The Legendary Life of an American Superhero

Wow!

Wow!

Wow!

Three police cars and six explosion-proof vehicles roared out of the headquarters of the New York Police Department, with their sirens on, and charged towards the castle-like textile factory on the bank of the New Jersey River with great momentum.

Eighty miles!

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

include……

Something happened last night, Carlos was late.

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

as predicted.

Firefox came out to hook up with his son.

Carlos got into a shootout with Firefox at an off-price store in Queens, but his son believed that Firefox was a good guy because of his beauty, got in the Firefox car and ran away.

So Carlos came a little late today.

at the moment?

Carlos followed behind in an unremarkable car, watching where the police car was in front of him, with the same expression on his face, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

Is that guy going to rely on the NYPD against Mutual Aid?

Carlos guessed this yesterday when he heard Lake let him look at the police station in the morning, but he didn't quite believe it, not because he didn't believe in anything else, but because he didn't believe that the NYPD would attack the textile factory.

The family knows their own affairs.

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

Now the land near the castle is owned by the mutual aid society. This is a reward for the success of the mayoral campaign team. If there is no reward, who will support the mayoral election with real gold and platinum?

so……

Carlos doesn't quite believe that there is such a relationship, the NYPD will attack the textile factory with his so-called confession.

But now Carlos is lost.

But Carlos is also not optimistic about this action by the police station. After all, the police station is on the surface. Even if he goes to the textile factory, it is impossible to find any evidence to prove that the textile factory is the thing of the killer organization.

So what exactly is that guy playing?

Do you want to gamble?

Carlos thought so.

After half an hour.

Just as Lake was leading the SWAT team across the bridge leading to the castle, and when the soldiers approached the city, Sloan, the factory manager who was discussing the explosion of David's apartment yesterday in the textile factory, received a call.

After hanging up the phone.

Sloan listened to the alarm bell that was getting closer, narrowed his eyes, and said to everyone 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 solemnly, "Where's that guy?"

Sloan frowned slightly, remembering that he came to join them this morning, and Wesley, who was now bound for special training, said to the butcher, "Have you not started training yet?"

The butcher shook his head.

Sloan said: "Let him go to the warehouse first and wait for the police outside to say."

The butcher nodded.

Outside the castle.

Lake got out of the car and looked up at the textile factory in front of him that looked like a medieval castle. This thing is also an antique. Instead of letting that waste Xiaobai blow up, it is better to keep Lake intact now.

In about five minutes!

Crack!

The drawbridge of the castle slowly opened.

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

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

It's not unusual for Sloan to know him. After all, it's been half an hour now. It is estimated that in the five minutes just now, Sloan probably already got all the information about Lake.

But you are dead today.

I speak.

After Lake shook hands, he reached out to Joe next to him.

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

Sloan looked shocked and seemed to be in disbelief: "We are a killer organization, I think this must be a big misunderstanding, look at them, does the New York Police Department think that a group of people with physical defects can be killers?"

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

Sloan 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 a strong murderous intent in Lake's eyes.

The undisguised kind.

Yes.

Lake didn't make any cover up at all. The more this is the case, the higher the chance that mutual aid will take risks. As long as the gunshots sound, Lake will not have any trouble even if he blows up the castle.

"Mr. Sloan?"

"..."

Sloan returned to his senses, smiled, and made a gesture of invitation: "Of course, our textile factory has always been law-abiding, and even if Inspector Edwin searches, it's just that if he can't find it, then Inspector Edwin will do the same. It might be a little troublesome.”

Lake smiled: "Don't worry about Mr. Sloan, Mr. Sloan, I'll tell you clearly, it took me a long time to get this search warrant. I originally planned to sew the stitches yesterday afternoon. Just came to visit."

Done.

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

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

Lake put his hands in his pockets and looked at Sloan with a smile on his face.

Sloan also had a signature smile on his face.

Lake said, "Mr. Sloan, come on, take us to your office?"

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

Lake nodded to Joe beside him.

Enter the castle.

Swish!

Lake raised his head directly, and immediately looked at a few women with fiery red curly hair who were standing at the window of the security room of the textile factory on the second floor and looked this way.

"Firefox!"

"……what?"

Lake moved towards Sloan, who stopped to look at him, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, still looking at Firefox who had disappeared from the window on the second floor, and said indifferently, "That woman just now should be the killer Firefox, right? Mr Long."

Sloan's heart was agitated, but his expression remained unchanged: "Hahaha, Inspector Edwin is joking. Most of us here are a group of disabled workers with physical defects. Where can there be a killer."

Lake laughed and said meaningfully: "Really, so Mr. Sloan thinks that it was my informant who lied?"

Sloan: "..."

Have a great weekend!