The legendary life of a manga

Chapter 192 This is Slapping My Face
Chu Chu Chu!
A helicopter hovered directly somewhere in Queens.

A team of homeland agents descended directly.

"gogogo!"

"Break the door!"

"boom!"

"DHS!"

"DHS!"

"Get down, get down, get down!"

"Watch out, gun!"

"chug!"

"Tu Tu Tu!"

After a shootout, several gangsters lay on the ground tremblingly holding their hands high, looking sideways, and saw that the hole in the body of the dead colleague was bleeding outside.

Jack, who personally led the team, looked around the spacious warehouse where several obviously stolen vehicles were parked, and pressed his headset: "Base, no target found, repeat, no target found."

Three hours ago, the new car Porsche Cayenne that Lake bought less than half an hour ago was brutally murdered, and was directly stolen by car thieves at the gate of the Land Building in New York.

at the moment?

The last location of the vehicle was tracked, and the car is gone?
Lake, who was sitting in the Homeland Operations Center, took a deep breath: "Jack, ask."

He wants to kill.

but……

Right now, the most important thing is to quickly find your new car, compared to the feeling of killing someone. Ma De, that car has only been driving for at most 10 minutes. Good guy, it only takes 10 minutes to come and go, and it was directly stolen. up?

It's too rampant.

This is the new car of a senior director of the Department of Homeland Security. It's not a cat or a dog. The law and order situation in New York is too bad.

Jack over there received the message, nodded, and signaled directly to a team member, and then asked the gangster who was lifted up by the team member: "About 35 minutes ago, there was a white Porsche Cayenne on the ninth floor. new……"

Lake raised his eyebrows: "Brand new."

Why did the new car I just bought become a nine-story new car, and it was directly discounted?

Jack didn't correct him, but asked directly, "Where did this car go?"

The little gangster trembled: "I don't know."

"Snapped!"

Jack slapped the little gangster directly: "Be honest, where is the car?"

The little gangster was about to cry: "I really don't know, I have been working inside just now, and I didn't come outside."

Jack's eyes fell on a young gangster next to him: "What about you?"

The little gangster shook his head and quickly gestured to those colleagues who tried to defy the law and rushed to the street: "I was also inside. I only found out when I heard the movement outside. They were all outside just now."

It's over.

Silenced.

Lake stood up and said to Jack, "Kill it."

Jack nodded, took out his pistol and pointed it at the little gangster before him.

"and many more!"

"……Say."

"Generally, new stolen cars will be sent from our side to the upstream side. The car you are looking for must be there. Don't kill me, please, don't kill me."

"name."

"I don't know, we are only responsible for car beauty."

"..."

Jack shook his head and raised the pistol he had just put down again. The new car that Lake just bought was stolen in less than half an hour. He must be on fire. Obviously, the Department of Homeland Security does not want to face the anger of his boss , but someone has to come and put out the fire.

"Wait, wait!" The little gangster looked at the raised pistol, and yelled loudly again: "Job Lewis, he cooperated with our boss and was also responsible for helping us set up the line. He must know, we That's all I know, don't kill me, don't kill me."

Jack didn't speak.

Lake frowned: "Why does this name sound familiar?"

Who is coming?

The assistant Tiffany next to him seemed to have thought of something, flipped through the information in his hand, and then took out a business card and handed it to Lake: "Sir, this is Job Lewis who sold you the car."

Lake was slightly taken aback: "What?"

On the business card, the name of the sales manager, Job Lewis, stood out.

Good guy.

The trick of collusion between inside and outside was directly played on my head. Let me just say, I just bought a car in less than half an hour, how could I be targeted by car thieves so quickly.

"Jack!"

"exist."

"Catch him back, I want to live, do you understand?"

"understand!"

Lake got up, took a deep breath while sitting, and then walked directly outside the combat hall: "Forget it, catch him for me, send me the coordinates, and I will personally interrogate him."

Although the new car cost less than [-] US dollars, the [-] US dollars was Lake's hard-earned money. In the true sense, hard-earned money was accumulated little by little through wages and bonuses.

Finding this Job Lewis was a breeze.

Because this product is still working in the car dealership.

Jack and the others directly took the helicopter, directly airborne the auto shop, and then directly controlled Job Lewis on the spot. As for the others, they were also directly controlled.

soon.

Assistant Tiffany drove to the car dealership.

Lake walked into the store with a gloomy expression.

After this Job Lewis saw Lake, his flustered expression of not understanding what happened was momentarily taken aback.

That's right.

Lake approached with a blank expression, and looked at this Job Lewis: "Do you know why I am looking for you?"

Job Lewis recovered, then shook his head: "I don't know."

"boom!"

"what!"

Several other clerks in the store screamed instantly, and Job Lewis screamed terribly while clutching his thigh.

"Who's the boss."

"this."

Lake followed Jack's gaze and landed on a middle-aged man with a bald head and a big belly. He described what happened with a blank face: "The car I just bought was stolen in less than half an hour. You brought in a car theft gang, and then found out that your employees cooperated with them, so your side is a black shop?"

Sell ​​at a high price?
Low price?
Then sell at a high price?

The bald boss had cold sweat on his forehead: "How could we be a black shop, absolutely not, absolutely not."

Lake was expressionless: "You mean I'm lying."

The bald boss panicked, and pointed to other new cars in the store: "We will compensate you. We will compensate you for the one you like."

Lake was speechless.

Is this a question of compensation? This is a question of slapping him in the face.

at this time.

Whoa whoa whoa whoa!

People from the New York Police Department rushed here, but fortunately, the New York Police Department saw the helicopter with the Homeland Security sign parked in the parking lot and did not immediately set up its camp.

after awhile.

Jack led George in.

Lake turned his head and glanced at George: "Don't laugh, I'm very angry now."

George raised his hand, shook his head and said, "So, you made such a big commotion."

"It's about face."

"Ok."

George also understood Lake's current identity. The cars of the senior executives of the Department of Homeland Security were all stolen. Isn't this just a slap in the face: "Did you ask what happened?"

With a blank expression, Lake looked at Job Lewis, who was covering his two bullet-holed thighs and was sweating, and his body began to sway: "I will ask you one last time, whether to tell me or not."

Job Lewis was sweating profusely on his forehead, but he was also a ruthless person. He also seemed to see someone from the New York Police Department, so he was confident, gritted his teeth and said in a trembling voice: "I want to see a lawyer, I want to sue..."

"boom!"

"Lake."

"what?"

George took a deep breath and looked at Job Lewis, who was directly pierced in the forehead and died with regret, and looked at Lake with some complexity: "Are you crazy?"

talking.

George looked around, and the sales staff in the store seemed to be saying, even if you shoot, look at the place, there are so many people watching here.

Lake sneered directly, and said to Jack: "The cable reports that the clerk here is involved in terrorist activities, bring it back to me, and also bring me the surveillance here."

Jack nodded directly.

Lake immediately looked at George: "What did you just say?"

George opened his mouth and shook his head: "Let's finish it cleanly. I'll ask you here to see if anyone has received your car."

Lake said thank you.

15 minute later.

Vehicles from the Department of Homeland Security came over, counting one by one, and directly sent the owner of the store and several salespeople to the escort vehicle, and then headed directly towards the Department of Homeland Security.

afternoon.

The Forensics Section of the National Land Building obtained Job Lewis's call records from the communication company, but did not find any special numbers.

Could it be that the wrong person was caught.

This is impossible.

soon.

When the National Land Building was about to investigate the surveillance cameras dismantled from the store, news came from the New York Police Department and George.

New York has a lot of gangs stealing cars.

But stealing a car is one thing, taking it in is the same thing. There are many people who steal cars, but there are not as many people who take cars. Moreover, there are even fewer car collection gangs who can afford to buy luxury cars.

After George contacted several informants, an informant sent a message. A car collection team located in Hell's Kitchen had delivered a batch of goods at noon today.

Lake directly took Jack's action team into Hell's Kitchen.

George is already here.

but……

What caught my eye was a dead body in a warehouse.

"You killed it?" Lake directly got off the helicopter and asked George who had already arrived at the scene.

George stared: "How is it possible."

at this time.

A middle-aged man with a suit and tie and a greasy haircut who looked like a lawyer walked over: "Director Edwin!"

Lake and George looked at the man stopped by Jack's men.

"Let him in."

"Thank you."

The middle-aged man came over and handed a stack of documents and a photo to Lake.

Lake looked at the information in his hand, then looked at the photo of the car he had just bought without even tearing off the plastic wrap and raised his eyebrows, then handed the criminal file of the car collection gang in his hand to George next to him.

The middle-aged man said: "Our boss doesn't know about this, and we don't know that anyone here dares to offend Director Edwin. This is their criminal record. Our boss hopes that it can calm your anger."

This is Hell's Kitchen.

no doubt.

It is not difficult to guess the name of the boss in the mouth of the middle-aged man.

Gold and!

……

(End of this chapter)