Brooklyn!
Lake and Joe pulled the car over to the side of the road.
Get out.
Joe glanced at a house across the road, then checked his phone and said, "The IP address that sent the email belongs to this house. Let's go."
Lake grabbed Joe.
Joe turned to look at Lake. "What is it?"
Lake said nothing. He simply stepped in front of Joe.
Joe blinked behind him.
I hope Hydra's people have already left.
Lake sighed inwardly as he slowly approached the front door. As expected, the person inside this house—the one who sent the anonymous email to Joe's inbox—is probably already dead.
Knock, knock, knock!
No one answered.
He was probably dead. After all, the lights in the living room were on when Lake looked through the window.
"Did the search warrant come through?"
"It did."
"Mm."
Lake nodded, drew the Glock, and kicked the door.
Bang!
The lock broke with a sharp crack.
"NYPD!"
Lake and Joe entered the house with their guns drawn. The house was neat, and a cup of coffee was still sitting on the dining table. However, there seemed to be no one in the living room or the backyard.
Joe walked over to the dining table and touched the coffee. "It's still warm."
Lake and Joe split up to search the house.
However...
Just as Lake was preparing to go upstairs, he heard Joe, who had gone to check the basement, call out.
"Lake, over here!"
Lake turned around and followed the stairs down into the basement.
What he saw was—
A person was tied to an iron chair with his head lowered and both feet placed in a basin of water. The air was filled with the smell of charred flesh.
I knew it.
Lake raised an eyebrow and returned