No One Can Threaten Me

Lake and George walked out of the elevator and saw the footprints on the door of his room.

George and Lake exchanged a glance.

It felt quite amusing.

Did this guy think the doors of Starlight Tower were made of wood, so easy to kick open? Let alone kicking, even the police’s battering rams weren’t that easy to break through.

Moreover, Lake highly valued his personal privacy.

Just like Cassel’s front door downstairs, this door was custom-made by a top safe manufacturing company.

If you had the key or fingerprint, it was easy to open.

But if you wanted to force it open with violence, well, the difficulty would be no less than robbing the vault of the commercial bank across the street.

Hiding behind the Asian little loli, Burrwell Allen shouted in a frantic tone, "Make Lake Edwin see me, or I’ll kill her."

Lake scoffed.

Kill her? So what?

What business is it of mine? You want to see me, so I’ll show up? If I show up, won’t you die without regret?

Lake didn’t appear. In fact, after Lake got out of the elevator and glanced at his door, George had already pulled him aside, preventing Lake from meeting the suspect.

Only…

After walking over and looking at the little loli, George blinked, then turned and walked towards Lake.

Lake looked up at George. "Shoot directly. Any necessary hostage casualties are within controllable limits."

Federal law enforcement agencies never negotiated with kidnappers.

Necessary hostage casualties existed in any rescue operation. As long as they were within controllable limits, the law enforcement agency would not be held responsible.

This was to deter kidnappers, to make them abandon foolish fantasies. Surrendering obediently was the only way. Resisting to the end would only lead to death.

George’s expression was a bit strange. "He kidnapped that little loli you have a connection with."

"What connection do I have with him…"

"What?"

Only then did Lake react, looking up at George. "What did you say? The little loli I have a connection with, Skye?"

George nodded. "Yes, I think that’s her name."

Lake turned around immediately.

Wait.

Why did this situation feel a bit off? Also, why was Skye at Starlight Tower? Was she here to ask him for the two hundred dollars in medical fees back?

Lake looked at Burrwell Allen, who was crouching in the corner of his doorway, gripping Skye’s arm with one hand and pressing a pistol against the back of Skye’s head with the other, hiding his entire body behind Skye.

It really was Skye.

Lake raised an eyebrow.

Skye was almost crying from fear.

What had she done to deserve this? After leaving the hospital that time, Skye first went to her hiding place to retrieve her savings, then found a new safe haven in a derelict building in Brooklyn.

Skye had finally saved up five hundred dollars these past few days. Thinking about it, she planned to use this money as surgical fees to repay Lake. However, Skye didn’t have Lake’s phone number, so she thought of staking out Starlight Tower.

But…

She found the person.

But she staked out the wrong person, not only the wrong person but also got herself staked out as a hostage.

What to do.

I’m going to be late for my newly found dishwashing job.

Skye was on the verge of tears, especially the cold muzzle against the back of her head, which made her scalp tingle.

Mom, I’m scared.

…Wait.

I don’t think I have a mom!

Skye was stunned for a moment, then felt a strange mix of wanting to cry and laugh.

Lake stood behind the SWAT officers, observing Burrwell Allen, who was hiding behind Skye, with a blank expression, calculating the angle for his shot.

But…

After calculating back and forth.

He could kill Burrwell Allen, but the marksmanship required to kill Burrwell Allen wasn’t human. It could be considered something from the "Act of God" series.

Lake thought, then looked at George. "Are dead bodies acceptable?"

George shrugged.

Although the Chief hadn’t explicitly stated it, the officers had already made up their minds. They would rather see this person go to the grave horizontally than stand in court.

"Good."

Seeing that George had no objections to the deceased suspect, Lake nodded and said, "Have your men leave. Give me three minutes, then you can come in and collect the body."

Burrwell Allen, hiding behind Skye, heard this.

He instantly went berserk.

Burrwell Allen shouted, "Lake Edwin, I’m going to…"

Lake interrupted directly, "We’ll talk about you later. Shut up for now. You just want to kill me, right? I’ll have these SWAT officers leave and give you a chance to kill me. What, you don’t want it?"

Burrwell Allen’s mind went blank for a moment, then he yelled maniacally, "You’d better not play any tricks."

Lake looked directly at George.

George paused for a moment, nodded, and made a gesture to the SWAT officers.

As they were leaving, George made a gesture to Lake.

Lake let out a laugh, pointed to his head, and then spread his hands.

The people in Starlight Tower were all wealthy and influential. They absolutely detested surveillance. As long as the security guards were doing their jobs well, was surveillance even necessary?

Therefore…

There was no surveillance inside Starlight Tower, not even in the elevators.

George looked up and, as expected, saw no sign of any cameras. He made a gesture to Lake, then led the SWAT officers down through the emergency exit.

However, George didn’t retreat outside the building. Instead, he guarded the ground floor, waiting for a signal from Lake upstairs. Once the signal appeared, they would go up to collect the body.

Lake sighed and said to Burrwell, who was hiding behind Skye, "Alright, stick your head out of your shell."

The gunfire from above would cause trouble during the autopsy.

If possible.

Lake always chose to shoot people in the forehead when he killed them. Although many people preferred to shoot the chest because it was a larger target and less prone to error, shooting the chest had the chance of being stopped by body armor. Therefore, Lake preferred to shoot the forehead.

Not only was it accurate.

But when it exploded, it was like seeing fireworks bursting in the sky.

A beautiful sight.

Burrwell let out a few maniacal laughs, "Do you think I’m stupid?"

Lake interrupted again, "Aren’t you stupid? When I beat you up in the bar, I called you an idiot because I hoped you would realize your shortcomings. I didn’t expect you to truly become a complete idiot this time."

Burrwell said coldly, "You shut up."

Lake shrugged.

Good advice is hard to swallow.

If you don’t want to listen, so be it.

Burrwell snorted, "I’ll count to three. Give me your gun, or I’ll kill her."

Lake said expressionlessly, "If you have the guts, shoot."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"…"

Skye was also stunned. She blinked her large, innocent eyes at Lake, as if to say, Hey, hey, hey, I’m still alive here. There’s still a chance for rescue. Can you really be this heartless?

Lake said in a cold tone, "What do you think I had the SWAT officers leave for? If you have the guts, shoot. Once you no longer have a hostage, believe me, I will treat you well. I guarantee you’ll experience true cruelty."

Threatening me?

The last person who tried to threaten me, the grass on their grave is already countless meters high.

Just some loser, second-generation rich kid who killed a few law enforcement agents and then inexplicably thought he was all that?

No one can threaten me!

No one!

What are you thinking?

Burrwell was also stunned by this statement.

This was completely different from the scenario he had imagined. The plan was for Lake to obediently drop his gun, and then he would shoot and kill him.

Where was the script?

Where did my script go?

Just then.

With a click!

Skye’s eyes narrowed.

Lake drew his gun, the Glock 17 chambered and aimed expressionlessly at Skye’s chest. "What, scared to kill her? Want me to help? Save us all some time, finish this quickly, and I’ll take you back to enjoy my feast."

Burrwell snapped back to attention. "Wait…"

Lake chuckled. "What for?"

"There’s surveillance here. If you shoot the hostage…"

"Relax, there isn’t a single camera inside Starlight Tower."

"…"

Wait a minute.

This isn’t right.

After Lake said that, he blinked. This conversation, why did it suddenly feel like the roles were reversed? Why did it feel like I was the villain holding a hostage?

Burrwell seemed to be feeling something similar.

Skye’s face was dark, her eyes fixed on Lake’s handsome face. A gun barrel in front, another behind.

What the heck?

Am I just young and asking to be bullied?

Why do I have to be the hostage?

This corrupt cop.

Skye shook her head and couldn’t help but struggle.

Burrwell behind her snapped back to attention.

Lake’s pupils constricted, and he drew his gun.

"Bang!"

A bullet shot out, tracing a beautiful arc.

Skye felt like she was suffocating.

Even…

Skye could clearly see the trajectory of the bullet as it flew towards her.

I’m going to die.

Skye watched the bullet aimed directly at her left eye and couldn’t help but scream internally, then, something strange happened.

The bullet seemed to change its trajectory.

It dropped.

As if remotely controlled, it passed through her armpit, the only gap large enough for the bullet, then, the bullet made a sharp turn and whizzed, slamming into Burrwell’s right hand holding the gun.

"Bang!"

"Ah!"

Lake immediately stepped forward and fired again, severing the left hand with which Burrwell was grabbing Skye’s arm, then he quickly pulled Skye and retreated.

The moment she was lifted, Skye felt like a rag doll, her stomach churning, and then she fainted spectacularly.

After the gunshot, George walked back up. Seeing Lake pulling Skye, he turned to the Special Operations Team and made a "fall back" gesture. "Don’t come any closer."

The members of the Special Operations Team exchanged glances, and after a moment, they tacitly turned their backs to the emergency exit.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Burrwell screamed. His right hand hurt, and when he tried to press it with his left, his left hand also hurt. Then, as he switched back and forth, Burrwell’s screams switched with it.

Lake expressionlessly raised his pistol.

George stopped him. "Let me."

Lake chuckled.

George gestured with his eyes towards the little loli who had fainted under Lake’s arm. "I still have some things to discuss with him. Aren’t you going to take your little loli to the hospital?"

Lake looked at Skye, who was unconscious under his arm: "…"