Lake stood at the window with a smile on his face, looking at the immigration inspector inside, and said his name and occupation with a smile on his face.
Although Lake is still Lake.
But in the eyes of this immigration prosecutor, there was no doubt that Lake was not Lake, but the person on the London passport in his hand.
Dr. Charles Francis Xavier from Oxford University.
Lake arrived in Belgium fifteen days ago and did not enter here directly because it would take half a month to process this fake document.
actually...
Lake got the certificate from M16's friend the next day. However, it takes time to connect the certificate to the Internet. If this is not done, even if it is real, it will be exposed as soon as the other party checks it.
For example, right now.
bite!
The immigration prosecutor looked at the information that appeared on the computer, put away his guard, and handed the document to Lake with a smile: "Have a nice day."
Lake took the ID and smiled, "You too."
Finished.
Lake left the checkpoint with his backpack. After walking out of the checkpoint, looking at the blue sky and white clouds in the distance, there was no doubt that he had set foot on the land of San Lorenzo.
Daniel Whitehall is also approaching the end of his life.
Lake looked towards the direction of the Presidential Palace in San Lorenzo, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
During these years in the army, he didn't do much other work, but when it comes to subversion, there is no doubt that Lake is an expert in this area. He is very familiar with carrying out assassination and kidnapping missions of small countries.
In a taxi.
Lake watched as seven soldiers, wearing masks and somewhat familiar military uniforms, walked in pairs along the roadside. They all had the same look in their eyes and asked the taxi driver for advice with some curiosity.
The driver was an old man.
native.
The uncle glanced at the group of people Lake pointed at and said, "They are the special guards of the presidential palace. Don't mess with them. A few days ago, a tourist wanted to take a photo with them, but these people broke the tourist's neck."
Lake was slightly stunned: "And then?"
The uncle shook his head and said, "What do you mean by 'then'? This place is a paradise for you outsiders, but for us locals, our biggest wish is to save enough money to buy a plane ticket to leave here."
Lake nodded thoughtfully, looking at the group of special guards who were already going away. The last person had leather gloves on both hands, but in the gap, Lake seemed to see a cold light.
interesting.
Did The Winter Soldier become The Winter Soldier Legion?
The only five-star hotel in San Lorenzo.
Lake checked in.
Come into the house.
Lake waved his right hand and took out a device. He searched the presidential suite up and down, inside and out. After confirming it, he had an idea!
Come out, be strong!
wrong.
This time, the free clone didn't stay in New York, so it should be...
Eleven clones!
Bang!
Eleven clones instantly appeared in the spacious presidential suite.
Lake swung his right hand and took out eleven pieces of clothing of various styles from the storage space: "Put them on!"
The eleven clones silently queued up to get their clothes, then queued up again and went into the bathroom not far away to change their clothes.
Lake walked to the window, opened it, and looked out over the presidential palace, which was only a thousand meters away. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
The blue dot is still located in the Presidential Palace.
Nine o'clock in the evening.
All the information on foreign travelers entering San Lorenzo that afternoon was being transferred to the presidential palace's information technology center. Just then, a technician stood up and picked up a nearby phone. "Charles Francis Xavier, there's no record of him at Oxford University."
Immediately following.
Radio waves flow.
In the presidential palace, sitting in his luxurious office, Daniel Whitehall, who had changed his body but not his consciousness, also received the message from the Information Technology Center.
Daniel Whitehall turned to look at the Winter Soldier, who stood motionless beside him. "Kill him."
For Daniel Whitehall.
San Lorenzo is his private kingdom. He rules everything here. The aviation is his, the hotel is his, the army is his, and even the people living here are his.
Ten o'clock in the evening.
Here we come!
Lake opened his eyes and listened to the uniform footsteps reaching his ears. The corners of his mouth slightly curled up as he looked at his eleven clones.
Eleven unlimited Glocks appeared immediately.
Three minutes later.
The hotel elevator dinged and slowly opened. The eight special guards who were preparing to get out narrowed their eyes as they looked at the scene outside the elevator.
Next second.
Lake, who was standing in the middle, raised his lips and said "Hi" to the people in the elevator. Then, he pulled the trigger instantly, and the eleven clones on the left and right also opened fire in unison.
moment.
The loud bang of gunfire completely announced the beginning of this invitation to hell!
Puff puff puff!
Puff puff puff!
The eight special guards in the elevator immediately began to twitch all over.
Densely packed, seemingly endless, bullets penetrated directly into their bodies and the masked heads.
The two clones swung their right hands, aimed their pistols directly at the stairwell and fired in unison.
Bang bang bang!
"Walk!"
Lake gave a direct order, and the wooden door of the stairwell was instantly pierced into a mess, revealing a special guard who was suppressed by fierce gunfire and dared not show his head at all.
Puff puff puff!
A volley of bullets went off, and the special guard was instantly shot all over his body, and his head exploded, and he fell to the ground.
Lake removed the special guard's left arm, revealing his metal left arm.
really.
It seems that Daniel Whitehoe doesn't quite understand the principle that scarcity makes things valuable.
Anything, no matter how precious it is, will undoubtedly fall from precious status to common goods once it is mass-produced.
If there is only one Bucky Barnes in the world, then there is no doubt that Bucky Barnes's fighting power is equal to that of Captain America, and he can fight aliens when necessary.
but...
The mass-produced Bucky Barnes is, at best, just an elite soldier.
What's the use of elite soldiers negotiating with him after his gunfire?
Right now.
The President Hotel was in complete chaos. Screams continued to be heard from the floor where Lake was fighting fiercely, but apart from that, none of the guests in other rooms opened the door to take a look.
After all, Westerners have already received a good education.
If this person were from the East, he would have opened the door and come out to watch the fun.
"Sir, there was a gunfight at the President Hotel, and twenty special guards were killed."
"Send out the soldiers."
"yes!"
Daniel Whitehoe spoke in a deep voice to the guards who came in with an expressionless face, and then, through the vision of the drone, he looked at the full picture of the Presidential Hotel appearing on his computer screen from a distance.
Boom boom boom!
The tanks purchased from London drove out of the military camp near the Presidential Palace in San Lorenzo. Five tanks stopped at the door of the Presidential Palace, which was almost as magnificent as Pennsylvania Avenue, in accordance with emergency procedures. Three tanks turned on their tracks and started to rush towards the Presidential Hotel.
This is my home turf.
Daniel Whitehall sneered and gave direct authorization: "If you spot the enemy, open fire immediately."
Someone was carrying out terrorist activities in his area, and it was reasonable for him to fight back.
He has been operating in this place for so many years, and the army is his private army and his last line of defense.
Civilian casualties?
We must condemn, condemn the terrorists.
A group of untouchables, just right, it saves him from replacing one village at a time. After this time, he must completely complete the replacement of the less than one-third left. Completely completing this is the great ideal of my country.
Since coming out of the cloning base, Dr. Merrick didn't know that he had built his own cloning base here to clone himself and the citizens who were subconsciously loyal to him.
and...
What he did was far more than just simple cloning. The Daniel Whitehall outside was him, and the Daniel Whitehall here was also him. As long as he wanted, everyone he cloned could be him.
Lake's clone fired gunfire and rushed out of the hotel.
Just then.
"fire!"
"boom!"
The eleven clones returned to the hotel instantly, and the shells landed at the door of the hotel with a bang, accompanied by a sound like an earthquake, and directly blew a big hole.
What a quick response.
Lake raised his eyebrows, and with a thought, he took his eleven clones back to the stairs. The speed of the eleven clones was as fast as ghosts, and they appeared on the top floor of the hotel in less than five seconds.
Bang!
Lake kicked open the top protective net.
Do you know what it means that ordinary players can only call paying players "grandpa" when they meet them?
have no idea?
I'll tell you today.
"On the roof!"
"Boom!"
The tanks on the street began to rotate their gun barrels and adjust their shooting angles, preparing to aim at the roofs and start shooting.
"bite!"
A coin was directly in Lake's hand.
Short sell!
Land!
Lake aimed at the tank on the street from a high position. The coin began to fall, and when it was level with his right hand, he fired directly with his thumb!
overtake!
Electromagnetic gun!
Boom!
Twelve electromagnetic cannons blasted out instantly with brilliant light, and at the moment of the round, they turned into three.
The tanks over there also opened fire directly!
but...
There is a barren effect.
Boom!
Three powerful super-electromagnetic cannons hit the tank instantly, making a big hole in the tank in an instant, and the cannons continued to move forward, creating a very regular circular deep hole on the ground along the track.
The beginning is the end.
If a player who spends money on a game doesn't play a peerless assassin but plays an ordinary assassin, then what's the point of spending money on the game?
"What?"
Lake had an idea and glanced at the drone hovering about 500 meters away. Wearing a specially made V mask, Lake made a throat-cutting gesture and then drew his gun with his right hand.
Bang!
The drone was shot down instantly.
In the presidential palace, Daniel Whitehorn stood up from his luxurious presidential chair, his face gloomy, almost gritting his teeth: "Kill these people at all costs."
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