"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Stop, stop, I don't know you."
"Really? That's a shame, but I know you."
"Bang!"
"Wow wow wow!"
Lake ignored the corpses on the ground, walked to the window on the fifth floor, glanced at the Belgian police car parked downstairs, his mouth curled up slightly, he took out the magazine in his hand, replaced it with a new one, and walked towards the bedroom in the room.
Bang bang bang!
After three shots, the glass shattered and Lake walked out of the broken glass window without hesitation.
Landing lightly.
Lake put away his pistol, and with a whoosh, his figure left a trail of afterimages on the spot and disappeared into the alley. When he appeared again, like the onlookers, he glanced at the building not far away that was cordoned off by the police, and then left the vicinity of the building under the police's drive.
The tenth one.
Leading.
Lake took out his satellite phone and called John Wick.
"Hello!"
Lake listened to the faint sound of gunfire coming from the other end of the phone and jokingly said, "I'm ahead for now."
"Bang!"
Footsteps sounded not far away, and John Wick picked up the satellite phone from the ground: "It's a draw now."
Lake curled his lips and hung up the phone.
A top killer is a top killer.
Both are invincible killers, but if you consider the cheats that Lake used to escape from the crime scene, there is no doubt that at this moment, the one who is leading should be John Wick, who only has his own strength and no cheats.
This is the fifteenth day since Lake came to Belgium.
I have to say that Daniel Whitehorse is so damn good at mass-producing himself, and he generously provides the same resources to his mass-produced self, which makes Lake a little numb to killing people now.
By the time John Wick killed the fifth Daniel Whitehall, he had gone from being shocked to being numb.
so...
The two of them simply found this method, which can be regarded as a killing tournament that only appears between pathological killers.
Right now.
The entire European continent is in a state of panic. You know, this hunting feast is not only participated by Lake and John, but Hydra is also involved.
In just fifteen days.
Lake and John have killed twenty Daniel Whitehoes, and Hydra is not far behind. In fifteen days, they have mobilized a lot of resources and found five of them.
at the moment?
Looking around, there are still more than twenty red dots on the European continent, but compared with before, there are very few.
European police and Interpol are completely furious.
In Belgium in western Europe, Bulgaria in southern Europe, and the European headquarters, there have been a series of shootings one after another, and without exception, the masterminds were shot in the head and disfigured beyond recognition, which has caused European police and Interpol to seriously suspect that there is some killer organization organizing a killing tournament on the European continent.
You know, what Lake and his men are chasing is not just Daniel Whitehoe. Almost all of them are driving Wushuang. Even if each Daniel Whitehoe is watched by only twenty bodyguards, the number of corpses of these twenty-five people combined is still considerable.
The most important point.
Neither European police nor Interpol could confirm the whereabouts of these hundreds of bodies from any archives. It seemed as if they appeared out of thin air.
Nick Fury and others who had been released also noticed the scenery happening on the European continent.
but...
Nick Fury and others were confused.
But after being confused, although he didn't understand what was happening on the European continent, he still focused his attention on himself at the advice of SHIELD special adviser Alexander Pierce.
God knows how many clones are lurking in S.H.I.E.L.D. now. The most important thing is that Nick Fury has his own things to do. Alexander Pierce is about to identify a Skrull. The most important thing for Nick Fury now is to send the Skrull arranged by the bureau away to avoid the limelight.
Little did they know...
Alexander Pierce is also doing this. He is also using this method to check out some Hydra members who are not loyal to him and who he has planted in SHIELD, and to clean them out by the way.
that's all.
This major event that occurred on the European continent should have been handled by SHIELD, but for this reason, SHIELD missed it completely. After all, Lake came here in person this time.
Or in Hydra's secret room.
"Fuck, what's going on?"
Alexander Pierce looked at the 20 death reports he'd obtained through legitimate channels, removed the 10 that occurred in Belgium, and discarded the 10 that occurred in Bulgaria. "I understand Lake Edwin would act in anger. I also understand him being faster than us, since his friend is the Black King. But what about this John Wick?"
Lord Strucker said, "Daniel Whitehall's bait..."
Alexander reached out to Strucker, stopping him from speaking. He covered his forehead and took a deep breath. "How many clones did that damn Daniel make of himself? And where is his real body? We've already teamed up with the Immortal Consortium to seize all his publicly available assets. Where is he hiding?"
Gideon Malick said, "If Dr. Zola were still here..."
Alexander interrupted directly: "Dr. Zola is dead."
Gideon Malik spread his hands.
Who knows.
Maybe dead, maybe not.
However, since Alexander Pierce intended to take the position of leader of Hydra, Gideon Malik had no objection to this. He had no interest in Hydra's official business.
Gideon Malik has his own things to do, and coupled with the incident with Daniel Whitehall this time, Gideon Malik doesn't want to have any conflicts with Alexander Pierce.
Alexander Pierce took a deep breath and said, "All the pursuing agents should withdraw and go underground."
Baron Stark frowned and looked at Alexander.
Alexander said, "Since Lake Edwin and John Wick are playing a killing contest, let them go. Don't even think about following them. When they're done, leave behind a Daniel Whitehall for me to close the case."
Finished.
Alexander took off his glasses and appeared in the study of his villa in Washington, rubbing his eyebrows tiredly.
Having to work hard for both Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D., Alexander Pierce feels that if the Federation has a model worker award, he would definitely be the winner.
After a while.
Alexander Pierce opened a chat app on his computer.
"How about it."
"Not yet, but there's something fishy about the assassin company. Do we need to investigate?"
"No need for that. There are people who want Daniel Whitehall dead more than we do."
"B?"
"right!"
"He has a problem."
"I know, but we don't need a conflict right now."
"That's right."
"You stay hidden first and follow our plan over there. After a while, you will become S.H.I.E.L.D.'s exclusive artificial intelligence!"
Finished.
Alexander Pierce closed the dialog box.
B?
Lake Edwin.
Any information about the name Lake Edwin circulating on the Internet will be intercepted by Jarvis. Jarvis believes that he has imprisoned Dr. Zola, but the latter is still able to contact Alexander Pierce. However, some information still needs to be encrypted.
Having Dr. Zola betray and imprisoned by Jarvis was also part of the plan.
Dr. Zora had no objection to being imprisoned for a period of time. In his words, he had been lonely for so many years and it was rare for someone to talk to him. Even if it required lying, it was a very happy thing.
My brain is broken.
wrong.
Dr. Zora was already very sick, but after becoming an electronic life form, he became even more abnormal.
After Dr. Zola finished his conversation with Alexander Pierce, he returned to his electronic cage. Then, using the same camera as Jarvis, he watched as one piece of equipment that could be used for cloning and resurrection was placed in the empty hall one after another.
Belgium!
Lake was eating, and in the headset, Emilia was telling him about the various information that the Immortal Royal Family had collected from the European continent in recent days.
"A team of Interpol officers will arrive in Belgium this afternoon."
"At the same time, Belgium has also begun checking the information of all foreigners who have entered the country in the past two weeks."
Emilia said, "You're about to be exposed."
"Won't."
"Um?"
Lake pulled out a hundred dollars from his pocket, threw it on the table, drank the last of the bourbon in the glass, stood up and walked out of the restaurant: "The foreplay is over, it's time for the main course."
Emilia exclaimed in surprise: "Foreplay, wow, you've never had foreplay with me last as long as fifteen days. It seems that you really love this Daniel Whitehall."
Lake's mouth twitched: "This joke is not funny."
Emilia said, "I think it's funny. Anyway, you've taken two months off. How about giving me some of that time? I also want to experience some foreplay. Not much, just one day is fine."
Lake chuckled and said, "Goodbye, Emilia!"
Finished.
Lake went offline directly.
Twenty-four hours of foreplay?
God.
Is my tongue still mine?
Lake shook his head speechlessly, hailed a taxi on the side of the road, and drove straight to the local airport.
An hour later.
Lake got off the plane, lined up, and entered the immigration office in San Lorenzo.
"Name!"
"Charles Francis Xavier!"
"Profession."
"Tutor in Psychology at Oxford University."
"Purpose of entry."
"travel!"
"…"