Return to the hotel.
When Lake walked out of the elevator, he suddenly realized something. It seemed that he had directly arrested Brian O'Connor, and it seemed that Brian's undercover identity was confirmed?
this...
Lake shook his head and opened the room.
Rachel looked at Lake who came in, turned off the live broadcast on the TV, and looked at Lake: "So, you found your car?"
Lake hummed.
Rachel heard Lake's somewhat unhappy tone and asked curiously: "Didn't we find the car? Is it broken?"
Lake deadpanned, "It's been dyed."
The car was found.
But the accounts have not been settled yet. Whoever stained it will have his hands chopped off, and whoever was the mastermind will have his hands chopped off.
Rachel frowned: "Well, do you want Qiao Xi and I to go back first?"
Lake looked at Rachel: "Why?"
Rachel shrugged, "You need to work."
Lake spread his hands and said, "Give me three days. I'll finish this matter, and then go on vacation to the beach in Santa Barbara as planned. I've already rented a villa. I rented it in advance, and the deposit is non-refundable."
no way.
It is the peak tourist season, and it is the same everywhere. We were able to book this villa in advance at a preferential price thanks to Tocasel's help, who found someone in their circle who had purchased a property in Santa Barbara to rent it to.
Rachel didn't want to disturb Lake from doing his work because of them. When she heard what Lake said, she smiled and said, "As long as it doesn't delay your work, I'll take Qiao Xi shopping here."
Lake laughed.
the next day.
Lake went directly to the Homeland Security office in Los Angeles.
"Sir."
"Where is that federal undercover?"
"This way."
Under the leadership of Adam, who was responsible for receiving Lake and cooperating with the operation yesterday, Lake directly pushed open the door of an interrogation room and saw Brian O'Connor sitting inside.
Brian immediately looked at Lake who walked in: "You didn't tell Mia about my identity."
This tone...
There seems to be a little bit of tension.
Brother, you are an undercover agent.
Lake suddenly thought of something inexplicably. It seemed that as long as there was a beautiful little sister in the enemy camp, then the undercover and the beautiful little sister would definitely have their love brains replaced by their IQ brains.
Without exception.
I won't say too much, but basically, out of a hundred undercover agents, about twenty of them will fall in love with their target's sister, elder sister... wife?
That's amazing.
Lake pulled out a chair and sat down with an expressionless face. With two claps, he threw two photos on the table.
One is a photo of Lake's original white Porsche Cayenne.
One of them was a photo of his new car being painted sky blue with inferior paint.
"Tell me about it."
Lake crossed his arms and looked at Brian O'Connor across from him: "What's going on? Who took over the car? Who dyed my car? Who is behind this car collection organization?"
Brian frowned and said, "I don't know. That's just what I used to disguise my undercover identity."
Lake chuckled: "You don't know?"
Brian nodded.
Lake didn't force it. He packed up his photos, stood up, and said calmly, "Adam!"
Adam pushed the door open and walked in.
Lake walked towards the door without even looking. "Send him to New York by express delivery. I'll treat him slowly when I get back."
Adam nodded.
Brian was stunned for a moment, looking at Lake's back and shouting: "Wait, wait, wait..."
Lake has disappeared.
Next door interrogation room.
The owner of the car shop had gauze on his legs and his hands were handcuffed to a chair.
After Lake came in, he looked up at the surveillance camera in the upper left corner.
The surveillance lights went out instantly.
On the road.
Lake smiled.
The agent in the monitoring room touched his nose unconsciously, feeling that the day of promotion and salary increase was not far away.
The car shop owner looked at Lake who was sitting opposite him and the first thing he said was that he wanted to hire a lawyer.
Lake chuckled and said, "Lawyer, you are suspected of endangering national security. Sorry, your lawyer can't help you. I ask questions, you answer. If you answer well, you can go out. If you answer badly, I will throw you directly into Alcatraz Prison."
The car shop owner frowned: "Devil's Island Prison, isn't that place closed down?"
Lake smiled at the owner of the car shop and whispered, "There's no record of a secret prison. The FBI has overseas prisons, and of course, our Department of Homeland Security has them too. Don't worry, if you don't want to tell me, I'll reserve the best spot for you. You'll be roommates with Billy, the Texas killer who killed ninety-six people in three days. Okay?"
"What?"
"dislike?"
Lake raised an eyebrow, touched his chin, and thought for a moment: "How about being locked up with that hunk in Hawaii who raped twenty women and fifty men for a month straight, claiming to have done it fifty times a day?"
The car shop owner broke out in a cold sweat after hearing this. What kind of person is this? He shook his head like a rattle and trembled as he said, "I'll tell you, I'll tell you, as long as I tell you, can I get out?"
Lake smiled and said, "Of course."
The car shop owner took a deep breath and said, "What do you want to know?"
"everything."
"…"
Lake glanced at the owner of the car shop, leaned back in his chair, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, handed one to the owner, lit it for him, and then lit one for himself: "First, tell me, when did I receive this car?"
The car shop owner took a puff of his cigarette and seemed to calm down a lot. "I'm just responsible for receiving the cars. These cars were driven to my place last night."
Paused.
The car shop owner seemed to have a sudden thought and pointed at the sky-blue Porsche Cayenne on the table. "I'm only responsible for providing the backyard. They pay me a monthly rental fee of $10,000. If they have any other cars, I can also sell them at the lowest price. They offered me $15,000 for this car."
Lake deadpanned, "When I bought it, I paid nearly fifty thousand."
The car dealer said, "It's about 80% new, but it has a lot of mileage. And, you bought it in New York, didn't you?"
Lake hummed.
The owner of the car shop said, "In Los Angeles, this kind of car, 99% new, with no problems, would only cost $25,000."
Lake's mouth twitched.
I was ripped off?
Wait a moment.
Lake nodded at the table: "You're getting off topic. Keep talking."
The owner of the car shop seemed to relax as well. He pointed at the photo and said, "Early yesterday morning, Brian and those five guys drove six cars over. I reserved this one, and then this morning I asked Brian to go back and check if there were any potential problems. Those five guys were waiting to collect the money after the inspection and leave. I know nothing about it."
Lake said, "Brian."
The owner of the car shop said, "Yes, he is a federal agent. For God's sake, I just provided a place. I don't know anything."
He felt very wronged. He was just a businessman. The FBI found him and asked him to place an undercover agent on his side, using the excuse that his backyard was a warehouse for stolen cars, so that they could get close to Dom.
Lake looked at the aggrieved expression on the shop owner's face and said, "You asked Brian to collect the car. He's a federal undercover agent. What do you think?"
The car shop owner puffed on his cigarette irritably: "I don't know, they asked for it."
"Who asked for it?"
"The guy who's been in contact with me and paying me $10,000 a month called and specifically asked Brian to go with them to collect the car. What can I do?"
"...How did they know Brian was undercover?"
"I have no idea."
Lake nodded, stood up and left.
Good job.
This scene seems to be getting more and more interesting. Even I knew Brian's undercover identity through the prophetic plot. How did these car thieves know it?
"Can I go out now?"
"cannot."
"You lied to me, damn..."
"Bang!"
Lake closed the door and pointed to the interrogation room behind him. "New York, air transport."
Adam nodded.
"Where's Brian?"
"Still in there, want to see you."
"I didn't get on the plane."
"You blinked."
"Haha, Adam, are you interested in going to New York?"
"No."
"All right."
Lake nodded to the burly Adam and made his promise: "If you want to go to New York, let me know and I'll arrange it right away."
Adam said thank you, then started talking to the two team members who came over.
Lake re-entered Brian's interrogation room.
Brian looked at Lake who had re-entered and said, "I can't go to New York."
Lake pulled out his chair and sat down without a word, looking at Brian expressionlessly. "You have ten seconds. The owner of the car shop has already told me a lot. If you can't give me some new information, then, if you can't go to New York, I'll send you to Guantanamo."
Brian raised his bound hands and said, "I told you, I'm undercover. I don't know anything. I just received a call last night and went to drive your car back. That's all."
Lake sneered, "That's all. You're a federal agent, you saw someone transporting stolen cars, and you didn't do anything. Is that all?"
Brian was speechless. "I was on an undercover mission. I was at a party at Don's house when he called me and asked me to do something. I thought it was a good way to gain his trust, so I deliberately told Don I was going to do something for him. When I got there, he was following me."
What's the best way to gain the favor of a criminal organization?
That is to carry out a criminal act under the watchful eyes of a criminal organization, so that it can be shown that everyone is in the same boat.
This is also the fastest and most efficient method within mainland criminal organizations.
Brian said, "Besides, I didn't even know it was your car. We picked it up and headed back. If you want to know where the truck with seven or eight cars on it went, you can ask Don. They didn't follow us back when we returned."
Lake: "…"