"I...I really don't remember!"

"hehe."

"Really, he came to buy it with a hood and a mask."

"Oh."

"Sir, I swear to God, I really didn't see what he looked like, but..."

"explain."

"He should be a Manhattan."

“…”

Lake looked up at the black market businessman who didn't even see the human appearance, but could tell the point where he was born.

The black market businessman said: "Sir, his temperament is the same as those of those rich young men in Manhattan."

Lake has a weird expression: "Do you still understand temperament?"

The black market businessman smiled shyly: "It's just a little bit."

Lake sneered: "I didn't see clearly, I saw my eyes clearly. The painter came over immediately. Be honest and draw this guy for me. If you don't draw, I will directly send a notice. After leaving this door, you will go directly to hell to do business."

MMP.

A little bit?

Why don't you say it's billions?

And what is that shy expression doing?

Pretend to be pure?

Lake was a little nauseous.

Leave the interrogation room.

George, who walked out of the observation room, also summarized the information: "The poisonous insect was basically the same as the black market businessman said. His ID was also bought by a man with a hoodie and a mask."

Lake said: "Did you say that poisonous insect? He judged by his temperament that the person who bought his identity ID was the young master of Manhattan?"

George said: "A garbage poisonous insect, even if he has temperament, can he see it?"

That's right.

If the poisonous insect has this vision, will it become a poisonous insect?

Lake shook his head.

The police officers responsible for checking and monitoring also heard good news.

On the big screen.

In a public telephone booth on the side of the road three blocks outside Qiao's apartment, a guy wearing black clothes wrapped himself tightly, put his hands in his pockets after hanging up the phone, lowered his head, walked along the road to the underground passage not far away.

Before leaving.

The guy seemed to see the surveillance monitor. Instead of speeding up his pace, he stopped and looked up. He just raised his middle finger to the surveillance monitor.

This is a bare-fruit provocation.

"Let the brothers work overtime and read out all the nearby surveillance. Even if it is a frame by frame, you must find out the garbage raised by this bitch for me."

"Don't worry, George."

"Thanks."

Police Station rooftop.

Lake and George lit a cigarette one after another, watching the night in New York to rest.

“By the way.”

Lake frowned and asked, "Someone guards the hospital."

George said: "Don't worry, Ryan and Esposito are there."

Lake nodded.

Even if there are no clues, as long as Qiao wakes up, he should be able to provide reliable clues.

the next day.

Qiao woke up the next evening, but she couldn't tell the appearance of the gangster who attacked her. When Qiao was about to go upstairs, the gangster was already there.

Before Qiao could react, he shot directly.

after.

Joe looked at Lake and said, "He walked up to me and was about to finish the fight. Fortunately, you didn't leave. After hearing the sound, the gangster opened the back door of the apartment and left."

Open the back door?

Lake raised his eyebrows and looked at Joe: "Does he wear gloves?"

Qiao thought about it and shook her head with a sorry look: "Sorry, I don't remember."

Lake waved his hand, took out the phone, and called George.

Not sure, that's maybe not.

soon.

George called and said that he had taken several fingerprints from the back door of the apartment and had been sent to the forensic laboratory.

Lake was about to hang up the phone.

George said: "The one who keeps dog food killed another patrolman."

Lake: "…"

This is a complete killing of madness.

This time, a patrolman who was conducting daily patrols on Manhattan's Upper East Side. Like the previous cases, the criminal seemed to have shot and killed people in public, but he was very cautious. At the time of the incident, no one of the people who were watching the melons saw it.

and.

The crime scene is only 500 meters away from Xingchen Building.

The guard of Xingchen Building also called the police station and told the police station that there was a man wearing black clothes, a hoodie and a mask preparing to enter Xingchen Building.

but……

The guards of Xingchen Building had a generous annual salary of 50,000 US dollars that year, so they had not waited for the man to come in, but put his right hand on his waist and asked the guy to take off his mask.

The man immediately turned around and left.

George frowned and said, "You are the law enforcement officers in your building, right?"

Lake nodded.

"He is going to find you."

"Then he is looking for death."

“…”

Lake said so, and came to him to find him. Lake still wants it. At that time, Lake will let this gangster who has already killed crazy know what true cruelty is.

Another day.

It has been almost a week since the first case. Although the criminal shot all the law enforcement officers, the crime scene was in public and the people began to panic.

Even the FBI began to ask the New York Police Department if they needed to intervene in the case.

The New York Police Department chose to refuse.

They already have it.

"Bulvo Allen, male, twenty-five years old, from the Upper East Side of Manhattan."

“…”

Lake, who is working in the New York Police Department these days, frowned at the Bulvo Allen who was hanging on the whiteboard: "How come this name sounds familiar?"

Beckett looked at Lake: "The last mayor was named Allen, and this Bulvo Allen is his son."

Lake raised his eyebrows, as if he had thought of something, looked back at the photo on the whiteboard and touched his chin: "I remember, is this guy one of the three I've beaten up in the bar?"

George said: "You're not beating, you're stuffing a billiard ball into his mouth."

Lake laughed.

Next second.

Lake curled his smile: "Is it him?"

so……

Is this an act of revenge?

Lake stood up and walked outside: "The people have returned to the Ministry of Local Security of our country, I'll be on the trial."
To be continued...