David Commers.

male.

Thirty-eight years old.

Living on 503, 5th Floor, 138 Cottoff Street, New York City.

Social Insurance No. 562948726.

Joe looked at the freshly released report and a photo of David on the report, and it was difficult for Joe to contact the photo with the body that had already started to decay downstairs.

"Let's go."

"What?"

Qiao came back to his senses and looked up at Lake who was standing up wearing a blazer.

Lake inserted the gun into his gun bag: "Why, aren't you going to go to this guy's house to see?"

Joe: "…"

Cottve Avenue.

"No. 138, it's here."

Lake drove the vehicle slowly forward and looked at the door number on the side of the road. After a while, he stopped in front of a six-story building with an orange-red appearance.

get off.

Lake looked around and found nothing unusual, so he walked towards the apartment building.

Joe followed behind him.

This apartment building is always an apartment building and there is no elevator, which makes Lake, who moves to the fifth floor, feels a little unbeautiful. If it weren't for a scoop, how could he have been here?

Fifth floor.

When Lake pushed open the stair door, his eyes fell to where 503 should be.

Clang!

Um?

Lake placed his right hand on his waist and took the Glock 17 that needed to be replaced on his waist. Detective Joe Martinez next to him took out his gun like this.

The Glock with Unlimited Bullets is not suitable for use when performing missions. Although the New York Police Department does not stipulate a standard gun, the ballistics of the gun you use when performing missions need to be registered with the Police Information Department.

"Walk!"

"good!"

Lake and Joe said it briefly, then carefully walked towards the door with guns in both hands, and walked slowly to Room 503, which was heard from inside.

The door to the apartment next to it opened, and an old white lady carrying garbage walked in and saw Lake and Joe holding a gun in the corridor exclaiming.

Qiao hurriedly covered the old lady's mouth, showed her ID under the old lady's terrified expression, and then signaled the old lady to go back to her room.

The old lady hurried back to the room.

but……

The movement in room 503 opposite also disappeared.

It's over.

Lake sighed, then grabbed Joe next to him and stepped back towards the place he had just come.

Next second.

Twist!

The gunshots were instantly heard in Room 503, as if bullets from submachine guns were crazily shattering the wooden structure of the walls from the room and firing towards the location where Lake and Joe had just been.

The bullet hit the door of Room 502 and pierced it through. There was a sudden scream of pain inside, and then, there was no more.

After a wave of gunshots.

There was a bang.

The door of 503 was broken, and a man covered in gauze held a gun in both hands and shot Lake and Joe in the corridor again.

Fark!

Lake cursed, and once again, he held Qiao, who had just been pulled down by himself and had not had time to stand up, quickly back and into the stairs passage.

The bullet hit the stairs wall.

pain!

Lake was shaved by the broken wall fragments and narrowed his eyes.

Good guy.

I just want to come over and go through the motions and get off work. What do you mean? If you don’t let me get off work or are you going to let me have a long vacation?

Lake looked at Joe who was standing next to him: "Are you okay?"

Joe shook his head: "It's okay."

“Call support!”

“…Okay, wait…”

The words fell.

Joe only saw Lake in front of him jumping out at the moment when the gunfire stopped, and he felt bad.

Is this seeking death?

but……

"Bang bang bang!"

“…”

The killer at the door of Room 503 rushed back to Room 503, which broke through the door when he saw Lake appear and the fire burst out from the muzzle.

"I'll send you to death."

When he learned that David's death was exposed to the police station, the killer who was ordered to clean up David's things leaned against the wall, narrowed his eyes, reloaded the bullet, and pointed the pistol outside to inspire it, and then shook it hard.

Unique skills in textile factories, gunfighting skills!

Lake's eyes shrank slightly, and the Glock 17 in his hand was also thrown out!

Bang!

Bang!

Two yellow Cancan bullets collided in the air and shattered directly.

"What?"

"Bang!"

The killer's eyes shrank, and he looked at him turning a corner and hitting him, and he was almost at a distance to kill his bullet hole.

Why can this guy do it? Could it be that Carlos is here too?

Fark!

Lake, who took off his glasses, had no expression on his face.

Be stupid.

I will, too.

When I haven't obtained gunfighting, I dare to fight with the people from your textile factory.

What's more, now.

Since I don’t plan to let me go, don’t leave. If you don’t die today, I will take your surname!

MMP!

In recent years, Lake has encountered risks when he was a law enforcement player or a killer, but the killer's approach is to fight undeclared and he has not given anyone any defense.

Simply put, it means not being moral.

To be honest, this time, Lake promised to be the most thrilling one in recent years. The last time it was so exciting was the minefield that was in the overseas operation.

Lake had made an appointment with Stark Bank's loan department in the afternoon, and was preparing to borrow a loan of a police officer for an interest-free loan, and was planning to borrow a 100,000 USD to hit a lottery.

Now it's OK.

I finally made an appointment with Stark Bank, but I couldn't go on now.

"Bang!"

"Fake!"

The killer was completely confused. He looked at the bullets that were knocked in again and retreated directly to the living room and began to look for other ways out, but the fire was everywhere.

...Yes, flame.
To be continued...