The First Consortium (Reward plus 45, thanks to my brother Antetokounmpo!!)
Without a doubt.
Lister's words were a naked test, testing what kind of relationship there was between the Black King and Lake.
Lake didn't care.
Since the clone appeared, Lake and the Black King appeared on the same screen more than once or twice. If there were no clone, Lake might have exploded in anger at Lister's temptation.
But right now?
Putting aside the fact that they have become ordinary friends due to Hydra's sincerity and respect, Lake also intends to enrich the attributes of the Black King's vest.
so.
Lake showed no signs of getting angry. He just said lightly that he and Lake were in a savior relationship, and let Hydra guess the rest slowly.
Lister obviously did not realize that the Black King and Lake would be related in this matter, and seemed to be silent.
Lake stood up and put down the empty glass: "Nothing, I'm leaving first."
Liszt came back to his senses: "Wait."
Lake sat down again, smiling: "Why, do you have business to take care of me?"
The same thing.
Lake doesn't care who he kills. As long as the target complies with his rules, he doesn't care who places the order.
He killed two Hydras, one thing at a time!
Liszt nodded: "Yes."
Lake laughed and shook his head.
Seeing this, Liszt said, "This person fits the mark of Mr. Black King, and we are willing to offer him one million US dollars."
Lake waved his hand and said, "Maybe in three months. I have something to do and need to leave New York."
Liszt was silent upon seeing this.
Lake thought for a moment, wrote a note with a number on it, and handed it to Lister: "Three months later, call this number, and I will accept the order as long as it meets my standards."
Something really happened.
One million.
After completing this order, you can draw the lottery ten times. The damn lottery plug-in allows you to draw ten times in a row and get a gift box for the prize. However, Lake has never had the experience of saving up enough money for a prize.
After saving up 100,000, Lake had the illusion that he would definitely win the golden legend this time.
Repeated defeat.
Lake never tires of it.
Liszt asked curiously, "Mr. Black King, may I ask where you are going? Perhaps if you go somewhere else, we can still be of some help."
Lake smiled and said, "You can't help me with this."
Finished.
Lake stood up and left without looking back.
the next day.
Lake was packing his things at home. He really had to go out for something. Ever since he lost the opportunity to live off his wife at the age of 20, he had to go abroad every February to June.
"Ding-ling-ling!"
"Hello."
"elder brother."
Betty Ross's phone call.
Lake held the phone and stuffed a change of clothes into his suitcase: "What?"
Betty laughed and said, "Are you going to Budapest?"
Lake said expressionlessly: "No, I'm busy, find a purchasing agent yourself!"
"elder brother--"
"no!"
Lake rolled his eyes. Ever since he went to Budapest in the first year and bought some local specialty pastries for Betty when he came back, he has been hooked.
Good job.
It has been eleven years now, and Lake always brings back pastries every time he goes there. Since last year, Lake feels that the people there look at him strangely.
How to say it.
That's the look you give a pretty boy, the look he gives every time he comes here, with free food and lodging, but he even eats and takes the food for him. Is it because he's considering something?
hehe.
Lake had already killed all the survivors of that group with an unlimited version of the Glock 17 pistol.
"elder brother!!!"
"I'm not going this year."
"What?"
Betty on the other end of the phone was stunned and then said, "You must be lying to me. Didn't you say that you would go there every year to breathe the real free air to avoid turning yourself into a psycho? Why aren't you going this year?"
Lake chuckled and said, "If you don't believe me, wait until tomorrow and you can video chat with me to see if I'm in New York."
There was no clone before.
Now?
Lake had figured it out long ago. In the past, he would take leave to go on vacation, which would result in the loss of three months' salary. But this year was different. His clone continued to work and slack off in New York, while his real body went to Budapest to cultivate relationships with his beloved and the mother of his child.
The plan was perfect.
Betty had nothing to say and could only hang up the phone.
Lake smiled, threw the phone aside and continued packing his luggage.
In the evening.
Lake took off his glasses and left the Continental Hotel, rented a car from the Continental Hotel, and then drove straight to New Jersey in the countryside outside the city.
At the suburban private airport in Jersey City, a Gulfstream private jet has been waiting quietly at the airport for a long time.
"Mr. Molabi."
"Good evening."
Lake handed his car keys to the airport gatekeeper, Mr. Molabi, who looked to be in his seventies or eighties and was wearing a large floral shirt. Then he carried his luggage bag and walked towards the private plane not far away.
There were two bodyguards in black suits at the boarding gate.
Look closely...
The suits of these two men are obviously more upscale than Lake's.
"Settled."
"Sahu."
"…"
Lake greeted them as usual, but as usual got no response from the two people. He shrugged his shoulders and boarded the plane as if he was used to it.
The two bodyguard-like men looked around and their sights fell on a small woods outside the airport. They looked at each other and shook their heads. Only the man named Anton on the left opened his mouth towards the small woods. Then the two of them turned around and boarded the private plane one after another.
Ten minutes later.
The private plane taxied and entered the take-off state.
soon.
The plane disappeared into the clouds.
Half an hour later.
A black car slowly drove out from the road beyond the grove and headed towards New York. The person in the passenger seat took out his phone and made a call.
The call is connected.
"Sir."
"How about it."
"The Black King left in a private jet that landed at an airport outside Jersey."
"…Can you see clearly?"
"Yes, although I didn't see him directly, the Black King didn't lose sight of him along the way. I can be 99% sure it was him."
"And... Sir..."
"explain."
"...The two bodyguards at the plane door just now seemed to have discovered us."
"What, are you sure?"
"…I'm not sure."
"…"
At this moment, a man sitting in the back seat looked up and said, "We found information from the Air Traffic Control Bureau. It's a plane from the European VAM Consortium."
"VAM?"
"Yes, sir."
"...I see. Lake Edwin is still in that bar."
"Yes, sir."
"…"
Alexander Pierce hung up the phone.
His brows were furrowed.
V—A—M!
This is the name of a European consortium, but it is a combination of three people's names.
…