The Unscrupulous Killer

Wow.

His lung capacity is truly amazing, and his mouth is really big.

Lake plugged his ears with his fingers, looking shocked and amazed at the nurse in front of him who had her mouth wide open and was shouting loudly. Wouldn't it be great to marry a nurse?

Soon.

As the nurse screamed, the patients in the ICU corridor were instantly attracted, as well as the officers stationed near a certain monitoring ward 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 in the distant corridor.

The next second.

Raise gun!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

With three shots fired in rapid succession, after the bullets landed in his hands, Lake looked at the doctors and nurses who had stopped halfway through their run, smiled slightly, in a very gentlemanly manner, "Still not running? I'm going to kill someone."

A doctor's eyes widened instantly.

Then.

The ICU instantly descended into chaos.

"Bang!"

"Fuck!"

The officer in the distance who had also drawn his gun the moment Lake fired, trembled his right hand, and the gun dropped to the ground. He ran into the punk in black's ward and pressed the emergency call button on his chest, requesting support from headquarters.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Lake slowly walked towards the front, flicking his wrist and firing a shot that knocked down a police officer's bullet.

No one can break through my gun circle!

Call for backup.

The louder the better.

Those two punks, one black and one white, must die, and Lake would give them a sensational farewell ceremony, letting everyone in New York know that these two people were dead.

Dead at the hands of a crowdsourcing assassin who delivered goods.

Dead men can't press charges.

Even if they could, it wasn't Lake who killed them, but the Black King. What does it have to do with Lake?

Ten seconds later.

Click.

Lake stopped at the nurse's station and spoke loudly to the two police officers taking cover, "How about it, no more bullets, it's okay, I'll give you time to reload. I can play this game with you for an hour."

Gun Fu is awesome!

In the past, Lake preferred using sniper rifles for assassinations, as they were one-shot kills, and if he failed, he could escape in time. But now, Lake suddenly liked the feeling of shooting a handgun.

This feeling, indescribable.

"Calling for backup, calling for backup!"

"Don't rush."

Lake listened to the calls coming from the other side, walked to the nurse's station, opened the water dispenser, thought for a moment, and gave up the idea of drinking water. "Forget it, I'm thirsty. Let's finish this quickly. I'm coming over, don't shoot, be careful I accidentally shoot and kill you."

With that said.

Lake appeared on the corridor from behind the nurse's station.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Ah!"

"Not good."

Lake once again caught the falling bullet casings and put them into his pocket. Then he fired another shot, wounding the police officer on the left. He then walked past the two fallen officers, picked up the bloody casings that had passed through their torsos, and put them into the pockets of his white coat.

A skilled doctor is absolutely a top assassin.

Similarly.

A top assassin, even if he doesn't know the human body's structure as well as a top doctor, still has a certain understanding of it.

So…

Lake walked over and pointed his gun at the officers, who were injured but still planning a counter-attack. He took their handguns and put them in his white coat pocket. He waved at the two of them, saying, "Behave, or I'll kill you."

Lake said it with a smile, but his tone was serious.

After all, they were colleagues. Lake wasn't so insane as to kill them without reason, but while the first shot was to uphold his identity, the second shot would be personal.

So Lake was willing to give them a chance.

The most important point.

Lake needed witnesses, so that after he left, a large group of reporters wouldn't indiscriminately throw the crime of breaking into the hospital and killing the black and white duo at him.

If that happened, he'd have no choice but to purge the entire New York media scene.

"I'm coming in."

"…Don't come in."

"I'm coming in."

Lake found it amusing as he spoke to the officer who had run into the intensive care unit to hide. "Your two colleagues aren't dead. If you behave, I promise you'll be treated better than them. They're injured, but as long as you're good, I guarantee you'll come out unharmed."

There was no response from inside.

Lake shook his head and pushed the door open.

An officer was lying on the ground, prostrate.

Lake sighed. To prevent this young fellow from getting into trouble, he crouched down and said, "Hey, want to get a commendation?"

The young officer looked at Lake with sheer terror.

The next second.

"Bang!"

"Ah!"

"Shhh, shhh, shhh."

Lake made a shushing gesture to the officer, who now had a gunshot wound through his thigh. He glanced at the cold sweat beading on the officer's forehead. "Do you want to go out and get reprimanded, or do you want to receive a commendation like your two colleagues outside? I'm doing this for your own good. Be quiet, and I'll be gone as soon as I'm done."

After speaking.

Lake stood up and looked at the punk in black, whose limbs were all tied up and fixed to the bed, his face a mask of terror. Lake let out a chuckle.

It seemed this mastermind had considerable influence.

Lake was confident in his own strength. Let's just say, Lake's kick would have caused internal fractures in these two, but what was the point of these plastered limbs?

Were they seeking sympathy?

How malicious.

"Don't…"

"Bang!"

Lake put his gun away, too lazy to waste words on this punk in black. With a lawyer already involved, these two were useless anyway. Besides, judging by their clothes, they didn't look like they could afford a lawyer.

So, after finishing them off, Lake walked straight out. There was still the punk in white in the intensive care unit across the way.

Almost five minutes had passed.

NYPD reinforcements could arrive at any moment.

After leaving, the two officers leaning against the wall glanced at Lake and then focused on their own noses and eyes.

It was clear.

These two had also realized that Lake had no intention of killing them. So, their lives were their own, and being an officer was just a job; there was no need to risk their lives for it.

After all, they were getting on in years, and becoming a detective was out of the question. Why work so hard? They could leave behind some survivor benefits and wait for someone to marry their wives and use their sons as punching bags for boxing practice.

Moreover…

Surviving a gunshot wound could earn them some honor and a period of leave. Wouldn't it be better to go home, eat burgers, and spend time with their wives?

So.

The two officers closed their eyes, waiting for Lake to finish his business or for the rescue team to arrive.

Lake smiled, withdrawing his gaze from the two officers. He pushed open the door to the punk in white's intensive care room and walked in.

Unlike the punk in black, the punk in white wasn't as severely restrained with his limbs tied up. After all, the social impact of a punk in white with tied limbs was different from that of a punk in black with tied limbs.

However.

That wouldn't stop Lake from killing him.

"Don't kill…"

"Bang!"

"…"