"Where are you?"

"you guess."

“…Lack.”

"Okay, I'm drinking in the bar."

"where?"

“…”

Lake hung up the phone that he had just remembered, smiled, and pointed his empty wine glass at the bartender behind the bartender, signaling him to continue the glass quickly.

actually……

Lake originally wanted to give himself a day off and have a good sleep, but thought that he had already had a sleep in the afternoon, and the most important thing was that Molin's words made him change his mind.

Has other institutions intervened?

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

Lake wanted to see what other institutions were like. If it was really what he thought, there was no doubt that Lake suddenly felt that his girlfriend Molin suddenly became unfamiliar.

Say...

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

In the Budaan community.

"Bang!"

"ah!"

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

Lake, who had already broken into the door, looked at the agent who was punched through his palm and tried hard to hold a gun in his left hand, waved his hand and said in a light tone: "Don't think I dare not kill federal agents."

It's really going to get angry, Lake even dares to kill the one who lives in the white building.

The federal agent with a hole in his palm was sweating coldly, but he still looked at Lake with a look, not just for his badge, but seemed to have other things.

Lake frowned, and then his eyes fixed on a photo frame placed on the living room bar.

Next second.

Lake understood.

It turned out to be a family.

"Bang!"

"William—"

"hehe."

Lake closed his gun, looked at the stairs on the second floor with a scream of pain, and the corners of his mouth were coldly curved.

Since it is not a camp hatred, it is just a private hatred. For private hatred, Lake has always liked to eliminate the roots and is soft-hearted. It will only give the enemy the chance to kill him.

Going upstairs.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

Dangdangdang!

More than a dozen bullets fell in the air.

Mr. Jefferson Orr, holding a gun hidden at home, shrank his eyes and went upstairs to attack Lake, who shot the bullets directly: "Don't come over, how much I want, I'll give it to you."

Lake smiled and said, "Barantor, do you think I'm short of money?"

In fact, Lake is indeed short of money.

pity……

Damn plug-ins don't accept the recharges from American kidnapping and cheating. If they accept it, Lake would want to use his clone skills to go to the casino to make money or control his clone to rob the bank.

But plug-ins do not accept this kind of money, and black eating and black also belongs to this category in theory. However, who made the final explanation not with Lake, but with that damn plug-ins?

Lake looked at the pistol in the hand of Barrister Orl, thought for a while, and said, "Why don't you give you a chance, change the magazine, and do it again to see if you can kill me."

I'll change you to a barren one.

Barrister Orr recalled the scene that had just happened, and there were still scenes where nine federal agents could not stop him. He took a deep breath, raised his hands high, and then threw away the pistol in his hand under Lake's gaze: "Hi, maybe, we can talk."

Lake's mouth arced: "You're smart."

If I had known this guy was so smart, I wouldn't have called him. Wouldn't it be enough to just call him?

Orl had no expression on Lake's praise, but just raised his hands: "I will tell you what you want to know, as long as you don't kill me, we can talk."

Lake tilted his head, remained silent for a while, and took the pistol behind his waist.

OK.

Then let’s talk about it.

Lake is not a murderer.

Although the Black King is to some extent the dark side of Lake, fundamentally speaking, Lake is a simple and good person, but because the world has no sense of belonging and the sometimes-appearing movies, it makes it difficult for Lake to regard some of the people here as real people in this world.

"sit"

"……good."

Lake sat on the sofa in the study room, and then made a gesture of inviting lawyer Orl, who was standing in a stiff place.

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

Just then.

The whine of the police car appeared.

And the FBI.

"Oh!"

Lake's mouth was arced, and under the gaze of Barrister Orl, he stood up, took out his pistol from his waist, walked to the window, opened the window, and shot continuously at the police car that was already parked at the door.

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

"Don't come over!"

Lake took out a sweet potato from his pocket with a lick of it, pulled it away, and threw it outside: "I have a hostage on my hand, be careful I'll wipe him."

boom!

The sweet potato explosion instantly lit up the law enforcement car.

Lake smiled coldly, sat back on the sofa, placed his pistol casually on the coffee table, and said to the barrister Orl opposite him: "It's time to say it now."

Lawyer Orl's eyes stayed on the pistol between the two for a while, then calmed down and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "What do you want to know."

Lake said, "You said, I thought you were a smart person."

Want to know what?

This is a stupid question.

"You want to know why I took the two cases of being beaten by the New York Police Detective for intentional injury?"

Lake shrugged: "I don't really understand the terms in the lawyer world. I am a killer. You are also a lawyer. You also use money to do business, so... do you want to drink?"

Lawyer Orl blinked: “…what?”

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

Lawyer Orl opened his mouth and looked at Lake who left his pistol and went toward the wine cabinet.

This person...

Fishing.

Lawyer Orl thought in his heart. Although his eyes were uncontrollably looking at the pistol on the coffee table, he tried hard to control his body and not have any inappropriate thoughts about the pistol.

Lake glanced at the wine cabinet and shook his head. It was all whiskey. Although it looked expensive, Lake still liked the Bourbon, which coexisted with cheap and sky-high prices.

Turn around.

Lake smiled at Lawyer Orl, "So have you thought about it, are you ready to tell me who paid you the person who took the case?"

Lawyer Orl was silent.

It seems like a kind of struggle between heaven and man in my heart.

Just then.

Click!

Powered off.

In an instant, the study room was pitch black.

Next second.

But it suddenly called.

only……

Lake looked at the Orl, who was already fucking his pistol, and pointed it at him, with some amusement: "I thought you were a smart person, but I didn't expect you to be a fool."

Lawyer Orr changed his image of cold sweat and pulled his right hand to the trigger: "Is that true, if I am a fool, what is you a killer who throws your weapons around, idiot?"

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