beat you up in the bar, I called you an idiot. I just hoped you would understand your own shortcomings. I didn't expect that this time you really turned into a complete idiot."
Bulwer said coldly, "Shut up."
Lake shrugged.
Honest advice hurts.
If you don't like to hear it, forget it.
Bulwer snorted, "On the count of three, give me your gun, or I'll kill her."
Lake said expressionlessly: "Shoot if you dare."
"What?"
"You heard it."
"…"
Skye was also dumbfounded, blinking her big, cute eyes and staring at Lake, as if to say, Hey, hey, hey, I'm still alive, I can still be rescued, why are you so cruel?
Lake said in a cold tone, "Why do you think I sent the SWAT team? If you have the guts, just shoot. As long as you have no hostages, believe me, I will treat you well and make sure you experience true cruelty."
Threaten me?
I don't know how many meters of grass are already covering the grave of the last person who threatened me.
Just a good-for-nothing, lonely rich second-generation who killed a few law enforcement agents and then inexplicably felt that he was great?
No one can threaten me!
No!
What are you thinking about?
Bulwer was also dumbfounded when he heard this.
This was completely different from the plot he had imagined. He had been told to drop the gun obediently, and then he would shoot and kill him.
Where is the script?
Where did my script go?
Just then.
With a click!
Skye's eyes narrowed.
Lake drew his gun, loaded the Glock 17, and pointed it at Skye's chest expressionlessly: "Why, you don't dare to kill me? Do you want me to help you so as not to waste everyone's time? Let's finish this quickly and take you back to enjoy my feast."
Bulwer came back to his senses: "Wait..."
Lake smiled and said, "What?"
"There are surveillance cameras here. If you shoot and kill the hostage..."
"Don't worry, there is no surveillance inside the Xingchen Building."
"…"
Wait a moment.
This is not right.
Lake blinked after saying this. Why did this conversation suddenly feel like a reversal of offense and defense? Why did I feel like I was the villain who was holding the hostages?
Bulwer seemed to have the same feeling.
Sky's face was dark, and his eyes were fixed on Lake's handsome face. There was a gun muzzle in front of him and there was a gun muzzle behind him.
What's the matter?
Do I deserve to be bullied because I'm young?
Why should I be a hostage?
This black policeman.
Skye shook her head and couldn't help but struggle.
Bulwer came back to his senses.
Lake's eyes narrowed slightly and he drew his gun directly.
"Bang!"
A bullet instantly shot out of the gun, drawing a beautiful arc.
Skye was almost suffocating.
even.
Skye could clearly see the trace of the bullet flying over.
I'm going to die.
Skye looked at the bullet that was shooting straight at his left eye and couldn't help but scream in his heart. Then, something strange happened.
The bullet seemed to change its trajectory.
sink.
As if being controlled remotely, the bullet passed through the armpit that was only large enough to accommodate the bullet. Then, the bullet made a sharp turn and hit Bulwer's right hand holding the gun with a whoosh.
"Bang!"
"ah!"
Lake stepped forward and fired another shot, breaking Bulwer's left hand that was holding Skye's arm, then pushed and pulled Skye to the back quickly.
The moment he was pulled up.
Skye felt like a rag doll, her heart was churning, and then she fainted magnificently.
After the gunshot, George came up again, and when he saw Lake holding Skye, he turned to the SWAT team and gestured to retreat: "Don't come over."
Several members of the special forces team looked at each other, and after a while, they turned their backs to the emergency exit tacitly.
"ah!"
"ah!"
"ah!"
Bulwer screamed in pain. His right hand hurt, and he wanted to press it with his left hand. As a result, his left hand also hurt his right hand. After that, as he switched back and forth, Bulwer's screams also switched.
Lake raised his pistol expressionlessly.
George stopped him and said, "Let me do it."
Lake chuckled.
George glanced at the little girl who had fainted under Lake's armpit and said, "He and I have some things to discuss. Why don't you take your little girl to the hospital first?"
Lake looked at Skye who was unconscious and tucked under his armpit: "..."