Late at night!
Lake was dreaming.
In his dream...
The air was smoking, filled with crimson-red smoke.
Within the smoke...
A flower-hand dance?
Ding-a-ling!
"...Hello."
"Lake, get to the hospital! Joe's being resuscitated."
"..."
Lake had almost seen the owner of the flower-hand dance clearly in his dream when he abruptly opened his eyes. After receiving the call, his sleepiness vanished in an instant.
Whoosh!
Joe was being resuscitated?
How could this have happened?
New Amsterdam Hospital.
Lake wasn't unfamiliar with this hospital. Although he had never caught a cold or fallen ill, he had still come here when he was an assassin. But this time was different from the last.
The last time Lake had come here, it had been to kill someone. This time, he had come to see someone.
Outside the emergency room.
Lake was wearing a suit, and this time he had even forgotten to put on a tie. When he arrived, several people were already standing in the corridor.
George from Unit One and his members.
Beckett from Unit Two, along with Ryan and Esposito.
Inspector Montgomery was there as well.
Lake walked over and looked straight at George. "What happened?"
It had been George Stacy who called him just now.
George immediately explained what had happened to Lake.
At around eleven that night, two night-patrol officers in Brooklyn had been carrying out their routine patrol. When they drove down the street where Detective Joe Martinez lived, they heard a commotion.
Two gunshots.
The two patrol officers immediately called headquarters for backup, then got out of the car to investigate. They happened to see two people rushing out of Detective Joe Martinez's room in a panic.
Because they had just heard gunshots, the two officers opened fire the instant their warnings went unheeded.
The two