The Legendary Life of an American Superhero

Lake left after telling Tony Stark the name of the new witness.

Tony was not familiar with him, so naturally, it was impossible for him to directly order Jarvis to hack into major databases to scan this witness in front of him.

This operation is illegal.

So Lake just turned around and left.

The car quickly left the somewhat exaggerated manor behind.

New Amsterdam Hospital.

Lake parked his car in the parking lot and thought about something.

for example……

What the hell does this guy who is behind the scenes using some unscientific means to facilitate this thing wants to do?

Could it be an extraordinary relative of Tony Stark, because of the agreement between the extraordinary and the secular, so this way can only be used to restart the investigation of this case?

But find me for Mao.

Lake is baffled, and again, there are many law enforcement agencies that can reopen the case of Howard Stark and his wife, and the New York Police Department is not the best choice, because the scene of the accident is not in New York, not even in New York In the state, the New York Police Department has no iron-clad jurisdiction over the case.

Is this person behind the scenes eyeing me?

For Mao.

Let him establish a good social relationship with Tony Stark because of this matter?

Neuropathy?

Lake blinked.

Two days later.

Intensive Care Unit at New Amsterdam Hospital.

Lake looked at Joe lying on the bed, intubated, breathing evenly, and tilted his head.

Joe's heart should not be as quiet as it appears, and his brows are furrowed, as if he is experiencing some terrible nightmare.

"Lake."

"Beckett."

Lake turned his head and greeted Beckett who came in: "How's the investigation going?"

Not only was Tony Stark looking for this witness named Bruce Ralph, George in the first group and Beckett in the second group were also helping Lake find.

It's only been two days with no progress.

Even the largest database of customer information in the nation's largest supermarket chain does not have this man named Bruce Ralph.

This Bruce Ralph is like a ghost and doesn't exist.

Beckett shook his head, and then said: "The police station has communicated with the national police station. Whether it's Bruce or Ralph, police officers have already come to the door to investigate, as long as there is overlap in time, We will surely find it."

Lake nodded.

For now, there is only one way, and now I can only pray that the federal agent did not lie or remember the people wrong, and that this Bruce Ralph did not change his name.

at this time.

Joe on the hospital bed suddenly snorted.

Lake's eyes lit up.

Seeing this, Beckett hurried out and called the doctor.

After half an hour.

The doctor walked out of the ward, looked at Lake and Beckett outside and said, "Although the patient is now awake, he is still very weak and needs to rest."

Lake nodded, indicating that he understood.

Enter the door.

Joe lay on the bed weakly, looked at Lake who entered the door, and squeezed out a smile: "Have I been lying down for a long time?"

Lake came over and sat on the small stool beside the bed: "It's alright, the superintendent said, you are a work-related injury, and the salary will be paid."

Joe smiled weakly: "Did you find it?"

Lake nodded: "Of course, I'm your partner."

Joe breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

At that time, when Joe opened the package and saw the USB flash drive, out of intuition and safety, he went back to the bedroom, copied one with his notebook, and then hid the red USB flash drive in the bookcase.

Not wanting to be wrong.

Lake smiled and said, "Fortunately, you copied an empty USB flash drive. Otherwise, I wouldn't have a chance to catch the killer who went back and forth."

This was later confirmed from the blue USB flash drive found on the killer's body, which was empty.

Joe blinked: "Empty? I just made a copy, how is that possible."

Lake was slightly taken aback: "Are you sure?"

Joe nodded affirmatively: "I just copied the USB flash drive in the bedroom, put it away when I go back to the study, and when I was about to call you, someone entered the room, John was..."

Having said this, Joe paused, then looked at Lake: "By the way, Lake, what about John? How is he now?"

Lake opened his mouth.

Seeing this, Joe seemed to know something, his eyes narrowed, and then his expression was a little unbelievable.

Immediately after.

Connected to Qiao, the device responsible for monitoring various data of Qiao's body suddenly shouted.

Thirty seconds later.

Lake was kicked out of the ward by the doctor who arrived.

Immediately after.

Lake and Beckett were both ejected from the intensive care floor together.

Downstairs car park.

Lake and Beckett glanced at each other for a while, shook their heads, Lake took out a cigarette, lit it, and said, "Where's the killer, still don't speak?"

Baker nodded.

Lake took a deep breath and walked towards his vehicle: "You stay here."

Done.

Lake got in the car and drove straight out of the hospital.

After half an hour.

Police station dark house.

"Detective!"

"Um."

Lake looked at the two police officers who were guarding the small dark room for 24 hours and nodded, then pushed the door and walked in.

The killer's hands and feet were tied, a rag was thrown from his mouth, and he was firmly bound to an iron stool.

The killer looked at Lake who came in, and a trace of fear flashed in the depths of his eyes, and then he quickly returned to the expression of a dead man.

Lake looked up at the monitor in the corner.

The monitoring green light flashes for a while and turns into a red dot.

Lake laughed, then looked at the killer with a blank face: "I know you won't reveal your behind-the-scenes messenger, but it's okay, you don't say it when you are alive, you will definitely say it when you die."

The killer was slightly taken aback and looked at Lake.

ten minutes later.

Lake went out and sounded the alarm.

The police officers from the police station rushed over in a short time, and Superintendent Montgomery also came, but in the interrogation room, the killer rolled his eyes and died on the seat, his mouth was dripping with blood, and his tongue fell to the floor with a snap. superior.

It is clear.

The killer bit his tongue and killed himself.

A police officer in the monitoring room just accidentally caused a short circuit when heating food in a microwave oven due to an aging wiring problem.

soon.

The killer's body was moved to the coroner's room.

Coroner Olivia looked at the fresh flesh that was sent, with a very strong look in her eyes.

Lake looked directly at Olivia: "Olivia, I need a piece of information, even if it's just a personal name."

What?

Olivia raised her head, her big eyes flashed suddenly, and she looked at Lake in confusion.

"Joe was seriously injured and her husband John was killed," Lake said.

Olivia nodded.

Lake turned to leave.

at this time.

Lake's phone rang.

George's.

"Lake, come on up, someone turned himself in."

"……What?"

"..."

Please, the answer is that I peeled the lychee skin and opened it into your mouth. You are saying that this is an apple and not a lychee, so I have no choice.