The legendary life of a manga

Chapter 22 The Tiger That Will Be Lonely Or Tiger
Why should I let others take away the hard-earned money I worked so hard to earn.

Lake narrowed his eyes and unceremoniously started the group mocking mode at the many killers in the bar.

The expressions of all the killers in the bar changed in unison.

with a snap.

A bald man codenamed Bald, who lived up to his name, protested, "King Black, you are too arrogant."

The corner of Lake's mouth curled up: "Really, I'm sorry, I have such a character, if you don't accept it, you shoot."

"You think I dare not?"

"Ah."

Lake bowed his head and smiled.

next second.

The Glock 17 appeared in Lake's hand, and the muzzle was aimed at the bald man.

The bald man's expression suddenly changed: "King Black, this is the Continental Hotel."

Lake tilted his head: "I know, I still know, I dare to shoot here, do you want to bet?"

Bald man: "..."

The bartender stopped wiping the glass, but he didn't choose to report the situation here, but watched with interest.

The other killers didn't move, they just looked at Lake and the bald man.

There was a smile on Lake's face from beginning to end.

The bald man's eyes wandered.

After a while.

The bald man snorted coldly as a lunatic, then got up and walked towards the elevator.

Ok.

He didn't dare to gamble.

Although it is an iron rule not to shoot in the Continental Hotel, if Lake really shoots, the bald man himself will die, and he will suffer no matter what.

and so……

The bald man faltered.

Seeing this, Lake chuckled, and the pistol disappeared after turning a circle in his hand.

"sharp."

"Not as good as you."

Lake reunited with Carlos, who was sitting across from him, and smiled: "You are the top killer in the killer world. I am just a little transparent, and I earn hard money, so if someone wants to steal my money, I will be very angry. I am so angry that I can only Killing that person's whole family and keeping him alive will ease the hatred in my heart."

The sound is very low, but enough to carry the audience.

Lake once again warned everyone in the bar not to rob him of his money.

at this time.

A voice came over the bar's loudspeaker.

[Killer's Cross, the expulsion order will come into effect an hour later, the reward amount is 150 million, and the reward order is open to everyone. 】

it has started!

Lake raised his eyebrows and looked at Carlos who was sitting opposite.

Carlos' expression didn't change a bit.

He knew that he would come back at this moment, and he was already mentally prepared.

Many killers in the bar have already begun to move towards the elevator, planning to find a favorable position outside the Continental Hotel first.

The bartender had already come out from the bar, ready to politely ask Carlos to leave. From the moment the expulsion order came into effect, all businesses under the name of the Continental Hotel and the killer world were closed to Carlos.

"Cross first..."

"and many more."

"..."

Carlos made a gesture to the bartender who had already walked to the table, then drank the last glass of whiskey in front of him, and then looked at Lake: "Can you give me a night?"

Lake didn't speak but looked at Carlos.

Carlos smiled and said, "Since I'm leaving, I plan to find a few more people to accompany me. Can you give me a night?"

Lake said: "I have no objection, it's just, can you hold on?"

He came here tonight to tell his girlfriend Maureen that he was out to buy a pack of cigarettes. If he stayed outside for another two hours, Lake felt that his girlfriend would probably make an emergency call to say that he disappeared while he was out to buy cigarettes.

At that time, the New York Police Department will be in trouble.

After all, this is not impossible, considering that Lake just destroyed a killer organization not long ago.

only……

Can Carlos make it through the night?

"Don't worry!" Carlos stood up, handed the note to Lake and said, "For him, I will persevere, this is the only thing I can do."

Lake took the note without looking at it, and nodded: "Okay, I wish you a happy hunting."

Carlos smiled: "Thank you!"

Done.

Carlos turned around and walked towards the elevator, walking very freely.

It is estimated that there will be a bloody storm in New York tonight.

Lake said so in his heart, and then drank the bourbon in front of him in one gulp, thinking that Carlos had left the Continental Hotel before getting up and walking towards the elevator.

Although it is a bit different from the $200 million reward I imagined.

but……

150 million US dollars is not a lot, and you can draw [-] prizes.

Earn blood.

Star Building.

Maureen, who was sitting at the bar reading a book and waiting for Lake to come back in pajamas, turned around and looked at Lake who entered the room, frowning slightly: "Did you go to New Jersey to buy cigarettes?"

Lake shrugged and said, "I met a friend on the road and chatted for a while."

Maureen gave Lake a blank look, got up, came over to help Lake take off his coat, and paused slightly: "Are you still drinking?"

Lake said, "It's just a couple of drinks at the bar."

Mo Lin was a little speechless: "You are injured and still drinking, do you really think you are an iron man?"

"That playboy is the Iron Man."

"what?"

"……nothing!"

Lake made a haha, and hugged his girlfriend with one hand: "Don't worry, I'm fine, I guess I'll be cured in three days."

Mo Lin looked at Lake helplessly, sighed, and shook his head: "Go take a bath."

Lake smiled and said, "Of order!"

Late at night.

With his shirt on, Lake leaned on the bed, first glanced at his girlfriend Maureen who was sleeping peacefully next to him, then his eyes fell on the bay window in the bedroom, and then he wanted to see New York under the stars through the curtains of the bay window.

New York is expected to be very busy tonight.

Two hours have passed.

It is estimated that Carlos' final hunt has already begun, and I don't know how many assassins who are overwhelmed will be buried with Carlos.

Lake thought so.

In Lake's mind, Carlos was even more threatening than John Wick.

Very simple.

Carlos is the top assassin of the Mutual Aid Association with the magical skills of gun fighting, and John Wick is equally powerful, but in terms of personal combat effectiveness, he is far inferior to Carlos, who can bend bullets.

As far as the 80.00% of the killer world, the killer who only knows a sudden meal, there may be a chance to go together, counting on the bounty that wants to take away Carlos alone is undoubtedly to deliver food.

Lake glanced at the phone beside his bed.

He didn't even worry that the phone would ring in a while. Before Carlos's reward order came into effect, it is estimated that the body collection team of the Continental Hotel had already begun to branch out to every corner of New York.

No body.

Naturally, there is no case, but, tonight, the patrolling police probably won't be able to sleep.

……

(End of this chapter)