boom!
The black pickup truck, like a real man who never looks back at the explosion, was speeding at 120 miles per hour towards the small town of Vega, which was 70 kilometers away.
"Oh My God!"
Inside the Stark Industries building, Tony Stark opened his mouth wide, recalling the scene he had just seen through the satellite.
The car turns.
Lake got out of the car.
Three shots blew up the helicopter.
Get in the car again.
The car speeds up.
Silky!
Silky smooth from start to finish!
and...
Just by thinking back to what happened in the past five seconds, Tony Stark felt an inexplicable surge of blood, which was a sign of his blood boiling.
"Jarvis."
"Yes, sir."
"Have you notified Homeland Security?"
"We've already notified them. The land agents and local police from Vega Town have already rushed over to provide assistance."
"Okay, capture what just happened from the moment Lake got off the car to the end of the battle and save it for me."
"...yes!"
Compared to the passionate Tony Stark, the New York Homeland Security Department and Hydra were more angry.
How could someone openly impersonate a homeland security agent and attack a senior official of the Department of Homeland Security on the homeland?
Even helicopters were dispatched, but Lake Edwin still couldn't be killed?
"Bang!"
In an office in the Hydra clone base, Dr. Merrick, who wore glasses and pretended to be a gentleman, also saw what had just happened. He was so shocked that his wine glass dropped from his hand and shattered onto the ground.
The difference is that this Dr. Merrick sees things from a helicopter perspective, which is a death perspective.
Three shots to blow up the plane?
What do you think you are doing?
Making a movie?
The most important point.
Dr. Merrick swallowed, took the satellite phone from the desk and made a call.
"How about it?"
Daniel Whitehall, who was playing golf on his golf course at a Paris estate, took the satellite phone handed to him by his entourage and said happily, "Tell me he is dead."
He is just an ordinary person, no matter what, he deserves to die.
Dr. Merrick was silent.
Daniel Whitehorse listened to the breathing sound on the phone, frowned, and said in a deep voice: "What's going on?"
Dr. Merrick said, "Sir, I'm sorry, the mission has failed."
"How could that be?"
"John Wick."
"The retired killer?"
"Yes."
Dr. Merrick shifted the blame and said, "Originally, our men were already waiting in the hangar, waiting for the two targets to get in the car together so that we could take care of them. John Wick didn't come along. We were worried about our operation being exposed, so we let him go. Unexpectedly, halfway through, when we were about to take care of Lake Edwin, this guy suddenly appeared out of nowhere and rescued Lake Edwin."
This is the truth.
Selective truth.
Daniel Whitehall took a deep breath. "Where is Dr. Will Wake now?"
Dr. Merrick stared at the small red dot on the computer screen: "We have it under our control."
"…I don't want to hear any more bad news."
"clear."
Dr. Merrick wiped the sweat from his forehead calmly and spoke to Daniel Whitehorse on the other end of the phone as if giving a guarantee.
Daniel Whitehorn hummed, then said, "By the way, how is the heart of our Berlin congressman friend, Stark Weathers, progressing? He will arrive there tonight and perform surgery on him as soon as possible."
Dr. Merrick nodded. "It's ripe and ready to go."
Daniel Whitehall hung up the phone directly, handed the satellite phone back to his follower, and then took the golf club from the caddy next to him.
but...
What happened to this sudden loss of interest?
Daniel Whitehall frowned and looked at the caddy who was smiling at him.
"Are you fucking laughing at me?"
"…"
The caddy looked confused.
Next second.
boom!
The caddy screamed and fell to the ground, holding his head.
"You're fucking laughing!"
"To make you laugh!"
"laugh!"
Daniel Whitehall took a few breaths and looked at the caddy lying on the ground with no breath left and his head like a rotten watermelon. He threw away the golf club, took the white towel handed to him by the waiter, wiped the blood off his hands, and walked out of the golf course.
He needed to go for a swim and calm his mind.
The expressionless attendant followed closely behind Daniel Whitehall. After Daniel Whitehall left the golf course, two cold-looking Hydra agents walked to the dead caddy with a body bag and put the caddy into the body bag with ease.
Outside Vega town.
Five black SUVs and four police cars successfully picked up Lake, who was driving a black pickup truck riddled with bullet holes.
The real Director Calilan ran up to Lake and said, "Oh, thank God, I'm so glad you're okay, Director Edwin."
Lake smiled and shook hands with Callilan. After confirming that this was the hand of a veteran who had been holding a gun for at least nine years, he said, "I'm fine. Obviously, they're going to be in trouble."
That's better now.
Don't say that Lake didn't give Hydra a chance to correct their mistakes. Sadly, they didn't.
Now, no one and nothing can stop Lake from going crazy.
This time.
Either Hydra will hand over Daniel Whitehall obediently, or Hydra will be wiped out!
transfer.
Get back on the road.
At this time, Lake's old flip phone rang again.
"explain!"
"Sir, are you okay?"
"…What do you think?"
Tiffany, who was at the New York National Operations Center, looked at Deputy Director David, who was furiously demanding immediate coverage of Texas from the National Satellite, and said carefully, "When you got off the plane, our satellite suddenly shifted from its orbit. Also, when I called you, it seemed like the signal was blocked and only just recovered."
If Stark Industries had not shared Stark's satellite data with them in a timely manner, they probably would not have known about the attack on the senior New York State executive.
In the small town of Vega.
Inside the temporary office of the Department of Homeland Security.
Lake got out of the car and took John Wick into the office. Before entering the room, the head of operations at Calilan instructed eight or nine homeland agents to stand guard outside the door.
inside the house.
Lake invited John Wick to sit down in a familiar manner and walked to the wine cabinet which was also in the temporary office. After all, this temporary office was a local bar requisitioned as a temporary office.
"Bourbon?"
"Can."
"Good taste."
Lake found a bottle of local bourbon from the back, took out two glasses, poured them both full, handed one to John Wick, who did not refuse this time, and then took a big sip himself.
After all, they had fought together, so naturally, they were not so unfamiliar with each other.
Caliran is still busy collecting intelligence about Will Wick. Just as the fake Caliran director said, some small town police officers witnessed a family that looked like Will Wick entering the town of Vega. Homeland Security and local police are investigating.
John Wick glanced at his phone, which hadn't rung since he boarded the plane. He then looked at Lake, recalling what had just happened. "What kind of organization is this?"
Lake thought for a moment and said to John Wick, "I don't know much about this mysterious organization, but I dealt with them in 2002."
"Didn't find it?"
"without."
Lake shook his head. "We could have found him, but they compromised and handed over the prisoner I wanted. A while ago, I discovered that the prisoner they handed over was a clone. It's clear they don't plan to hand him over this time."
John Wick shook his head and said, "But what does this have to do with my brother?"
Lake looked at John Wick curiously: "Do you know about your brother's research?"
John Wick nodded. "I didn't know at first, but the night after I saw those four bodies, I received a call from my brother. He told me that he was trying to find a way to resurrect them and told me not to worry."
Lake shrugged. "You already knew that, didn't you?"
John Wick said: "No, when my brother called me, he was still in New Jersey and sent me a video. I confirmed that it was in the basement of our old house. I had not been there before because I knew that you had sent people to watch me. I sent my brother a final text message, asking him not to contact me to prevent you from tracking him. After that, I received another call, and you know it."
His brother had already resurrected his wife and daughter at the old house, so how could he appear in Texas?
Lake listened to the information John Wick said at this time and laughed: "Mr. Wick, you know, hiding information from law enforcement agencies is also a crime."
Said.
Lake took out his phone, dialed his assistant Fantini, looked at John Wick, asked for the address of the old house in New Jersey, and asked Jack to take the task force to check it out.
Hang up the phone.
Lake thought for a moment and looked at John Wick: "What did your brother say in his last call?"
...I know the truth. It's them. All this is their conspiracy.
Lake thought back to the intercepted call and looked at John Wick. "This is all their conspiracy. Perhaps they've been interested in your brother's research from the very beginning. Who knows? Maybe they orchestrated your brother's car accident. Their goal was to have your brother conduct research on cloning and rebirth. Then they've been watching him and, when they're about to reap the rewards, they'll drag your brother to Texas."
Paused.
Lake continued, "As for why your brother left, I said that the organization wanted to eliminate me and Tony Stark, who knew of their existence. Your brother's skills have been taken away by them, making him disposable. John, I need to tell you that you must be prepared for your brother's death. Because there is no way they would risk exposing their base. Do you understand?"
John Wick: "..."