The Legendary Life of an American Superhero

　　 David Comers.

　　Male.

　　 thirty-eight years old.

　　 lives in 503, fifth floor, 138 Courtev Street, New York City.

　　 Social Insurance No. 562948726.

　　 Joe looked at the fresh report and a photo of David on the report. It was difficult for Joe to associate this photo with the corpse downstairs that had begun to decompose.

　　 "Let's go."

"what?"

　　 Joe looked up again, and stared at Lake, who was standing up and wearing a suit jacket.

　　Lake inserted the gun into his gun bag: "Why, don't you plan to visit this guy's house?"

　　 Joe: "..."

　　 Kotve Street.

　　 "One hundred and thirty-eight, that's it."

　　 Lake drove the vehicle forward slowly looking at the house number on the roadside, and after a while, it stopped in front of a six-story apartment building with an orange exterior.

get off.

　　Lake looked around and found nothing unusual before walking towards the apartment building.

　　 Joe followed behind.

　　 This apartment building is always an apartment building without an elevator. This makes Lake, who moved his feet on the fifth floor, feel a little uncomfortable. If it weren't for a drag oil bottle, how could he be here.

　　 the fifth floor.

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

　　哐dangdang!

Ok?

　　Lake put his right hand on his waist and took the Glock 17 that needed to be replaced in his hand. Detective Joe Martinez beside him took out his gun in the same way.

　　 Glock with unlimited bullets is not suitable for use when performing missions. Although the New York Police Department does not specify standard guns, the ballistics of the guns you use when performing missions need to be filed in the Police Information Division.

"go!"

"it is good!"

　　Lake and Joe briefly talked, and then carefully walked towards Room 503, where the door was closed, with both guns in his hands.

The door of the apartment next to 　　 opened, and an old white lady carrying garbage came in and saw Lake and Joe holding guns in the corridor exclaiming.

　　 Joe hurriedly covered the old lady's mouth, showed her credentials under the frightened expression of the old lady, and then signaled the old lady to go back to his room.

　　 The old lady hurried back to the room.

but…

　　 The movement in the room 503 opposite also disappeared.

　　 is over.

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

　　 Next second.

　　 Suddenly!

　　 The sound of gunshots from room 503 instantly burst, as if the bullets of a submachine gun smashed the wooden structure of the wall from the room madly and shot towards the location where Lake and Joe were just now.

　　 The bullet blasted on the door of Room 502, piercing it, and there was a sudden cry inside, and then there was no more.

　　 After a wave of gunshots.

　　 There was a boom.

　　 503's room door was broken open, and a man covered with gauze held guns in both hands, and fired at Lake and Joe in the hallway again.

　　Fak!

　　 Lake cursed, and once again he held Joe, who had just been pulled down by him, before he could stand up, quickly back into the stairway.

　　 The bullet hit the wall of the stairs.

　　 hurts!

　　Lake was scratched by the fragments of Bengfei's wall and narrowed his eyes.

　　 good fellow.

　　I just want to come over for a cutscene, and then I can get off work. What are the meanings, do you want me to get off work or plan to let me take a long vacation?

　　 Lake looked at Joe who got up next to him: "Are you all right."

　　 Joe shook his head: "It's okay."

　　 "Call for support!"

　　 "...OK, wait..."

　　 The words fall.

　　 Joe only saw Lake in front of him sprang out at the moment when the gunshots stopped on the other side, and he felt bad.

　　 Is this looking for death?

but…

　　 "Boom boom boom!"

　　"..."

　　 The killer who was at the door of Room 503 rushed back into Room 503 when he saw Lake appear and his muzzle burst into flames.

　　 "Looking for death, I will send you to die."

　　 After learning that David's death was exposed to the police station, the killer who was ordered to clean up David's things leaned on the wall, squinted his eyes, reloaded, and pointed his pistol to the outside to stimulate him, and then slammed it fiercely.

　　The unique skill of the textile factory, gun fighting skills!

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

boom!

boom!

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

"what?"

"boom!"

　　 The assassin's eyes shrank sharply. He watched as he turned a bend and banged beside him, and it was no good for him to be able to kill his bullet hole from a short distance.

　　 How could this guy also come, did Carlos also come?

　　Fak!

　　 Lake took off his glasses with no expression on his face.

　　 Stupid.

　　 I will do too.

　　 When I didn’t get spear fighting skills, I dared to fight with the people in your textile factory.

　　 Not to mention now.

　　Since I don’t plan to let me go through the scene, don’t leave. If you don’t die today, the old man will give you your last name!

　　MMP!

　　Lake has not encountered any risks when he was a law enforcement team member or assassin these years, but the assassin’s approach is completely undeclared, and he hasn’t given anyone any shameful precautions at all.

　　 To put it simply, there is no such thing as martial ethics.

　　 Frankly speaking, this time, Lake promised to be the most thrilling in the past few years. The last time it was so exciting was the minefield during the overseas operation.

　　Lake had made an appointment with the loan department of Stark Bank in the afternoon, and was going to take out a loan to compare the interest-free loan of the police officer, and was going to borrow a hundred thousand dollars to hit a wave of lottery.

This is just great.

　　 I finally made an appointment with Stark Bank, but I can’t go anymore.

　　 "Boom!"

　　 "Fak!"

　　The killer is completely confused, UU reading www. uukanshu.com looked at the bullet coming in from the turn again, and went straight back to the living room, and began to look for other ways out, but the eyes were all flames.

　　...Yes, flame.

　　When Lake just came over, the assassin had already filled the room with gasoline and planned to burn David's apartment with a torch. This was the most correct cleanup step.

　　 The sound from Room 503 the moment Lake and Joe went up to the fifth floor was the sound from the Molotov cocktail in the back room.

How to do?

boom!

boom!

boom!

　　 One bullet after another was thrown into Room 503 by Lake.

at this time.

　　 A bulging object was thrown out of Room 503.

　　Lake's eyes shrank slightly.

　　 Next second.

　　 Adrenal glands stimulate.

　　 Boom!

　　In an instant, Lake only felt a sense of trance in everything around him. It was somewhat similar to the feeling of being drunk, but it was so clear that Lake could see the trajectory of the grenade bounce on the ground.

"boom!"

　　 "What the hell?"

Ready to borrow a grenade, the assassin who ran from room 503 to room 502 on the opposite side threw the grenade and ran out of the room. He was completely dumbfounded when he saw Lake, who lifted the grenade back with his toes like lightning, and his mind was filled with countless people. How could the idea be.

Simultaneously.

　　 He also saw a vigorous volley like Lake without glasses.

　　 "Ki (Black Country...)..."

　　 The words just came out!

　　 Boom!

　　 The grenade exploded at the moment it touched the killer's waist.

　　 flame.

　　 swept all around!

　　...