The moment the prosecutor and the defense lawyer looked at each other, both of them were somewhat dumbfounded.

after all……

They both expect each other to die first and then delay each other's time.

But what about now?

The big black prosecutor Thomson was the fastest to come back to his senses. He pulled up his backpack that had just fallen to the ground and walked towards a toilet in the distance without looking back.

The defense lawyer also turned around and left.

In the bathroom.

A thud.

After Dark Prosecutor Thomson locked the toilet door, he sat on the toilet lid, wiped his face, his face full of resentment, and cursed the incompetent New York Police Department.

It has been so long since this happened, but the New York Police Department seemed to have forgotten the case, and the culprit has not been arrested yet.

Incompetent.

Just then.

Dong!

"What……"

"Woo!"

The Dahei Prosecutor looked at the kicked toilet door with a look of horror, and then he stared at a man wearing a hoodie and a skull T-shirt that instantly appeared in front of him.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Frank directly covered the thick black lips with his right hand, who were full of horror and wanted to scream. In a hoarse tone, he seemed to comfort the black prosecutor: "Yun, quiet, don't be excited, this is what you said."

The black prosecutor whimpered.

With a clang.

Accompanied by the black prosecutor's shrinking eyes, a sharp dagger appeared on Frank's right hand. The hoarse tone cooperated with the gaunt face of the night of the three thousand miles and said calmly: "Now, you have two choices, either, die, or I let you taste the pain after your wife and children's life and death. How do you choose, respected prosecutor."

“Woo woo…”

"Feel sorry."

The Big Black Prosecutor did not choose to scream the moment Frank's right hand just let go, but gasped and tried to let Frank put down his butcher knife in a panic tone: "Mr. Custer, that's the only one we... Woo!"

"only?"

"Woooooo!"

"choose?"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Puff puff puff puff!"

“Uhhhhhhhh…”

With the shaking of the toilet compartment, the shaking sound gradually disappeared. At this moment, the big black prosecutor leaned softly against the toilet like a rag doll, and blood continued to overflow with the dozen holes on his body.

soon.

The smell of blood came out.

At the same time, in the bathroom not far away, the body belonging to the defense lawyer had been found. With a scream, Kennedy Airport instantly entered the alert mode.

but……

By the time the police at the airport found the body of the Dark Prosecutor, Frank had once again disappeared without a trace like a ghost.

In theory.

Two bodies appeared in the bathroom at New York International Airport. This matter must have involved homeland security. After all, no one knows if any murderer would pretend that these two people were mixed into what flights.

The airport is also preparing to do what, but after the Homeland Security Bureau came over, after seeing the two corpses, he took away the two corpses, and the alert at the airport was lifted.

Except for the woman who first found the body, nearly 90% of the passengers at the airport didn't know what happened in the airport bathroom just now.

the next day.

After Lake woke up, he drove back to the New York Cemetery.

As expected.

Frank, wearing a hood and skull, crossed his legs and sat in front of the tombstones of his wife, daughter and son, motionless, like a living dead man.

Lake walked over and glanced at Frank's expression, and couldn't help but be startled.

Frank showed a look of defeat, and his spirit was so depressed that he was suddenly withdrawn.

but……

He ran three thousand miles overnight, and his knife fell from Arizona to New York City with a dagger in his hand. To be honest, even if there were planes and special cars to pick them up, it was still quite tiring.

and.

Frank was suppressed by a group of birds for more than a month. Although he had been replenished with a large blood bottle, his body, which had been deficient, was like continuous blood loss. The large blood bottle could replenish for a lifetime, but it could not replenish the injuries that had already existed.

But that's fine.

Anyway, this body can be thrown away.

Just before Lake came, George called him, and he couldn't stand the matter in the apartment building. Because of Tuka's death, the case turned into an interstate case, so the FBI snatched it away.

With the departure of the second generation Hoover, Lake's relationship with the current FBI has also left from the honeymoon period. It cannot be said that it has become an enemy directly, but it is no longer as close as before.

and……

The newly appointed FBI director was also a big black man, and Lake was even more lazy to deal with these guys.

Lake looked at his arrival, turned a blind eye to Frank, who ignored him: "I guess in ten minutes, the FBI will come and arrest you."

Frank's godless eyes focused a little color and nodded.

Lake raised his eyebrows and said, "Did you accept your fate?"

Frank shook his head and stared at the photo on the tombstone: "I miss my girl."

Lake: "…"

Fuck.

Did I come here to eat dog food? Can I also eat dog food in this kind of place?

Lake was so upset that he sighed, shook his right hand and threw a pistol in front of Frank.

Frank looked down at the pistol that landed in front of him.

"Do you believe me?"

"letter."

"Then you commit suicide, I'll take you to see Maria and the others."

"……good!"

Frank heard Lake's words, and with a swish, the fireworks reignited in his eyes. He turned his head to look at Lake next to him. After looking at Lake's face that was not fake for silence for 0:5 seconds, he said directly, then grabbed the pistol that fell in front of him, aimed directly at his temple, and pulled the trigger in a flash.

The kind that is not vague or hesitant at all.

"Bang!"

"Front!"

"Hurry and hurry!"

"There is gunshot, dog!"

“…”

Almost the moment Frank fell to the ground, with the appearance of a federal agent, he saw it from a distance. The suspect they wanted to arrest was holding a pistol and pointed it directly at the trigger on his head.

Next second.

The white and red danced in an instant, and then, with a thud, Frank, whose eyes completely lost any spirit, rumbling down straight towards the bluestone floor on one side.

"Fake!"

The federal agent ran over and quickly straightened Frank who had fallen to the ground, then tested Frank's breathing, and couldn't help but curse irritably.

case……

That's it?

All the suspects committed suicide because of the crime. Isn’t the case over?

So, we are lonely?

The federal agents behind him who also emerged from the woods also looked at each other in a glance.

In the dimension of hell.

Lake directly blasted out of the Chaos Underworld, and then snatched it directly at the moment when Frank's soul was about to enter the hell passage. By the way, he looked at Mephisto who was running wildly holding the Hellfire Sword, and once again, he fought with Mephisto.
To be continued...