Wow.
His lung capacity was genuinely impressive, and his mouth was seriously huge.
Lake poked his fingers into his ears, staring in shock at the little nurse in front of him, who had her mouth stretched wide as she screamed at the top of her lungs. Wouldn't it be amazing to marry a nurse like that?
Soon.
The female nurse's scream instantly attracted the patients in the ICU corridor, as well as the officers stationed near a monitored room on the right side of the corridor.
Several doctors and nurses ran over from the duty station.
Lake's gaze fell on the three officers at the far end of the corridor.
The next second.
He raised his gun!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
After firing three shots in a row, with the bullets landing in their hands, Lake looked at the doctors and nurses who had stopped halfway over and smiled faintly—the very picture of gentility. "Aren't you running yet? I'm about to kill someone."
One doctor's eyes widened instantly.
Immediately afterward.
The ICU descended into chaos.
"Bang!"
"Fuck!"
The officer in the distance, who had drawn his weapon the moment Lake opened fire, flinched. After his gun fell to the floor, he ran into the little Black King's monitored room, pressed the emergency call button against his chest, and began requesting support from headquarters.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Lake walked slowly toward them. With a flick of the pistol in his right hand, he sent a bullet flying and knocked down an officer's incoming round.
No one could break through my gun perimeter!
Call for backup.
The bigger the commotion, the better.
The Black King and White King had to die, and Lake would give them a sensational farewell ceremony. He would let everyone in New York know that the two of them were dead.
Dead at the hands of a crowd-sourced killer delivering a package to their door.
The dead couldn't file complaints.
Even if they could, it wasn't Lake who killed them. It was Black King. What did that have to do with Lake?
Ten seconds later.
Click.
Lake stopped beside the nurses' station and called out to the two officers hiding behind cover. "So? Out of bullets already? It's fine. I'll give you time to reload. I can play this game with you for an hour."
Gun Fu was incredible!
Lake had preferred using a sniper rifle for assassinations in the past. After all, it killed with one shot, and even if he missed, he could leave in time. But now, Lake had suddenly fallen in love with the feeling of shooting a handgun.
There was nothing like it.
"Call for backup! Call for backup!"
"Don't rush."
Hearing the calls from the other side, Lake walked to the nurses' station and switched on the water dispenser. After thinking it over, he gave up on drinking. "Forget it. I'm thirsty. I'd better finish this quickly. I'm coming over. Don't shoot, or be careful my gun accidentally goes off and kills you."
With that.
Lake emerged from the nurses' station into the corridor.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Ah!"
"Not being good, are you?"
Lake caught the spent cartridge that fell again and slipped it into his pocket. Then he fired another shot, wounding the officer on the left. He walked past the two fallen officers, picked up the bloodstained cartridge that had passed through their torsos, and put it into the pocket of his white coat as well.
A doctor with superb technical skill was absolutely a top-tier killer.
The same was true in reverse.
A top-tier killer might not understand the human body's structure as well as a top doctor, but he still had a certain degree of knowledge.
So...
Lake walked over, pointed his gun at the two wounded officers who still intended to fight back, and took their pistols. He placed those in his white coat pocket too, then waved at the two men. "Be good. Otherwise, I'll kill you."
Lake said it with a smile, but his tone was serious.
After all, they had once been colleagues. Lake wasn't quite that insane. The first time he had fired was to live up to his identity, but the second shot was for personal vengeance.
So Lake was willing to give them this chance.
Most importantly.
Lake needed witnesses. Otherwise, once he went outside, a swarm of reporters might dump the blame for storming into the hospital and killing the Black-and-White Pair on him without distinguishing right from wrong. That would be troublesome.
He would probably have to purge the entire New York media industry then.
"I'm coming in."
"...Don't come in."
"I'm coming in."
Lake found it rather amusing as he spoke to the officer who had run into the monitored room and hidden there. "Your two colleagues aren't dead. Behave, and I guarantee you'll be treated better than they were. They're wounded, but if you behave, I promise you'll come out unharmed."
There was no further response from inside.
Lake shook his head and pushed the door open.
An officer was lying facedown on the floor, prostrated flat against it.
Lake sighed. To keep the young fellow from getting killed, he crouched down and said, "Hey, want to receive a commendation?"
The young officer looked at Lake in terror.
The next second.
"Bang!"
"Ah!"
"Shh, shh, shh."
Lake gestured for silence at the officer whose thigh now had a bullet hole through it and glanced at the cold sweat pouring down the officer's forehead. "Do you want to go outside and get chewed out, or would you rather receive a commendation like your two colleagues out there? I'm doing this for your own good. Keep quiet. I'll leave as soon as I'm done."
With that.
Lake stood up and looked at the little Black King, whose limbs had all been suspended and fixed to the bed, leaving him terrified and unable to move. He chuckled.
It seemed the mastermind behind this had a lot of power.
Lake had great confidence in his own strength. To put it simply, one kick from him would have fractured the two men's bones internally. So what were these plastered limbs for?
To win sympathy and pity?
How vicious.
"Don't..."
"Bang!"
Lake holstered his gun, too lazy to waste words on the little Black King. The lawyer had already appeared, so there was no longer any use for these two men. Besides, judging by the way they were dressed, they didn't look capable of hiring a lawyer anyway.
After blasting him to death, Lake headed outside. The little White King was still in the monitored room across the hall.
Nearly five minutes had passed.
NYPD officers could arrive at any moment.
After stepping out, the two officers leaning against the wall glanced at Lake, then lowered their eyes and minded their own business.
Clearly, they had also realized that Lake had no intention of killing them. Their lives belonged to them, after all. Being an officer was merely a job; there was no need to lose their lives over it.
They were already getting on in years, and becoming detectives was hopeless. Why work so hard? They could leave behind compensation money, wait for someone to marry their wives, and then use their sons as punching bags.
Besides...
Having survived gunshot wounds, they could earn commendations and some time off. Wouldn't it be nice to go home, eat hamburgers, and spend time with their wives?
Therefore.
The two officers simply closed their eyes, waiting for Lake to finish his business or for the rescue team to arrive.
Lake smiled, withdrew his gaze from the two officers, pushed open the little White King's monitored-room door, and walked inside.
The little White King wasn't in as miserable a state as the little Black King. His limbs weren't suspended, after all. A suspended White King and a suspended Black King had different levels of social impact.
However.
That didn't stop Lake from killing him.
"Don't kill..."
"Bang!"
"..."
Thanks to Brother Zi Mu for the ten-thousand reward. As for the extra chapters, Lao Mi was still saving up drafts. Besides, there were too many big spenders this time, and adding too many words made it easy to collide with someone else's update and end up missing the target.
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