"What?"

"You heard it, I bet you have no bullets in your gun."

Lake inserted his hands into his pockets, showing his gentlemanly demeanor. He politely held a gun at the opposite side, with a nervous expression. If he didn't look carefully, Orr said so.

Unlimited bullet version of Glock 17.

Lake uses this gun, no matter how many bullets it shoots, it seems very reasonable to others, but only Lake himself knows that there are no bullets in this gun.

At least there will be no bullets in the next six minutes.

Lake has done an experiment. Although this gun can shoot infinitely, when the first shot is fired, there are bullets in the magazine. When the twelve bullets are exhausted, it will take ten minutes to refille the magazine.

During this period, except for Lake himself, no one else could shoot bullets.

Let’s talk about it.

If Lake doesn't want to, others will not even be able to pull the trigger.

When Orl listened to Lake's words, he thought Lake was scaring him, and his face looked grim: "If you think I don't dare, then you can die."

The words fell.

With a click.

"What?"

"Bang!"

Lake kicked Orl on the sofa with one kick, grabbed the pistol with his right hand, and looked at a controller that fell to the ground. It was obvious that Orl just used this thing to control the power switch.

pity.

Orr lost in the end because of stupidity.

If Orl is really smart, he should know that a killer, a real killer, will never throw weapons in front of his target for no reason, unless he is fishing.

Orr also thought of this before, but unfortunately Orr chose to bet.

Lost the bet.

Lake looked at Orr on the floor with a blank expression: "Please guess, if I drive it, will there be any bullets?"

Orl's eyes shrank, his mouth was covered in blood, and he looked up at Lake: "No, wait, wait..."

"Bang!"

“…”

Lake looked at Orr who was frustrated with a blank expression and sighed. He had already given him a chance before, so why not?

Just then.

After hearing the gunshots, the law enforcement officers outside the residence directly chose to attack.

Lake's mouth was arced.

Bang!

In the nearby bar.

"hiss!"

"What's wrong?"

Lake, who was talking to his girlfriend Morin, rubbed his eyebrows and said, "I'm a little sleepy."

Although I had the first experience of committing suicide by raising a gun, I thought I could be immune, but I did it again. Well, Lake feels that I should do less subtle things like this in the future. If I do it a few more times, Lake feels that he is not far from schizophrenia.

Said.

Lake shook his head and looked at Morin: "Why did you come suddenly?"

Morin said: "You called that killer on the side of Jefferson Orle's house?"

Lakeha smiled: "What kind of killer? I am the inspector. How could I know the killer? I, Lake Edwin, have never been irreconcilable with sin."

"Not really?"

"certainly."

"That's good, the police station, the FBI has dominated the residential buildings. This time, the killer can't escape, but this is a good thing."

Lake frowned and said, "Why?"

Morin shrugged, "If the killer is caught, the matter will come to an end, and there will be explanations for those who protest. The rest is to hope that he can withstand the interrogation."

Lake blinked, looking at Morin who was staring at him.

After a while.

Lake shifted his eyes and sipped his glass of wine: "What's wrong with you, Maureen Hand!"

There is really something wrong.

Lake always thought that his girlfriend was a top student at most, and then her family background was a little more complicated, but her girlfriend's conversation seemed to be showing something before she left.

Just then.

Morin came back to his senses, took out his cell phone, glanced at the call, then looked at Lake again, and answered the phone: "Hello."

Standing in the second floor study, wearing an FBI uniform and with long red hair, Natasha Romanov, looked at the eyebrows shot on the floor, who had just died for less than two minutes and said to the phone: "He ran away."

Morin's eyes shrank slightly, and then he looked at Lake who had been in her sight from her in.

Lake smiled: "What's wrong?"

Morin nodded to the other side of the phone and hung up the phone with a normal expression: "The killer ran away."

Lake raised his eyebrows and shrugged: "That's so bad."

Morin said, "Yeah, that's awful."

I chose to give it to you, but you didn't cherish it.

After all, it was a mistake.

Lake drank the wine in his glass for a while, and took out a key from his pocket and handed it to Morin.

Morin frowned: "What is this?"

“The key to the locker downstairs.”

"What?"

Seeing Morin take the key, Lake stood up and walked out of the bar, waved his hand: "I have put all your things over there, I think it's time to end."

Morin: “…”

Yes.

It's time to end.

It's time to say let go of this relationship. Later, Lake feels that he will be more dangerous.

Not a danger in the sense of life.

It's a danger from some angle.

Lake doesn't like this feeling of being hidden from others. He admits that he has a bit of double standards, but this is a habit and can no longer be changed.

It's obvious.

Morin was indeed hiding something from him, and Lake had guessed something from speculation.

so……

It's time to end.

After Lake came to this world in his previous life, he did not have many principles, but he still set a principle for himself.

That is to work hard to make money and become a god as soon as possible, and live a casual life that you like. As for the theme of snakes or shields, he has no interest at all.

If Lake's guess is true, then Morin's true identity is about to emerge.

What if it is wrong?

Then Lake felt that it would be better to separate earlier so as not to get out of time. Lake could not control his murderous intentions. Even if Lake wanted to put away the knife, it would not be able to hold back.

fine.

It's only half a year.

sad?

Nothing at all.

Mauren Hand.

Hand?

Victoria Hand?

On the taxi.
To be continued...