The Legendary Life of an American Superhero

"where are you?"

"you guess."

　　 "...Lake."

　　 "Well, I'm drinking at the bar."

"where?"

　　 "……"

　　 Lake hung up the phone that he had just remembered, smiled, and ordered his empty glass toward the bartender behind the bar, and signaled him to refill it quickly.

　　 Actually...

　　Lake originally wanted to take a day off and get a good night's sleep, but thinking that he had already slept in the afternoon, the most important thing was a sentence from Maureen that made him change his mind.

　　 Has other institutions stepped in?

　　 This sentence is not a word of persuasion for Lake, but full of temptation.

　　Lake wanted to see what kind of other organization this other organization was. If it was what he thought, there was no doubt that Lake suddenly felt that his girlfriend Maureen had suddenly become unfamiliar.

　　In other words...

　　Lake suddenly remembered the scene where Maureen walked to the balcony several times to answer the phone.

　　 In the Budan community.

"boom!"

"what!"

　　 "Don't move, you move, I will kill you."

　　Lake, who had already broken in, looked at the agent who was struggling to use his left hand gun when he was punched through his palm, waved his hand, and said in a light tone: "Don't think I dare not kill the federal agent."

　　 is really going to get angry, and Lake dare to kill the one who lives in the white building.

　　The federal agent with a hole in his palm sweats, but he still looks at Lake with a look, not just for his badge, it seems there are others.

　　Lake frowned, his eyes fixed on a photo frame on the bar in the living room.

　　 Next second.

　　Lake knows it.

　　 turned out to be a family.

"boom!"

　　 "William——"

"Ha ha."

　　Lake stopped his gun and watched an exclamation of pain from the stairs on the second floor, and the corners of his mouth curled up coldly.

　　Since it is not camp hatred, then it is private hatred. Regarding private hatred, Lake always likes to cut grass and roots, and he is soft-hearted? It will only give the enemy a chance to kill him.

　　 went upstairs.

　　 bang bang bang!

　　 bang bang bang!

　　 Dangdang!

　　 More than a dozen bullets fell in midair.

　　 Attorney Jefferson Orr, who was holding a gun hidden in his home, shrunk his eyes, and went upstairs for a meal to directly knock out Lake, who shot the bullet: "Don't come here, how much money I want, I'll give it to you."

　　Lake smiled and said, "Barrister, do you think I am short of money?"

　　 In fact, Lake is indeed short of money.

　　 What a pity...

　　 The **** plug-in doesn't accept top-ups from head abduction and cheating. If he accepts it, Lake wants to use his clone skills to go to the casino to brush money or control the clone to rob the bank.

　　 But the plug-in does not accept this kind of money, and the black eating black also belongs to this category in theory. However, who makes the final interpretation right not with Lake, but with the **** plug-in.

　　Lake looked at the pistol in Attorney Orr's hand, thought for a while, and said, "Or give you a chance, change the magazine, do it again, and see if you can kill me."

　　 I'll change you to a barren one.

Attorney Orr recalled the scene that had just happened in his mind, and the scene where the nine federal agents could not stop him, took a deep breath, raised his hands high, and then dropped the pistol in his hand under Lake's gaze: " Hi, maybe we can talk."

　　 Lake's mouth curls up: "You are very smart."

　　 I knew that this product was so smart, so I stopped calling, wouldn’t it be enough to just make a phone call?

　　 Orr had no expression on Lake’s compliment, but just held up his hands: "What you want to know, I will tell you, as long as you don’t kill me, we can talk."

　　Lake tilted his head, was silent for a while, and received the pistol behind his waist.

Fine.

　　 Then talk.

　　Lake is not a killer.

Although the Black King can be regarded as the dark side of Lake to a certain extent, Lake is fundamentally a pure and good person. It is only because the world does not have a sense of belonging and sometimes the film has a sense of sight, which makes Lake very It is difficult in this world to treat some people here as people in the real sense.

　　"Sit"

"……it is good."

　　Lake took a seat on the sofa in the study, and then made a gesture of inviting towards Attorney Orr, who was standing a little stiff in the same place.

　　 Attorney Orr glanced at Lake hesitantly. When Lake said the second time, he hesitated for a while and chose to sit on the side sofa opposite Lake.

at this time.

　　 The wow sound of the police car appeared.

　　 and the FBI.

"Ah!"

The corner of Lake’s mouth was curved, and under Attorney Orr’s gaze, he stood up directly, took a pistol from his waist, walked to the window, opened the window, and fired continuously at the police car that was already parked at the door. .

　　 The police officers who received the rescue call hurriedly looked for cover.

"do not come!"

　　 Lake took out a sweet potato from his pocket with a click, pulled it away, and threw it toward the outside: "I have a hostage on my hand. Be careful that I scratch him."

　　 Boom!

　　 The sweet potato exploded instantly and the law enforcement car was lit up.

　　Lake sneered coldly, sat back on the sofa again, put the pistol on the coffee table casually, and said to the opposite lawyer: "Now I can say it."

　　 Attorney Orr's gaze stayed on the pistol between the two for a while, then he settled and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead: "What do you want to know."

　　Lake said, "What do you mean, I thought you were a smart person."

　　What do you want to know?

　　 This is a stupid question.

　　 Attorney Orr said: "You want to know why I took the two cases where I was beaten by the New York Police Department detective on suspicion of intentional assault?"

　　Lake shrugged: "I don’t understand the terminology of lawyers. I’m a killer. You take money to do things. You are also a lawyer~www.readwn.com~ and you also take money to do things, so... do you want to drink?

　　 Attorney Orr blinked his eyes: "...what?"

　　Lake was silent for a while, waved his hand, got up and walked towards the study room where there is also a wine cabinet: "I didn't talk to you, and asked if you want to drink?"

　　 Barrister Orr opened his mouth and looked at Lake, who had left his pistol toward the wine cabinet, and was silent.

　　This person...

　　 is fishing.

　　 Barrister Orr thought in his heart. Although he looked at the pistol on the coffee table uncontrollably, he tried to control his body so as not to think about the pistol.

　　Lake took a look at the wine cabinet and shook his head. They are all whiskeys. Although they all seem to be expensive, Lake still likes bourbon, which is cheap and sky-high.

　　 turned around.

　　Lake smiled slightly at Attorney Orr: "So are you thinking about it, and get ready to tell me who paid you and asked you to take this case?"

　　 Attorney Orr was silent.

　　 It seems like what kind of struggle between heaven and man is doing in my heart.

at this time.

　　 Click!

　　 The power went out.

　　In an instant, the study room was completely dark.

　　 Next second.

　　 was suddenly called.

　　 just...

　　 Lake looked amused at the Attorney Orr who had already **** his pistol at him: "I thought you were a smart man, but I didn't expect you to be an idiot."

　　 Barrister Orr changed his image in a cold sweat, and squeezed the trigger with his right hand: "Is that right, if I were an idiot, what would you be a killer who throws your own weapons, idiot?"

　　Lake put his hands in his pockets and smiled: "Then you shoot, I bet there are no bullets in the gun."

　　 Orr: "……"