Oh, what is that?"
"I'll first destroy the mutual aid group that wants to take your son away."
"…"
The atmosphere in the booth was a bit quiet.
When Carlos heard this, he put away the smile on his face and looked at Lake who also had a smile on his face. His brain seemed to freeze for a moment, as if he was replaying what Lake had just said.
Lake smiled and said, "How about this? I'll do it first. When I'm done, you can pay me for protecting your son's normal life. How about that?"
Carlos heard it clearly this time.
but.
Because he heard it clearly, Carlos looked directly at Lake, and a hint of anger seemed to appear on his face: "Are you here to tease me?"
Lake's expression remained unchanged: "You think I didn't sleep at night and came here just to tease you?"
Carlos nodded. "So, you're a lunatic."
Lake shook his head. "I have a certificate from the hospital. Of course, if you want me to do this, you need to give me some information about the mutual aid association, which is the textile factory. Handwritten will do."
A former killer member who had defected came to prove that the mutual aid association was the textile factory.
This is considered irrefutable evidence.
If this doesn't count, Lake feels that there must be some shameful PY transaction between Chief Montgomery and the Mutual Aid Society. Lake is ready to expose the corrupt officials in the police station.
"and..."
Lake looked at Carlos and said, "The Continental Hotel doesn't have any rules that prohibit assassins from killing another assassin organization."
Yes.
This is an obvious loophole.
Killers cannot betray their organization, but killers from different organizations can kill another killer organization. It's just that most people don't think of doing it this way.
Carlos frowned and looked at Lake in front of him expressionlessly.
Lake looked at the watch on his hand. It was almost ten o'clock. He didn't know why his girlfriend hadn't called him. If she had called and he didn't answer, he would have run to the Star Building directly and would have to find an excuse to explain.
quite a while.
Carlos narrowed his eyes and said, "Okay, what kind of information do you want?"
Lake touched his chin and said, "Just write it by hand. Just write about how the mutual aid association used the textile factory as a cover to carry out shameful collusion, and then write your personal information."
Said.
Lake waved to the bartender and waited for him to come over before saying to Carlos, "I'll be fine once I'm done. If you don't believe me, pay attention to the location of the New York Police Department at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. If you're afraid of an ambush, you can watch from afar. When I'm done, we'll meet here again for the next transaction, but the items we'll be trading will need to be changed."
Carlos said, "Change what?"
Lake said with a smile: "Your bounty!"
Carlos: "…"
By that time, after Lake has taken down the Mutual Aid Society, the Continental Hotel will intervene and directly issue a bounty for Carlos. The Continental Hotel will not care about anything else. After all, Carlos is a traitor killer. Even if the Mutual Aid Society is taken down by the police station, the Continental Hotel will not let a traitor killer live well.
So Carlos will still face the bounty on the Continental Hotel. That's a bounty worth two million. Lake thinks he can earn this money.
Wow.
I'm about to get fat.
Lake was already fantasizing about getting rich overnight.
Eleven o'clock at night.
Lake, wearing glasses, returned to the Star Building.
Open the door.
As expected.
Sitting on the sofa, wearing glasses and reading a psychology book in his hand, Morin looked at Lake who came in and asked, "Where have you been?"
Lake turned around and closed the door: "I went to the bar to drink with Bob. The guy is leaving New York in a few days."
Bob Lee Swagger.
Lake's comrade-in-arms during his military service, who had carried guns together, coughed together, and carried out two overseas combat missions together, joined the army earlier than Lake and retired later than Lake.
Maureen took off his glasses, walked up to Lake, took the suit jacket Lake took off, smelled it, and then said, "Is that your comrade in the Navy SEALs?"
Lake hummed, walked to the bar, looked at his phone on the bar, clicked it open, and raised an eyebrow: "Twelve calls, I thought you wouldn't come today."
Maureen definitely has some control urge.
After the honeymoon period, Lake looked up at Maureen, smiled, and thought to himself.
Maureen rolled her eyes: "You got into a shootout today."
Lake said, "So, I don't need counseling."
In free America, gunfights happen every day.
This is the main theme of the Americans.
Maureen sat down on the high stool and looked at Lake, who poured himself a glass of bourbon and drank it all in one gulp. "Would you like to talk about what happened today?"
Lake thought for a moment and shook his head: "There's nothing to talk about. Justice will ultimately triumph over evil."
"That's not what I'm talking about."
"Which one is that?"
"I understand you asked Montgomery for permission to search the textile mills?"
"Um."
Lake looked at his girlfriend, who wasn't on the field but was incredibly well-informed, and shrugged. "What's going on?"
Mo Lin frowned and said, "Without any evidence, it's best not to act on your own. That textile factory is not only related to the Disabled Persons' Federation, but also to the mayor and the governor."
It is said that the current mayor of New York was able to defeat his competitors because of the vote bank in the hands of the Disabled Persons' Federation, because the director of the textile factory, Sloan, appeared at one of his fundraising parties.
Lake wanted to laugh. "God, you sound almost exactly like Montgomery."
Morin's face was serious. "That's because Montgomery told me. He knows your character, and he believes you. However, you need to be extra careful when dealing with an organization like this. If you act rashly, the pressure from above will make you lose everything."
That's the reality.
After all, this is a capitalist country. If you have money, you have everything and you have power... You can't beat the rich.
Lake scoffed.
Lose everything.
Everything Lake has now is achieved through his own hard work from scratch. Although it is just a part-time job, it is also earned by Lake through hard work. Anyone who dares to steal it will be chopped to pieces by Lake.
Morin frowned: "Lake, I'm telling the truth. You must not act rashly in this matter."
Lake nodded perfunctorily: "Okay."
Morin emphasized again: "I'm serious."
After all, Maureen is Lake's girlfriend, and she knows Lake's character very well. Naturally, she knows that Lake's words are perfunctory. Even without the bonus of his girlfriend's identity, Maureen's professional bonus as a psychotherapist is enough to show that Lake did not take her words to heart.
Morin sighed and said, "Do you know why you were suspended for investigation based on an anonymous letter?"
PS: Bob—Bob Lee Swagger, from "Sniper"!
Happy weekend, guys!