Lake frowned and looked at the locals who were talking.

Black suit.

Black sunglasses?

Man in black?

Lake was a little dazed. Listening to the conversation between these people, it seemed that this special person was describing the man in black.

The table for locals.

"Black suits must be agents from the authorities. Those guys like to be cool like this the most."

"Definitely not."

"Why are you so sure?"

"hey-hey."

The local man who broke the news smiled when his companions were interested and said, "Did you forget that my wife's uncle's son works in our police station?"

Companions: "…"

The locals who broke the news continued to whistleblower, saying that the day after the explosion in the Victor Manor in the suburbs, a group of black suits entered their local police station, and then their director came out to explain and asked all police officers to obey the instructions of the leader's black suit.

besides.

"It is said that hundreds of corpses were found at the explosion site, but all of them were bagged and there was no autopsy. They arrived at the small airport outside the city as soon as possible and were loaded into an airplane and flew away."

"Didn't you notice that there are so many planes flying over the past few days?"

“…”

The locals who broke the news said it was very mysterious, but when others heard the brokers say there were hundreds of corpses, they subconsciously thought that this guy was bragging again.

Hundreds?

How many people are there in Budapest?

and……

If hundreds of people really died, wouldn’t the families of the hundreds of people notice anything? Just thinking about it will be impossible.

Therefore, the companion who was already a little impatient with this expired topic waved his hand and simply interrupted the whistleblower's continued speech and issued an ultimatum. He was talking about this expired topic and broke off his friendship directly.

The whistleblower opened his mouth. He spent a lot of money to know from his wife's uncle's son. He wanted to take it out and share it with them, but it turned out like this?

What I said is true.

The whistleblower's expression was a little inexplicable. Accompanied by the sound of a wind chime in a cafe, the whistleblower was suddenly stunned, and then he whispered to a man in suit and a beautiful woman with a very hot figure who came in at the door: "Look at the door, that man, I have seen it from a distance these days. He and that woman appeared at the explosion scene of the suburban manor."

Several companions looked up one after another.

Lake also became curious and looked up at the door.

Next second.

Lake realized it.

All right.

It is not the black organization that likes to wear black clothes. There is also a workshop-style organization similar to the black organization but does not even have a name. It has always likes to wear black clothes.

Land Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau.

AKA!

S.E.L.D.

If it is ASCH, it would be very reasonable.

The federal investigation power is not obvious. Russia and the Eastern Kingdoms just provide funds and have no intention to let SHIELD enter their borders. Therefore, the places where SHIELD can be active are Europe and Africa.

What is the Alexander Covinus that is not clear about the ASUS in London? It is reasonable for SHIELD to come over.

Colson and Natasha entered the cafe, looked around and instantly fell on Lake who was looking at them not far away.

The two approached.

A group of local police officers followed directly and said directly to the guests and boss in the cafe: "Hand in charge of the case, go out, go out!"

The police officer was aggressive.

After a while.

The people in the cafe, including the boss, were all blown out, and the local police officers walked out of the cafe with expressionless expressions.

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Colson reached out to Lake with a smile: "Mr. Black King."

Lake glanced at the friendship hand that Colson handed over, and did not hold it: "Is there anything?"

Colson didn't care, turned the handshake action into a thing to take out his ID card from his arms: "Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau, Senior Agent, Phil Colson."

Lake's eyes fell on Colson and fell on Natasha who was a little hostile to him: "Madam, have we seen it?"

Natasha said a date with a blank expression.

That date.

It was Lake who killed himself...the ex-girlfriend Molin.

Lake heard it and said oh, "I remembered it. At that time, you seemed to be next to my target."

Natasha said in a deep voice: "So, do you admit that you assassinated our agents?"

Lake smiled and said, "What about the evidence? Is there any evidence?"

"What you just said."

"Sorry, I've always liked lying."

“I have a problem.”

"Please say it."

"Who paid for you to do this."

"Ha ha."

Lake laughed twice, never going to see Natasha again, and looked directly at Colson, with an arc on his lips: "You came from the Federation all the way to ask me about this?"

Colson glanced at Natasha, gestured for a moment, and then said to Lake: "Mr. Black King, we came for the explosion in the Victor Manor in the suburb a few days ago."

Lake tilted his head: "The suburban manor exploded. Sorry, I haven't been to that place. I'm afraid I can't help you any more."

After saying that.

Lake stood up directly, sat opposite him, and stood up as he kept looking at the little cotton-padded jacket who had not chosen to interrupt.

The police officer guarding the door stopped Lake and then looked at Colson.

Colson nodded.

Police officers let them go.

Lake turned his head and looked at Colson. Without any movement, he left the cafe with his little cotton jacket.

Inside the cafe.

Natasha frowned and turned around, looking at Lake and Catherine who were leaving outside: "Just let him go?"

Colson sighed: "Natasha, if the information is true, we can't stop it even if we want to stop it, but at least we have confirmed one thing."

"What?"

"This black king is indeed here."

“…”

On the train to the castle.

Lake supported his chin with one hand, his eyes thoughtful.

It is not a secret that the Black King came here, but he has never been to Victor Manor. Even if SHIELD knew that he was here, there was no reason to be so sure that the explosion in Victor Manor was related to him.

Let’s talk about it again.

Victor Manor directly exploded and destroyed 99% of the things inside, books, and vampire secrets.

The Council already knows the existence of vampires and werewolfs, and also acquiesced to these two extraordinary races living on the earth. As long as these two races keep their concealment secret, it is good. Therefore, even if books or something are taken away, the Council can only help them hide it.

after all……

Compared with vampires and werewolfs, the Council is actually the one who is most afraid of the exposure of vampires and werewolfs. Just a race that can survive by hiding from the sun is enough to make many people go crazy.

After all, even in the human world, night owls occupy a lot.

But this is not the point.

Catherine sat opposite her little cotton jacket, looked at the thoughtful Lake, and spoke out curiously: "Dadly, who were those two people just now?"

Lake came back to his senses and smiled: "Bad guy."
To be continued...