Can a mere city councilor stop my murderous intent?
Then where can I, Lai, put my face?
With the support of the military, the support of homeland security, and the support of federal prosecutors, this background is destined to lead to one thing.
Lake has been playing the invincible style since the beginning. He is the only one who bullies others, and no one bullies him.
Ten minutes later.
The gunshots gradually subsided, and the smell of blood began to spread from the horse farm.
Just then.
Adam's voice came from the headset: "Sir, I think you should come over and take a look."
After hearing this, Lake looked at the call from Minister Kelly on his phone and threw his own phone to the Los Angeles director who had just arrived: "You answer it."
The Los Angeles supervisor looked at the flashing phone in his hand, blinked, looked at Lake's back without turning back, took a deep breath, and silently answered the phone.
Inside the racecourse building.
Good job.
Lake ignored the bloodstains on the floor and looked at the various drug-making tools on the table, especially the box of finished products. "Good boy, so open and aboveboard? What's the point of the Los Angeles Police Department? Do they really think Chinatown is a lawless place?"
Adam came out from a nearby room: "Sir, not that one, this way."
Lake looked up.
Walked in.
This room had the most rebels who fell to the ground. At a glance, there were at least six of them.
Adam simply bent down and lifted the floorboards, revealing a secret door.
Of course.
The iron chain on the secret door had been broken by use.
Lake raised his eyebrows and looked at Adam.
Next second.
Adam opened the secret door directly. In an instant, after the soundproof secret door was opened, screams of various girls were heard from inside.
Lake took the flashlight handed to him by an agent, squatted down, and shone the flashlight inside the secret door hidden underground, enduring the mixed smells rushing up from inside.
A group of ragged Asian girls, who were obviously smuggled in, huddled together and appeared in Lake's sight.
Damn.
Lake stood up and cursed inwardly. Now all the false evidence he had prepared was no longer needed.
really.
Handsome guys who are handsome, ruthless, and decisive in killing are all blessed by God.
have a look.
Just shoot, and the evidence will be delivered to your door.
Lake returned the flashlight to the agent and patted his pocket as he asked Adam to notify the local immigration office and the women's protection agency to send someone directly.
Adam looked curiously at Lake who seemed to be looking for something.
Lake then realized that he had just left his phone outside and said to Adam, "Where's your phone?"
Adam said, "In the car."
An agent took out a cell phone from his pocket and handed it to Lake: "Sir, I have it here."
Lake looked at the agent, asked his name, said thank you, and then called Rachel directly.
Rachel answered the phone.
At this moment, Rachel was already in the repair shop's office watching the live broadcast of the Chinatown shootout.
Lake said directly: "There is big news here. I think you should be interested. Please stay for half an hour. The Immigration Bureau and the Women's Protection Agency are on their way. If you are late, I can't help you."
Immigration Bureau?
Women's protection agency?
Rachel suddenly thought of something and stood up: "I'll be there right away."
Lake hung up and handed the phone back to the agent.
"What about that Lance Nguyen?"
"Serious injury."
"…"
Lake looked at Adam and frowned slightly.
What I want is to kill without mercy.
He already has evidence that this guy was the one who stole his car, so why keep it? Let this guy wait until the New Year?
Adam laughed bitterly. "He was video chatting with his congressman dad. We only fired one shot. It would have been difficult to fire a second shot under those circumstances."
Video call?
Good job.
Do you think you are Bukit and your father is Mindeng?
"Where is it?"
"Next door, the team members are bandaging him."
"…"
Lake took a deep breath and turned to walk towards the next room. Inside, he could still hear a man shouting something in a language that was not the Eastern language. At the same time, another person was saying something sternly in English.
Come into the house.
Lance Ruan, who was leaning against the wall with a smartphone in his hand, subconsciously pointed the phone at Lake when he saw Lake in a suit coming in.
On the phone screen was a Vietnamese guy who looked very similar to this guy, but a little older.
"I am..."
"Bang!"
"son!!!!"
Lake shot Lance Nguyen directly, who seemed to have a sarcastic smile on his face after seeing him, and then bent down to pick up the mobile phone on the ground.
"I saw it, I saw you, you killed my son, you killed..."
"Quack!"
Lake hung up the phone directly.
You said you saw it, so you saw it?
It is reasonable for a man to have a son in his old age and for his son to be shot dead by the police while committing a crime. It is also reasonable for him to have the so-called hallucinations afterwards.
Besides.
Go ahead and sue me.
but...
You don't have a chance either.
Lake said to Adam, "Are those girls under the secret door capable of leading a team to capture this damn congressman?"
Adam looked up and thought.
Lake laughed. "That's enough. He's already on his way here. Tell the guys outside to get it for me when they come down. As I said, I'll take care of it if anything goes wrong."
Adam came back to his senses and nodded.
Just then.
An agent walked in with Rachel and Dominic.
Dominic looked at the bloody scene on the ground and felt bad. After all, Lance Nguyen was his sworn enemy. He should be his enemy. This guy swallowed his goods and refused to pay. But Dominic had no way to deal with it. After all, this guy had a good father who was a congressman.
But right now?
This guy's organization just collapsed like this?
I don't know why.
Dominic looked at Lake, who was wearing a suit and tie without a speck of dust and still talking and laughing, with a somewhat puzzled look. He didn't know whether he was glad that he had made the wise choice to tell Lake the answer, or was glad that he had no intention of touching the group of cars.
God is my witness, when Dominic and others followed the train to Chinatown, they had an idea and decided to find a time to rob this batch of trains.
Fortunately not.
Rachel retched a few times, wiped her tears, and stood up from Lake's arms: "Where are they?"
Lake pointed to the secret door that had been closed again: "Inside."
"How many?"
"Adam?"
Adam, who was standing nearby, was stunned for a moment, then looked at Rachel: "Two agents will go down for a preliminary check. There are about forty women, but it's best not to go down now."
Rachel frowned, "Why?"
"When the two agents went down, they saw two bodies. It's such a dark environment, there might be a virus. The Immigration Department and the Women's Protection Agency are on their way."
"…"
Just then.
The Los Angeles land manager outside could no longer bear it. With a bitter face, he found Lake and said to him, "Sir, Minister Kelly wants to speak to you immediately."
Lake picked up the phone and said, "I am..." as soon as he finished speaking.
Minister Kelly's roar came from the other side: "Really? Damn it, Lake, it's just a car. You can buy twelve cars with your annual salary. Are you going to turn Los Angeles upside down for a broken car? You even shot and killed a city councilman's son in front of him, Shit, it's just a damn broken car."
Lake didn't say anything, just held the phone in his hand, away from his ear.
After a while.
Minister Kelly seemed to have vented his anger.
Lake put the phone to his ear again: "Minister, this is not a problem of one car."
This is not a problem with the car.
It's a matter of face.
From the very beginning, it was the car... Bah, it's not about the car, it's about face, face, face!
Minister Kelly cursed and said, "Anyway, release the MP immediately."
"I can't do that."
"What?"
"Minister, let me show you something."
"…"
Lake hung up the phone directly and said to Rachel, "Can I borrow your phone?"
This is a flip phone that can take pictures, but the pixels are extremely low.
Rachel pulled her phone out of her bag and handed it to Lake.
Lake gestured directly to the agent standing at the secret door, then extended his mobile phone into the underground space, clicked, took a photo, entered it directly into Minister Kelly's mobile phone, and sent it to him.
Sent successfully.
Lake said to Rachel: "One, two, three..."
The phone rang.
Lake smiled and answered the phone.
Minister Kelly didn't get angry this time, but instead asked curiously, "What is this photo?"
Lake said, "We've received intel that Lance Nguyen was not only involved in the smuggling incident during the last nuclear test crisis, but also found solid evidence during this raid that Lance Nguyen and his congressman father were imprisoning the smuggled girl."
Said.
Lake said to Minister Kelly on the other end of the phone in a serious tone: "Minister, I'm applying for an arrest warrant for the father of Councilman Lance Nguyen."
"You've already caught it."
Minister Kelly said something unpleasantly, then said, "Get the evidence ready."
Lake smiled and said, "No problem. Tomorrow morning, no, this afternoon, you'll be able to see reporter Rachel Toledo's front-line interview and the evidence these imprisoned women provide against the Nguyen father and son's atrocities on the front page of the Washington, D.C. Sun."
Minister Kelly was silent for a while and did not speak.
Without a doubt.
Silence is acquiescence, and acquiescence is consent.
Finally.
Minister Kelly frowned right after hanging up the phone and asked Lake, "So... this has nothing to do with your car being stolen?"
Lake said directly and with full force: "Sir, this has never been about the car. I have no sympathy for evil."
Minister Kelly, who was sitting in his office, opened his mouth, shook his head, and hung up the phone.
I don't believe you.
This is a case caused by the fact that you lost a broken car.
…