On the way back to Arlington County from Washington, there were also National Guard troops.
This is especially true in Arlington County.
When Lake crossed the Arlington County Bridge, he had to show his ID before he was allowed to cross the bridge.
The White House ordered that all traffic out of Washington be blocked in order to prevent any escapees. Fortunately, this time the main target was people of Asian appearance and skin color.
The Japanese embassy was also blocked.
It's because the terrorists came out of your Japanese car.
but...
Lake returned home and heard a piece of news from Karen.
"What?"
Lake frowned and looked at Karen: "The president of Japan is not in the car. He and the people from the embassy were knocked unconscious and locked in the basement of the embassy?"
Karen was also curious: "You don't know? I saw you when I was watching the live broadcast on TV."
Lake shrugged and said, "I was inside the White Palace. I didn't go out to face those terrorists head-on."
Bullets have no eyes.
and...
In that situation, there was no need for Lake to turn the tide. As long as he could hold on for five minutes, the National Guard would come in and reap the rewards. Not every situation allows you to play hero.
Lake doesn't need to pretend. He has the Purple Heart, so he is a hero and deserves it. He doesn't need anything else to prove himself.
The same thing.
Anyone could commit treason, except Lake.
only.
The president of an island nation was discovered by Navy SEALs in the basement of his own embassy or consulate?
Wow.
This is big news.
Washington is very angry this time, otherwise it would not have sent Navy SEALs to airdrop into the Japanese embassy and consulate and violently break in.
Although Japan is a vassal state of the Federation, its embassy was violently broken into and its president was found tied up in the basement. Wow, Japan has completely lost face.
Karen asked curiously, "What's going on?"
Lake took a glass of bourbon from the wine cabinet, shrugged, and briefly told Karen about the tip he received, the defection of the Secret Service Director, and the five-minute fierce battle in the White Palace.
Karen frowned. "Secret Service Director, there's no reason why he would do this."
Lake laughed: "Who knows."
What reason is needed for treason?
Maybe...
It was because Kang gave too much and Washington gave too little, so he betrayed.
The Federation is the United States, a country of immigrants, not a country that is united by blood. For the Federation, everyone will betray, the only question is whether there are enough chips.
Lake finished the bourbon in his glass, yawned, and walked upstairs: "I'm going upstairs to rest for a while. I've been busy all night and I'm very tired."
I didn't sleep all night, and then did another exercise in the car.
Due to excessive physical exertion, that time in the car, Lake even felt that he was about to break his bottom line and explode prematurely. Fortunately, he suppressed it with a strong will.
so...
After Lake went upstairs, he turned off his cell phone, lay down on the bed and went to sleep.
He has already saved the world, and the remaining finishing work will naturally be done by others.
Lake slept particularly soundly this time.
even...
I also dreamed of a beautiful woman.
The long red hair, the dashing red leather jacket, the mysterious crimson power, the beautiful woman who was walking slowly towards him with a smile on her face.
The beauty smiled, waving her hands with a touch of mysterious crimson power.
Wanda?
Next second.
Lake opened his eyes instantly.
"ah!"
"Ouch!"
Lake turned his head and looked at Skye who fell to the ground: "What are you doing?"
Skye rubbed her little butt and said, "I heard you talking in your sleep, so I came in to listen."
"daydream?"
Lake stood up and raised an eyebrow, "Skye, remember what we agreed on? I respect your privacy, and you need to respect mine."
Skye got up from the floor. "It's five o'clock. Karen asked me to come up and wake you up. Also, your door is not closed. This means that when you leave it open, you give up your right to privacy."
Lake looked at the open door: "Is it open?"
I remember I turned it off.
Skye nodded, then looked at Lake curiously and blinked: "Who was that person you just talked about in your dream?"
Lake looked at Skye: "Who did I say?"
Skye thought for a moment, shook his head, and said, "I can't hear it clearly. It seems to be something like Da, Peter, no, Jie Da, or Lin Da? No, no..."
Lake looked at Skye who was racking her brains and frowned, "Wanda?"
Skye's eyes lit up, and he nodded and looked at Lake: "Yes, yes, it's Wanda. Who is this Wanda?"
Lake said, "No one."
Good job.
Why did I dream about Wanda for no apparent reason?
No matter how much I think about it, I would never dream of this super female Tyrannosaurus who can defeat Thanos when angry.
Lake doesn't have much idea about Wanda.
The same thing.
Lake loves mature women and appreciates lolita.
How old he is, how old Wanda is.
This is at least a ten-year age difference.
What Lake despised most on the Origin Earth were those people who were taking advantage of young girls. Naturally, he would not allow himself to become the person he hated the most.
I, Lake Edwin, will never change from a dragon slayer to a dragon!
No real fragrance!
There are so many mature women in their thirties, all in their prime. If they don't want the blooming flowers, Lake would be crazy to attack the buds.
And that was Wanda?
If this is not controlled carefully, the outcome will probably be worse than Thanos'.
Skye obviously didn't believe what Lake said.
But Lake didn't give Skye a chance to react.
get up.
Walk directly to the bathroom in the room.
Seeing this, Skye could only turn around and leave the room.
Half an hour later.
Lake walked down from the second floor refreshed. After hanging up the phone, he said to Karen and Skye, "I'm going to the city."
Karen frowned and said, "White Palace?"
Lake shook his head: "No, I don't have anything to do there. A reporter called to invite me to dinner."
Karen looked at Lake and seemed to have thought of something: "Is that the female reporter from The Sun?"
Lake nodded: "How did you know?"
Karen laughed and said, "How could I not know? Her divorce lawsuit was also on the news."
Karen looked at Lake and said, "You are not involved in this."
Lake looked at Karen speechlessly: "With your education, would I do such a despicable and tasteless thing?"
Karen nodded: "Yeah, you're not coming back tonight?"
Lake opened his mouth and looked at Karen speechlessly: "I just went out for a meal, that's all."
As a stud?
He came more than ten times yesterday, was busy all morning today, and then came again in the car in the afternoon. I finally had a break, and he came again?
Even if you replenish fluids, it won't be so fast.
Skye looked at Karen curiously: "What female reporter?"
Lake's face turned black: "Eat your meal well, kid."
Skye: "…"
An hour later.
A restaurant in downtown Washington.
Lake hugged Rachel who stood up, gave her a kiss on the cheek, and then sat down.
It's amazing.
Lake remembered that they always shook hands before.
After sitting down, Rachel recommended to Lake, "The Wellington steak here is very good."
Lake said, "Really? Then I must try it."
You're not to mention.
Lake was really hungry.
Rachel smiled, snapped her fingers, and called the waiter who was waiting not far away.
soon.
A bottle of red wine was brought up by the waiter.
"cheers."
"for what?"
"National security."
"This is good."
Lake and Rachel clinked their glasses and drank the red wine in their glasses.
Rachel took out her tablet and handed it to Lake: "This is the manuscript I finished this afternoon. Can you help me check it?"
Lake looked at Rachel, who was smiling, and then stopped.
Catch the eye.
Unlike the news published in today's evening paper that focused on the Japanese embassy and consulate, Rachel's article focused on the Secret Service, pointing the finger directly at the fact that there was something fishy going on with the Secret Service.
Her writing is powerful and her words are sharp, making her worthy of being the most beautiful and famous reporter in Washington.
After reading it, Lake handed it to Rachel: "Not bad."
Rachel felt at ease.
Just as she guessed, something fishy happened in the Secret Service.
Ever since Rachel learned the word "Secret Service" from Lake at noon, it was easy for her to think of this. After all, the Secret Service was responsible for the security assessment of any activities related to the White Palace.
With such a big thing happening right now, and the replacement of the homeland agents and federal agents after the Japanese car was about to arrive, Rachel was even more certain of this.
Rachel put away her tablet and stopped talking about the report. Instead, she found other topics to talk to Lake about.
How to say it.
The two people at the table were having a great conversation.
After dinner.
At the restaurant entrance.
Rachel said to Lake, "I'm not driving, do you mind giving me a ride?"
Lake looked at the doorman who drove his car to the door and smiled: "Of course I don't mind."
Rachel's previous house was in the suburbs.
but...
Rachel moved to a new home in an apartment building three blocks away.
It takes about fifteen minutes to get there.
Rachel opened the car door, stopped, and invited Lake, "Are you free? Come up and have a cup of coffee to sober you up."
Said.
Rachel got out of the car, then turned around and looked at Lake in the car with a smile on her face.
Lake thought about it.
That's right.
Driving under the influence of alcohol is risky, and it would be fun if you were caught by a patrol officer.
so.
The sixteenth floor of the apartment building.
Lake followed Rachel into the apartment. What he saw was a warm feeling and a very homely layout. At first glance, it was obvious that Rachel had put a lot of thought into the layout.
"My daughter went to a friend's house."
Rachel turned her head and walked towards the bedroom, as if to find coffee, and said, "Please sit down first."
Lake nodded and said okay.
After a while.
Rachel walked out of the bedroom.
Lake looked.
The pink shawl fell down slowly and casually.
Not wearing a single piece of clothing!
…