The Legendary Life of an American Superhero

Suspension?

Wasn't it because I acted alone, there was no evidence, and he had some minor issues with the Internal Affairs Investigation Department, that led to the internal affairs department going through the procedure?

Is there another reason?

Lake frowned slightly and looked at his girlfriend, thought of another question, and touched his chin: "Is it not because of the procedure, if there is something else, why didn't you say it before?"

"Because I believe you are a good detective."

"……thanks!"

Maureen sighed and said, "Do you remember the three drunken people you arrested in a bar half a year ago, and one of you was seriously injured?"

Lake hummed: "They attacked the police."

That was when Lake was still single. Lake was in the bar to see if there were any romantic encounters, and finally fell in love with a beautiful woman. As a result, there were three drunken guys making trouble next to him. In order to prevent disturbing his career, Lake, So I said a few words aloud.

As a result, they actually took the lead.

Can you believe it.

Lake couldn't take it anymore.

Therefore, he was here in self-defense, and he didn't take out the gun directly, because his skin was white, not black.

If you were another police detective, you dared to do it, and you directly opened a few holes in your body with a gun.

The three guys who were beaten with bruises and bruised faces didn't say anything about going to sue, and Lake didn't bother to think about it afterward, so he forgot about it.

Do these three guys have any background?

"Among those three, there was someone who was the son of the mayor of New York," Morin said.

Lake raised his eyebrows: "Really?"

Morin said: "At that time, the police station arranged for me to conduct a psychological test on you after the incident, trying to disqualify your psychological evaluation and let you leave the police force."

Lake smiled.

It turns out that there is such a relationship.

Maureen looked at the smile on Lake's face: "What are you smiling at?"

Lake shrugged. "I think I have to thank the mayor."

"why?"

"I wouldn't know you without him."

"..."

Lake doesn't care about this matter at all, it's just soldiers coming and going to stop it. It's a great part-time job. It's a big deal.

the next day.

Lake got out of his girlfriend Maureen's car, stretched out, looked at his girlfriend who was parked in the parking lot, and walked towards the cafe opposite the police station building.

A cup of coffee in the morning can refresh the morning.

The one with five tablespoons of sugar.

It is now nine o'clock in the morning, and there are many law enforcement officers near the police station building. Lake looked around, his eyes fell on several high-rise buildings near the police station building, and he was not sure whether Carlos was there.

After a while.

Lake was holding coffee and walking towards the police station building with two groups of thin Kevin Ryan talking and laughing.

"and many more."

"What's wrong?"

"I tie my shoelaces."

Lake stopped at an anonymous complaint box at the entrance of the police station building, and said to Kevin next to him, then squatted down to re-tie the loose shoelaces.

An envelope swished into the complaint box.

Five seconds later.

Lake got up and said to Kevin, "Let's go."

The third floor of the police station.

Three groups of offices.

Lake was drinking coffee in his seat, looking at a file in his hand with interest.

This was just found out by the people in the information department, and it was the dossier of the bar incident half a year ago.

Detective Joe Martinez also came.

"Good morning."

"Good morning."

Joe pulled over a chair and sat down next to Lake, looking at the file in Lake's hand: "Are there any clues?"

Lake didn't speak, just handed Joe the file in his hand, and glanced at the time on his watch.

The complaint mailbox downstairs was opened on time at 9:30 in the morning. It was almost 10:00, so there should be news.

Just at this time.

The elevator opens.

Superintendent Montgomery came out, and when he reached the door of his office, he called to Lake, who was also looking at him, "Lake, come here."

Lake got up.

In the Superintendent's Office.

Montgomery slapped a piece of paper in the evidence bag on the table, and said to Lake with a blank expression, "This is what you did?"

Lake blinked and took the letter.

next second.

Lake's eyes lit up, and he performed well: "Sir, I apply for a search of the textile factory."

"Bullshit."

"..."

Montgomery's brows were pounding: "Yesterday I just said I had evidence and I'll give you the Secret Service team, good guy, just this morning, a killer who just blew himself up and reported it?"

Lake nodded: "Although it's a bit of a coincidence, it's also reasonable. My informant told me that this killer organization called the Mutual Aid Association did have a killer who defected. Maybe the killer wanted to use the power of our police station to eradicate him. old boss."

Montgomery sighed, his tone seemed a little helpless: "Are you sure this killer organization is in the textile factory?"

Lake nodded: "One hundred percent."

Not to mention believing in the plot of the movie, just to say that Lake is in the killer world anyway, not to mention that he knows the headquarters of all killer organizations, but several famous killer organizations still know.

It wasn't that Lake didn't want to use his obvious identity to eradicate these killer organizations, but after thinking about it for a while, Lake gave up.

the reason is simple.

The benefits do not match the risks at all. Besides, he didn't come to be a police detective to protect New York, he came to be able to get black and black.

But now who let the people in the mutual aid society piss him off?

Montgomery listened to Lake's assurance, took a deep look, then picked up the phone at his hand and called the evidence forensics department.

hang up the phone.

Montgomery said to Lake, "You'd better hope this whistleblower has no fingerprints that shouldn't be there."

Lake did not speak but asked, "Sir, what about the search warrant?"

Montgomery glanced at Lake and said angrily: "This is your case, go to the court yourself, I warn you, even if you have this evidence now, but there is no search warrant, you should keep me away from the textile factory. "

Lake stood at attention: "Yes, sir!"

Isn't that a search warrant?

What a trouble.

out the door.

Lake blew a whistle, and Joe in the three office areas raised his head immediately. Lake made a gesture toward the elevator. Joe was stunned for a moment, then got up and grabbed his jacket to catch up with Lake, who had already entered the elevator.

Joe asked Lake, "Where to?"

"Court."

Lake raised his eyebrows: "Find a search warrant."

Joe: "..."

happy weekend!