interesting.
After Lake put down the phone, he laughed.
Jin Bing called to make friends and at the same time to express his network of relationships. In his network, one of his friends happened to be Lake's friend.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
A friend of a friend is, without a doubt, even more of a friend.
Lake said to Rachel beside him: "I'm going out for a while."
Rachel nodded: "Okay."
Lake went out and called the California Department of Homeland Security directly, asking his friends there to dispatch a task force from the Los Angeles office to cooperate with his operation.
soon.
When Lake drove to the edge of the racing car, an armored vehicle was already waiting at the intersection.
Lake got out of the car and shook hands with Adam, the operations team leader from the Los Angeles office. He then said briefly, "Come in. If you resist, you will be shot. If there's any problem, I'll handle it."
Adam nodded: "Okay."
Anyway, they received orders to cooperate with Lake, and with Lake's words, they were more mentally prepared.
Lake put on the headset: "Speak!"
Assistant Tiffany, who was using satellite real-time monitoring at the New York Land Office Building, gestured to the Land Office agent to zoom in. After taking a look, she replied, "Sir, the satellite image shows a sky-blue Porsche Cayenne parked in the backyard, and several people are operating near it."
Lake hummed, opened the car door, and said to Adam and others: "Action."
Adam and others also quickly got on the bus.
Yes.
Sky blue.
It was obvious that someone had taken the time to paint his car when it came over.
This news was sent by Kingpin. If it is true, Lake doesn't mind making friends with him. If it is false, Lake can guarantee that he will lead his troops to flatten Hell's Kitchen.
Buzz!
The armored vehicle was the first to stop at the door of Edge Racing.
With a bang.
The armored vehicle opened, and Adam led his team members and rushed out of the armored vehicle.
"Dog, dog!"
"boom!"
"DHS!"
"Get down!"
"Get down!"
Adam led the team and rushed directly into the Edge Racing shop. He roared and signaled several staff members in the shop to raise their hands. At the same time, he led the team to advance quickly towards the backyard.
Just then.
The store manager, with his hands raised high, found the right moment and ran to the left with a whoosh, ready to escape from this place.
"Bang!"
"ah!"
Lake walked in from outside with an expressionless face and glanced at the store manager who was shot in the knee: "Where do you want to go?"
At the same time.
There was a gunfight in the backyard.
But the firefight was quick and ended quickly.
By the time Lake reached the backyard, there were five bodies lying on the ground, and a young man who was being held at gunpoint with an FBI badge in his hand.
"Um?"
Lake frowned at his acquaintance, Brian O'Connor, who was kneeling on the ground with the federal badge raised in both hands. "FBI, what are you doing here?"
Said.
Lake didn't want Brian to speak, his eyes fell on the sky blue Porsche Cayenne in his sight.
Open the cockpit.
Lake bent down, glanced under the console, found his mark, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Old buddy, I finally found you.
If this car cannot be found, it will undoubtedly become a stain on Lake's life. Again, the car of a senior executive of the Department of Homeland Security was stolen, and in the end it cannot be found?
If this gets out, my reputation will be ruined.
only...
Who the hell allowed me to paint my car?
While Lake breathed a sigh of relief, he felt a surge of anger in his heart as he watched the car in front of him change from pure white to sky blue.
Just then.
Wow wow wow!
Alarms rang loudly outside.
Without turning around, Lake said, "Adam."
Adam nodded, called two team members, turned and walked outside to contact the local police.
Lake stroked his lost and recovered car, feeling relieved.
After a while.
Adam brought the local sheriff and...federal agent Billy Kings, who had visited him last night.
When Billy Kings walked in, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw undercover agent Brian O'Connor was still alive. He immediately said to Lake, who had his back to him, "Edwin..."
Without even turning his head, Lake stroked his car and said, "This car was stolen from me in New York a dozen days ago."
"...What?"
Billy Kingston was stunned for a moment, and the words of accusation he wanted to say were immediately swallowed back into his stomach. He felt like he couldn't say anything.
But Lake had no intention of letting him go.
Lake turned around, glanced at Brian O'Connor, who was holding a badge, and then said to Billy Kings expressionlessly, "Agent Kings, can you explain to me why there's an FBI agent sitting next to my car? Tell me, I'm curious."
Damn.
Collusion between internal and external parties?
Lake had done this kind of thing when he was in the New York Police Department, although rarely, but he had done it. At this moment, Lake had already imagined what kind of PY transaction was going on between the FBI here and this car dealership.
No wonder.
No wonder every law enforcement officer in Los Angeles drives a sports car. Look at the law enforcement officers in New York, it is rare to see them driving a brand new sedan.
So here lies the problem.
Good job.
No wonder Los Angeles is known as a transit point for illegal taxis. This place is so fucking rotten.
Billy Kings listened to Lake's words and quickly said, "Agent Brian O'Connor is here on an undercover mission."
Lake said "Oh" and looked at Brian: "I've seen you before, is that right?"
Brian nodded quickly.
Lake chuckled and called the head of the FBI in California in front of Billy Kings.
The call is connected.
"Good afternoon, old friend."
"Good afternoon, Lake. How are things? I'll be staying in Los Angeles for a few more days. I'll be back in about two weeks."
"Then I guess we won't be able to meet again."
"That's a shame."
Lake smiled and after a few pleasantries, he found his car. However, next to his car, there was a federal agent who was said to be an undercover agent. "I'll take him back first. It's none of his business, so I'll let him go. But if I find out, I won't show any mercy. Old friend, I will definitely get to the bottom of this matter."
Who stole it.
Who dyed it.
Who received the goods?
Planning to sell there.
Who should I give the money to?
This is a fucking industrial chain, Lake will not be merciful. As I said, this is not just about one car.
The California director on the other side laughed and agreed: "Okay, I have no objection."
Lake said thank you.
Hang up the phone.
Lake glanced at Billy Kings expressionlessly. Since the conversation just now was played directly outside, Lake looked directly at Adam: "Take the people here away and detain them separately. I will personally interrogate them."
Adam nodded.
Billy said quickly: "Please wait a moment."
Lake looked at Billy Kings expressionlessly.
Billy frowned and glanced at Brian, then said to Lake, "Director Edwin, Brian is conducting an undercover operation."
Lake frowned. "Undercover, I've already gone all the way to Huanglong and proved that my car is here. What? His undercover operation hasn't ended yet?"
Billy wiped his sweat: "Not here..."
Lake said "oh", then his eyes turned cold: "So, the FBI office in Los Angeles knows where this place is, right? If I don't track it down myself, my car will have been bought by someone tomorrow?"
Billy's forehead was sweating.
Lake snorted coldly, "I'm going to get to the bottom of this. My car crossed the state line from New York to Los Angeles. I've issued countless notices. I'm going to have a good chat with your director about this, Adam!"
"exist."
"Catch him, withdraw the team!"
"yes."
Adam and several of his team members nodded, and cooperated with the homeland agent who had just been called over, and directly handcuffed the owner, employees and Brian in the store and took them away.
Lake took a last glance at Billy Kings, then nodded to the local sheriff who had followed him and remained silent, as a greeting, and then walked outside.
He used to work in the New York Police Department, and he had heard of everything in the police system, so the local sheriff didn't say anything. After all, Lake was a legitimate member of the police system.
Moreover, after taking office, Lake directly signed more than 20 applications for land agents, all of which were from local police systems. From a certain perspective, the police officers in the police station had another channel for promotion.
"Brian..."
"Mia!"
"…"
After Lake went out, he looked at his sister-in-law who was outside the cordon shouting at Brian who was being escorted into the car, and his expression became a little strange.
Mia is Rachel's sister. In a sense, isn't she Lake's sister-in-law?
Lake looked up and shouted to the police officer who was maintaining order at the cordon: "Let her in."
Mia looked over when she heard the voice and was stunned when she saw Lake.
Lake looked at Mia who ran in and pointed at Brian who was already in the police car: "Do you know him?"
Billy Kings, who followed behind, had sweat on his forehead.
It's going to happen.
After all, Billy Kings still believed that Brian O'Connor's undercover identity had not been exposed by Lake.
Mia nodded, then looked at Lake: "Um...Mr. Edwin, can I ask why Brian was arrested?"
Lake turned his head and glanced thoughtfully at Billy Kings behind him, smiled, and then said to Mia: "Vehicle theft!"
Mia was stunned.
Stealing a vehicle?
Aren't you from Homeland Security? Since when has vehicle theft become a threat to national security?
Lake looked at the expression on Mia's face and added, darkly, "My car!"
Mia turned her head to look at Brian, who was sitting in the police car with his hands handcuffed. Then she opened her mouth slightly and looked at Lake in surprise: "..."