Lake stood at the window with a smile, staring at the entry prosecutor inside, and said his name and profession with a smile.

Although Lake is still Lake.

But in the eyes of this entry prosecutor, there is no doubt that Lake is not Lake, but the person on the London passport in his hand.

Dr. Charles Francis Xavier from Oxford University.

Lake arrived in Belgium fifteen days ago and did not enter here directly because the processing time for this fake certificate took half a month to complete.

actually……

The ID was obtained by Lake from his friend of M16 the next day, but it took time to connect the ID to the Internet. If you don’t do this, it’s really true, but as long as the other party checks it, you will be exposed.

For example, now.

bite!

The inbound prosecutor looked at the information that appeared on the computer, put away the alert in his heart, and smiled and handed the document to Lake: "I wish you a wonderful day."

Lake took the ID and smiled and said, "So too."

After saying that.

Lake left the checkpoint with his backpack on his backpack. After walking out of the checkpoint, he looked at the blue sky and white clouds in the distance. There was no doubt that he had already set foot on the land of San Norrenzo.

Daniel Whitehoe will also usher in the end of his life.

Lake looked at the direction of the Presidential Palace in San Norrenzo, and the corners of his mouth slightly curved.

In the past few years in the army, I have not done much else, but in terms of subversion, there is no doubt that Lake is an expert in this field. She is very familiar with the tasks of assassinating and kidnapping a small country.

On a taxi.

Lake watched the roadside paired and walked by, wearing a mask and a somewhat familiar military uniform. The seven soldiers with the same look were curious and asked the taxi driver for advice.

The driver is an uncle.

native.

The uncle glanced at the group of people who were Lake's fingers and said with an oh, "They are special guards of the Presidential Palace. Don't mess with them. A few days ago, a tourist wanted to take photos with them, but the group directly broke the tourist's neck."

Lake was slightly stunned: "What about?"

The uncle shook his head and said, "What, then, this place is a paradise for you outsiders, but for us locals, our biggest wish is to save enough money to buy a plane ticket to leave here."

Lake nodded thoughtfully and stared at the group of special guards who had gone away. The last one was wearing leather gloves on both hands, but in the gap, Lake seemed to see a cold light.

interesting.

Have the Winter Soldiers become the Winter Soldiers Legion?

Among the only five-star hotels in San Norrenzo.

Lake checked in.

Enter the house.

Lake shook his right hand, took out a device, went up and down, searched the presidential suite inside and out, and after confirming it, he thought about it!

Come out, 100% of your body!

wrong.

This time the free clone was not left in New York, so it should be...

Eleven clones!

Bang!

The eleventh clone instantly appeared in the spacious presidential suite.

Lake swung his right hand and threw out eleven clothes of various styles from the storage space: "Switch it!"

Eleventh clone lined up silently to pick up clothes, then lined up again into the bathroom not far away and began to change clothes on her body.

Lake walked to the window, opened the window, and looked here and could see the Presidential Palace, which was only a thousand meters away, with a slightly curved corner of his mouth.

The blue dot is still in the presidential palace.

Nine o'clock in the evening.

All the information of overseas travelers entering San Norrenzo in the afternoon was transferred to the Information Technology Center of the Presidential Palace. At this moment, a technician stood up and grabbed the phone number next to him: "Charles Francis Xavier, there is no file at Oxford University."

Immediately afterwards.

Radio wave flow.

In the presidential palace, Daniel Whiteho, who had no consciousness, also received information from the Information Technology Center.

Daniel Whiteho turned his head and looked at the Winter Soldier who was standing next to him: "Kill him."

For Daniel Whitehoe.

San Norrenzo is his private kingdom, he ruled everything here, the aviation is his, the hotel is his, the army is his, and even the people living here are his.

Ten o'clock in the evening.

Here comes!

Lake opened his eyes, listened to the uniform footsteps that were conveyed to his ears, and the corners of his mouth slightly curved, looking at his eleventh clone.

Eleven Unlimited Glocks appear directly.

Three minutes later.

The hotel elevator jingled and slowly opened. The eight special guards who were about to walk out looked at the scene outside the elevator and their eyes shrank.

Next second.

Standing in the middle, Lake's mouth was arced and spoke to the person in the elevator. Then, he pulled the trigger instantly, and the eleven clones on the left and right also opened fire together.

moment.

The gunshots were made, and they were completely announced, the prelude to this invitation to hell!

Puff puff puff!

Puff puff puff!

The eight special guards in the elevator instantly began to twitch in place.

It was dense, as if endless bullets were pierced directly into their bodies and their heads with masks.

The two clones swung their right hands, and the pistols directly aimed at the stairwell and fired in unison.

Bang bang bang!

"Walk!"

Lake directly ordered that the wooden door in the stairwell was instantly holed into a brush, revealing a special guard who was suppressed by fierce gunfire and dared not show his head.

Puff puff puff!

A shuttle of bullets came over, and the special guard was shot in an instant, and his head was exploded and he fled.

Lake took off the left arm of the special guard and exposed the metal left arm.

really.

It seems that Daniel Whiteho doesn't understand the principle that things are precious.

Anything, even if it is precious, will undoubtedly fall from the precious level to the streets as long as it is mass-produced.

If there is only one Bucky Barnes in the world, then there is no doubt that Bucky Barnes' combat power can be as good as Captain America, and he can fight aliens when needed.

but……

The mass-produced Bucky Barnes is the most, just a soldier with some elite strength.

Is there any use for elite soldiers after his gunfire negotiations?

At this moment.

The President's Hotel was completely in chaos, and screams kept coming from the floor where Lake fought fiercely, but apart from that, none of the passengers in other rooms opened the door and came out to take a look.

After all, Westerners have already received a good education.

If this were from the Eastern Kingdoms, I would probably have opened the door and watched the fun long ago.

"Sir, a gunfight broke out in the President's Hotel and twenty special guards died."

"Send soldiers."

"yes!"

Daniel Whiteho said in a deep voice toward the guards coming in without expression, and then, through the drone's eyes, he looked at the full view of the President's Hotel that appeared on his computer screen from a distance.

Boom boom boom boom!

The tanks purchased from London from San Norrenzo were approaching the presidential palace barracks and drove out of the barracks directly. Five tanks docked directly at the door of the presidential palace, which was almost as good as Pennsylvania Avenue, according to the emergency procedures. The three tanks directly turned the tracks and began to rush towards the Presidential Hotel.

This is my home court.

Daniel Whiteho sneered and authorized directly: "Detect the enemy and fire directly."
To be continued...