Lake frowned and looked at the locals who were talking.
Black suit.
Black sunglasses?
Man in black?
Lake was a little dazed, listening to the conversation between these people, it seemed, as if, they were describing the man in black.
The table of locals.
"Black suit, must be an agent of the authorities. Those guys love to look cool that way."
"Definitely not."
"How can you be so sure?"
"hey-hey."
Seeing his companions' interest, the local who broke the news chuckled and said, "Have you forgotten that my wife's brother's uncle's son works in our police station?"
Companions: "…"
The local whistleblower continued to whistleblower, saying that on the day after the explosion at Victor Manor in the suburbs, a group of men in black suits entered their local police station, and then their chief came out to explain and asked all police officers to obey the orders of the leading man in black suits.
besides.
"It's said that hundreds of bodies were found at the explosion site, but they were all bagged and transported directly to the small airport outside the city without any autopsies. They were loaded onto a plane and flown away."
"Haven't you noticed how many planes have flown there these days?"
"…"
The local who broke the news sounded very mysterious, but when others heard him say there were hundreds of bodies, they subconsciously thought he was bragging again.
Hundreds?
What is the total population of Budapest?
and...
If hundreds of people really died, how could their families not notice anything? Just think about it and you will know that this is impossible.
Therefore, the companion who was already a little impatient about this outdated topic simply waved his hand, simply and rudely interrupted the whistleblower's continued speech and issued an ultimatum, saying that if he continued to talk about this outdated topic, he would break off the relationship.
The whistleblower opened his mouth. He had spent a lot of money to learn this from the son of his wife's brother's uncle. He had originally wanted to share it with them, but it turned out like this?
I am telling the truth.
The informant's expression was somewhat bewildered. As the café door chimed with the sound of a customer pushing the door, the informant froze for a moment. He then barked at his companions and whispered stealthily to a man in a suit and a very sexy woman entering the room, "Look at the door! I've seen that man from a distance these past few days. He and that woman were at the explosion site at the suburban estate."
Several companions looked up.
Lake also became curious and looked up towards the door.
Next second.
Lake understood.
All right.
It's not just the Black Organization that likes to wear black clothes. There is also a workshop-style organization similar to the Black Organization but without even a name that also likes to wear black clothes.
Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Agency.
AKA!
S.H.I.E.L.D.
If it's SHIELD, then that makes sense.
SHIELD does not openly have the federal investigative power. Russia and the Eastern Countries only provide funding and have no intention of allowing SHIELD to enter their borders. Therefore, the only places where SHIELD can be active are Europe and Africa.
It's unclear what Alexander Corvinus has with SHIELD in London, so it makes sense for SHIELD to come here.
Coulson and Natasha entered the coffee shop, looked around, and instantly their eyes fell on Lake who was watching them not far away.
The two men approached.
A group of local police officers followed closely behind and shouted directly to the customers and the owner of the cafe: "Investigation, get out, get out!"
The police officers were aggressive.
After a while.
Everyone in the cafe, including the owner, was kicked out. Shortly thereafter, the local police officers also walked out of the cafe with expressionless faces.
Coulson smiled and extended his hand towards Lake: "Mr. Black King."
Lake glanced at the friendship hand offered by Coulson but didn't shake it. "What's up?"
Coulson didn't care. He changed the handshake into a grabbing motion and took out his ID from his pocket: "Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency, Senior Agent, Phil Coulson."
Lake's gaze passed Coulson and landed on Natasha, who was slightly hostile towards him. "Ma'am, have we met before?"
Natasha gave a date expressionlessly.
That date.
It was the day Lake killed his ex-girlfriend Maureen with his own hands.
Lake heard this and said, "I remember now. You seemed to be right next to my target at that time."
Natasha said in a deep voice: "So, you admit that you assassinated our agent?"
Lake smiled and said, "Where's the evidence? Is there any evidence?"
"You just said that."
"I'm sorry, I've always loved lying."
"I have a question."
"Please go ahead."
"Who paid you to do this?"
"Ha ha."
Lake laughed loudly twice, no longer looking at Natasha. He looked directly at Coulson, his lips curled up: "You came all the way from the Federation just to ask me about this?"
Coulson glanced at Natasha, made a gesture with his eyes, and then said to Lake, "Mr. Black King, we are here because of the explosion at Victor Manor in the suburbs a few days ago."
Lake tilted his head and said, "The suburban manor exploded. Sorry, I haven't been to that place. I'm afraid I can't help you."
Finished.
Lake stood up directly and sat opposite him. The little girl who had been watching and did not choose to interrupt also stood up.
The police officer guarding the door stopped Lake and then looked at Coulson.
Coulson nodded.
The police officer let him go.
Lake turned his head to look at Coulson, without any movement, he took his little cotton jacket and left the cafe.
Inside the cafe.
Natasha frowned, turned around, and looked at Lake and Catherine who were leaving outside: "Just let him go like that?"
Coulson sighed, "Natasha, if the information is true, we can't stop it even if we want to, but at least we have confirmed one thing."
"What?"
"This Black King is indeed here."
"…"
On the train to the castle.
Lake supported his chin with one hand, his eyes thoughtful.
It is no secret that the Black King came here, but he has never been to Victor Manor. Even if S.H.I.E.L.D. knew that he was here, there was no reason to be so sure that the explosion in Victor Manor was related to him.
Besides.
Victor Manor exploded directly, destroying 99% of everything inside, including books and vampire secrets.
The Security Council already knew about the existence of vampires and werewolves, and tacitly allowed these two extraordinary races to live on earth. As long as these two races kept their secrecy a secret, even if books or something were taken away, the Security Council would have no choice but to help them hide.
after all...
Compared to vampires and werewolves, in fact, the Security Council is the most afraid of vampires and werewolves being exposed. The mere fact that they are immortal, even if they can only survive by hiding from the sun, is enough to drive many people crazy.
After all, even in the human world, there are many night owls.
But that's not the point.
Little Cotton Jacket Catherine sat opposite, looking at the pensive Lake, and asked curiously, "Daddy, who were those two people just now?"
Lake came back to his senses and smiled: "Bad guy."
Katherine blinked.
Lake said to his little girl, "If you see them in the future, or those with the same temperament as them, ignore them. If they pester you, just kill them. Do you understand?"
Catherine nodded seriously: "Remember, Daddy."
Lake smiled.
Compared to S.H.I.E.L.D., Riker still prefers dealing with Hydra. At least, Hydra respects him very much. So far, if Hydra's respect is converted into money, it would be exactly 102 million.
have a look.
This is what is called respect, respect that can be seen with the naked eye.
What about S.H.I.E.L.D.?
Oh.
He was corrupt and then worked with others, such as those non-staff agents, to do kidnapping with the same dreams and morals.
Ugh.
Return to the castle.
Catherine pulled out a bunch of shopping bags from her four-dimensional pocket, blinked her eyes, and with a hint of excitement, walked towards the basement to show off in front of her stupid brother.
Lake grabbed Emilia's satellite phone.
Call Lister's satellite phone directly.
soon.
The call is connected.
Lake got straight to the point: "Just now, Coulson and Natasha found me. What happened?"
Lister on the other end of the phone was obviously stunned. He thought Lake was here to accuse him, and hurriedly said: "Mr. Black King, I swear to God, we absolutely did not betray you."
Lake laughed, realizing there was something wrong with his words, and said, "I know it wasn't you. I wanted to ask if you had received any news."
Liszt said, "Can you give me some time, Mr. Black King?"
Lake said yes, agreed to call back in two hours, and then hung up the phone.
Emilia walked out of the study.
"What's wrong?"
"A rather troublesome institution has just entered the game."
Emilia was slightly stunned, then looked at Lake with amusement and disbelief: "Is there any organization that is more troublesome for you?"
Lake shrugged. "Being a dog depends on its owner, especially when that dog has five owners behind it."
Five people raise one dog.
wrong.
There should be two cloud-raising, two joint-raising, and one home-raising.
The East and Russia provide the money and support the people.
France and England paid for it, and part of the dog remained in their house.
USA...
The United States is the actual owner of S.H.I.E.L.D. After all, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s headquarters, similar to the body of a dog, is located within the Federation. Naturally, it is considered a domestic dog of the Federation.
Emilia thought for a moment and looked at Lake: "That Strategic National Defense...what bureau?"
Lake raised an eyebrow and looked at Emilia. He wanted to ask how she knew that, but when the words came to his lips, he changed his words and said, "Have you dealt with them?"
…
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