Frank walked over, grabbed Grote, and punched him in the face: "Come on, tell this innocent kid what you did on the night of December 20th."
Grote trembled: "No, no."
Frank punched again: "Say, or I'll beat you to death like this."
With blood on his face, Grote begged, "I, I really can't remember."
Frank grinned: "Really? Let me remind you again. Lafayette Street, room 207 on the second floor."
Grote's face changed: "No, no, they forced me, and I can't help it."
Frank punched again: "Then I can't help it."
Grote screamed and was knocked down again: "I don't know, I don't know anything."
Frank pulled out the pistol from his waist and aimed it at his head: "Then what's the use of you being alive! I'll give you one last chance and tell him what happened in room 207 on the second floor of Lafayette Street on the night of December 20th? "
Grote burst into tears: "No, I said, I said. They asked me to kill a man. He got involved in things that shouldn't be involved."
Frank glanced at Matt, and the corner of his mouth turned up a little: "Look, this is the ordinary person you said."
Matt was hit hard, but still said: "He should accept legal sanctions and let him turn himself in..."
Frank sneered and turned around: "What else? You haven't finished yet."
Grote hesitated again, Frank stepped on his finger and crushed it hard: "Say."
Grote screamed: "Also, there's an old lady. She shouldn't be there, there should only be that man. She's screaming, I can't help it, I can't help it, I can only shoot. "
Matt froze: "You..."
Frank: "Look, these are scumbags, they don't have any good intentions at all."
Matt said subconsciously: "But killing them won't revive anyone!"
Frank: "Yes, but they won't hurt innocent people when they die. Xiaohong, look at this city, it's full of stench, full of this kind of garbage, they have no bottom line, they can kill for their own needs Kill any innocent people, why do you protect them? Why do you let those innocent people continue to be hurt and killed by them? Just for the little bit of ridiculous justice in your heart?"
"Shit!" Frank scolded: "You come out and beat these villains to serious injuries and fractures, but you have to wear a mask, and you don't even dare to show your face, I dare! I know what I want to do, I know what I'm doing, I don't need to wear this hypocritical mask to deceive myself. I violated the law, how about you? Wearing a mask can only prove your cowardice and evasion, and you dare not face this evil world with your true self. You and I, both People who are just using their own means to protect this city."
On the side, Luke scratched his head silently: It seems... The person with the most masks here should be himself, right? But I don't seem to be running away from anything.
Frank strode up to Matt and shoved the gun into his hand.
Matt's hands were in front of him, not tied behind his back. Frank just tied his body with iron chains, and he could still shoot with a gun.
Frank drew another pistol and pointed it at Grote: "Now, I will give you a chance to choose to be your true self or continue to escape. At the end of the countdown, if you don't kill me first, I will kill him. Three !"
Matt struggled: "No, you don't have to. It's not worth destroying yourself for this kind of person."
Frank was unmoved: "Two!"
Grote's ghost was terrified, struggling desperately and begging: "Help me, save me, I don't want to die."
Matt: "No, don't push me."
Frank: "A... huh?"
As he was about to pull the trigger, he suddenly felt that his hand was empty, and the gun that was originally pointed at Grote was gone.
Turning his head, he saw Luke standing beside him with a gun in his hands, and he said, "Okay, you two are both in your teens, and you still play games every day." Aren't you tired of this game of who is good and who is bad?"
With that said, he threw the gun back to Frank: "That's the end of today's business, I'll take Xiaohong home."
Frank moved his mouth, but said nothing.
Matt also breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, the punchers are not all from the other side.
Luke walked up to him and knelt down, and began to untie the chain for him: "In this world, not everyone can let go of the past and family blood feud. If they can do it, they are saints. If they can't, they are ordinary people. You can't save him, and he doesn't need your rescue."
Matt: "But by doing so, he will not only harm himself, but also make ordinary people misunderstand him."
Luke: "He doesn't care. All he cares about is his family, and they're all gone."
Matt was dumbfounded.
Luke: "Take a good rest for a few days, and don't worry about your lord's affairs."
Matt looked up suspiciously: "Huh?"
At this time, there was a slight jet of air in his ear, and he felt a pain in his neck, and looked at Luke with a face full of surprise: "What are you doing?"
Lu Ke raised the quick syringe in his hand: "It's just a tranquilizer, so you can sleep well tonight."
Matt: "You *%￥#..."
The second half of his words turned into a slurred voice, his head drooped, and he fell into a coma.
Luke untied the chain on him and stood up: "Come on, don't you still have to clean up the garbage? I'll go with you."
Frank recalled his dazzled operation, and said in silence for a moment: "Aren't you his friend?"
Luke took off the backpack from behind, took out two pistols from inside, and threw one over: "But you are a friend of Gray Rabbit. As long as you want revenge, I will be happy to help you do it."
Frank caught the pistol and saw that it was a suppressed pistol: "I have a gun."
Luke: "The movement should be as small as possible. Although you are not afraid of nypd, you have never thought of killing the police, have you? If you go on like this, the enemy will have nothing to do, and you will be surrounded by nypd first."
Frank was speechless, he was almost surrounded by ESU today, although it was mainly because of Matt's intervention.
But Luke got him out, it was true.
Luke handed over five more magazines: "Let's go and come back quickly, and try to call it a day within ten minutes."
Frank was stunned: "Ten minutes?"
Luke: "Of course, I have to send Xiaohong home."
Frank turned his head and glanced at Grote: "Then this guy..."
Luke: "Let him go."
Frank looked at him strangely, with "you're kidding" in his eyes.
Luke: "Xiaohong doesn't want you to kill him, so let him go."
Frank looked weird, but nodded anyway.
The two went downstairs, and Luke carried Grote downstairs and untied his hands and feet: "You can go, don't let us see you again, otherwise..."
Grote's face was full of joy: "I'll go right away, as far as I can go..." Then he staggered and ran away.