I originally just wanted to be a black firefly that shines in the dark.
but...
You don't give me a chance.
Since that's the case, then fine, I'll stop pretending and tell you my cards.
As expected, pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger does not suit me at all. I can't hold it back even though I haven't been slapped in the face yet. If I am slapped in the face, Lake is afraid that he will not be able to help but reunite the Coulson family.
soon.
Minister Kelly, who had just finished speaking with the Attorney General, said, "The New York Undersea Tunnel bombing may indeed be related to a terrorist attack. I spoke with the Attorney General. Our Department of Homeland Security will take the lead in handling terrorist acts. This is our first major case since our establishment. Do a good job, Director Edwin."
"Understood, thank you, Minister!"
Lake responded, and after the call ended, he looked at Coulson and said, "Bring over the people, evidence, and files you detained."
Coulson opened his mouth and said, "I... need to make a call."
Lake sneered, but didn't stop.
I don't know what it means.
I worked so hard and died once to catch the suspect, and you just took it away, which would have been fine. But you are still not satisfied and want to sign a confidentiality agreement. How much face did the Horse King give you to make you so arrogant?
Originally, SHIELD would have just quietly taken the person away, and Lake wouldn't have had any thoughts about it.
But the slaps in the face are all direct to the face.
Who can tolerate this?
Although his starting point in this life was not very good, Lake had never felt aggrieved since he was able to run away. He would take revenge on the spot and would not delay it until the next day at most.
I'm here to play the invincible style, not to play the pig and eat the tiger style.
Lake looked at Coulson who turned around and was about to make a phone call. He was not idle either. He called the security guard downstairs again in front of Coulson.
One sentence.
Don't give S.H.I.E.L.D. a chance to leave. Anyone who dares to break in with the Winter Soldier will be shot on the spot, regardless of death or injury.
Coulson's side.
"What?"
Victoria Hand, who was at the SHIELD New York Operations Center, was listening to Coulson's call and was a little incredulous: "How did he suddenly become a Homeland Security agent?"
Coulson shook his head. "Commander, what do we do now?"
what to do?
God knows what to do.
SHIELD is not a federal agency, but a global secret agency established by the Security Council. Because of its secrecy, they have at most contacted the heads of several major law enforcement agencies to allow SHIELD to legally use the fake documents of these departments in the local area.
But the Department of Homeland Security was only established this year.
With the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. about to retire and the deputy director being demoted, S.H.I.E.L.D. has not yet contacted and greeted the newly appointed Secretary John Kelly.
but...
People certainly cannot be handed over to the Department of Homeland Security.
reason?
Eleven years ago, the Howard Stark car accident case was actually investigated by their S.H.I.E.L.D. At that time, they also saw that the scene was carefully disguised. This was a precise assassination. However, in order not to alert the enemy and to be on the safe side, S.H.I.E.L.D. chose to report the car accident and has been investigating the matter secretly. The person in charge of tracking and investigating this matter was the then operations director, Alexander Pierce, now the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Now that Bucky Barnes has appeared, SHIELD feels that they can find out the truth of that year through Bucky Barnes.
Moreover, how Bucky Barnes survived to this day is also something that SHIELD is interested in. What's more, Bucky is Steve's good friend. After knowing this news, Director Alexander Pierce instructed that Bucky Barnes must be transferred to SHIELD for testing and interrogation.
only...
Victoria Hand pursed her lips and said, "Give him the phone."
"yes."
Coulson nodded, turned to face Riker again, and held out his phone.
Lake took a glance, sneered, and took the phone.
Are you trying to pressure him with justice or morality?
"Hello!"
"Lieutenant Edwin..."
"Please call me Director Edwin, Department of Homeland Security, New York State, Assistant Director of Operations. Who are you?"
"National Strategic Defense..."
"Stop talking. I just want to ask you one question: do you want to hand it over to me?"
Click!
Lake held the phone in one hand and a loaded pistol in the other. He pointed it directly at the stunned Coulson and said expressionlessly, "Bucky Barnes is suspected of intentional homicide, faking the scene, and terrorist attacks. I now doubt whether you two are in the same group. Tell me, should I arrest this guy standing in front of me and question him thoroughly?"
The good-tempered Coulson now feels terrible when he meets the bad-tempered Lake.
"Edwin..."
"To hand it over, or not to hand it over?"
"...The person is yours now."
"Smart, next time you want to act like you're from a mysterious department, find someone else and stop staring at me. I have a bad temper. If you do that again, I'll pull your underwear out of your eyes."
"…"
Lake said, throwing the phone at Coulson and putting away his pistol.
Ten seconds later.
Coulson hung up the phone and turned to walk outside. The confused SHIELD agent looked at his boss's departing back, glanced at Riker, then turned around and caught up with Coulson.
Lake sneered as he watched the two men leave.
Stop laughing.
Lake looked at George, Beckett, and Joe who had just come running over during the argument, smiled, sat down in his chair, and tore up the confidentiality agreement in front of him: "What's wrong?"
Joe walked over and looked at the badge on Lake's waist and the badge on the table: "You...DHS?"
Lake smiled and said, "Why, do you want to come?"
Joe waved her hands. If she didn't want to catch the real mastermind behind her husband's death, she should be crying at home instead of in the New York Police Department.
George and Beckett also came over.
Lake took a look and said, "Why, are you interested?"
George said, "Are you kidding me? The police department just received a $200 million donation. If I leave now, I'm going to lose my bonus, which has been delayed for several years. Also, should I help you find a house and recruit new people? No, I feel great right now."
All right.
You almost said that you are already a salted fish and don't let me disturb you from basking in the sun.
Lake looked at Beckett.
Beckett shrugged and said, "I still think the FBI is pretty good."
Most local police think so. After all, when breaking a door, shouting NYPD or KLPD is far less impressive than shouting FBI.
Lake said, "But DHS has the authority to mobilize the FBI and the CIA."
Beckett punched Lake on the shoulder. "You'd better think about how to tell the superintendent and the commissioner. Good fellow, you're jumping ship openly. If you did this on any other floor, everyone would probably roll their eyes. But George and I are fine, as long as you don't compete with us for cases in the future."
Lake laughed.