Wow!

Wow!

Wow!

Three police cars and six explosion-proof cars whizzed out from the New York Police Department headquarters, with sirens hanging, and rushed to the textile factory that looked like a castle near the New Jersey River bank.

The car is eighty miles away!

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

include……

Something happened last night, Carlos was late.

There is a reason why Carlos came late. Last night, Carlos stayed in a mainland hotel until his son got off work and secretly followed him. There was news that his son Wesley was targeted by the Mutual Aid Association.

As expected.

Firefox came out to hook up with his son.

Carlos broke out in a gunfight with Firefox in an affordable store in Queens, but his son believed that Firefox was a good person because of his beauty, so he got into Firefox's car and ran away.

So Carlos came late today.

at the moment?

Carlos followed behind in an ordinary car, staring at the police car moving forward in front, with a facial expression on his face, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

Is that guy going to rely on the New York Police Department to fight against the Mutual Aid Association?

Carlos yesterday heard Lake ask him to guess this when he was watching at the police station in the morning, but he didn't believe it, not that he didn't believe anything else, but that the New York Police Department would attack the textile factory.

My family knows their own affairs.

In recent years, the Mutual Aid Association has relied on textile factories to establish good cooperative relationships with the Disabled Persons' Federation, but also the factory director has spread coins and mixed into the mayor's campaign team.

Nowadays, the land near the castle is from the Mutual Aid Association. This is the reward for the success of the mayor's campaign. If there is no return, who would support the mayor's election with real money?

so……

Carlos doesn't really believe that there is such a relationship that the New York Police Department will attack the textile factory with his so-called confession.

But now Carlos is confused.

But Carlos is also not optimistic about the police station's operation. The police station said it was openly. Even if he went to the textile factory, he would not find any evidence to prove that the textile factory was something organized by the killer.

So what trick is that guy playing?

Do you want to bet?

Carlos thought in his heart.

Half an hour later.

Just as Lake led the SWAT convoy to the castle bridge and was approaching the city, Sloan, the director of the textile factory who was discussing the explosion in David's apartment yesterday, received a call.

After hanging up the phone.

Listening to the alarm ringing that was getting closer and closer, Sloan narrowed his eyes and said to the people sitting in his office: "The New York Police Department is here to go back to do things."

Firefox and others looked at each other.

The butcher said in a deep voice: "Where is that guy?"

Sloan frowned slightly, remembering that he had come here this morning to join them. Wesley, who is now tied up to prepare for special training, said to the butcher: "Have you started training yet?"

The butcher shook his head.

Sloan said: "Let him go to the warehouse first and wait until the police outside are talking."

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 was an antique after all. Instead of letting the waste Xiaobai explode it, it would be better to keep Lake intact now.

About five minutes later!

Click rub!

The castle suspension bridge 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 he shook hands: "Good noon, Mr. Sloan."

It was not surprising that Sloan knew him at all. After all, half an hour had passed now. I guess Sloan had already obtained all the information from Lake in the past five minutes.

But you are dead today.

I'm talking about it.

After Lake shook his hands, he pressed his hand towards Joe next to him.

Qiao knew it and showed the signed search warrant to Sloan: "Mr. Sloan, we suspect that your textile factory has a direct relationship with a killer organization, and this is a search warrant."

Sloan looked shocked and seemed to be unbelievable: "We are a killer organization. I think this must be a huge misunderstanding. Look at them. Does the NYPD think that a group of people with physical defects will be a killer?"

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

Sloan looked at Lake.

Four eyes are opposite.

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 kind that is uncovered.

Yes.

Lake hadn't made any concealment at all. The more this happens, the higher the chances of mutual assistance taking risks. At that time, as long as the gunfire sounds, there will be no trouble even if Lake blows up the castle.

"Mr. Sloan?"

“…”

Sloan came back to his senses, laughed, and made a gesture of invitation: "Of course, our textile factory has always abide by the law. Inspector Edwin is searching, but if it cannot be searched, then Inspector Edwin may be in some trouble."

Lake smiled: "Don't worry about Mr. Sloan, Mr. Sloan, I understand that I have spent a lot of time to get this search warrant. I originally planned to come and visit directly after sewing threads yesterday afternoon."

After saying that.

Lake waved his right hand at the police officers and secret service members who were already lined up behind him: "Check it out, even in the toilet, take apart the faucet and see if there is anything hidden."

The police officers shouted, "Yes, sir!"

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

Sloan also had an iconic smile on his face.

Lake said, "Mr. Sloan, go and take us to your office to see?"

Sloan did not move any other things and made a gesture of invitation: "Please!"

Lake nodded to Joe beside him.

Enter the castle.

Swish!

Lake looked up and looked at a few women standing on the windows of the textile factory security room on the second floor and looked at this side with a head of red curly hair.

"Firefox!"

"……What?"

Lake looked at Sloan who stopped and looked at him, and the corner of his mouth slightly curved, and still looked at the Firefox, which had disappeared from the window on the second floor, and said in a faint tone: "That woman just now should be the killer Firefox, Mr. Sloan."

Sloan was moved inside, and his expression remained unchanged: "Hahaha, Inspector Edwin was joking. Most of us are disabled workers with physical defects, so where is there a killer?"

Lake smiled and said meaningfully: "Is that true? So, Mr. Sloan thinks it is my informant who lied?"
Chapter completed!