Lake frowned and looked at the locals who were talking.

Black suit.

Black sunglasses?

Man in black?

Lake was in a daze. Hearing these people's conversations, it seemed, as if, this particular meow was describing the people in black.

The local table.

"The black suit must be an agent of the authorities. Those guys like to be so cool."

"surely not."

"Why are you so sure?"

"Hehe."

The local who broke the news saw that his companions came to be interested, he hehe smiled, and then said: "You forgot, my wife's brother's uncle's son works in our police station?"

Companions: "..."

The locals who broke the news kept breaking the news, saying that a group of black suits entered their local police station the day after the explosion in Victor Manor in the suburbs, and then their chief came out and asked all the police officers. Follow the instructions of the leader in the black suit.

and also.

"It is said that hundreds of corpses were found at the scene of the explosion, but these corpses were all packed in bags without autopsy. They were directly transported to the small airport outside the city and loaded into an airplane directly. gone."

"Have you not noticed that there are so many planes flying in the past few days?"

"..."

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

Hundreds?

The total population of Budapest is only a few people.

and……

If hundreds of people really died, wouldn't the families of those hundreds of people notice anything? Think about it, you know it's impossible.

Therefore, the companion who was originally a little impatient with this expired topic directly waved his hand, simply and rudely interrupted the continuous speech of the informant to issue an ultimatum, and directly broke off friendship while discussing this expired topic.

The person who broke the news opened his mouth. This is what he learned from his wife's brother's uncle's son only after the blood was spent. He wanted to share it with them, so it became like this?

What I said is true.

The face of the person who broke the news was a little inexplicable. With the wind bell of a guest pushing the door in the coffee shop, the person who broke the news was suddenly taken aback, and then he screamed at several of his partners, and concealedly moved towards a suit that came in at the door. The man and a very hot beautiful woman whispered: "Look at the door, the man, I have seen it from a distance these days, he and the woman appeared at the explosion site of the suburban manor."

Several companions looked up one after another.

Lake was also curious and looked up at the door.

Next second.

Lake realized.

Ok.

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

National Land Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau.

AKA!

S.H.I.E.L.D..

If it were Aegis, it would be very reasonable.

The federal investigative power does not appear on the surface of Aegis. Russia and the Eastern countries simply provide funds and have no intention of allowing S.H.I.E.L.D. to enter their borders. Therefore, the areas where S.H.I.

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It's unclear what Alexander Corvinus has about the Aegis of London. S.H.I.E.L.D. is very reasonable.

Coleson and Natasha entered the coffee shop and looked around for a while, and instantly fell on Lake who was looking at them not far away.

The two approached.

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

The police officer was fierce.

After a while.

Everyone in the cafe, including the owner, was blasted out, followed by the local police officers who walked out of the cafe blankly.

Colson stretched out his hand towards Lake with a smile: "Mr. Black King."

Lake glanced at the hand of friendship that Coleson handed over, and didn't shake it: "Something?"

Coleson didn't care. He turned the handshake into a fetching action, and took out his ID from his arms: "The National Land Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Security Bureau, senior agent, Phil Coleson."

Lake's gaze fell on Coulson, and on Natasha who was hostile to him: "Madam, have we seen it?"

Natasha gave a date without expression.

That date.

It was the day when Lake killed himself... ex-girlfriend Maureen.

Lake heard it and said, "I remember, at the time, you seemed to be right next to my goal."

Natasha said solemnly: "So, do you admit that you assassinated our agent?"

Lake smiled and said, "Where is the evidence, is there any evidence?"

"You just said."

"Sorry, I have always liked lying."

"I have a question."

"Please speak."

"Who paid for you to do this."

"Haha."

Lake laughed twice and never looked at Natasha again. He looked directly at Coleson, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "You came all the way from the Federation just to ask me about this?"

Coulson glanced at Natasha, motioned for a moment, and then said to Lake: "Mr. Black King, we came here for the bombing of Victor Manor in the suburbs 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 much."

Finished.

Lake got up and sat on the opposite side, watching the little padded jacket, who had not chosen to interrupt, also got up.

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

Coulson nodded.

The police officer let go.

Lake turned his head and glanced at Coleson, without any movement, left the cafe with his little padded jacket.

Inside the cafe.

Natasha frowned, turned around, and looked at Lake and Catherine who had left outside: "Just let him go?"

Coleson sighed: "Natasha, if the intelligence is true, we can't stop it even if we want to stop it, but at least we have certain things."

"what?"

"This black king is indeed here."

"..."

On the train to the castle.

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

It is not a secret that the Black King is here, but he has never been to Victor Manor. Even if S.H.I.E.L.D. knows that he is here, there is no reason to be so sure that the Victor Manor explosion has something to do with him.

Let's talk about it again.

Victor Manor directly exploded and destroyed 99% of all the things in it, such as books, and vampire secrets.

The Security Council already knew about the existence of vampires and werewolves, and acquiesced in the existence of these two extraordinary races on the earth, as long as these two races kept their concealment a secret, so even if books or something were taken away , The Security Council can only help them hide.

after all……

Compared with vampires and werewolves, in fact, the Council is most afraid of exposure of vampires and werewolves. It is just an immortal race, even if it is a race that can survive from the sun, it is enough to drive many people crazy.

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

But this is not the point.

Catherine, the little padded jacket, sat opposite, looked at the pensive Lake, and said a little curiously: "Daddy, who were those two people just now?"

Lake returned to his senses and smiled: "Bad guy."

Catherine blinked.

Lake said to his little padded jacket: "If you see them in the future, or have the same temperament as them, don't pay attention to them. If they pester you, kill them directly, understand?"

Catherine nodded earnestly: "Remember, Daddy."

Lake smiled.

Compared to S.H.I.E.L.D., Lake still likes to deal with Hydra. At the very least, Hydra respects him very much. So far, if Hydra’s respect is calculated in terms of money, it is one hundred and two hundred. It's tens of thousands.

Take a look.

This is the so-called respect, the respect that can be seen with the naked eye.

How about S.H.I.E.L.D.?

Ah.

I flew up embezzled, and then did the kidnapping with other people, such as those non-staff agents, with the same dream and morality.

Nonsence.

Back to the castle.

Catherine pulled a group of shopping bags from her four-dimensional pocket, blinked, and with a trace of excitement, walked toward the basement to prepare to show it off in front of her stupid brother.

Lake grabbed Emilia's satellite phone.

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The call is connected.

Lake is straight to the point: "Just now, Coleson and Natasha found me, what's the matter."

Liszt on the other end of the phone was obviously taken aback, thinking that Lake was here to inquire about the crime, and hurriedly said: "Mr. Black King, I swear to God that we will never betray you."

Lake laughed, realizing that there was something wrong with his words, and said, "I know it's not you. I want to ask if you have received any news."

Liszt said, "Can you give me some time, Mr. Black King."

Lake said yes, and he called after two hours, and then he hung up.

Emilia walked out of the study.

"what's happenin?"

"A more troublesome institution just entered the game."

Emilia was taken aback for a moment, and then looked a little funny and some weirdly at Lake: "For you, is there a more troublesome institution?"

Lake shrugged: "It depends on the owner to hit the dog, especially since there are five owners behind that dog."

Five people keep a dog.

wrong.

It should be raised by two clouds, two together and one family.

The Eastern Kingdom and Russia contribute money, and the cloud raises them.

France and the United Kingdom pay, and part of the dog is in their home.

United States……

The United States is the actual owner of S.H.I.E.L.D.. After all, the headquarters of S.H.I.

Emilia thought for a while, then looked at Lake: "What kind of national strategic defense...what game?"

Lake raised his eyebrows and looked at Emilia. He wanted to ask how Emilia knew, but he changed his words: "Have you dealt with them?"

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