"…Who!"

"Evans."

Lake kicked in directly, and stood up behind the counter, Evans, an African-American federated with dreadlocks, said directly: "I want your EAA shipment record."

Evans' face suddenly changed.

哐!

Glock's seventeen-style smashed on the counter, instantly creating a spider web-like crack on the glass counter.

Lake chuckled, then looked at Evans blankly: "I know you have it. I want the shipping list for the last few months. If you don't give it?"

"Ah."

"boom!"

"what!"

"I will kill you."

After Lake tilted his head to watch the shot, Evans who fell to the ground clutching his thigh, then shot directly at the shop door without looking back.

boom!

A few small black people immediately scattered all over.

Lake didn't worry that they would call the police at all, because they wouldn't.

This area of ​​the Hell's Kitchen has its own unique rules of survival. Here, they will only ask for help from illegal organizations, and will not ask for help from the branch here.

Even here, the branch office closed one eye to many things in the Hell's Kitchen area.

If any branch of the New York Police Department has a corroded branch, then the 36 branch in charge of the Hell's Kitchen area is the corroded branch.

Of course.

There is no evidence on the surface.

"Fak!"

Falling to the floor, clutching his thigh, Evans, who was enduring the pain, raised his head and glared at Lake: "Damn, I haven't sold EAA at all in the past few months. I haven't had a single handgun. Who I will."

Lake tilted his head: "It makes sense."

but.

After Lake nodded and agreed with Evans's words, he raised the pistol and pointed at Evans' chest blankly: "Shipping list."

Evans: "..."

ten minutes later.

Lake walked out of the second-hand store recycling shop behind him, ignoring Evans's painful and low-pitched moan, staring blankly at the dozen or so gang members who had surrounded his car.

More than a dozen gang members also have their own weapons in their hands.

Lake lowered his head and laughed, and took a step forward.

Wow!

The dozen or so gang members took a step back.

Lake enters again.

The gang members retire again.

"Ah."

"..."

Lake chuckled lightly, put away the Homeland Security ID card in his hand, opened his car door, rumbling, and left here directly, galloping toward the thirty-sixth inning.

In the afternoon.

Lake, who was staying in the serious crime department of the New York Police Department, received a message from the 36th Precinct.

Six second-hand EAA pistols with labels that were still very delicate were dumped in the evidence box. All the six EAA pistols sold from Evans in the past few months are here.

These were all confiscated from the Hell's Kitchen.

This is a nine-nine-nine incident.

The thirty-six sub-bureau knows the meaning of the 999 code, and so is Hell’s Kitchen. As long as they don’t want the New York Police Department to be completely overwhelmed by the army, they will always be able to deal with this type of 999 code once it involves the Hell Kitchen Give the police station a satisfactory explanation.

or…

This is the reason why Hell's Kitchen has survived so far.

"Take it to the Assurance Department for a ballistic test."

"it is good."

"Where's George."

"Not back yet."

Lake nodded and said, "There should be good news from George."

The six EAAs sold in Hell’s Kitchen are all here, which shows that it is unlikely that the people from Hell’s Kitchen did this. Of course, it does not rule out the buyer from Hell’s Kitchen who bought one. Possibility to hand in the new EAA.

But this possibility is very low.

Not to mention whether he can afford a brand new EAA pistol, just say that he would dare to shoot law enforcement officers. Will his brain be so bright?

Approaching night.

George is back.

There was also a poisonous insect who came back with George.

"Hardy Bolton, a poisonous insect. I bought an EAA pistol two months ago. I didn't find it in the room. When I found him, this guy was already hilarious."

George looked at the poisonous insects lying in the observation room, and shook his head: "Only three are sold over there, and the other two have been sent to the forensic department for ballistic testing."

Lake rubbed his chin and stared at the poisonous insects in the observation room without speaking.

A poisonous insect gun to kill an enforcer?

Said in the past.

but…

It always feels weird.

Now the poisonous insect's state can't ask anything, so he can come out, and can only wait until this guy leaves the hi state before the interrogation can be conducted.

But having a clue is a good thing.

Lake took his gaze away from the poisonous insect, said hello to George and Beckett and others, and then he was about to leave.

"Lake."

"Joe."

At the door of the police station, Lake looked at Joe who came out and stopped him with a smile: "What?"

Joe shrugged: "The car is broken, don't mind sending me home."

Lake said, "Of course not."

When Lake was in the New York Police Department, he resisted Joe's teaming up, but if Joe was like Beckett and George, Lake wouldn't mind being friends with Joe.

Just don't partner with me.

at the moment?

The problem no longer exists. Lake is in the Department of Homeland Security and Joe is in the New York Police Department.

Brooklyn.

Lake got out of the car, looked up at the apartment building in front of him, and looked at Joe: "Moved?"

Joe nodded and said, "Yes."

The previous home was sad with a story, so Joe sold the original house and moved to live in this apartment building.

After all, people always have to look forward.

This is a good thing.

Lake thought this in his heart, and smiled with Joe: "Well, see you tomorrow."

Joe smiled, turned and walked towards the apartment building: "See you tomorrow."

There is no story of going up for a cup of coffee.

It's just a friendship story between colleagues and friends.

Lake got into the car and started the car.

"boom!"

"..."

Lake narrowed his eyes and looked at the apartment building where gunshots were heard suddenly.

get off.

After entering the apartment, at the top of the stairs over there, Joe was lying on the ground, clutching his chest, blood was rushing freely.

FAK!

Lake hurried to Joe's side, picked him up, and kicked open the apartment door directly.

boarding.

start up.

The speed is one hundred miles.

Fortunately, the nearest hospital to Joe's apartment building is only two blocks away.

After half an hour.

George, Beckett and others rushed to the hospital.

"How?"

"Still rescued."

Lake's face was gloomy, which was a provocation under his nose.

quickly.

The emergency doctor came out.

Several people hurriedly gathered around.

The emergency doctor nodded, and George and Beckett breathed a sigh of relief.

Nodding YES.

Shaking his head No.

Nodding means that the rescue is over.

The doctor said: "However, the patient has lost too much blood and needs to be observed in the hospital for several days."

Finished.

The doctor returned to the emergency room.

at this time.

George's phone rang.

hang up the phone.

George said to Beckett and Lake: "A reporter from the Daily Horn called just now, saying that there was a call who claimed to have just killed a law enforcement officer."

In fact.

This call was made when the second law enforcement officer was killed, but the reporter at the time didn't take it seriously, and after his boss heard the news, he prevented him from notifying the police of the news.

Because this will be their exclusive report.

Until just now, the call came again, saying that he had fired a shot in the chest of a female law enforcement officer this time. The reporter who was eating with his wife and daughter at home realized the big problem, so he hurriedly contacted 9-11.

The reporter was soon taken back to the New York Police Department.

His phone was also taken away and sent to the laboratory for identification.

The New York Police Department was brightly lit.

In fact.

Since the first shooting incident of law enforcement officers came out, the lights in the office area of ​​the New York Police Department have not been dimmed, and all police officers have cancelled their vacations.

In the words of the director, when will I catch this **** and when will it end?

Life and death!

A team of police officers has also gone to the Clarion News Agency to conduct seizures. The New York Police Department began to report to all citizens after a shooting time and contact the police in time for any clues.

What does your horn newspaper mean?

exclusive news?

If you want so much, Lao Tzu will give you an exclusive news, and even a screw from your newspaper will be taken off as evidence. Is this considered an exclusive news?

quickly.

The source of the two telephone calls was found out. They were all public telephones near the place where the crime occurred at the time. The police station is urgently calling out the surveillance near the public telephone there. UU Reading www.uukahnshu.com

There is no need to look at the public telephone surveillance in Queens, and the New York Police Department has no hope of reporting it. At present, we can only pin our hopes on the surveillance in Brooklyn.

but…

There is no news from the monitoring side, and George, who urgently interrogated the poisonous insect, has a clue.

This goods sold his ID card for a hundred dollars.

who is it?

do not know.

Where to live.

Poison knew nothing, he was addicted at the time, let alone his ID card, if he had a wife, he would not hesitate to sell his wife in exchange for what he wanted.

The black market merchant in Queens was also directly pulled over.

The black market merchants were also wronged. Originally, things like buying and selling black guns were not seen. If he said yes, he would not bring him back if he gave the name. As a result, he was still pulled over.

Who would dare to do business with him from now on?

The black market merchants are a bit miserable and want to call their lawyers over.

Lake was expressionless: "You can call a lawyer, but after you call a lawyer, I will spread the information that you provide clues tomorrow, do business, and go to hell."

Black market merchant: "..."

Do you want to be so domineering?

The black market businessman opened his mouth and wanted to sue Lake for intimidation. However, looking at the large area of ​​blood on Lake’s suit, he was a little dejected: "I have told you all I know."

"Think, think about it, the third pistol, who are you selling to, don’t say you don’t know, you just participated in the memory master contest held by New York TV last month, you remember everything six months ago, two Can't remember what happened a month ago?"

"..."