The legendary life of a manga

Chapter 9 Mutual Aid Association, Textile Factory (seek quality triple!)

After half an hour.

The entire apartment has been surrounded by the law enforcement forces of the New York Police Department, and the cordon of the apartment has even been placed at the corner of the street.

in an ambulance.

With his right arm exposed, Lake, who had put on his gold-rimmed glasses again, was receiving disinfectant treatment from his lovely nurse sister.

His immortal body only guarantees that he can not die and has a sound body, but he will still be injured, unless it is the kind of head shot, the bullet will be discharged by itself, and other bullets will not come out by itself.

And the pain doesn't go away.

"hiss!"

Lake's right arm trembled slightly, and subconsciously retracted it, but was pulled back by the cute nurse.

The youthful, beautiful and limitless nurse didn't even raise her head: "Don't move."

The voice is very low, but there is no doubt that it seems that a powerful force of law has descended.

Lake opened his mouth: "..."

not far away.

Joe, who had also bandaged his forehead, came over and just heard the conversation between Lake and the nurse. He felt a little unbelievable. It was difficult to compare Lake, who had a little bit of skin in front of him, with the killer who was in the corridor just now. The fierce man who also kicked away the grenade connected.

Joe waved away his miscellaneous thoughts: "Are you okay?"

Lake looked up at Joe who was coming with gauze on his forehead, and asked, "Are you okay?"

"good."

"That's good."

Joe was silent for a while, and said to Lake, "Thank you."

Lake glanced at Joe: "It's okay, just go and report as soon as George's mission is over."

Joe: "..."

At this moment, two dead bodies and three wounded were carried out at the exit of the apartment. The old lady in 503 opposite 502 and her son who lived with her died in the explosion.

Superintendent Montgomery walked over with a dark face after answering the reporters' questions at the cordon.

Joe greeted Montgomery, "Sir!"

Montgomery looked at Lake who was sitting in the ambulance with a little helplessness on his dark face: "I have been suspended for a month, and I even forgot that your famous words are a big scene."

Lake shrugged: "Sir, my famous saying is that I have nothing to do with evil."

What big scene?

This is completely uncontrollable. After all, the New York Crime Squad deals with some vicious criminals, and it is different from the first group and the second group. The third group is only Lake. Naturally, when the criminals are arrested, fire and is inevitable.

to blame...

It's all the NRA's fault.

Who let the Rifle Association lead to the proliferation of guns across the United States, let alone guns, if ordinary people are willing, they can buy RPGs.

"Oh, so I still blame you?"

"I do not mind."

"I mind!"

Montgomery's tone raised a bit, looking at the gap made by the explosion of the grenade on the fifth floor of the apartment, his brows fluttered erratically: "You have just been reinstated, and once you have a mission, good guy, just give us the public loss budget for the second half of this year. Throw it in, and, what did you find?"

Joe interjected from the side: "Sir, we..."

Lake looked directly at Montgomery: "That Anonymous belongs to a killer organization, a killer organization that exists on the land of New York."

Joe blinked.

The angry expression on Montgomery's face changed, and then he looked at Lake without speaking.

Lake got out of the ambulance, stretched his right arm, and said to Montgomery, "That unknown person, David Comerth, also belongs to this killer organization. I got news from the informant that this organization some time ago A killer defected, and the organization wanted to make an example of others, so..."

talking.

Lake shrugged and stopped talking.

Informant?

That doesn't exist. The reason why Lake said he was an informant was that he could apply to the police station for an informant fee with a maximum limit of [-] U.S. dollars after the matter was over.

Two thousand dollars is a drop in the bucket for a lottery, but two thousand dollars can make Lake's living expenses settled for this month.

No one may believe it.

The leader of the No. [-] Serious Crime Unit of the NYPD has to rely on corruption informant fees to support himself.

"Your informant?"

"Yes, sir."

"Is the news reliable?"

"hundred percent."

Montgomery looked at Lake, was silent for a while, then turned and walked outside: "I'll give you ten days to confess to me, or I'll confess to you."

Montgomery's heart was bleeding when he directly spent the public compensation budget of the serious crime team in the second half of the year. If it hadn't been for this, the money could have been sent out as a bonus at the end of the year.

but……

The public compensation budget for the second half of the year, if it matches the destruction of a killer organization, huh huh, then Montgomery will not feel bad, and even make money.

soon.

After most of the police officers who cleaned up the apartment after the explosion withdrew from the apartment, Lake and Joe re-entered the apartment.

A big hole was punched in the corridor over there on the fifth floor.

Entering the apartment of 503, the fire has also been extinguished, and the whole apartment was burnt beyond recognition. At first glance, there was nothing of value at all.

Several police officers were in a messy apartment, looking for something they thought to be valuable from the ruins swept by the fire, for example, finding out the address of a certain killer organization.

but……

Lake didn't need it at all, because the address of the mutual aid society was very prominent, just on the river bank near New Jersey in New York, the former castle converted into a textile factory.

only……

This textile factory registered as a company, paid taxes formally, hired a group of deaf-mute people to work in it, and provided about [-] jobs for the New York municipal government.

and so……

Even if Lake knew the address of the Mutual Aid Association, it would be tricky to lead the team directly to the door.

Because there is no evidence.

really.

Back in the office, Montgomery's face darkened when he heard Lake's request to the opponent of the textile factory: "You want to lead a team to surround a textile factory that donated nearly 500 million in the WTO event last month, and it is a textile factory The textile factory that was visited by the mayor and governor half a month ago?"

Lake nodded: "Yes."

Montgomery put down the pen in his hand, wiped his face, and then his eyes wandered, with an unrealistic feeling: "Do you have any evidence?"

"evidence?"

Lake said: "No, but there is the base camp of a killer organization called [Mutual Aid Society]. I will bring the special service team over there now, and I will be able to present the evidence in front of you at night."

Montgomery was in a bad mood: "You want me to hand over the Secret Service to you without evidence, and then follow you to a textile factory that provides jobs for the New York Disabled Association?"

talking.

Montgomery's face darkened immediately: "Don't even think about it!"

Lake: "..."

(End of this chapter)