A dead enemy was a good enemy.
Other than that, any enemy who was detained, controlled, or imprisoned was a threat. As long as they were alive, there was hope—and Lake never gave his enemies that hope.
Either don't make an enemy of him, or be prepared to die a very hard death.
That was also why the military was reluctant to use him in certain public operations. In fact, to rein in Lake's habit of leaving no survivors, the military had assigned Mandy to him.
But...
Mandy's arrival had only won the military a chance to interrogate people at the scene. If Lake couldn't get the information they needed on-site, he would shoot them without hesitation.
Still, that situation had become rare. One could even say that Lake had greatly improved Mandy's interrogation skills.
Whenever Lake killed an enemy's entire family right in front of him, something miraculous happened: that enemy would always start talking. They were nothing like a stubborn dead duck.
This time?
Perhaps it was time for this old big brother of mine to recognize one thing: the law was, at most, a streetwalking telephone girl. Anyone could toy with her if they wanted to.
Thinking that, Lake walked out of the cemetery, put on his sunglasses, got into his car, and left.
Half a month later.
George and Beckett officially arrested the suspects involved in the inhuman massacre of Frank Castle's family of three. There were eight suspects in total, all newly inducted members of a local New York City gang.
You couldn't join a gang just because you wanted to.
You needed a token of allegiance.
And "newly inducted" meant that all eight of them had already offered their tokens of allegiance. Those tokens had been the execution of several Yakuza members.
The problem