This sound...
Lake listened to the voice coming from the phone and frowned slightly.
After a while.
Lake pushed open the door from inside the house and walked into the backyard.
"Which one?"
"You asked me my current name or my old name."
"random."
"Sever!"
"…"
Having just flown in and checked into a Washington hotel, Seve, wearing something resembling a red evening gown and with his blond hair tied up, drew aside the curtains, gazed at Washington under the night sky. Hearing the sound of breathing on the other end of the line, his bright red lips curled up slowly: "You forgot me."
Lake came back to his senses: "No, it just feels a bit magical."
"Oh, Magic, I remember that you never believed in God."
"It's still the same now."
Lake stood in the backyard. After coming to his senses, he smiled softly and said, "However, I was just talking about you with my adopted daughter. I had just finished talking about you when you called me. Tell me, this is magical or not."
Sefer smiled and said, "This shows that we are in tune with each other, doesn't it? You were thinking about me just now, and I was thinking about you just now."
Lake chuckled softly, "Thank you."
Just this corny talk?
You're kidding me.
I abandoned this sentence when I was fifteen. It's outdated and what a liar.
Next second.
Lake hung up the phone directly.
Turn off the computer.
Done in one go.
The Sefer in his memory would never speak in such a tone. If Lake was ice in the rescue center at that time, then Sefer was the iceberg.
This gentle and seductive tone was definitely not the Sever he remembered.
Since it is not.
Lake would rather think that this is a big liar. After all, it is rare for a little boy to have a pure land in his heart, and Lake doesn't want his last piece of pure land to be polluted.
Lake hasn't turned on his phone these past few days.
If there was an emergency at the Department of Homeland Security, or if there was a fire at the Star Tower, David Bass and Cassell both had the phone number for their home in Washington.
and.
Lake came back for Christmas.
Celebrating the festival is the main thing.
A woman he hadn't seen for more than 20 years suddenly called him?
hehe.
Sorry, Lake has never been the type to kneel before a woman.
If someone shows you kindness without any reason, he is either a traitor or a thief!
so...
After hanging up the phone, Lake put the matter behind him.
soon.
Time flies.
2002 passed and 2003 came.
This day.
early morning.
Betty yawned weakly.
Skye, who was having breakfast, looked at Betty and asked curiously, "What's wrong with you?"
Betty has a very active personality, so during this Christmas holiday, her relationship with Skye is on a parabolic upward trend.
Betty opened her mouth.
Lake, who was drinking coffee and reading a newspaper, said without looking up, "Because she has to go to work today, that's why she is so depressed."
When the alarm clock in Betty's room went off today, six alarm clocks went off at the same time.
result...
Lake was woken up directly by the first alarm clock, while Betty was woken up by Karen.
Betty's words got stuck in her throat.
Skye was a little puzzled: "Why does going to work have anything to do with mental state?"
Lake looked up at Skye, thought for a moment, and said, "It's just like going to school. When you're on vacation, you always wake up early, but when you go to school, you always feel like you haven't gotten enough sleep."
Skye blinked, "I've never felt that way."
Lake and Betty looked at each other.
Karen next to him smiled, looked at Skye and said, "So, this is the difference between a genius and an ordinary person."
Lake and Betty formed a direct alliance this time, looking at Karen helplessly and speechlessly.
Skye thought about Karen's words and seemed to understand.
Yes.
Today is the day Betty ends her holiday.
but...
Lake and Skye still have one week left of their vacation, and this time Lake takes Skye back to Washington, the main reason is not just to rest, but just like the last time they brought up the topic of love.
It's time for Skye to learn about this.
Lake felt that if he told Skye, his image would undoubtedly plummet. Moreover, a grown man talking about that kind of knowledge with a little girl would look vulgar and awkward no matter how you looked at it.
So Lake thought of taking advantage of the holiday to ask Karen to help explain the knowledge points in that area to Skye, preferably in the same way as Karen educated him and Betty at that time.
It's the same scene as the one about educating about over-the-counter anesthetics.
Lake and Betty were taken to the psychologist again. It was the same thing again. One needed to be checked to see if there were any psychological problems, and the other needed psychological counseling.
After breakfast.
Lake drove to the Department of Homeland Security.
At the beginning of the new year, it is reasonable to visit your boss to wish him a happy new year. After all, you are on paid leave and are in Washington. It would be inappropriate not to wish your boss a happy new year.
What if Minister Kelly loses his mind one day and stops protecting Lake?
This is workplace wisdom.
"Bang, bang!"
"Come in."
Lake pushed the door open and walked in with a smile on his face: "Good morning, Minister, and Happy New Year."
Minister Kelly looked up at Lake as he entered the room and said, "I don't have any wine here."
"I am that..."
Lake laughed heartily, looking at the empty wine cabinet and blinking, "Where's the wine? Where's that bottle of ten-year-old bourbon?"
"I drank it."
"drink..."
Lake came back to his senses and looked at Minister Kelly, who was sitting on the sofa with a smile on his face. "Minister, I came here specifically to give my blessings, not to covet that bottle of wine, even though you said before that the bottle of wine would be left for me."
Minister Kelly's face darkened. "That's my farewell drink. What? Are you looking forward to my retirement so you can take my place?"
Lake waved his hand. "Forget it. I still feel more comfortable in New York. Forget about the D.C. The air in New York is fresher and sweeter than here."
Minister Kelly: "…"
Are you kidding me?
Living in Washington?
Lake has lived here before, but he didn't feel very good about it. Besides, Karen is also in Washington. Living here always makes him feel that he will be closely monitored by Karen. It is not as good as New York. New York is free and easy. Besides, Lake's base is also in New York.
Just look at Nick Fury.
In New York, Lake made Nick Fury so scared that he didn't even dare to drive himself.
"That's right."
Lake peeled an orange from the fruit bowl on the coffee table and looked at Minister Kelly with some curiosity: "The President of Ghost Island came to meet with the President of the Federation. Why didn't you go to Pennsylvania Avenue for the meeting?"
Secretary Kelly continued to look at the documents in his hand. "That's the business of the Secret Service, National Defense, and Langley. It has nothing to do with us."
This is the report Lake saw while drinking coffee this morning.
The president of Ghost Island will come to meet with the current federal president tomorrow. At first, Lake thought that Minister Kelly would go to the White House to attend the security meeting for this meeting, so he made a special call when he came.
result...
The security of that building on Pennsylvania Avenue doesn't fall under the purview of the Department of Homeland Security?
Is this a blatant disregard for the Department of Homeland Security?
But this is not Lake's business.
Lake sat in Minister Kelly's office for a while, chatted with him, and then said goodbye.
Even the wine was put away.
He is a henpecked husband.
Lake sighed inwardly. Whenever he looked forward to marriage, he would always see things that made him give up the idea of getting married.
Outside the Homeland Security Building.
Lake opened the car door and got in.
Next second.
Lake swung his right hand and pointed the Glock directly at the figure in the back seat: "You're quite courageous. You dare to get into anyone's car."
Said.
Lake turned around and looked expressionlessly at the woman sitting in the back seat with her arms folded and wearing sunglasses.
The woman smiled gently.
Bow your head.
Take off your sunglasses.
Today, she changed into a pure white business suit, tied up her blonde hair, took off her sunglasses, and revealed her beautiful face. Sefer smiled at Lake and said, "Hello, Lake."
The image of the woman in Lake's memory instantly overlapped with the woman in front of him: "Sever."
Sever stared at the Glock in Lake's hand. "Is this how you entertain an old friend?"
Lake put away his pistol, started the car, and left the door of the Homeland Security Building.
"I called you."
"I thought it was a scam."
"Why do you say that?"
Lake stared at Seve in the back seat through the rearview mirror. "Because the words were too tempting, it wasn't you."
Sefer nodded. "If you want to survive as a person living outside, you will eventually have to change yourself, even if you don't want to. The price of not changing is death."
Lake did not respond to this.
"Where are you going? I'll take you there."
"Mountain Spring Hotel."
"good."
Half an hour later.
Mountain Spring Hotel.
Fifth floor.
Sefer opened the door with the room card and invited Lake: "Come in and sit down."
Lake stood at the door and walked in. Looking at the layout of the presidential suite of the Shanquan Hotel in front of him, he said, "It's more upscale than the presidential suite of the Garden Hotel."
As he walked towards the wine cabinet, Sefer said, "You should see the bathroom. It's more interesting."
"Yeah?"
"Really, you can go and see, bourbon or whiskey."
"Bourbon."
As Lake said this, he automatically blocked the invitation to go to the bathroom to watch. Who knows if he would be pushed against the wall after going to the bathroom.
If the previous Sefer gave Lake the feeling of a huge iceberg.
So what about Seve right now?
A dangerous iceberg.
Lake took the wine glass handed to him by Sefer and looked at him curiously: "Where have you been? I've been looking for you. I think you should know this."
Sefer let out a small smile. "I know. I watched from a distance when you and your foster mother came to the rescue center."
Lake raised an eyebrow.
Just then.
Ding Dong!
Sefer put down his glass, made an apologetic gesture to Lake, then walked over and opened the door.
"Room service."
Following the words came a small old man in his sixties wearing a top hat and two adult white men in unidentified uniforms.
Lake narrowed his eyes.
…