"……who!"

“Evans.”

Lake kicked the door and stood up behind the counter and spoke directly: "I want your EA A shipment record."

Evans's face suddenly changed.

Bang!

Glock hit the counter with a seventeenth style and instantly created a spider-web-like crack in the glass counter.

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

"Oh."

"Bang!"

"ah!"

"I'll kill you."

Lake tilted his head and stared at Evans, who was lying on the ground after a gunshot, covered his thighs, and then shot directly at the door of the store without looking back.

Bang!

A few little black men immediately scattered birds and beasts.

Lake wasn't worried at all that they would call the police because they didn't.

This Hell Kitchen area has its own unique survival rules. Here, they will only seek help from illegal organizations, rather than seeking help from the branch office here.

Even the branch here turns a blind eye to many things in the Hell’s Kitchen area.

If any branch of the New York Police Department has a branch that is recognized as corroded, then the 36th branch in charge of the Hell Kitchen area is a branch that is recognized as corroded.

Of course.

There is no evidence on the surface.

"Fake!"

Falling on the floor, covering his thighs and enduring the pain, Evans looked up and glared at Lake: "Damn it, I haven't sold EAA in the past few months, not a single one, a pistol, who would want it?"

Lake tilted his head: "What he said makes sense."

but.

After Lake nodded in agreement with Evans' words, he raised his pistol and pointed at Evans' chest expressionlessly: "Shipping list."

Evans: “…”

Ten minutes later.

Lake walked out of the second-hand store recycling store behind him, ignoring Evans's painful and humming moans inside, staring blankly at the dozen gang members who had surrounded his car.

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

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

Wow.

The dozen or so gang members took a step back.

Lake goes in again.

The gang members retreated again.

"Oh."

“…”

Lake chuckled, put away the Homeland Security Bureau ID in his hand, opened his car door, rumbling, left here directly, and galloped towards the Thirty-sixth Branch.

In the afternoon.

Lake, who was lying in the New York Police Department's serious crime department, received news from the Thirty-sixth Branch.

Six second-hand EAA pistols with labels and still very delicate appearance were poured into the evidence box. All six EAA pistols sold from Evans in the past few months were not lost here.

All of this was confiscated from Hell's Kitchen.

This is the 999 incident.

The 36th Branch knew the meaning of the 999 code, and the same was true for Hell Kitchen. As long as they did not want the New York Police Department to completely overwhelm the army, when faced with such 999 code, once Hell Kitchen was involved, they could always give the police department a satisfactory explanation.

or……

This is why Hell Kitchen has survived to this day.

"Take it to the forensics department for ballistic testing."

"good."

"Where is George."

"I haven't come back yet."

Lake nodded and said, "George's side should have good news."

The six EAAs sold by Hell Kitchen are all here, which shows that this matter is unlikely to be done by people from Hell Kitchen. Of course, it is not ruled out that the buyers from Hell Kitchen buy a new EAA to hand in.

But this possibility is very low.

Not to mention whether he can afford the brand new EAA pistol, just to say one thing, he dares to shoot a law enforcement officer. Will his brain be so smart?

The night is approaching.

George is back.

There was also a poisonous insect coming back with George.

"Hardy Botton, a poisonous insect, bought an EAA pistol two months ago, but it was not found in the room. When he was found, the guy was already excited."

George looked at the poisonous insect lying in the observation room and was still in self-stimulation. He shook his head and said, "Only three were sold there, and the other two have been sent to the forensic department for ballistic tests."

Lake rubbed his chin and stared at the poisonous insects in the observation room without saying a word.

A poisonous insect that sucks a hilarious shot and kills a law enforcement officer?

The past is said.

but……

I always feel something weird.

Now the poisonous insect cannot ask anything, so it comes out. I can only wait until this guy leaves from the excited state before he can interrogate.

But there are clues that are good things.

Lake pulled his eyes away from the poisonous insect, greeted George, Beckett and others, and then prepared to leave.

"Lack."

"Joe."

At the door of the police station, Lake looked at Joe who came out and called him, smiling and said, "What?"

Qiao shrugged, "The car broke down, don't mind sending me home."

Lake said: "Of course not."

When Lake was at the New York Police Department, she was resistant to Joe's partner, but if Joe was like Beckett and George, Lake wouldn't mind being friends with Joe.

Just don't join me.

at the moment?

The problem doesn't exist, Lake is at the Department of Homeland Security and Joe is at the New York Police Department.

Brooklyn.

Lake walked out of the car, looked up at the apartment building in front of him, and looked at Joe: "Have you moved?"

Joe nodded and said, "Yes."

The previous home was sad about the story, so Qiao sold the original house and then moved it to this apartment building to live in.

After all, people always have to look forward.

This is a good thing.

Lake thought in his heart, and smiled at Qiao, "Okay, see you tomorrow."

Qiao smiled and turned around and walked towards the apartment building: "See you tomorrow."

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

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

Lake gets in and starts the vehicle.

"Bang!"

“…”
To be continued...