The legendary life of a manga

Chapter 121 The Whole City Is Angry

"……Who!"

"Evans."

Lake directly kicked the door in, and said directly to Evans, an African-American federal man with dreadlocks who stood up behind the counter: "I want your EA A shipment record."

Evans' face suddenly changed.

Bang!
The Glock XVII smashed on the counter, instantly creating spider web-like cracks on the glass counter.

Lake chuckled, and then looked at Evans expressionlessly: "I know you have, I want the shipment list for the last few months, if you don't give it?"

"Ah."

"boom!"

"what!"

"I will kill you."

Lake tilted his head to watch Evans, who fell to the ground clutching his thigh after a gunshot, and then shot directly towards the door of the store without looking back.

boom!
A few little blacks immediately scattered like birds and beasts.

Lake was not at all worried that they would call the police, because they never would.

This area of ​​Hell's Kitchen has its own unique rules of survival. Here, they will only seek help from illegal organizations, not the branch offices here.

Even, the sub-bureau here turns a blind eye to many things in the Hell's Kitchen area.

If any branch of the New York Police Department has a branch that is recognized as corrupt, then the 36th branch in charge of the Hell's Kitchen area is the branch that is recognized as corrupt.

Of course.

There is no evidence on the surface.

"Fake!"

Falling to the floor, clutching his thigh, and suppressing the pain, Evans raised his head and glared at Lake, "Damn it, I haven't sold any EAA in the past few months, not even one, a pussy pistol, who the hell I will."

Lake tilted his head: "It makes sense."

but.

After Lake nodded in agreement with Evans' words, he raised his pistol and pointed at Evans' chest expressionlessly: "Shipping list."

Evans: "..."

10 minute later.

Lake walked out of the second-hand store recycling shop behind him, ignoring Evans moaning in pain and in a low voice, and stared blankly at the dozen gang members who had surrounded his car.

More than a dozen gang members also have their own weapons in their hands.

Lake bowed his head and laughed, and took a step forward.

Wow la la.

The dozen gang members took a step back.

Lake goes in again.

Gang members retreat again.

"Ah."

"..."

Lake chuckled, put away his Homeland Security ID, opened his car door, rumbled, and left here, galloping towards the 36th branch.

afternoon.

Lake, who was stationed in the Major Crimes Department of the New York Police Department, received a message from the 36th Precinct.

Six second-hand EAA pistols with stickers and still very delicate appearance were poured into the evidence box. All the six EAA pistols sold from Evans in the past few months are here.

These were collected from Hell's Kitchen.

This is a nine-nine-nine incident.

The 36th branch understands the meaning of the [-] code name, and Hell's Kitchen is the same. As long as they don't want the New York Police Department to completely overwhelm the territory, they can always give the police a report once the [-] code name is involved. Sign a satisfactory confession.

or……

This is the reason why Hell's Kitchen has survived until now.

"Take it to the forensics department for a ballistic test."

"it is good."

"Where's George?"

"I haven't come back yet."

Lake nodded and said, "There should be good news from George."

All the six EAAs sold in Hell's Kitchen are here, which shows that it is unlikely that the people in Hell's Kitchen did this. Possibility to turn in the new EAA.

However, this possibility is very low.

Leaving aside whether he can afford a brand new EAA pistol, just to mention one point, would he be so smart if he dared to shoot law enforcement officers?

It was approaching night.

George is back.

Back with George, there is also a poisonous bug.

"Hardy Bolton, a poisonous bug, bought an EAA pistol two months ago, but he was not found in the room. When he was found, this guy was already high."

George looked at the poisonous bug lying in the observation room and was still in a state of self-indulgence. He shook his head and said, "Only three were sold over there, and the other two have already been sent to the forensics department for ballistic testing."

Lake stroked his chin, staring at the poisonous insects in the observation room, without speaking.

A high-drugged poisonous bug shot and killed law enforcement officers?
That's right.

but……

It always feels weird.

Now the state of the poisonous bug can't tell why, and the interrogation can only be carried out after this guy leaves the high state.

But having clues is a good thing.

Lake pulled his eyes away from the poisonous insect, greeted George, Beckett and the others, and then prepared to leave.

"Lake."

"Joe."

At the gate of the police station, Lake looked at Joe who came out to stop him and said with a smile, "What?"

Joe shrugged and said, "The car is broken down, don't mind taking me home."

Lake said, "Of course not."

When Lake was in the New York Police Department before, he was resistant to Joe's partner, but if Joe was like Beckett and George, Lake would not mind being friends with Joe.

Just don't hang out with me.

at the moment?

The problem no longer exists, Lake is in DHS and Joe is in the NYPD.

Brooklyn.

Lake stepped out of the car, looked up at the apartment building in front of him, and looked at Joe: "Moved?"

Joe nodded, "Yes."

The previous home was a sad place with a story to tell, so Joe sold the original house and moved to live in this apartment building.

After all, people always look ahead.

This is a good thing.

With this in mind, Lake smiled with Joe and said, "Okay, see you tomorrow."

Joe smiled, turned and walked towards the apartment building: "See you tomorrow."

No story about going up for a coffee.

Just a friendship story between colleagues and friends.

Lake got in and started the vehicle.

"boom!"

"..."

Lake narrowed his eyes, looking at the apartment building where gunshots suddenly sounded.

get off.

After entering the apartment, at the stairway over there, Joe was lying on the ground, clutching his chest, blood was rushing wantonly.

Fake!

Lake hurried to Joe's side, picked up Joe, and kicked open the door of the apartment.

boarding.

start up.

The speed is one hundred miles.

Fortunately, the nearest hospital to Joe's apartment building was just two blocks away.

After half an hour.

George and Beckett and others rushed to the hospital.

"How about it?"

"It's still being rescued."

Lake's face was gloomy, and this was a provocation under his nose.

soon.

The emergency doctor came out.

Several people hurriedly gathered around.

The emergency doctor nodded, and George and Beckett breathed a sigh of relief.

Nod yes.

Shaking his head NO.

A nod means that the rescue has come.

The doctor said: "However, the patient lost a lot of blood and needs to be observed in the hospital for a few days."

Done.

The doctor returned to the emergency room.

at this time.

George's phone rang.

hang up the phone.

George said to Beckett and Lake, "A reporter from the Daily Bugle called just now, saying that a caller claimed to have just killed a law enforcement officer."

In fact.

This call was made when Law Enforcer No.2 was killed, but the reporter at the time did not take it seriously, and his boss also prevented him from notifying the police after hearing the news.

Because it's going to be their exclusive.

Until just now, the call came again, saying that he shot a female law enforcement officer in the chest this time. The reporter who was having dinner with his wife and daughter at home realized that there was a big problem, so he hurriedly contacted [-].

Reporters were quickly taken back to the NYPD.

His phone was also taken away and sent to the laboratory for identification.

The NYPD is brightly lit.

In fact.

Since the first shooting of a law enforcement officer came out, the lights in the New York Police Department office area have not been dimmed, and all police officers have canceled their vacations.

In the words of the Commissioner, when this son of a bitch is caught, it's over.

Live or die!

A team of police officers has also gone to the Horn newspaper to seal it up. The New York Police Department began to report to all citizens after a shooting. If there is any clue, contact the police in time.

What do you mean by the horn newspaper?
exclusive news?

If you want so much, I will give you a scoop, and even remove a screw from your newspaper as evidence. Is this considered scoop?
soon.

The sources of the two phone calls have been found out, and they were all public phones near the crime scene. The police station is urgently checking the monitoring near the public phone there.

There is no need to look at the public phone surveillance in Queens, and the New York Police Department has not reported much hope. At present, we can only pin our hopes on the surveillance in Brooklyn.

but……

There is no news from the surveillance side, but George, who is urgently interrogating the poisonous bug, has a clue.

The guy sold his ID for $[-].

who is it?

do not know.

Where to live.

The poisonous bug didn't know anything, he was addicted at the time, not to mention the ID card, if he had a wife, he would sell his wife without hesitation in exchange for what he wanted.

The black market dealer in Queens was also directly brought over.

The black market merchant was also very wronged. Originally, buying and selling black guns was a shameful thing. He agreed that he would not bring him back if he gave his name. In the end, he was still brought here.

Who would dare to do business with him after this?

The black market merchant wanted to call his lawyer over in some misery.

Lake was expressionless: "You can call a lawyer, but after you call a lawyer, I will spread the information about your clues tomorrow, do business, go to hell."

Black Market Merchant: "..."

Do you want to be so overbearing?

The black market businessman opened his mouth, wanting to accuse Lake of intimidation, but, seeing the large area of ​​blood on Lake's suit faded, in the end, a little dejected: "I've already told you everything I know."

"Think, think for me, the third pistol, who did you sell it to, don't say you don't know, you just participated in the memory master competition held by New York TV last month, you remember everything half a year ago, two Don’t you remember what happened a month ago?”

"..."

(End of this chapter)