interesting.

Lake put down the phone and laughed.

Jin Bing's phone call came to make friends, and at the same time, he also expressed his relationship network. In his relationship network, one of his friends also happened to be Lake's friend.

The enemy is a friend.

Friends, no doubt, are even more friends.

Lake said to Rachel beside him, "I'll go out."

Rachel nodded: "Okay."

Lake went out and directly called the California Department of Homeland Security and asked his friends there to draw a group of operation teams from the Los Angeles office to cooperate with his operations.

soon.

When Lake drove to the edge of the race car, an armored vehicle was already waiting at the intersection.

Lake got out of the car directly, followed Adam, the leader of the operation team in the Los Angeles office, and shook hands, and then said briefly: "Enter the door, resist and shoot directly. If something goes wrong, I'll fight."

Adam nodded: "Okay."

Anyway, they received the order to cooperate with Lake, and with Lake's words, they were even more mentally prepared.

Lake brought his headset: "Say!"

At the Land Building in New York, Tiffany, assistant who used real-time satellite monitoring, signaled to the land agent to zoom, and glanced at it and replied: "Sir, from the satellite map, there is indeed a sky blue Porsche Cayenne parked in the backyard, and several people are operating near the vehicle."

Lake nodded, opened the car door and said to Adam and others: "Operation."

Adam and others also got on the bus quickly.

Yes.

Sky blue.

It was obvious that when his car came over, someone took the time to dye it.

The news was sent by Jin. If it was true, it wouldn't matter if Lake made him a friend. If it was fake, Lake could guarantee that he would lead his troops to flatten the Hell's Kitchen directly.

Buzz!

The armored vehicle was the first to dock at the door of the edge racing car.

With a bang.

The armored vehicle was opened, and Adam led his team and rushed out of the armored vehicle directly.

"Dog!"

"boom!"

“DHS!”

"Squat down!"

"Squat down!"

Adam led the team and rushed directly into the store of the edge racing. He roared and signaled that several staff members in the store to raise their hands high. At the same time, he led people to quickly advance towards the backyard.

Just then.

The store manager, holding his hands high, found the right time, and ran to the left with a soothing sound, ready to escape from here.

"Bang!"

"ah!"

Lake walked in from outside with a blank expression and glanced at the shopkeeper who was shot in the knee: "Where do you want to go?"

At the same time.

There was a fire in the backyard.

But the firefight is fast and the end is fast.

By the time Lake walked to the backyard, five bodies were already lying on the ground, and another young man, pointed at a gun and holding an FBI badge in his hand.

"Um?"

Lake looked at the acquaintance Brian O'Connor, who was kneeling on the ground and holding the federal badge with his hands high, frowned: "FBI, what are you doing here?"

Said.

Lake didn't want Brian to speak, his eyes fell on the sky blue Porsche Cayenne in his sight.

Open the cockpit.

Lake bent down, glanced at the bottom of the console, found his mark, and felt relieved.

Old guy, I finally found you.

If this car cannot be found, there is no doubt that it will become a stain on Lake's life. As the saying goes, the car of the senior director of the Department of Homeland Security was stolen and it was still impossible to find it?

If this matter is spread, it will be disgraced.

only……

Who can do this to dye my car?

While Lake breathed a sigh of relief, he looked at the car in front of him that had changed from pure white to sky blue, and another anger arose in his heart.

Just then.

Wow wow wow wow!

The alarm ringing outside was loud.

Lake said without looking back: "Adam."

Adam nodded, greeted the two team members, turned around and walked outside, preparing to contact the local police.

Lake caressed his lost car and was glad.

After a while.

Adam brought the local sheriff and... to visit his federal agent Billy Kings last night.

After Billy Kings walked in, he saw that undercover Brian O'Connor was still alive, and immediately said to Lake with his back to him: "Edwin..."

Lake didn't look back and stroked his car: "This car, more than ten days ago, was the one I stolen in New York."

"……What?"

Billy Kings was stunned. He immediately held back his stomach when he wanted to blame him, and he felt that he could not say anything.

But Lake didn't plan to let him go.

Lake turned around, glanced at Brian O'Connor holding the badge, and then said to Billy Kings blankly: "Agent Kings, can you explain to me why, next to my car, there is an agent from the FBI who belongs to the one who is in the market, telling me that I'm curious."

Mad.

Collusion between inside and outside?

Lake also did this kind of thing when he was at the New York Police Department. Although it was rare, it had done it. At this moment, Lake had already figured out what kind of PY trading scenes the FBI and this car dealer have.

No wonder.

No wonder any law enforcement officer in Los Angeles drives a sports car. Looking at New York law enforcement officers, it is rare to drive a brand new bridge car.

It turns out that the problem is here.

Good guy.

No wonder Los Angeles is a transit station called a black car. This is so terrible.

Billy Kings listened to Lake's words and hurriedly said, "Agent Brian O'Connor is here to carry out an undercover mission."

Lake said oh, looking at Brian: "I've seen you, is that right?"

Brian nodded quickly.

Lake laughed loudly and called the California FBI Director directly in front of Billy Kings.

The phone is connected.

"Good noon, old man."

"Good noon, Lake, how about it? I'll stay in Los Angeles for a few days. I'll go back in about half a month."

"Then we probably won't meet."

"That's a pity."

Lake smiled, and after a few greetings, he found his car, but next to his car, there was a federal agent who was said to be an undercover agent next to him: "I will take the man back first, it's not his business. I will release him, but if I find out, I won't be ruthless. Old man, I will definitely investigate this matter to the end."

Who stole it?

Who dyed it?

Who received the goods?

Planning to go to the sales there.
To be continued...