The Legendary Life of an American Superhero

"what?"

"You heard me, I bet you don't have bullets in your gun."

Lake put his hands in his pockets, showing a gentlemanly demeanor, very politely holding a gun on the opposite side, with a nervous expression, said Or, who thought he was the killer if he didn't look closely.

Infinite ammo version of the Glock 17.

Lake uses this gun, no matter how many bullets it shoots, it is very reasonable in the eyes of others, but only Lake knows that there are no more bullets in this gun.

There will be no bullets for at least the next six minutes.

Lake has done experiments. Although this gun can shoot infinitely, when the first shot is fired, there are bullets in the magazine. When the twelve bullets are exhausted, it will take ten minutes to refill. clipped.

During this period, except for the shooting of Lake himself, the rest of the people were unable to fire bullets.

Moreover.

No one else could even pull the trigger if Lake didn't want to.

Orr listened to Lake's words, thinking that Lake was frightening him, and his face was grim: "You think I dare not, then you go to death."

The words fall.

Click.

"what?"

"Bang!"

Lake directly kicked Orr onto the sofa with one foot, grabbed the pistol with his right hand, and looked at a controller that fell on the ground. It was obvious that Orr used this thing to control the power switch just now.

pity.

Orr loses out on stupidity after all.

If Orr is really smart, he should know that a killer, a real killer, will never drop a weapon in front of his target for no reason, unless he is fishing.

Orr also thought of this before, but unfortunately, Orr chose to bet.

Lost the bet.

Lake looked blankly at Or on the floor: "Guess, if I drive, are there any bullets."

Or's eyes shrank, his mouth was full of blood, and he looked up at Lake: "No, wait, wait..."

"boom!"

"..."

Lake looked blankly at Or, who was rushing on the street, and sighed. He had already given a chance before, why not?

at this time.

After the law enforcement officers outside the house heard the gunshots, they directly chose to attack.

The corners of Lake's mouth curved upwards.

boom!

in a nearby bar.

"hiss!"

"What's wrong?"

Lake, who was talking to his girlfriend Maureen, rubbed his eyebrows and said, "A little sleepy."

Although he had the experience of committing suicide for the first time with a gun, Lake thought he was immune, but once again, well, Lake felt that this kind of thing should be less subtle in the future. After a few more attempts, Lake felt that he was not far from schizophrenia. .

talking.

Lake shook his head and looked at Maureen: "Why did you come here suddenly?"

Maureen said, "The killer is over at Jefferson Orr's house. Is that your name again?"

Lekha's smile: "What killer, I'm the detective, how can I know the killer, I, Lake Edwin, and sin have never been inexorable."

"Really?"

"certainly."

"That's good, the police station, the FBI has already dominated the houses. This time, the killer can't escape. However, this is a good thing."

Lake frowned, "Why?"

Maureen shrugged and said, "If the killer is caught, this matter will come to an end, and I have explained to those who protested. The rest is to hope that he can withstand the interrogation."

Lake blinked and looked at Maureen, who was watching him closely.

After a while.

Lake shifted his gaze and sipped his glass of wine: "You're wrong, Maureen Hand!"

It's not right.

Lake always thought that his girlfriend was a scholar at best, and then the family background was a little more complicated, but a conversation with his girlfriend just before he went out seemed to indicate something.

at this time.

Maureen came back to his senses, took out his mobile phone, glanced at the incoming call, then glanced at Lake again, and answered the call: "Hello."

Standing in the study room on the second floor, Natasha Romanov, wearing an FBI uniform and long fiery red hair, looked at Barrister Orr, who had just been dead for less than two minutes, and said to the phone: "He ran away."

Maureen's eyes narrowed, and then he looked at Lake, who had been in her sight since she came in.

Lake smiled: "What's wrong?"

Maureen hummed towards the phone, and hung up the phone with a normal expression: "The killer ran away."

Lake raised his eyebrows, then shrugged: "That's too bad."

"Yeah, too bad," Maureen said.

The choice was given to you, but you did not cherish it.

After all, it was wrong.

Lake drank the wine in his glass, was silent for a while, took out a key from his pocket and handed it to Maureen.

Maureen frowned: "What is this?"

"The key to the locker downstairs."

"what?"

Seeing that Maureen took the key, Lake got up and walked outside the bar, waving his hand: "I've put all your things over there, I think it's time to end."

Maureen: "..."

Yes.

Time to end.

It's time to say let go of this relationship, and later, Lake feels he will be more dangerous.

Not life-threatening.

It's a danger from a certain angle.

Lake didn't like the feeling of being kept secret. He admitted that he had double standards, but it was a habit and he couldn't change it.

It is clear.

Maureen was indeed hiding something from him, and Lake had already guessed some from his speculation.

so……

Time to end.

After Lake came to this world from his previous life, he didn't have too many principles, but he still set a principle for himself.

That is to work hard to make money and become a god as soon as possible, and live a life that he likes casually. As for the theme of snakes and shields, he has no interest at all.

If Lake's guess is true, then Maureen's true identity will be revealed.

If wrong?

Then Lake felt that it was better to separate early, lest when he got the time, Lake could not control his murderous intention, and if he wanted to kill together, even if Lake wanted to stop the knife, he couldn't.

fine.

Just half a year.

sad?

Absolutely not.

Maureen Hand.

Hand?

Victoria Hand?

on the taxi.

Lake couldn't help but patted his face. In other words, the prompt was already so obvious, why did he only find out now?

Have you been fascinated by beauty before?

soon.

When Lake left the bar, Natasha, who took off her uniform and put on casual clothes, walked in, sat next to Maureen, ordered a glass of wine and said, "What's wrong?"

Maureen shook his head.

Natasha frowned: "He asked?"

Maureen shook his head.

after awhile.

Maureen took off his concealed in-ear headphones, crushed them, and said, "He didn't say it, and even if he did, it would be fine. He couldn't find us."

Paused.

Maureen sighed and looked at Natasha: "But Lake seems to have noticed something."

"What's wrong?"

Maureen took out the locker key that Lake had just given, and smiled: "He broke up with me."

Natasha: "..."

Don't be impatient, little friends, take away your temper, old rice and glass heart, Maureen will explain, the next few pictures are, if you are not satisfied, you can scold you again, okay, please!