the next day.
Lake arrived at the New York State branch of the Department of Homeland Security, located on the Roosevelt Expressway, near Jefferson Park, across the Hudson River from the Manhattan Mental Hospital.
The New York State branch building is a twenty-story building with white walls.
Floors one to ten are the offices of the operations agents.
The eleventh to fifteenth floors are the office areas for internal affairs agents.
The 15th to 20th floors are where the supervisors sent by various assisting agencies and Lake are located.
Lake's office is on the sixteenth floor.
Deputy Director of Operations.
but...
Although the Department of Homeland Security has been established, it is not needed for small cases. Some larger cases can be handled by the FBI in New York on its own.
Moreover, even if there are any fish that slip through the net, operations director David Bass will take care of them.
Lake was enjoying his free time.
David Bass was also very satisfied with this. After all, he liked to handle cases, and Lake rarely interfered or meddlesome, so in the past three months, the two of them got along very well.
even...
A few nights ago, David Bass invited Lake to have dinner with his wife and two children at his newly moved home.
Lake's office is not big. Like David's office next door, it has an office area and a leisure area.
However, there is a wine cabinet in Lake's office, which is filled with various kinds of bourbon. These are Lake's collections over the years. Each bourbon is a different brand and is arranged from high to low according to price.
Come into the house.
Pour the wine.
Turn on the computer.
Lake finished it in one go and drank his first sip of bourbon in the morning. He sighed and said that this was the most ideal part-time job in his mind.
Less work, more pay, and plenty of leisure time.
this...
It's a part-time job.
Every time Lake thought about it carefully, he felt that he had wasted several years at the NYPD. Compared with here, that part-time job at the NYPD was simply a nightmare.
I almost turned a part-time job into my main job.
The more I think about it, the more unscientific it seems.
Lake shook his head, logged into the intranet that connected all the federal databases, and typed in the name Victoria Knowles.
soon.
Page after page of information was selected.
There's Langley.
There's the FBI.
besides...
BATF?
What the hell is this? How come even the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives, which has nothing to do with the organization, has information about it?
Lake blinked, clicked on the first document, touched his chin and read slowly.
The information about Langley was similar to what Lister had given him last night. He was an arms dealer famous for his beautiful appearance, but there were a few lines of words added to the comments about Agent Langley.
Don't be fooled by her beauty, she will kill you with her beauty.
Haha, man.
Lake sneered. Beauty never kills. It's just that some men can't walk when they see a beautiful woman, so they are played around by beautiful women.
Look at me.
I will never be tempted by beauty. If you dare to cross my bottom line, I will kill you first, no matter whether you are a beauty or not.
Lake thought so in his heart, and then opened the information of several other agencies and took a look. They were basically the same. As for the information from the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives, it said that Victoria Knowles was related to a warehouse explosion four years ago.
"Hey, Tiffany."
"Sir."
"Get me a copy of the ATF file, number 199802050142."
"Okay, anything else, sir?"
"No thanks."
"You're welcome, sir."
Lake hung up the call with his assistant. Although he was the assistant director of operations, he also had his own assistant. When he was selecting people, Lake saw that Tiffany graduated from Yale like him, so he chose Tiffany.
At Commonwealth, alumni support is important.
This is also the reason why Lake chose to go to Yale. As an alumni society, he cannot just ask others to help him without helping others.
After a while.
Tiffany, a Yale Law School graduate who planned to work and study for the exam at the same time, wore glasses. She wasn't exactly stunningly beautiful, but she was certainly quite attractive. She knocked on the door and walked in. "Sir, the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, and Explosives has agreed. The files will arrive tomorrow morning."
Lake nodded, then asked curiously, "Where's Director Bass?"
Tiffany said, "Director Bass went to the federal building for a meeting about a joint operation."
Lake nodded.
Seeing that Lake had nothing else to do, Tiffany turned and left the office.
The phone rang.
Lake opened the flip phone, glanced at the caller ID, smiled, and answered: "Good morning, George."
The caller was an old NYPD buddy, George Stacy.
George said excitedly on the phone: "Hahaha, Lake, come to Per Restaurant on the Columbus Circle tonight, it's my treat."
Lake smiled and said, "Any good news?"
per restaurant.
That was a high-end restaurant. Although George could afford it with his salary, he had a big family to support after all, so he would only go to this restaurant when he had something fun to do.
George said, "Gwen got an A-level scholarship to Midtown High School."
Lake raised his eyebrows. "Wow, congratulations, man. That's great. It's worth celebrating."
A-level scholarship.
The A-level scholarship at Midtown College includes full tuition waiver and a living allowance of up to US$12,000 per year.
This is called going to school to make money.
The federal government's preferential treatment of top students is unimaginable, especially for outstanding top students. If you have been a top student since childhood, and can get A-level scholarships in elementary school, junior high school, college, and university, it is conservatively estimated that after you graduate from college, not only will you not spend a penny, you will also save more than 100,000 US dollars.
Gwen from George Stacy's family is such a typical example. If Gwen can maintain her A-level scholarship in college, she will become the first Grand Slam winner in the history of the Federation.
Lake had also fantasized about this when he was little.
pity.
Lake has ideas but no ability. If there was a way to get a scholarship, he would not have chosen to join the army for free.
In the afternoon.
Lake left work early and drove to the Hamilton watch store in Midtown Manhattan. He picked out a moderately priced women's watch that was neither expensive nor cheap as a gift for Gwen during dinner that night.
Waited for a while.
Lake thanked the clerk who packed the gift box and drove away.
Columbus Circle.
per restaurant.
When Lake parked the car and followed the servant in, George's family had already arrived, as well as Beckett from Group 2.
"Uncle Lake."
"Gwen."
Lake greeted the others and handed over the gift box in his hand. "Congratulations, you have completed the A-level scholarship achievement in colleges and universities. The only thing left is one university. You can consider Yale."
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