Homeland Security Building.
Lake sat in his chair, one hand on his chin, the other holding the document, looking at it thoughtfully.
The information provided by Hydra to kill Megan Walsh was very abundant, so abundant that it made people suspect that Megan Walsh was trained by Hydra itself.
Not only age, but also blood type, and even the number of assassination missions carried out.
Good job.
So open and aboveboard, without even trying to hide it?
Lake shook his head speechlessly.
but...
There is no accurate answer. Lake was able to use the Department of Homeland Security to arrest Victoria Knowles because Victoria Knowles was an arms dealer and was within the scope of arrest.
But this Megan Walsh?
Lake looked at the resume on the information and couldn't find a good breakthrough.
Megan Walsh had been groomed since childhood. At thirteen, she carried out her first assassination mission, targeting a tyrannical warlord. Her second target was a terrorist, and her third was a bomb-making madman...
Judging from her appearance alone, Megan Walsh does not meet the rules for accepting orders at all.
Why.
Lake sighed, it seemed that he would not be able to earn this million.
Rules cannot be broken.
Lake felt that he was in the neutral and chaotic camp. He was neither good and lawful nor evil and lawless, but simply neutral and chaotic. He only killed those targets who were guilty but could not be convicted by law.
The law is the bottom line of morality. Not breaking the law does not mean being innocent.
Obeying the law is just a standard of being a human being. A person who says he obeys the law every day can only mean that he is a scumbag, nothing else.
but...
Lake was thinking about what Lister said when he caught up with him and left the Continental Hotel yesterday.
Megan Walsh, number 83, is very popular with a bald man.
Lake understood.
What a godsend.
Lake still remembers that damn Black Egg tried to capture and plot against him. He didn't cause trouble for Black Egg simply because he was afraid of trouble.
at the moment?
Lake picked up another file on the desk, sneered, and picked up the phone: "Notify Group C, come with me."
Finished.
Lake hung up the phone.
What does an illegal immigrant who disguised his identity information to enter the federal government and pretended to be a student to enter the second highest school in New York want to do? He couldn't be planning a conspiracy against the federal government.
There's nothing wrong with catching a suspect like this and interrogating him.
soon.
At the entrance of the Homeland Security Building.
Lake got in the car directly: "Let's go to Central City High School."
The car starts.
After about three months, the New York State task force formed a total of six task forces through dispatch or recruitment, with each team consisting of twelve people, all of whom were law enforcement officers from all over the federal government.
The players and even the captain of Group C were recruited by Lake.
The team leader is Jack from the New York Special Forces.
The team members were also the ones who followed Jack before.
Lake promised to recruit them with a higher salary. After all, they were just New York Secret Service members in the New York Secret Service, but here, they are federal agents.
Higher salary, better title. For this reason, when Group C arrived, Jack specially treated Lake to a meal of the most delicious Texas barbecue beef as a thank you.
Lake's coroner Olivia was naturally also recruited by Lake.
Joe didn't.
Lake originally wanted Joe to come over, but unfortunately, Joe was unwilling. However, after Lake resigned, Joe was promoted and replaced Lake as the leader of the New York Police Department's Major Crimes Unit 3. As for the coroner who replaced Olivia, it was said that they dug one from New Jersey.
Lake didn't ask who it was.
An hour later.
Lake took Jack and others away from Central City High School.
Shit.
I forgot about the time when school is over.
Lake got in the car.
"Sir."
"explain."
"I've tracked Megan Walsh's cell phone signal and am sending the coordinates to the car's navigation."
"good."
Lake glanced at a small red dot on the navigation interface transmitted to the car and said to his assistant Tiffany, who was in the command center of the National Land Building, "Thank you."
The vehicle starts quickly.
Megan Walsh used a forged identity and a fake exchange student certificate to stay at the home of Liz Larson, who was at the same school, and the red dot's movement trajectory on the navigation system also seemed to be heading towards Liz Larson's home.
Liz Larson's home was eight blocks away on Thirty-seventh Street.
"there."
Lake looked at the school bus that had already left the 37th Street intersection and continued forward and said, "Turn around."
The car turns.
Suddenly.
Lake saw his target walking in the middle of the road with a schoolbag on his back.
but...
There was also a white van following closely behind.
Just as Lake was about to drive the vehicle up, the side door of the white van was opened, and a white man, with skillful movements and very adept techniques, rushed directly behind the target person and bewitched him.
Good job.
In broad daylight, in plain sight, why would they have to be so obvious and arrest people on the street, and in front of a senior federal special agent?
Are you crazy?
This is the Federation, not the streets of Western Europe.
Lake's face turned dark. Besides, you are a killer after all. I don't say that you can develop the sixth sense that a killer relies on, but can you be more vigilant?
Are you so obedient that you let others be bewitched you without even resisting?
It's a disgrace to the killer.
Lake's face darkened. He covered his earphones and informed the team in the special service car behind him, "Prepare for battle."
The words fell.
Lake took out a round police light, opened the passenger window, and stuck it directly on the roof of the car.
Wow wow wow wow.
In the white van in front, the white man who was moving the target into the car looked back, his eyes narrowed, and then he quickened his movements.
With a clang.
The white van's tires burned instantly, and before the white man's body could get inside, it started and sped away.
Have guts.
Lake directly picked up the intercom at the vehicle control station and called for help from the New York Police Department.
soon.
A voice suddenly rang out from a police car patrolling nearby: "All units, attention, white van, license plate number XXXXXXX, intercept, target is heading from 37th Street to 48th Street."
Lake also picked up the loudspeaker in the car: "Oncoming vehicles, pull over. This is the final warning. Pull over."
The white van did not slow down at all.
even...
Still accelerating.
After giving three warnings according to the procedure and seeing no effect, Lake shrugged helplessly.
Next second.
The Glock 17 appeared directly in Lake's hands.
The car window was rolled down.
Lake stuck his right hand, which was holding the gun, out of the window and pointed it at the van in front.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Four shots per second.
Every shot hits its target!
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