boom!

The black pickup, like a real man never looks back at the explosion, was 120 miles away, heading towards the small town of Vega, which is 70 kilometers away.

"Oh My God!"

In the Stark Industrial Building, Tony Stark grew up and recalled the scene he had just seen through the satellite.

The car rotates.

Lake gets off.

Three shots exploded the helicopter.

Get in the car again.

Cars speed up.

Silky!

Silky from beginning to end!

and……

Tony Stark just recalled the scene that happened in the past five seconds, and felt an inexplicable surging blood, which was a sign of the passionate blood.

"Jarvis."

"Sir."

"Have you notified the DHS?"

"It has been notified that the land agents and local police in the small town of Vega have rushed to pick them up."

"Okay, let me intercept what just happened from Lake to the end of the battle."

"……yes!"

Compared to the passionate Tony Stark, the New York Homeland Security Agency and Hydra are more angry.

Someone was actually blatantly pretending to attack the senior director of the Department of Homeland Security on the local area?

All helicopters were dispatched, and this did not kill Lake Edwin?

"Bang!"

In an office at Hydra cloning base, Dr. McRick, who was wearing glasses pretending to be a sage, also saw the scene that had just happened, and was so shocked that he dropped his wine glass from his hand to the ground and shattered.

The difference is that Dr. McRick looks at it from the perspective of a helicopter, belonging to the perspective of death.

Three shots exploded the plane?

What do you think you are doing?

Make a movie?

The most important point.

Dr. McRick swallowed, took the satellite phone on the desktop and called.

"How about it?"

Daniel Whiteho, who was playing golf in his own golf course at a Paris manor, received the satellite phone number handed over by his entourage and said happily: "Tell me that he is dead."

A mere ordinary person, no matter what, he should be damned.

Dr. McRick was silent.

Daniel Whitehoe frowned as he heard the breathing on the phone and said in a deep voice: "What's going on?"

Dr. McRick said: "Sir, sorry, the mission failed."

"How could it be?"

"John Wick."

"That retired killer?"

"Yes."

Dr. McRick threw the blame away and said, "Originally, our people were waiting in the hangar, just waiting for the two targets to get on the car together and then solve the problem. John Wick did not follow him together. We were worried that the action would be exposed, so we let John Wick leave. Unexpectedly, when we were about to solve Lake Edwin, the guy emerged from somewhere and rescued Lake Edwin."

This is the truth.

Selective truth.

Daniel Whiteho took a deep breath: "Where is Dr. Will Wick now?"

Dr. McRick stared at the little red dots in the computer screen: "We have already controlled it."

“…I don’t want to hear bad news.”

"clear."

Dr. McRick quietly wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said to Daniel Whitehoe on the other end of the phone as if he was a guarantee letter.

Daniel Whitehoe said aloud, then said, "By the way, our Berlin MP friend, how is Stark Weather's heart nurturing? He will arrive there tonight and perform surgery on him as soon as possible."

Dr. McRick nodded: "It's mature and can be done at any time."

Daniel Whiteho hung up the phone directly, handed the satellite phone in his hand to his entourage, and then took the golf bat from the hand of the caddy next to him.

but……

What's going on with this sudden loss of interest?

Daniel Whiteho frowned and looked at the caddie who was smiling at him next to him.

"Are you laughing at me?"

“…”

The caddie looked confused.

Next second.

boom!

The caddie screamed and covered his head and fell to the ground.

"Make you laugh!"

"Make you laugh!"

"laugh!"

Daniel Whiteho took a few breaths, watching the caddie who was lying on the ground and had no breath and had rotten watermelons on her head. She threw away the golf club, took the white towel handed over by the servant, wiped the blood from her hands, and walked out of the golf course.

He needs to go swimming and be quiet.

The expressionless servant followed Daniel Whitehoe. After Daniel Whitehoe left the golf course, two cold-looking Hydra agents walked to the side of the dead caddie, and skillfully put the caddie into the body bag.

Outside Vega Town.

Five black SUVs and four police cars successfully received Lake, driving a black pickup full of bullet holes.

The real Director Caryland ran quickly to Lake: "Oh, thank goodness, you're fine, Director Edwin."

Lake smiled and shook hands with Carylan, confirming that this was a veteran who had been holding a gun for at least nine years and said, "I'm fine, obviously, they're going to have something to do."

Now it's gone.

Not to mention that Lake didn't give Hydra a chance to correct their mistakes, it's a pity that they're gone.

Now, no one or anything can stop Lake from getting angry.

This time.

Either Hydra hand over Daniel Whitehoe obediently, or Hydra is just waiting to be killed directly!

transfer.

Go back on the road.

At this time, Lake's old-fashioned flip phone rang again.

"explain!"

"Sir, are you okay?"

“…What do you think.”

Tiffany, who was at the New York Land Operations Center, looked at David, who was furious and asked the Land Satellite to immediately cover Texas' deputy director, and said carefully: "When you got off the plane, our satellite suddenly deviated from orbit. Moreover, when you called you, the signal on your side seemed to be blocked and just recovered."

If Stark Industries hadn't shared Stark's satellite data with them in time, they probably wouldn't have known about the attack on the senior New York State supervisor.

In the small town of Vega.

Inside the temporary office of the Homeland Security Agency.

Lake got out of the car and took John Wick into the office. Before entering the house, the Caryland Operations Supervisor instructed eight or nine land agents to guard the door.

Inside the house.

Lake was familiar with the invitation of John Wick to sit down and walk to the wine cabinets in the temporary office. After all, this temporary office was requisitioned a local bar as the temporary office.
To be continued...