Let's Break Up (Happy New Year's Eve!!)

"What?"

"You heard me. I bet your gun is empty."

Lake, with his hands in his pockets, exuding gentlemanly charm, politely addressed Or, who was holding a gun with a tense expression. If you didn't look closely, you might mistake him for the killer.

The infinite-ammo Glock 17.

With this gun, no matter how many bullets Lake fired, it seemed perfectly reasonable to others. But only Lake knew that there were no bullets in the gun.

At least, not for the next six minutes.

Lake had conducted experiments. Although this gun could fire infinitely, it did have bullets in the magazine when the first shot was fired. After all twelve bullets were expended, it would take ten minutes to reload the magazine.

During this time, besides Lake himself firing, no one else could get a shot out.

Besides, If Lake didn't want them to, others wouldn't even be able to pull the trigger.

Or, hearing Lake's words, thought Lake was trying to scare him. His face contorted, "You think I wouldn't dare? Then die."

As he spoke.

Click.

"What?"

"Bang!"

Lake kicked Or directly onto the sofa, snatched the handgun with his right hand, and looked at a controller that had fallen to the ground. It was clear that Or had just used this to control the power switch.

Unfortunately.

Or ultimately lost due to his foolishness.

If Or had been truly smart, he would have known that a killer, a real killer, would never just casually toss their weapon in front of their target unless they were setting a trap.

Or had considered this before, but he chose to gamble.

He lost the gamble.

Lake looked expressionlessly at Or on the floor, "Guess what? If I shoot, will there be bullets?"

Or's eyes narrowed. Blood filled his mouth as he looked up at Lake, "No, wait, wait..."

"Bang!"

"..."

Lake looked expressionlessly at the fallen Or and sighed. He had given him a chance before, why didn't he take it?

Just then.

Law enforcement officers outside the residence heard the gunshot and decided to storm the place.

A smile curved Lake's lips.

Bang!

In a nearby bar.

"Hiss!"

"What's wrong?"

Lake, who was talking to his girlfriend Maureen, rubbed his temples and said, "I'm a bit sleepy."

Although he had the experience of pointing a gun at himself and pulling the trigger once, Lake thought he might be immune. But doing it again, well, Lake felt he should do less of this in the future. A few more times, and Lake felt he wouldn't be far from schizophrenia.

Saying that.

Lake shook his head and looked at Maureen, "Why did you come over so suddenly?"

Maureen said, "That killer is at Jefferson Or's residence. Did you call them again?"

Lake chuckled, "What killer? I'm a detective. How could I know a killer? I, Lake Edwin, have always been at odds with crime."

"Really not?"

"Of course."

"That's good. The police and the FBI have surrounded the residence. This time, that killer won't escape. But, this is also a good thing."

Lake frowned, "Why?"

Maureen shrugged, "If that killer is caught, this matter will be concluded. It will give the protesters some closure. The only remaining hope is that he can withstand the interrogation."

Lake blinked, looking at Maureen, who was staring intently at him.

After a while.

Lake shifted his gaze, took a sip of his drink, "You're acting strange, Maureen Hand!"

Very strange indeed.

Lake had always thought his girlfriend was at most a top student, and that her family background was just a bit complicated. But a conversation his girlfriend had before leaving seemed to imply something.

Just then.

Maureen snapped back to attention, pulled out her phone, glanced at the caller ID, then looked at Lake again before answering, "Hello."

Standing in the study on the second floor, Natasha Romanov, wearing an FBI uniform and with a head of fiery red hair, looked at the recently deceased Barrister Orr, who had a bullet hole in his forehead and had been dead for no more than two minutes on the floor. She said into the phone, "He got away."

Maureen's eyes narrowed slightly, and she immediately looked at Lake, who had been within her line of sight since she entered.

Lake smiled and asked, "What's wrong?"

Maureen hummed into the phone, hung up with a neutral expression, and said, "The assassin got away."

Lake raised an eyebrow, then shrugged, "That's too bad."

Maureen replied, "Yeah, too bad."

The choice was yours, and you didn't cherish it.

In the end, I was let down.

Lake downed the wine in his glass, was silent for a moment, then took a key from his pocket and handed it to Maureen.

Maureen frowned, "What is this?"

"The key to the locker downstairs."

"What?"

Seeing Maureen take the key, Lake stood up and walked towards the exit of the bar, waving his hand, "I've put all your things over there. I think it's time to end this."

Maureen: "..."

Yes.

It was time to end this.

It was time to let go of this relationship. If she delayed any longer, Lake felt he would be in greater danger.

Not danger in the sense of his life.

But danger from a certain perspective.

Lake strongly disliked feeling like he was being kept in the dark. He admitted he was a bit hypocritical, but it was a habit he couldn't change.

It was obvious.

Maureen did have things she was hiding from him, and based on his deductions, Lake had already figured some of it out.

So...

It was time to end this.

After coming to this world from his previous life, Lake didn't have many principles, but he had set one for himself.

That was to work hard to earn money and become a god through spending, living the life he liked at his own pace. As for those themes of snakes and shields, he had absolutely no interest in getting involved.

If Lake's guess was correct, then Maureen's true identity would be revealed.

And if he was wrong?

Then Lake felt it was better to break up sooner rather than later, so that Lake wouldn't be able to control his killing intent. Once the killing intent arose, even if Lake wanted to sheath his blade, he wouldn't be able to.

Fortunately.

It had only been half a year.

Sad?

Not at all.

Maureen Hand.

Hand?

Victoria Hand?

In the taxi.

Lake couldn't help but slap his own face. Damn, the hints had been so obvious, why did it take him until now to realize it?

Had he been blinded by her beauty before?

Soon.

As Lake left the bar, Natasha, who had taken off her uniform and changed into casual clothes, walked in, sat beside Maureen, ordered a drink, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Maureen shook her head.

Natasha frowned, "Did he find out?"

Maureen shook her head.

After a while.

Maureen removed her discreet in-ear earphone, crushed it, and said, "He didn't say anything, and even if he did, it wouldn't matter. He can't trace anything back to us."

She paused.

Maureen sighed and looked at Natasha, "But Lake seems to have figured something out."

"What is it?"

Maureen took out the locker key Lake had just given her and chuckled, "He broke up with me."

Natasha: "..."

Please calm down, everyone. Control your temper. I'm a bit sensitive. Maureen will explain. The next few chapters will cover it. If you're still not satisfied, then you can scold me, okay? I'm begging you!