bite!"
"Use the tracking card!"
"Daniel Whitehall!"
"Use it... successfully!"
"…"
After walking out of the hospital and getting back into the special edition Porsche Cayenne, Lake raised his eyebrows. Was the tracking card stuck just now?
The first time.
Why?
Is it because there are too many Daniel Whitehoes still alive, causing even the plug-in to be suffocated and turned into a mass-produced Daniel Whitehoe, so it takes more time?
sharp.
This is officially certified.
soon.
With a whoosh sound.
Lake instantly saw through a map, which was not a federal map, nor a map of any other country.
This is... a world map.
Red dots quickly appeared on the world map, one after another, and were quickly located by tracking cards. There were more than twenty of them on the European continent alone.
Damn it!
Lake felt powerless inside. He no longer knew whether to admire Daniel Whitehall's courage or despise his cowardice.
Boss Cao also has seventy-two avatars, but he created them after his death. What about you?
Lake shook his head.
pity.
No matter whether Daniel Whitehoe is timid or brave, in front of the krypton gold plug-in, even if Daniel Whitehoe creates more clones, he cannot deceive the plug-in.
With a whoosh sound.
The position shown on the tracking card rose instantly, and the map of the parallel world directly turned into the earth. Then, the small blue broken ball started to rotate, and then it quickly fell down, and was instantly located above the western part of the European continent. With the rapidly falling blue dot, it soon landed on a very small country.
This is different from the other thirty or so red dots. This blue dot is the true location of Daniel Whitehall.
only...
San Lorenzo?
What the hell is this thing? Is this country on the world map?
Lake frowned.
[bite!]
[Tracking successful, duration 48 hours. A 100,000 top-up credit can be used to extend the tracking time by 24 hours. A 2,000,000 top-up credit can be used to conjure a tracking device other than the actual target.]
[...]
Lake flipped his right hand, turned back to New Amsterdam Hospital, and called Emilia.
Ten minutes later.
When Lake got out of the car, he had something that looked like a square box in his hand.
Daniel Whitehall must die.
Whether it is true or false.
"Give!"
"...What's this?"
Lake watched John Wick's wife leave the ward, then looked at John Wick who took over the square box and said, "Press the button in the middle of the box."
John Wick pressed it.
Immediately afterwards, a projection appeared in front of John Wick's eyes. It was a dense red dot on the European continent. John Wick looked at Lake in surprise and confusion.
Lake said: "These red dots are the locations of the mastermind behind this incident. I think you should know."
John Wick's expression changed: "I thought you said that everyone in the clone base was dead."
Lake said, "Yes, but the man behind the scenes is still alive. Moreover, he transformed himself into the dozen or so people you see. Are you interested?"
John Wick was silent for a moment, then looked at Lake: "Do we... know each other?"
This means his identity has been exposed.
But...
John Wick couldn't figure out how he was exposed.
Lake smiled and said, "I have an informant."
"who."
Lake turned and walked towards the ward door. "Even if I tell you, you might not recognize me. Black King. It's up to you whether you want to do it or not. If you don't want to, I'll find someone else. But I think you can do it. Remember, this device can only be used for two months. Don't worry, I will help you."
This time, Lake asked Emilia directly for 10 million.
I have to say.
Among all the targets of Lake's assassination, Daniel Whitehall is the most valuable. But there is nothing he can do about it, because there are so many Daniel Whitehalls.
Funny laugh!
New York Landmark Building.
"Sir!"
"Did you find it?"
"Um."
In Lake's office, assistant Tiffany closed the door and pressed the remote control in her hand. Then, a projection was projected out.
"São Norenzo was a British colony until 1969. The official language is still English. The population is less than 50,000 and the area covers 100 square miles. The capital, São Norenzo, couldn't even accommodate the cheapest golf courses in New York City. The current president is Ribera, who controls the country."
"dictatorship?"
"In a sense, yes, but São Lorenzo is still a democratic country. He has won every election by a landslide. Although Ribera has a bad reputation, he has a good relationship with London."
"…"
Lake stroked his chin and looked at the projection of this small island nation sandwiched between the Netherlands and Belgium, across the sea from the UK, and said, "Who provided him with funds?"
"No one."
"…"
Tiffany nodded and said, "Ribera's ancestors were very wealthy. In San Lorenzo, tourism, aviation, and fishing, which are the pillar industries, are all controlled by his family."
Paused.
Tiffany re-read a piece of news: "Just ten days ago, many tourists posted online that San Lorenzo's entry control was extremely strict. Even on the sea, there were several San Lorenzo-rented boats bobbing back and forth."
Lake raised an eyebrow.
A country with such a low sense of existence is imposing martial law. What is it planning to do? Is it planning a coup?
Next second.
Lake's eyes suddenly froze. If Daniel Whitehall's true identity was in this small island country whose name Lake had never heard of before, but he was not the financial backer of the dictator of this small island country.
So...
Is it possible that Daniel Whitehall is not the financial backer, but this Ribera?
A complete makeover.
Stealing one thing and replacing the other.
Good job.
Once again, Lake couldn't help but applaud Daniel Whitehoe's wisdom in his heart. This is really amazing. I have to say, if he didn't have a plug-in, he would never have dreamed that Daniel Whitehoe could do such a thing.
Said.
Lake asked Tiffany to zoom in on the satellite map of San Lorenzo. He pointed to the blue dot that only he could see and said, "Where is this?"
Tiffany looked at it and said, "The presidential palace in San Lorenzo is nominally owned by the Ribera family. This land is leased to San Lorenzo, and Ribera collects a high rent every year."
It's settled.
sharp.
Brilliant talent.
Lake thought to himself that Ribera was undoubtedly the real Daniel Whitehall. He should have such intelligence. Hydra was already notorious, so why bother to hang himself on a tree?
Hydra draws nutrients from S.H.I.E.L.D. to do Hydra's work, while Daniel Whitehall also secretly uses Hydra's information to quietly do his own work.
That's awesome.
As expected, he was an old man whose status was almost equal to that of the Red Skull during World War II.
Lake took back his evaluation. Daniel Whitehall was not stupid at all, but smart, a little too smart.
In the evening.
Lake returned home.
Skye sat on a high stool, typing away on the keyboard.
Lake raised an eyebrow.
That's right.
The reason why Daniel Whitehall was able to live so long was because he had Jiaying's organs transplanted, right?
Should I tell Skye?
Lake thought to himself and walked to the bar to give up the idea. It was not that he couldn't tell her, but if he told Skye that her mother was eaten by a man in a sense, it would probably leave a deep psychological trauma.
never mind.
Help if you can.
Lake thought so in his heart, turned around to get the wine and looked at Skye: "How is it?"
Skye shook his head in frustration, "I got nothing. I feel like I just popped out of thin air."
Lake said, "Don't you have your birth certificate?"
Skye shook her head. "It's fake. When I first escaped from my foster home, the foster care center looked for me. They found the hospital, and they said my file was forged."
Lake shrugged: "Give up?"
Skye's eyes were firm: "No."
Next second.
Skye looked at Lake: "I don't really want to find them, I just want to know who they are. If possible, I would like to ask them why."
Lake smiled and stopped as he was about to go up with his glass of wine: "Skye."
Skye turned around: "Yeah."
"Let's try to check in the East Country. Maybe we can find something."
"Dongguo, why?"
"You have Eastern blood, don't you?"
"Maybe. There's not only the East Country in the East, there's also the Japanese Island Country and the Korean Country."
"You are of Eastern descent."
"Well..."
"At your age, when you were born, there were relatively few mixed-race children in the East. If you disappeared in the East, then perhaps there is a file on you in some archive."
"...Yeah?"
"It's better than you blindly comparing it to the missing children database."
"...Thanks."
"You're welcome!"
Lake smiled, accepted Skye's thanks, and went upstairs holding the handrail of the spiral staircase.
the next day.
Lake once again handed Skye's dinner problem to Cassel, and then drove directly to the garage of New York International Airport.
"Yeah?"
Lake held onto the phone, listened to John Wick's voice on the other end, and smiled, "Then I wish us a happy hunt this time?"
"good!"
John Wick walked into the Continental Hotel while talking on the phone. The waiter there looked at Baba Yaga who pushed the door open with a serious face. John Wick said to Lake, "Where do you start?"
Lake walked onto the private plane, sat on the sofa, and said with a smile: "Belgium!"
John said OK, hung up the phone, took out five gold coins from his pocket and looked at the black servant: "Transportation service to Bulgaria!"
…