The legendary life of a manga

Chapter 8 A Killer Who Doesn't Talk about Wu Morality (Please collect, please recommend!!)
David Comers.

Man.

38 is old.

Lives at 130, [-]th Floor, [-] Cotford Avenue, New York City.

Social Security Number 562948726.

Joe looked at the freshly released report, and there was a photo of David on the report. It was difficult for Joe to connect this photo with the decaying corpse downstairs.

"Let's go."

"what?"

Joe regained his senses and looked up, staring at Lake who got up and was wearing a suit jacket.

Lake put the gun in his gun pocket: "Why, you don't plan to visit this guy's house?"

Joe: "..."

Kotoff Street.

"130 No. [-], here it is."

Lake drove the vehicle forward slowly and looked at the house numbers on the side of the road. After a while, he stopped in front of a six-story orange-red apartment building.

get off.

Lake looked around, found nothing unusual, and then walked towards the apartment building.

Joe followed.

This apartment building is an old apartment building and there is no elevator, which made Lake feel a little uncomfortable when he walked up to the fifth floor. If it wasn't for the oil bottle, how could he be here.

Fifth floor.

When Lake pushed open the stair door, his gaze fell to where 503 should be.

Dangdang!
Ok?
Lake put his right hand on his waist, and took the Glock 17 that needed to be reloaded in his hand, and Detective Joe Martinez beside him took out his own gun in the same way.

The Glock with unlimited bullets is not suitable for use when performing missions. Although the New York Police Department does not stipulate standard guns, the ballistics of the guns you use when performing missions need to be recorded in the information section of the police station.

"go!"

"it is good!"

Lake and Joe talked briefly, and then walked slowly towards room 503, where the door was closed and there was movement coming from inside, holding guns in both hands.

The door of the apartment next to it opened, and an old white lady carrying garbage came in, and she exclaimed when she saw Lake and Joe holding guns in the corridor.

Qiao hurriedly covered the old lady's mouth, showed her ID under the old lady's terrified expression, and then signaled the old lady to go back to her room.

The old lady hurried back to the room.

but……

The movement in room 503 opposite also disappeared.

It’s over.

Lake sighed, then grabbed Joe who was next to him and retreated towards the place he just came over.

next second.

Chu Chu Chu!
From room 503, gunshots erupted in an instant, as if submachine gun bullets crazily smashed the wooden structure of the wall from the room and shot towards the position where Lake and Joe were just now.

The bullet hit the door of room 502, also piercing through it, and there was a sudden cry of pain from inside, and then, there was no more.

After a wave of gunfire.

Boom.

The door of room 503 was broken open, and a man covered with gauze held a gun in both hands, shooting at Lake and Joe in the corridor again.

Fake!

Lake cursed, and once again supported Joe, who had just been pulled down by himself and hadn't had time to stand up, quickly back to the stairway.

The bullets slammed into the wall of the stairs.

pain!
Lake was scratched by the fragments of the collapsing wall, and narrowed his eyes.

Good guy.

I just want to come over and go through the motions, and then I can get off work. What do you mean, don't let me go off work or are you going to let me take a long vacation?
Lake looked at Joe who got up beside him: "Are you okay?"

Joe shook his head: "It's okay."

"Call for support!"

"...OK, wait..."

The words fall.

Joe only saw Lake in front of him rushing out the moment the gunshots stopped, and he felt bad all over.

Is this looking for death?
but……

"Bang bang bang!"

"..."

The assassin who was at the door of room 503 saw Lake appear and the moment the gun burst into flames, he rushed back to room 503 where the door was broken.

"Looking for death, I'll send you to die."

After learning that David's death was disclosed to the police station, the killer who was ordered to clean up David's things leaned against the wall, squinted his eyes, reloaded, pointed the pistol outside to fire, and then slammed it hard.

The unique skill of the textile factory, gun fighting!
Lake's eyes narrowed, and the Glock 17 in his hand was also thrown out!

boom!
boom!
Two bright yellow bullets collided in the air and shattered directly.

"what?"

"boom!"

The killer's eyes narrowed sharply, and he saw that he turned a corner and bombarded beside him, the bullet hole that could kill him just a short distance away made him feel bad.

How could this guy do it? Could it be that Carlos is here too?
Fake!

Lake, who took off his glasses, was expressionless.

Silly.

Lao Tzu will too.

When I didn't get the gun fighting technique, I dared to fight the people in your textile factory.

Let alone now.

Since you don't intend to let me go through the motions, then don't leave. If you don't die today, the old man will take your last name!
MMP!

It's not that Lake has encountered risks when he was a law enforcement member or an assassin these years, but the assassin's approach is completely undeclared war, and there is no defense at all.

To put it simply, it is not about Wude.

Frankly speaking, this time, Lake promises to be the most thrilling one in the past few years. The last time it was so exciting was when he went through a minefield in an overseas operation.

Lake had already made an appointment with Stark Bank's loan department in the afternoon, and was going to take out an interest-free loan for police officers. He was going to make a loan of $[-] to hit the lottery.

This is just great.

After finally making an appointment with Stark Bank, this can't go on.

"Oh!"

"Fake!"

The killer was completely dazed. Seeing the round of bullets blasting in again, he retreated directly to the living room and began to look for other ways out, but all he could see was flames.

...yes, flames.

When Lake had just arrived, the killer had already poured gasoline into the house, intending to burn David's apartment to nothing. This was the most correct way to clean up.

The sound from room 503 at the moment when Lake and Joe went up to the fifth floor was the sound from the explosion of the Molotov cocktail in the back room.

How to do?
boom!
boom!
boom!
One after another bullets were thrown into room 503 by Lake.

at this time.

A bulging object was thrown out of room 503.

Lake's eyes narrowed.

next second.

Adrenal stimulation.

boom!
In an instant, Lake felt a sense of trance in everything around him, similar to the feeling of being drunk, but it was so clear that Lake could see the trajectory of the grenade bouncing on the ground.

"boom!"

"What the hell?"

The assassin who was about to use the grenade to run from room 503 to the opposite room 502 threw the grenade and ran out of the room, seeing Lake who brought the grenade back like lightning was completely dumbfounded. How is it possible.

Simultaneously.

He also saw Lake without glasses who volleyed like a goal.

"Black Ki (Black Country...)..."

The words just came out!

Boom!

The moment the grenade touched the killer's waist, it exploded instantly.

flame.

Swept all around with a bang!

……

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(End of this chapter)