Chapter 20: The true face of the textile factory

The gunfight is over.

One after another corpses were found, neatly arranged aside, the injured SWAT and police officers and the surviving killer drove to the hospital with the help of one after another ambulance. .

The entire textile factory has been surrounded by the New York Police Department.

The scene is almost the same as the WTO event that took place last month.

嘭!

嘭!

Director Burt and the Montgomery Superintendent got out of their cars, and at first sight they saw Lake sitting on the steps with a bandage on his forehead, hanging from his right arm.

**** Christ.

That full of corpses, my God, how many people are dead?

The two looked at each other, and then walked towards Lake.

Joe, who was next to him, raised his toes slightly when he saw Lake, who was chatting with the SWAT captain Jack, who was also simply bandaged.

Lake looked back at Joe.

Joe looked at the chief and police inspector who came by.

Lake saw this, got up, and greeted Director Burt and Superintendent Montgomery: "Director, Superintendent!"

Burt looked around, the bullet shells and blood stains all over the floor were very conspicuous: "The arrest is over?"

Lake followed Burt's gaze, and then hummed.

There was a burst of curiosity in my heart.

He had already confessed during the search. He dug three feet into the ground, but when the search was conducted, he didn't find a gun. When the war started, good guy, the firepower of this textile factory was almost the same as that of a company.

So where did these guys hide their arms before?

Caroline of the Public Crisis Relations Division also came over from a short distance, and after greeted Director Burt, then said to Lake: "Lake, so what is the situation, why am I still rushing outside? Said the reporter who came."

Lake looked directly at his immediate boss Montgomery, and then he gestured to Carlos, the police station's external image with blond hair, sweet looks and a freshman's favor in the hearts of the people, and motioned Caroline to go to Montgomery.

Caroline looked directly at Montgomery.

There have been no less than ten media outlets outside the cordon from half an hour ago to now, and this number is still increasing.

After all, one after another ambulance cannot be hidden.

The big-headed Caroline, who was just provoked by a group of reporters, can't manage so much now. She only needs information, and it doesn't matter who gives it, so she can deal with the group of reporters who look like jackals.

Montgomery looked at both Lake and Caroline, looking at him, his face was dark, and he looked directly at the highest leader here today, the New York Police Commissioner Bert.

Burt was taken aback for a moment, and then said to Lake angrily: "Your case, you are responsible!"

Lake showed a slight smile, got up, walked aside with Caroline, and then briefly told the whole story of this action.

Caroline listened very seriously.

half an hour later.

The New York Daily took the lead in writing the report, and published the electronic report on its own network as the number one speed.

"Shocked, the textile factory that donated 5 million yuan, his true face turned out to be..."

Return to the police station's vehicle.

Lake looked at this headline published on the Internet with Joe's mobile phone while driving, blinked his eyes, and said, how did the New York Daily learn this deep shock?

and also…

Lake blinked, looked at the electronic photo he had published in the newspaper, and pointed his phone at Joe: "Do you think this photo is extraordinarily domineering."

Inspector Lake Edwin, the leader of the three serious crime team, led the special police team to destroy the secret killer base.

I'm famous.

As for why I use Joe’s cell phone to watch, there is an explanation.

Lake’s cell phone is an old-fashioned flip phone, not a smart phone. It’s okay for making phone calls and texting, but it’s just a dream when it’s used to surf the Internet.

Lake wants to use a smart phone.

But the ghost knows whether someone will be eavesdropped by someone through the back door. In short, when there is no electronic technology in the lottery, for the sake of safety, Lake refuses to use only mobile phones.

Joe, who drove carefully, glanced at Lake, who looked at his picture and seemed to be narcissistic. He didn't answer this question, but asked in a puzzled way: "Lake, I still don't quite understand why they suddenly violent ?"

After seeing the mayor’s car coming in, Joe was ready to go back to sit on a cold bench with Lake, or be fired, who knows how to turn around.

Lake smiled and thought for a while: "If someone kills your husband in front of you, will you be upset?"

Joe cast a blank glance at Lake: "This is an inappropriate metaphor."

Lake shrugged, "But this is the most suitable metaphor, so Sloan has no choice."

Either watched Lake dismantling the Destiny Spinning Machine, and then the faith of the mutual aid association ended, or just give it a try, maybe they can fight back.

What a pity...

Lake won.

Police station downstairs.

Lake just got out of the car when a fragrant wind came. Then, he saw his girlfriend Maureen running down the steps and hugged him.

Morin looked at Lake's hanging right arm, blinked and looked at Lake.

Lake smiled and said: "Small injury!"

Joe next to him bowed his head and curled his mouth. What a small injury, it was not hurt at all. The reason why Lake hangs up, in his words, everyone is injured, and he is not injured. Moreover, it will be difficult to write a closing report at that time.

and so…

Lake hung an arm.

It is said that Lake regrets a bit now, not because of other things, but because he seems to hang the wrong arm. He should hang up his seldom-used left hand instead of his frequently-used right hand.

This resulted in one thing.

When eating at night, Lake couldn't even hold the fork in his left hand.

Girlfriend Maureen is smiling.

Lake fiddled with it twice, sighed, and seemed to give up on the meatballs in the bowl. Finally, it was not Vegetable Day today, and it turned out that I couldn't eat it.

Maureen, who sat opposite, shook his head, got up and walked over.

When Maureen was about to feed, Lake refused. After waiting for the meatball entrance, Lake suddenly felt that hanging his right arm did not seem to be a bad thing.

If it weren't for something tonight, Lake felt that maybe he could still enjoy a wave of imperial enjoyment tonight.

It's a pity that there are still things at night.

The money in the safe of the textile factory is no longer available, but for the next two waves, Lake feels that he should be able to eat it anyway.

You can also get the protection fee of waste Xiaobai the last time.

what?

In case Carlos regrets it, since the textile factory is gone anyway, can Carlos eat and vomit?

Ha ha.

If that is the case, Lake can guarantee that Carlos will regret it very much. It is easy for Lake to kill a person outside during the day. Similarly, it is even easier for Lake to kill a person in a police station’s confinement room. .

I bet he dare not give me money!

That's what I earned from labor!

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