There is no doubt.

Liszt's words are a pure temptation, testing what kind of relationship is between the Black King and Lake.

Lake doesn't care about this.

Since having a clone, Lake and the Black King have appeared on the same screen for no time or twice. If there were no clones, Lake might be angry directly at Liszt's temptation.

But now?

Not to mention that Hydra's sincerity and respect are already ordinary friends, just say that Lake also intends to enrich the attributes of the Black King's vest.

so.

Lake showed no sign of getting angry, but just said lightly that the relationship between him and Lake was the life-saving benefactor. For the rest, let Hydra slowly guess.

Liszt obviously did not meet the relationship between the Black King and Lake, and seemed to be a little silent.

Lake stood up and put down his empty wine glass: "Nothing is wrong, I'll leave first."

Liszt came back to his senses: "Wait."

Lake sat down again and smiled: "What, do you have a business to take care of me?"

The same sentence.

Lake doesn't care whoever kills. As long as the target meets his rules, Lake doesn't care whoever places the order.

He killed two Hydras, one code is the same!

Li Si's head: "Yes."

Lake laughed and shook his head.

Seeing this, Liszt said: "This person is very consistent with Mr. Black King's logo, and we are willing to bid for a million US dollars."

Lake waved his hand: "It will take three months. I have something to do. I will leave New York."

Seeing this, Liszt was a little silent.

Lake thought for a while, wrote a note with a number on it, and handed it to Liszt: "Three months later, if you make this call, I will accept orders as long as it meets my standards."

It's really something.

One million.

After making this order, you can draw ten times. That damn lottery plug-in can draw ten times in a row with a gift box once. However, Lake has never had the experience of saving up to one million prize draws once.

If you save up to 100,000 yuan, Lake will have the illusion that this time you will definitely be able to win the golden legend.

Fighting and defeating repeatedly.

Lake is happy about it.

Liszt said curiously: "Mr. Black King, can you take the liberty to ask, where are you going? Maybe, after going to another place, we can help you."

Lake smiled and said, "You can't help with this."

After saying that.

Lake stood up and left without looking back.

the next day.

Lake was packing his own things at home, and he really had to go out. After losing the opportunity to eat soft food at the age of 20, he had to go abroad from February to June every year.

"Dingling!"

"Hello."

"elder brother."

Betty Rose's phone number.

Lake held the phone and stuffed his suitcase with changing clothes: "What are you doing?"

Betty laughed, "Are you going to Budapest?"

Lake had no expression on his face: "No, I don't have time, I'll find a purchasing agent myself!"

"elder brother--"

"no!"

Lake rolled his eyes. Since he went to Budapest in the first year, he bought some local specialty pastries and brought them to Betty.

Good guy.

It has been eleven years since now, and Lake always brings pastries back every time he goes there. Since last year, Lake has felt that the people in that place look at him incorrectly.

How to say it.

That is a look of looking at the little white-faced face. Every time I come here, I even take care of food and accommodation. If I hadn't considered something?

hehe.

Lake had already wiped out the surviving group of people with an unlimited version of the Glock Type 17 pistol.

"elder brother!!!"

“I don’t plan to go this year.”

"What?"

Betty on the other side of the phone was stunned and then said, "You must have lie to me. Didn't you say you have to go there every year to breathe the real free air so as not to become a lunatic? Why don't you go there this year?"

Lake chuckled and said, "If you don't believe me, wait until you videotape with me tomorrow and see if I'm in New York."

There was no clone before.

Now?

Lake had already thought about it. In the past, he took leave and lost three months of salary at once. This year it was different. He continued to work in New York, and went to Budapest to cultivate feelings with his little cotton jacket and his children.

The plan is perfect.

Betty had nothing to say and had to hang up the phone.

Lake smiled, threw the phone aside, and continued to pack his luggage.

At night.

Lake, who took off his glasses, left the mainland hotel, rented a car from the mainland hotel, and then headed straight to New Jersey in the countryside outside the city.

At the suburban private airport in Jersey City, a Gulfstream private plane has been running at the airport for a while.

"Mr. Morabee."

"Good evening."

Lake handed his car keys to the airport gatekeeper, a Mr. Morabee who looked in his seventies or eighties and wearing a large floral shirt, then carried his luggage bag towards the private plane not far away.

There are two bodyguards in black suits at the boarding gate.

Look carefully...

The suits of these two people are obviously more upscale than those of Lake.

“Set up.”

"Sahu."

“…”

Lake greeted him as usual, and as usual, he did not receive a response from the two people. He shrugged and boarded the plane with no surprise.

After looking around, the two bodyguards looked around and their eyes fell into a small wood outside the airport. After looking at each other, they shook their heads. The man named Anton opened his mouth to the woods on the left, and then they turned around and boarded the private plane one after another.

Ten minutes later.

The private jet taxied and entered a takeoff state.

soon.

The plane disappeared into the clouds.

Half an hour later.

A black car slowly drove out of the road in the woods and drove towards New York. The person in the passenger seat took out his phone and called.

The phone is connected.

"Sir."

"How about it."

"The Black King left in a private plane docked at the airport outside Jersey."

“…Do you see clearly?”

"Yes, although I didn't see the front, the Black King did not lose his sight along the way. Ninety-nine percent of it must be him."

"And...sir..."

"explain."
To be continued...