"Oh, what is that."

"I will destroy the mutual aid club that wants to steal your son first."

“…”

The atmosphere of the booth is a little quiet.

When Carlos heard this, he put away the smile on his face and looked at Lake with a smile on his face. His mind seemed to be shocked for a while, as if he was replaying what Lake said just now.

Lake smiled and said, "How about it, I'll do this first, I'm done, you're paying to protect your son's normal life, how about it?"

Carlos heard it clearly this time.

but.

It was precisely because he heard it clearly that Carlos looked directly at Lake, and there seemed to be a hint of anger on his face: "Are you here to tease me?"

Lake's expression remained unchanged: "You think it's too late, I don't sleep, I just came over to make fun of you."

Carlos nodded: "So, you're a lunatic."

Lake shook his head: "I have a certificate issued by the hospital. Of course, if you want me to do such a thing, you need to give me some information about the mutual aid association, which is a textile factory, just handwritten it."

A member of the once defected killer came to prove that the Mutual Aid Association was a textile factory.

This is a solid proof.

If that doesn't count, Lake thinks that it must be something shameful about Superintendent Montgomery and Mutual Aid. Lake is ready to catch the police station borers.

"and……"

Lake looked at Carlos: "There are no regulations in mainland hotels, and killers are not allowed to kill another killer organization."

Yes.

This is an open loophole.

Killers cannot betray the organization, but killers from different organizations can kill another killer organization, but most people don’t expect to operate like this.

Carlos frowned and looked at Lake in front of him with a blank expression.

Lake looked at the watch in his hand and it was almost ten o'clock. He didn't know that his girlfriend didn't call him again. If he called him, he ran to Xingchen Building without answering him. He wanted to explain it again.

quite a while.

Carlos pursed his eyes: "Okay, what kind of information do you want?"

Lake touched his chin: "Just write by hand, just write about how the mutual aid club uses the textile factory as a cover to make shameful hookups, and then write down your personal information."

Said.

Lake waved to the bartender, and said to Carlos when he was waiting for the bartender to come, "It's fine after writing. If you don't believe it, you can pay attention to the location of the New York Police Department at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning. If you are afraid of being ambushed, then you can watch from afar. After I finish, we will meet here and conduct the next transaction, but the transaction items at that time need to be replaced."

Carlos said, "What to change?"

Lake smiled and said, "Your bounty!"

Carlos: "…"

By that time, after Lake held the mutual aid association, the mainland hotel would intervene and directly issued a reward order to Carlos. The mainland hotel doesn't care about anything else. Who made Carlos a traitor killer? Even if the mutual aid association was attacked by the police station, the mainland hotel would not let a traitor killer live well.

So Carlos will still face a reward wanted from a mainland hotel, which is a reward worth 2 million yuan. Lake can make money after thinking about it.

Wow.

I'm going to have a fat rhythm.

Lake was already fantasizing about the arrival of getting rich that night.

11:00 pm.

Lake, wearing glasses, returned to the Star Building.

Open the door.

As expected.

Sitting on the sofa, wearing glasses, Molin looked at a psychological book in his hand and looked at Lake who was walking in from outside and said, "Where have you been?"

Lake turned and closed the door: "I'll go to the bar with Bob to have a drink. That guy is leaving New York in a few days."

Bob Lee Swag.

During his time in the army, Lake's comrades carried guns together, cough cough cough cough cough cough together, and carried out two overseas combat missions together, enlisted earlier than Lake and retired later than Lake.

Morin took off his glasses, walked to Lake, took Lake's blazer, sniffed it, and then said, "Is it your comrade-in-arms in the seal?"

Lake nodded, walked to the bar, looked at his cell phone on the bar, clicked on it, raised his eyebrows: "Twelve phone calls, I thought you were not here today."

Morin definitely has some desire for control.

After the passionate love period, Lake looked up at Morin, laughed, and thought to himself.

Morin rolled his eyes: "You have had a gunfight today."

Lake said: "So, I don't need psychological counseling."

Free America, gunfight every day.

This is the main theme of the United States.

Morin sat down on the barrest and looked at Lake who poured himself a drink of Bourbon and said, "Do you talk about what happened today first?"

Lake thought for a while and shook his head: "There is nothing to talk about, justice will eventually defeat evil."

"I'm not talking about this."

"Which is that?"

"I heard you and Montgomery applied for a search of the textile factory?"

"Um."

Lake looked at his girlfriend who was not going out for the field but was extremely well-informed and shrugged, "What's wrong?"

Morin frowned and said, "If you don't have any evidence, it's best not to act without permission. That textile factory is not only related to the Disabled Persons' Federation, but also to the mayor and the governor."

It is said that the reason why the current mayor of New York can defeat his competitors is because the stockholders of the Disabled Persons' Federation were in charge, because Sloan, the director of the textile factory, appeared at a fundraising party.

Lake wanted to laugh: "God, you speak almost exactly the same as Montgomery."

Morin's face was serious: "That's because Montgomery told me that he knows your character and Montgomery believes you, but you need to be more careful when dealing with such an organization. Once you act recklessly, the pressure above will directly make you lose everything."

This is reality.

After all, this is a capital country. If you have money, you have everything. You have power... you can't beat the rich.

Lake sneered.

Lose everything.

Everything about Lake now is achieved through himself from scratch. Although he is just a part-time job, it is also earned by Lake. Whoever dares to take it away will Lake chop off.

Morin frowned: "Lack, what I'm talking about is real. You must not act rashly in this matter."

Lake nodded and said perfunctorily: "Okay."

Morin stressed again: “I’m talking serious.”

After all, Molin is Lake's girlfriend, and she is too clear about Lake's personality. Naturally, she knows that Lake's words are very perfunctory. And even if there is no bonus to her girlfriend's identity, Molin's professional bonus for psychotherapist is enough to see that Lake does not take her words to heart.

Morin sighed and said, "Do you know why an anonymous letter suspended you from investigating?"
Chapter completed!