The Legendary Life of an American Superhero

That night...

wrong.

It was three and a half hours after Lake left Frank's home that the intelligence network arranged in a remote town in Arizona sent the good news of the first kill.

Fast enough.

After hearing the news, Lake looked at the time on his watch and couldn't help but exclaimed again.

This is the Frank Custer he wants!

Be vigorous and resolute.

Tenacious and decisive.

quickly.

The land agent from Arizona rushed to the scene and took the pictures of the scene and transmitted them. In the scene of the scene, the black-skinned Tuka was at this moment, and the chimpanzee's skin was all pulled up. The muscle tissue under the skin was exposed, and even the skin was neatly peeled and laid aside.

even……

Tuka still had a breath at the beginning. When the two bailiffs outside discovered something was wrong, when they came in, they made a mistake when solving the next Tuka, causing Tuka to scream directly and then died.

"It's cruel."

"On the contrary, I think this is a reciprocal and noble counterattack."

"..."

Lake looked at Rachel with a smile, as he had said with Frank before, and said: "When the law cannot bring justice to the parties, private retaliation is justified and even noble from this moment."

Rachel shrugged and said: "I'm not saying that Frank did something wrong, I'm just saying that he didn't need to make the scene so cruel."

Lake let out a cry, took another look at the photos on the scene, and nodded: "That's true, this product, I feel like I have a psychological problem, but after all, after suppressing it for so long, it broke out early in the morning, and the way is a little bit so extreme. It is also understandable. When the anger in his heart stops, it will be almost the same."

Rachel tore off the mask on her face and looked at Lake: "He got rid of the enemy outside, and what is left is New York City. No matter how extreme the method is, you are not afraid. Your New York City is in panic. After all, you are the landlord of New York City."

The corner of Lake's mouth curled up: "Let him kill, something happened, I will carry it for him!"

Rachel: "..."

A Frank who can forgive everything is a Virgin, or Frank who has returned to using violence to control violence once again, one life for another, this is not a multiple choice for Lake.

the next day.

Lake drove at the door of the New York Police Department and intercepted his friend George Stacey, who had received the report and was about to rush to the scene of the crime.

"Oh, Shett!"

After George Stacey went out, he saw the silver Cayenne parked in front of his police car. Then, watching Lake getting out of the car, he couldn't help but roll over a grumpy sentence: "Your guarantee. I still have it."

Lake smiled and said, "I said it's over for me not to participate in that case, right?"

The case he promised not to be mixed is the murder of Frank's wife and daughter, and the current case is considered to be Frank's suspected case. The nature of the two cases is different, and naturally they are two different things.

George said blankly: "What do you want?"

Lake shrugged and said, "Is the case yours?"

George's tone was calm: "Billy Russell's gang is in a poor apartment building. As a result, the district reported that early in the morning, I saw that the apartment building was bleeding. Do you think this case can be managed by the branch? "

Lake touched his chin: "Big case."

George sneered: "Stop talking nonsense, let's talk, what do you want me to do."

Lake shrugged: "Anyway, you have so many headless cases. If there is one more case, it doesn't make a difference, what do you think?"

George's eyebrows jumped: "Thirty-two corpses have been cleared from the scene over there."

"Three big meals."

"...The General Administration is already considering whether to let the FBI step in and solve this case together."

"I will arrange the Christmas activities."

"this is not……"

"In the future, I will help you share half of Gwen's dowry."

"No problem."

"..."

George nodded directly, took out his cell phone, made a few calls, and directly rejected the FBI's request to intervene, and then asked the personnel who rushed to the scene to speed up their actions a little bit.

Lake's eyebrows jumped, watching George who had changed his position so resolutely, he couldn't help but laughed a few times and shook his head.

After George hung up the phone, he looked at Lake and smiled dryly: "The wedding fund prepared for Gwen was taken out to invest in the stock market. As a result, who knew the stock market was so dangerous and was directly trapped."

"Federal Oil?"

"..."

Buying Federal Petroleum when Tony Stark is about to launch new energy?

Good guys.

You are really a qualified Leek and Pan Man. Entering at this time is the obligation to be a Pan Man for those Wall Street bigwigs.

Lake thought this in his heart, was silent for a while, and patted George on the shoulder: "Find some time, go to a psychiatrist, and see."

George: "..."

Talking.

A call hit George's cell phone again.

"Sir, Judge Michel was just killed in his office."

"what?"

George was taken aback for a moment. Then he looked at Lake who was still standing there and raised his eyebrows. He seemed to understand. He said to the person on the phone to understand, and then he hung up.

"Say it."

"Say what."

"How many others are there?"

"I do not know."

"..."

Lake looked at the speechless George and said with a smile: "I really don't know, I want to come, it should be soon."

The chart card is hung up.

Billy Russell’s gang also died.

The judge who tried this case also hung up.

What's left?

Seven people sent to prison for manslaughter?

In the afternoon.

Lake drove to the door of a New York private prison.

beep!

beep!

beep!

After the iron fence was opened, Lake drove the vehicle in. After parking the car, the warden of the private prison had already walked towards Lake and shook hands to say hello.

"Warden Clark."

With a smile on his face, Lake shook hands with the potbellied Clark Warden in front of him, and then he came to the office next to the incinerator in the basement as he spoke.

Eye-catching.

Seven corpses, all with a throat cut, lay quietly side by side.

"We haven't notified the police station."

"……Thank you."

Lake glanced at the talking Warden Clark, and nodded: "Just burn it."

Warden Clark was taken aback for a moment: "This...Okay."

Lake looked at the warden who was a little tangled, but still nodded, and smiled slightly: "Don't worry, warden, no one cares about the whereabouts of these six people, I promise you."

If there is concern, someone will be worried.

"Emilia."

"Ok?"

Lake and Warden Clark shook hands and parted. After getting back in the car, they called Emilia and said, "In the name of the Black King, I will place an urgent order for the Continental Hotel. I have already sent you the list. I want chicken. The kind that dogs don’t keep."

Emilia nodded: "Understood."

Lake hung up the phone, then glanced at the prison behind him through the rearview mirror, and drove straight away.

Good guys.

This prison, even if it takes me some time to enter quietly, and it is impossible to kill these seven people directly without any exposure.

How did Frank invade this prison silently from the outside in just half an hour, and then quietly leave after killing people quietly?

The various monitoring of the prison did not find anything.

It was five o'clock that afternoon.

The Continental Hotel sent a message indicating that the order has been completed.

Lake raised his eyebrows, walked into the study, took out the landing USB-shield of the Continental Hotel, and clicked on the seven-point video file sent over. One of them was counted as one, all of which were shots directly at the skull on the sea and then pushed off the ship .

The shooting was okay, that is, the anti-shake was not turned on, and the noise in the picture was not removed when editing.

Lake commented truthfully, and did not choose to be anonymous, he directly clicked on the evaluation, and then chose to issue the prepared reward amount.

Jingle Bell!

"I am Lake."

"Sir, there is a movement from Prosecutor Thomson~www.readwn.com~ Tiffany looked at the secret detection alert triggered at the New York airport: "Just now, Prosecutor Thomson entered the New York Kennedy International Airport. And bought himself a ticket to Kenya. "

"A person?"

"Correct."

"Where are his family?"

"No record."

"Ok."

Lake hung up the phone, touched his chin, thought for a while, looked at the backstage of the Black King's Continental Hotel, which had not yet been closed, shook his head, and placed a family reunion order of 100,000 dollars on it again.

Anyway, I have already chopped so many, and now there are a few more, basically there is no difference.

At this moment.

At JFK Airport in New York.

After Ai passed the security check, waiting for his flight to Kenya to board the plane, Da Hei, holding a suitcase, sat in his seat restlessly, looking at the busy, people coming and going around, always feeling My neck swishes cold.

this is too scary.

At first, Thomson felt uneasy after knowing that Tuka had been skinned. Later, after hearing about the mass casualties caused by the fire in the slum apartment building, he judged him to be fake news. Later, after seeing that he was very close to himself. The tacit judge's death immediately caused Thomson to run away overnight, fearing that he would become the next target.

"Boom!"

"Wow!"

"..."

Thomson just got up and was about to walk towards the toilet at the airport. When he wanted to go to the toilet to hide, the moment he just turned around, he collided with a person, waiting for Thomson to curse Fake. With words like that, when he stood up while covering his forehead, he stared at the person who was hit for a moment: "Is it you?"

The lawyer who was in a lawsuit for money also saw Thomson and was slightly taken aback: "It's you?"

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