Frank walked over, grabbed Grote, and punched him in the face. "Come, tell this innocent little friend what you did on the night of December 20th."
Grote's body trembled. "No, I didn't."
Frank punched him again. "Speak, or I'll beat you to death."
Grote's face was covered in blood as he begged, "I-I really don't remember."
Frank smiled sinisterly. "Really? Then let me remind you again. Lafayette Street, Room 207 on the second floor. "
Grote's expression changed. "No, no, they forced me. There was nothing I could do."
Frank punched him again. "Then there was nothing I could do."
Grote screamed and fell to the ground again. "I don't know, I don't know anything."
Frank pulled out the pistol at his waist and aimed it at his head. "Then what's the point of you living? I'll give you one last chance. Tell him what happened on December 20th, Room 207 on the second floor of Lafayette Street. "
Grote cried bitterly. "Don't, I'll talk, I'll talk. They asked me to kill a man who got involved in something he shouldn't have. "
Frank glanced at Matt and smiled. "Look, this is what you call an ordinary person."
Matt had suffered a huge blow, but he still said, "He should face the law and turn himself in …"
Frank sneered and turned around. "What else? You're not done yet. "
Grote hesitated again, and Frank stepped on his finger and crushed it. "Speak."
Grote screamed, "There was also an old lady. She shouldn't have been there. That man should have been the only one there. She was screaming. I had no choice, I had no choice. I could only shoot. "
Matt was stunned. "You …"
Frank said, "Look, this is scum. They don't have any good intentions at all."
Matt subconsciously said, "But killing them won't bring anyone back to life!"
Frank said, "Yes, but if they die, they won't hurt innocent people anymore. Little Red, look at this city. It's full of this kind of trash. They have no bottom line and can kill any innocent person for their own needs. Why do you protect them? Why do you let those innocent people continue to be hurt and killed by them? Just for that little bit of ridiculous justice in your heart? "
"Son of a bitch!" Frank scolded, "You came out and beat these bad guys until their bones were broken, but you still have to wear a mask and don't even dare to show your face. I dare! I know what I want to do, I know what I am doing, I don't have to wear this fake mask to deceive myself. I broke the law. What about you? Wearing a mask only proves your cowardice. You don't dare to face this evil world with your true self. You and I are just using our own methods to protect the people of this city. "
On the side, Luke scratched his head. It seemed that he was the one with the most masks here, right? But I don't think I'm running away from anything.
Frank strode over to Matt and shoved the gun into his hand.
Matt's hands were in front of him. They weren't tied behind his back. Frank had only tied his body with a chain, so he could still shoot with a gun.
Frank pulled out another pistol and aimed it at Grote. "Now, I'll give you a chance. Choose to be your true self or continue running away. At the end of the countdown, if you don't kill me first, I'll kill him. Three! "
Matt struggled. "No, you don't have to do this. It's not worth destroying yourself for this kind of person. "
Frank wasn't moved. "Two!"
Grote was scared out of his wits as he struggled and begged, "Save me, save me, I don't want to die."
Matt: "No, don't force me."
Frank: "One … huh?"
He was about to pull the trigger when he suddenly felt his hand go empty. The gun that had been pointed at Grote was gone.
He turned around and saw Luke standing next to him with a gun in his hand. Luke weighed the gun in his hand and said, "Alright, you two are already decades old. Aren't you tired of playing this game of who's the good guy and who's the bad guy every day?"
As he spoke, he threw the gun back to Frank. "That's enough for today. I'll take Little Red home."
Frank's mouth moved, but he didn't say anything.
Matt was also relieved. Thankfully, Puncher wasn't on the other party's side.
Luke walked over to him, squatted down, and started to untie him. "In this world, not everyone can let go of the past and their family's blood feud. If you can, you're a saint. If you can't, you're an ordinary person. You can't save him, and he doesn't need you to save him. "
Matt said, "But if he does this, not only will he harm himself, he'll also cause ordinary people to misunderstand him."
Luke said, "He doesn't care. The only thing he cares about is his family, and they've already left. "
Matt was speechless.
Luke said, "Rest well for a few days. Don't worry about the adults."
Matt raised his head in confusion. "Huh?"
At that moment, he heard the faint sound of air spurting out. He felt a pain in his neck, and looked at Luke in surprise. "You, what are you doing?"
Luke waved the syringe in his hand. "It's just a tranquilizer so you can sleep well tonight."
Matt: "You * *% ¥# …"
The latter half of his sentence turned into a mumble, and his head drooped as he fainted.
Luke untied him and stood up. "Let's go. Don't you have to clean up the trash? I'll go with you. "
Recalling his dazzling actions, Frank was silent for a moment before he said, "Aren't you his friend?"
Luke took off his backpack and took out two pistols. He tossed one over. "But you're Gray Rabbit's friend. As long as you want revenge, I'll be happy to help you do it. "
Frank caught the pistol and saw that it was a silencer. "I have a gun."
Luke said, "Keep it down if you can. You might not be afraid of NYPD, but you've never thought about killing a police officer, right? If you continue like this, you'll be surrounded by NYPD before you even get rid of your enemies. "
Frank was lost for words. He had almost been surrounded by the ESU today, although it was mainly because of Matt's interference.
But it was a fact that Luke had saved him.
Luke handed him five more magazines. "Let's go and come back quickly. We'll try to finish in ten minutes."
Frank was stunned. "Ten minutes?"
Luke said, "Of course. I still have to take Little Red home."
Frank turned his head and looked at Grote. "Then this guy …"
Luke said, "Let him go."
Frank looked at him strangely, his eyes saying, "You're kidding."
Luke said, "Little Red doesn't want you to kill him, so let him go."
Frank had a strange expression on his face, but he still nodded.
They went downstairs. Luke carried Grote downstairs and untied his hands and feet. "You can go now. Don't let us see you again, or else …"
Grote rejoiced. "I'll go right away. I'll go as far as I can …" As he spoke, he staggered away.
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