The legendary life of a manga

Chapter 15
Wow!

Wow!

Wow!

Three police cars and six explosion-proof vehicles roared out from the headquarters of the New York Police Department, with sirens on, and headed straight for the castle-like textile factory located on the bank of the New Jersey River.

The speed is eighty miles!

Along the way, this lineup has attracted the attention of countless people who eat melons on the roadside in New York.

include……

There was something last night, Carlos who was late.

There was a reason why Carlos was late. Last night, Carlos stayed at the Continental Hotel until his son got off work, and then followed him secretly. The news told him that his son Wesley was targeted by the mutual aid society.

as predicted.

Firefox came out to hook up with his son.

Carlos had a shootout with Firefox in a discount store in Queens, but his son believed that Firefox was a good guy because of his beauty, got into Firefox's car and ran away.

So Carlos came a little late today.

at the moment?

Carlos drove an unremarkable car and followed behind, watching the position of the police car ahead, with facial expressions on his face, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

Is that guy going to use the NYPD to fight the fraternity?
Carlos guessed this when he heard Lake let him watch at the police station yesterday, but he didn't quite believe it. It's not that he didn't believe in other things, but he didn't believe that the New York Police Department would attack the textile factory.

My family knows my own affairs.

Over the years, relying on the textile factory, the Mutual Aid Association has not only established a good cooperative relationship with the Disabled Persons' Federation, but also the director of the factory has thrown money into the mayor's campaign team.

Now the land near the castle is owned by the Mutual Aid Association. This is the reward for the success of the mayor's campaign team. If there is no reward, who would support the mayor's campaign with real money and platinum?

and so……

Carlos didn't quite believe that with such a relationship, the New York Police Department would attack the textile factory based on his so-called confession.

But now Carlos was lost.

But Carlos is also not optimistic about this action by the police station. After all, the police station is on the bright side. Even if they go to the textile factory, it is impossible to find any evidence to prove that the textile factory belongs to the killer organization.

So what the hell is that guy up to?
Do you want to gamble?
Carlos thought so in his heart.

After half an hour.

Just as Lake led the special police convoy across the bridge leading to the castle and approached the city, the factory director Sloan, who was discussing yesterday's explosion in David's apartment in the textile factory, received a call.

After hanging up the phone.

Listening to the approaching alarm bell, Sloan narrowed his eyes and said to the people sitting in his office: "The New York Police Department is here, go back to work."

Firefox and the others looked at each other.

The butcher said in a deep voice, "Where's that guy?"

Sloan frowned slightly, remembering that he had come to join them this morning, and Wesley, who was being tied up for special training, said to the butcher, "Have you started training yet?"

The butcher shook his head.

Sloan said: "Let him go to the warehouse first, and wait until the police outside are talking."

The butcher nodded.

Outside the castle.

Lake got out of the car and looked up at the textile factory in front of him, which looked like a medieval castle. This thing was an antique after all. Instead of letting that trash Xiaobai blow it up, it would be better for Lake to keep it intact.

After about 5 minutes!

Crack!
The drawbridge of the castle opened slowly.

A white-haired and bearded factory director, Sloan, led a group of textile factory managers out, and walked straight to Lake: "Welcome, Inspector Edwin."

Lake narrowed his eyes, his expression unchanged, and shook hands: "Good afternoon, Mr. Sloan."

It's not surprising that Sloan knew about him. After all, half an hour has passed now. It is estimated that within the 5 minutes just now, Sloan probably got all the information about Lake.

But you are dead today.

I said.

After Lake shook hands, he moved towards Joe who was next to him.

Joe understood, and directly showed Sloan the signed search warrant: "Mr. Sloan, we suspect that your textile factory is directly related to a certain killer organization. This is a search warrant."

Sloan's expression was shocked, as if he couldn't believe it: "We are a killer organization, I think this must be a big misunderstanding, look at them, does the New York Police Department think a group of people with physical defects will be killers?"

Lake didn't bother to break up with Sloan: "Mr. Sloan, so you don't want us to go in and search?"

Sloane looked at Lake.

Four eyes facing each other.

Sloan's heart suddenly moved. After all, he was an old man who had been in the killer world for many years. Although he didn't understand how they were exposed, Sloan could see the strong murderous intent in Lake's eyes.

The unabashed kind.

Yes.

Lake hadn't made any cover-ups in the first place, and the more this happened, the higher the chance that the Mutual Aid would take risks. At that time, as long as the gunshots fired, Lake would not have any trouble even if he blew up the castle.

"Mr. Sloan?"

"..."

Sloan came back to his senses, smiled, and made a gesture of invitation: "Of course, our textile factory has always been law-abiding. Inspector Edwin may search, but if the search fails, then Inspector Edwin It might be a little troublesome."

Lake smiled: "Don't worry about Mr. Sloan, Mr. Sloan, let me tell you clearly, it took me a whole day to get this search warrant. Came here directly to visit."

Done.

Lake waved his right hand towards the police officers and special agents who were already lined up behind him: "Check it for me, even if it's a toilet, open the faucet for me to see if there's anything hidden."

The police officers shouted in unison: "Yes, sir!"

With his hands in his pockets, Lake looked at Sloan with a smile on his face.

Sloane also had a trademark smile on his face.

Lake said: "Mr. Sloan, let's go, take us to your office?"

Sloan didn't do anything else, and directly made a gesture of invitation: "Please!"

Lake nodded towards Joe beside him.

Enter the castle.

Swish!
Lake directly raised his head, and immediately looked at several women with fiery red curly hair standing at the window of the guard room of the textile factory on the second floor.

"Firefox!"

"……what?"

Lake turned towards Sloan who stopped and looked at him, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he still looked at the Firefox that had disappeared from the window on the second floor, and said in a light tone: "That woman just now should be the killer Firefox, right? Mr Long."

Sloan's heart was agitated, and his expression remained unchanged: "Hahaha, Inspector Edwin was joking. Most of us here are a group of disabled workers with physical defects. There are no killers."

Lake chuckled, and said meaningfully: "Really, so, Mr. Sloan thinks that my informant lied?"

Sloan: "..."

　Have a great weekend!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)