The Legendary Life of an American Superhero

　　 "Sorry, Mr. City Councillor, the search has already started, and I forgive me to refuse!"

　　"..."

　　Sloan's office.

Lake hung up the third call on his cell phone since he entered this office, looked at his cell phone, and then looked at Sloan sitting in his office chair with his arms folded with interest, and laughed. He smiled: "Mr. Sloan is really capable. The Secretary-General of the Disabled Persons' Federation, our police inspector, and now another city councilman, wow, who will come in next?"

Sloan was expressionless, turning a blind eye to the several police officers who were rummaging in his office. He stared at Lake standing in front of him with a faint expression: "Inspector Edwin believes in his informants so much. I never thought about it. Maybe this Was it a misinformation?"

　　 Damn Carlos.

　　 Sloan cursed in his heart. In his opinion, it is no doubt that the informant in Lake's mouth is Carlos. After all, just now, he also knew what kind of evidence the court was based on to sign the authorization.

　　 A so-called killer confession book.

　　 In addition to the killer’s organization, there is also an unwritten rule in the killer world, that is, under no circumstances should a killer be associated with law enforcement agencies.

　　 To put it simply, you are not allowed to be two or five.

　　 Once discovered, they will also enjoy the treatment of the entire assassin world chasing to the death.

　　 Sloan looked at Lake with a calm expression. While cursing Carlos frantically, he had already planned a good idea. The next person who appeared on the Destiny Loom was Lake Edwin.

　　Lake chuckled: "Mr. Sloan, you have a good temper, but I don't know, how are your killers?"

　　 Sloan said: "Inspector Edwin said that there is evidence for this, and if there is no evidence, my staff is a killer, and it is damning. Does Inspector Edwin have any opinion on us?"

　　Lake nodded earnestly: "Yes, very opinionated, almost killed me, does that count?"

　　 Sloan: "..."

　　 If there is no opinion, Lake will bring the soldiers so laboriously. During this time, drinking coffee in the office and eating out with his girlfriend at the end is not fragrant?

　　 Sloan is not talking anymore.

at this time.

　　 Lake's phone rang again.

　　 This time it was from the Chief of Police Bert, but it was from Bert’s personal cell phone, not a landline.

　　 is connected.

　　 "Director!"

"where are you?"

　　 "Perform search missions."

　　 "I won't tell you anything more, half an hour, I will give you half an hour, and I haven't found any evidence, so I withdraw it."

　　 "Understand!"

　　Lake hung up the phone, looked at Sloan who seemed to be squinting behind his desk, and smiled.

　　 This is the mayor of New York.

　　 But...

Director Bert is also in place. Although the position of Director Bert was appointed by the mayor, the term of office of the mayor is approaching, and Lake and Bert’s son also have a fateful relationship. Therefore, Director Burt still bought Lake half an hour.

　　 Half an hour is enough.

　　 In order to make a big effort, Lake not only prepared a plan to irritate the opponent, but he also had a final solution to the bottom of the box.

Lake took off his mobile phone case directly under Sloan’s gaze, took out the battery inside, and said to a police officer: "This desk should also be searched, especially the one under Mr. Sloan’s ass. A chair."

　　 Police officer responded: "Yes!"

　　 Ma Ma batch.

　　 I'm all standing, so why are you sitting?

　　 A trace of anger flashed across Sloan's face, but under the gaze of the two police officers with guns, he still maintained the most basic politeness, smiled, got up and left his office chair.

　　 Next second.

　　 bang.

　　 A police officer broke the door vigorously, kicked the chair with one foot, and then opened his stomach against the chair very skillfully.

ten minutes later.

Joe, who was in charge of the search outside, walked in from the outside, glanced at Sloan standing there, and walked to the side of the sofa sitting on the sofa with his legs folded and his arms closed, and his eyes closed in a low voice: "No ."

　　Lake opened his eyes, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Sloan, who had just curled up his mouth with a smile: "Is Mr. Sloan thinking of something happy? Why don't you tell me?"

　　 Sloan looked at the time on his watch: "There are twenty minutes left, Inspector Edwin."

　　Lake nodded: "Don't worry, I know what integrity is better than Mr. Sloan. Once the time comes, I promise I won't stay one more minute."

　　 Joe's expression is a little nervous.

　　 This confidence came over and offended a lot of big shots. If this is nothing, it would be a complete play.

　　 Lake looked at Joe: "Have you checked everything?"

　　 Joe nodded.

　　 "Anywhere?"

"Yes it is."

　　 "Have you found anyone who is different."

"…Uh."

　　 Qiao was stunned slightly, then frowned: "Different people, a temporary worker in their warehouse is nervous."

　　Lake continued: "What is it called?"

　　 "What Wesley."

"this one."

　　Lake looked up, looked at Sloan, and then walked directly outside: "Mr. Sloan, I said today is my lucky day, do you believe it?"

　　 Sloan's eyelids twitched.

　　 soon.

　　 Trash white Wesley was taken to Lake.

　　 Lake, in a suit with his hands in his pockets, looked directly at the information sent on the tablet, then raised his head and said to the officer standing next to Wesley, "Grab it."

　　 Wesley was taken aback for a moment, then looked at the factory director: "Mr. Sloan..."

　　 Sloan directly stretched out his hand and interrupted to look at Lake: "Mr. Edwin, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, can I ask, why do you do this?"

　　 "The crime of intentional injury and the crime of theft."

　　"..."

　　Lake said so, and then looked at Sloan: "However, if Mr. Sloan admits that the Wesley in front of him is an employee of your factory, I think the Commercial Crime Investigation Bureau may add a crime of commercial espionage."

　　 Wesley came here this morning, and the case has just been reported.

do not forget.

　　 Wesley did a big job before joining the mutual aid association. In the company where he used to work, he became a real keyboard man and beat his supervisor and a colleague with the keyboard.

　　 Put it in the movie, this thing is called happy enmity.

　　 But this is reality.

　　 In reality, Wesley’s supervisor and colleagues have reported the crime. Wesley’s behavior is called a crime. As a criminal suspect, Lake has a legitimate reason to detain Wesley.

　　 finished.

　　Lecto glanced at Sloan, and then directly said to the police officer: "Take it away, and then notify the 33rd sub-station to bring someone to the police station."

　　 Wesley was dumbfounded and called Director Sloan's name when he was taken outside by the police officer.

　　 He was so fond of him because he could change his life. As a result, he didn't change his job to a killer, but he was directly transferred to a criminal suspect.

　　 soon.

　　 Wesley was taken out.

　　 Sloan took a deep breath and looked at Lake: "In ten minutes, I'm already expecting Inspector Edwin to give us an explanation."

　　 Lake's mouth curled up: "Yes, there are still ten minutes, and there is still the last place to go."

　　 Sloan: "..."