"hehe!"

Lake chuckled, and then, under the gaze of Colson and Natasha, leaned against the sofa cushion behind him, stretched out his hands, spread out towards the two of them, made a look like you were caught, and shrugged, "Okay, I admit, this helicopter is mine."

Colson and Natasha looked at each other and were confused again.

That's so simple?

Just admit it nakedly?

After getting these two photos, they did all kinds of work before visiting, but now it is useless.

Natasha said suspiciously: "Then Zeus?"

Lake shrugged without caring: "After all, I am a foreigner. There are so many big players on Wall Street. Be careful and subtle. It is normal to take a small trumpet. Why? You two of you are not here to come to me specifically for this matter."

It is only a matter of time before identity is exposed.

Zeus was him. When Mikaela had contacted S.H.E.L.D., his identity was almost revealed, and he was not that bad.

Let’s talk about it again.

What does it mean to be dark under the lamp? This is what makes them believe that he is Zeus, so will he still think of himself as the God of Miracle?

Very simple psychology.

Colson came back to his senses and shook his head, pointing to the photo of the annihilist flying at the forty-five degrees angle and organizing the language, saying, "Can I ask, why does Mr. Reese appear in this photo?"

Lake smiled and stared at Colson: "Agent Colson, since you can come to the door, don't know why a rich man like me appears there? Please, my time is precious, so why should I open the skylight and say something straight and give you five questions. After answering, my lawyer will come."

Colson smiled and said directly: "Does the Victor incident have anything to do with Mr. Reese?"

Lake's expression was faint: "I am an investor. Since I have invested in Victor Industry, I naturally hope that Victor Industry can bring me profits as soon as possible. If you ask me if I am the new funder of Victor Industry, it is obvious that I am, as for the person you ask me if I control Ridrichards and that stone? Let's say so, the law has proved who is right and who is wrong."

Said.

Lake spread his hands again and made a move. It was not his fault anyway, he was just a shrewd investor.

Natasha asked, “Does Mr. Reese know the truth about the Mysterious Island Cloning Company?”

Lake nodded: "Of course, after all, this involves a 200 million yuan investment. I am an investor, so naturally I have to understand what I invest in."

Colson asked the third question: "Does Mr. Reese know who the intruder is?"

Lake smiled and said, "If you ask me if I know their identity, I'm sorry, I don't know, but if you ask me if I've met them, I've met them once when the plane took off."

Colson's eyes lit up: "Can Mr. Reese help us with personal portrait drawing?"

Lake shrugged: "Since I plan to settle in New York, of course, I will definitely help where I can assist law enforcement agencies."

Colson thanked him and began to wonder if they had all misunderstood Lake's previous guess to Siberia.

After all, their previous speculations were that the person who saved Victor Industry behind the scenes should have had a grudge with Ridrichards and others in the past, but now Lake answers so honestly

For a moment, Colson was confused by Lake who answered so straightforwardly, and he forgot what he wanted to ask today.

Before they came here, they got two photos and determined that Lake was there before something happened to the outlet.

They want to affirm this matter, and now, this matter is affirmed.

What after?

What should I do after sure?

If this were a civilian, I would just take it away and ask questions, but a rich man, and a rich man from Britain, was also a rich man.

Maybe something will happen if this happens.

Colson thought, and was about to get up and say goodbye, and waited to report to Washington Sanfei headquarters to what to do.

Thinking.

Colson came back to his senses and smiled at Lake, "Thank you"

Not finished speaking.

Natasha, who was sitting next to her, said, "Mr. Reese, did you take anyone to leave when you left on the plane?"

After saying that.

Natasha stared at the expression on Lake's face with bright eyes.

Lake looked surprised: "You all know this?"

Colson's movement of lifting half of his butt stopped immediately, and he also looked at Natasha for some reason.

When Natasha heard Lake's affirmative answer, she was slightly stunned and asked, "I need to take that person away."

Lake asked, "Agent Roshman knows?"

Colson also looked at Natasha curiously.

Natasha nodded and said, "In fact, that person is an undercover agent of our FBI."

Lake nodded suddenly and realized: "No wonder she has such good skills."

Colson was still completely confused.

Undercover?

What kind of undercover agent?

When did our SHIELD send an undercover agent? Could it be that Natasha finally made a counterattack and occupied the position he always thought he was in their boss’s heart?

Colson was imaginative and uncomfortable.

Natasha nodded and said, "Yes, Mr. Reese, can the undercover agent you rescued be returned to us?"

Lake nodded and said, "Of course."

Natasha's face was delighted.

Next second.

Lake smiled and said, "But she is not here with me."

Natasha's face collapsed, and a hundred thoughts turned to her heart.

Lake suddenly smiled and said, "Because your undercover was injured, after I returned to New York, I had sent someone to the New Amsterdam Hospital. After all, I am an investor who values ​​my own **, and I don't want to be disturbed by law enforcement agencies every few days because of a murder case."

Said.

Lake stood up, took out the paper and pen from the bar, wrote down the bed where Clonnatasha was located, and walked over and handed it to Natasha.

Natasha took the note: "Thank you."

Lake smiled and said, "No need to thank you. In fact, if it weren't for the person's appearance, maybe I wouldn't have brought it on the plane. By the way, can I ask, is this undercover agent your sister or sister?"

Natasha's expression narrowed: "Sister, twin sister."

Lake nodded, pointed to Bourbon on the bar and said to Colson: "Agent Colson, don't drink a glass of wine before leaving?"

Colson, who got up and had a lot of problems, waved his hand and said, "Sorry, you can't drink alcohol during work."

Lake smiled and said, "It's so regretful."

Colson reached out to Lake: "Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Reese, I will send an agent to you to paint."

Lake shook hands and smiled, "I like you guys who can protect my **, and it's a pleasant cooperation between everyone."

Colson nodded: "Of course."
Chapter completed!