Bang!
Lake entered the small conference room with two Secret Service agents.
Catch the eye.
The Secret Service director fell to the floor with a pistol beside him.
Mr. President's personal agent, Forbes, stood there holding a gun. He looked at Lake and others who came in and said, "He just tried to resist."
Lake's eyes fell on the Secret Service Director who lay dead with his eyes open on the floor.
immediately.
Lake looked up at the personal agent Forbes, looked at him thoughtfully for a while, smiled, and walked outside.
I don't care who you are.
The same thing.
Lake has always been a person who targets people rather than things. The director of the Secret Service was targeting him, but the personal agent Forbes was not, so Lake was too lazy to ask if there was any story behind it.
Both of his tasks were accomplished.
Anything else?
Naturally, there were other people who came to help clean up.
The gunshots on the lawn outside the palace gradually subsided, and it seemed that the farce of an attempted invasion had come to an end.
"Don't move!"
"Don't move!"
"Hahaha."
Kang, who was directly surrounded by several National Guard soldiers, looked at his current appearance and laughed loudly twice. He did not care about the wound on his abdomen at all. Under the gaze of these National Guard soldiers, he raised his pistol directly.
Next second.
Boom boom boom!
Bang bang bang!
Kang's body began to shake violently, and blood mist continued to spurt out along with the bullet that entered his body.
The gunfire stopped.
Kang uttered an incomprehensible sound from his throat, and lowered his head with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
Since then.
Nearly fifty terrorists on the lawn were all wiped out. After nearly five minutes of fierce attack, these fifty people were forced to stop on the lawn of the white building. The only terrorist closest to them was still a hundred meters away from the gate of the white palace.
The reporters outside were taking pictures frantically.
A designated survivor who was heading somewhere received a message from the Pentagon before he even reached the safe house, and the designated survivor order was frozen again.
The designated survivor breathed a sigh of relief, yet also felt a little regretful.
An hour later.
The security alert at the White Palace was lifted, and the president, Secretary Kelly, the secretary of state, and the vice president in the bunker walked out of the bunker and returned to the Oval Office.
"Bring me the latest information."
"Yes, sir."
The Secretary of State said goodbye and left in a hurry. With such a big incident happening, someone in the White Palace must tell the people as soon as possible that the White Palace had not fallen.
In the small conference room, the body of the Secret Service director was still on the floor.
The president covered his forehead, said "God," and said in disbelief, "It really is him."
It's unbelievable.
The director of the Secret Service, who had unparalleled access to the President, actually betrayed him.
this...
It's unbelievable.
Why?
They are investigating. Just now during the battle, the Secret Service discovered that the password to their heavy weapons depot had been modified manually, and the person who modified it was the now deceased director of the Secret Service.
Secretary Kelly proposed to the President that the Department of Homeland Security's internal oversight group be involved in a full investigation of the Secret Service.
The President agreed.
soon.
People from the Pentagon rushed to the White Palace.
Lake said goodbye and left first.
His mission was completed. Besides, he had no say in what these big guys discussed. Was he just going to stay here as a background figure?
Feel sorry.
Lake thought he might as well go out and have a cup of coffee.
Someone invited me.
A sidewalk cafe three blocks away on Pennsylvania Avenue.
As Lake walked along, the National Guard, federal agents, and the Washington Police Department had already been fully deployed on the streets of Washington and began to gradually unblock the roads.
However, the level one alert in Washington has not been lifted.
"Hello!"
Lake hugged Rachel, the female reporter who was drinking coffee with him, sat down, and said with a smile, "While you're drinking coffee, the headlines will be snatched away by the Washington Daily."
Rachel said: "The headlines that everyone knows are not called headlines."
Lake smiled and nodded, handed the menu to the waiter, and ordered a glass of bourbon.
The waiter was visibly stunned, then turned and left.
soon.
A bottle of bourbon was brought up, along with a glass with three iron ice cubes in it.
"Drinking so early?"
"Is it early?"
Lake looked up at the sun that was about to move to the center of his head and said, "It's almost noon."
"Aren't you going to work this afternoon?"
"Have a holiday."
"My assistant and I witnessed the entire process. It was so impressive."
"Yeah?"
Lake smiled, crossed his right foot, and took a sip of bourbon.
Rachel took out her cell phone, pulled out a photo, and handed it to Lake.
Lake reached out to take it, his peripheral vision catching the finger of Rachel holding out the phone.
Rachel held the phone in her left hand and handed it over.
There is a circle of marks on the ring finger of my left hand. There used to be something there, but at this moment, it is gone.
Lake took the phone calmly and looked at it. He looked very handsome standing at the door of the white palace with guns in both hands.
"It's quite impressive, isn't it?"
"I've always been awesome."
Lake retracted his gaze, handed the phone back to Rachel, and smiled, "Have you thought of a title?"
Rachel smiled and said, "Not yet. I don't have any information, so how would I know the title?"
Lake nodded, sipping his bourbon, and said calmly, "The director of the Secret Service is dead."
Rachel was stunned: "What?"
Lake drank the bourbon in his glass, stood up, smiled at Rachel, and left.
A blue car stopped right in front of the cafe.
Lexar opened the car door and got in.
Rachel came back to her senses, turned around and looked at the departing car, her eyes thoughtful.
The Secret Service Director is dead?
Ounishet!
Rachel's eyes narrowed, she took out a hundred dollars from her wallet and threw it on the table, then stood up and ran towards her car parked on the side of the road.
Big news.
Absolutely big news.
I, Rachel Toledo, will be covering the front page of Washington's First Report tomorrow.
Yes.
Not Rachel Armstrong, but Rachel Toledo.
Three months ago.
Rachel and her husband Ray divorced because he cheated on her. Can you believe this? Even the people in The Sun couldn't believe it. After all, Rachel's beauty was no less than those Hollywood actresses.
If an ordinary person had the chance to be with Rachel, he would cheat on her and would want to lick Rachel's feet.
As a result, this rubbish Lei said that he cheated on his wife because he was angry about the rumors outside.
Scumbag.
snort!
The Sun directly sent its strongest legal lawyer to help Rachel with the divorce lawsuit. In this lawsuit, Rachel got everything, including the ownership of Ray's company.
As for that scumbag Lei?
hehe.
No matter which company Lei went to, the business reporters under the Sun Yat-sen University would directly dig up news about that company, all kinds of gossip, and it was said that the news was flying all over the place.
A month ago, Lei left Washington. I heard that he went back to his hometown.
Very lonely.
A cheating man does not deserve sympathy, and the price of cheating is very heavy. Not only did Ray lose everything, but he also had to pay alimony to Rachel every month and alimony to Josie, their adopted daughter, who also has custody, which adds up to about two thousand US dollars.
It is estimated that it won't be long before Lei will be completely bankrupt.
However, Lei plans to appeal.
The reason was very simple. Lei felt that since Qiao Xi was adopted, he should not have to pay child support. However, this information was not reported. After all, since it involved a minor, no media dared to report it.
In the blue car.
Sefer, who was sitting in the back seat, looked away from Rachel, who was rushing to her car, and said with a smile to Lake, who was sitting next to her, "She's the reporter who wrote the report about you, right?"
Lake nodded: "Why, do you know him?"
Sefer said, "Of course, you are my love. After not seeing you for so many years, I must get to know you better."
Lake looked at Sever with a deep gaze: "But I don't understand you."
"That's normal. Men are usually careless. We women are not as careful as we are."
"That makes sense."
Lake nodded in agreement.
This reason is impeccable.
Men are very nervous and find it difficult to understand things that are not their own. After all, in this world that severely oppresses men, men have already used up all their energy just to survive.
only...
Lake's expression was indifferent: "So, what do you want to do, Sever?"
Sefer said, "Lake, do you remember the two-point selection theory you mentioned?"
Lake raised his eyebrows and sighed, "You know, if you tell others that you can clearly remember every word someone said to you when you were three or four years old, then you will be considered a psychopath, not a genius."
Sefer smiled and said, "Because you are very important to me. Besides, I only care about my status in your eyes. I don't care about others."
Lake sighed.
Two-point choice theory.
First, everyone makes choices about their own behavior.
Second, people can only provide information that others can choose from.
Simply put, a person can only control himself, and then control others by letting others make choices through the information you convey.
Without a doubt.
This is another story about childhood nonsense.
This is not the Serbian king I want!
Lake couldn't help but shook his head.
Sefer had already pressed close to Lake, his soft lips close to Lake's earlobe, breathing sweetly: "So, Lake, what is my identity in your eyes? Tell me."
Lake looked at Sefer calmly: "You are my woman."
MMP.
Using my theory to stop me.
Can.
Lake took out a USB drive from his pocket and handed it over: "Don't make things worse. You can't deal with Langley alone."
Seve took the USB drive, gave it a passionate kiss, and then said, "I have you, right?"
Lake shrugged.
Sefer kicked the driver's seat with his right foot, and the driver got out and left. Then the car began to vibrate on the spot.
An hour later.
A private plane took off from Washington D.C. Airport.
Lake stood on the ground, watching the private plane depart, shook his head, withdrew his gaze, put his hands in his pockets, and walked out of the airport with somewhat unnatural steps.
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