The Legendary Life of an American Superhero

Bang!

Lake led the two Secret Service agents into the small conference room.

into the eye.

The Secret Service chief fell to the floor with a pistol beside him.

Mr. President's personal agent Forbes stood there holding a gun, looked at Lake and others who came in and said, "He just wanted to resist."

Lake's eyes fell on the deadly Secret Service Chief on the floor.

immediately.

Lake looked up at the personal agent Forbes, looked at it thoughtfully for a while, smiled, and walked outside.

I don't care who you are.

Again.

Lake has always been wrong to people. The Secret Service chief is targeting him. Forbes, the personal agent, did not. Therefore, Lake did not bother to ask if there was any story in it.

Both of his tasks were considered accomplished.

others?

Naturally, other people came over to help with the finishing touches.

The sound of gunfire on the lawn outside the palace gradually ceased, as if the farce of an attempted invasion had just ended.

"do not move!"

"do not move!"

"Hahaha."

Kang, who was directly surrounded by several National Guard soldiers, laughed loudly when he saw him leaving the country now. He didn't care about the opening in his abdomen, and watched at the guns of these National Guard soldiers. down, and directly raise your pistol.

next second.

Chu Chu Chu!

Bang bang bang!

Kang's body trembled violently, and the blood mist continued to rush out along with the bullets that entered the body.

The gunfire ceased.

Kang's throat made an unidentified word, and he lowered his head with blood from the corner of his mouth.

Since then.

Nearly 50 terrorists on this lawn were all wiped out. Under the onslaught of these 50 or so for nearly five minutes, they stopped on the lawn of the white building. The only terrorist recently , 100 meters away from the gate of the White Palace.

The reporters outside frantically took pictures.

A Designated Survivor who was on his way somewhere had not reached the Safe House when he received a message from the Pentagon that the Designated Survival Order was re-frozen.

The designated survivor breathed a sigh of relief, but also had a little regret.

after an hour.

The security alarm for the White Palace was lifted, and the President and Secretary Kelly, as well as the Secretary of State and Vice President, left the bunker and returned to the Oval Office.

"Bring me the latest news."

"Yes, sir."

Mr. Secretary of State left in a hurry to leave. With such a big incident, someone in the White Palace must tell the public immediately that the White Palace has not fallen.

In the small conference room, the body of the Secret Service chief was still on the floor.

Mr. President covered his forehead, said a word of God, and said incredulously: "It's really him."

Simply unbelievable.

The Secret Service chief, who was able to approach Mr. President all the time, turned out to be a traitor.

This……

So incredible.

Why?

We are investigating. During the battle just now, the Secret Service has already found out that the password of their heavy weapons storehouse has been artificially modified, and the person who modified it is the now dead Secret Service Chief.

Secretary Kelly proposed that the President, the Internal Oversight Group of the Department of Homeland Security, intervene with the Secret Service to conduct a full investigation.

Mr. President agreed.

soon.

People from the Pentagon rushed to the White Palace.

Lake was the first to say goodbye and leave.

His task has been completed, and the matters discussed by these bigwigs have no place for him to speak, so why stay here as a background board?

Feel sorry.

Lake thought he might as well go outside for a cup of coffee.

Someone invited.

A roadside café three blocks away on Pennsylvania Avenue.

When Lake walked all the way, the National Guard, federal agents and the Washington Police Department had been fully dispatched on the streets of Washington and began to gradually unblock the roads.

Level 1 alert in Washington has not been lifted, however.

"Hello!"

Lake hugged Rachel, the female reporter who was drinking coffee with him, sat down, and smiled: "With this coffee, the headlines will be snatched by the Washington Daily."

Rachel said: "The headlines that the public knows are not called headlines."

Lake nodded with a smile, handed the menu to the waiter, and asked for a glass of bourbon.

The waiter was obviously stunned, then turned and left.

soon.

A bottle of bourbon was delivered, plus a cup with three iron ice cubes in it.

"Drinking so early?"

"Is it early?"

Lake looked up at the sun that was about to move to the middle above his head: "It's almost noon."

"Aren't you going to work in the afternoon?"

"Have a holiday."

"My little assistant and I witnessed the whole process, how mighty."

"yes?"

Lake smiled and took a sip of bourbon with his right foot crossed.

Rachel took out her cell phone, looked up a photo, and handed it to Lake.

Lake reached out to pick it up, and out of the corner of his eye fell on Rachel's finger that handed over the phone.

Rachel handed it over with the phone in her left hand.

There is a circle on the ring finger of the left hand. There was something there, but at this moment, it is gone.

Lake calmly took over the phone and looked very handsome standing at the door of the White Palace with guns in both hands.

"It's very majestic."

"I've always been brave."

Lake looked back, handed the phone to Rachel again, smiled and said, "Have you thought about the title?"

Rachel smiled and said: "Not yet, there is no information, how do you know the title."

Lake nodded, sipped the bourbon in the cup, and said lightly, "The Secret Service chief is dead."

Rachel stunned, "What?"

Lake drank the bourbon from the glass, got up, smiled with Rachel, and left.

A blue sedan stopped right in front of the cafe.

Lycra opened the door and sat on it.

Rachel recovered, turned to look at the departing car, her eyes thoughtful.

The Secret Service Chief is dead?

Oneshette!

Rachel narrowed her eyes, took out a hundred dollars from her wallet and threw it on the table, then got up, and hurriedly ran towards her car parked on the side of the road.

Big news.

Absolutely big news.

Tomorrow's first front page headline in Washington, I, Rachel Toledo, contracted.

Yes.

Not Rachel Armstrong, but Rachel Toledo.

three months ago.

Rachel and her husband Ray divorced. The reason is that her husband cheated on her behind her back. You can't believe it. The whole Sun newspaper can't believe it. After all, Rachel's beauty is not inferior to those Hollywood female stars.

Ordinary people would cheat and lick Rachel's feet if they had the chance to be with Rachel.

As a result, this trash Lei also said that he was angry and derailed for a while because of the rumors outside.

Scumbag.

snort!

The Sun directly dispatched its strongest legal lawyer to help Rachel in the divorce lawsuit. In this lawsuit, Rachel got everything, including Lei's company ownership.

As for that scumbag Ray?

Ha ha.

No matter which company Lei went to, the business reporters under the Sun's registration directly dig for news from that company, all kinds of gossip, and it is said that the news is flying all over the sky.

A month ago, Ray had left Washington, and I heard that he was going back to his hometown.

very lonely.

The cheating scumbag is not worthy of sympathy, and the price of cheating is also very heavy. Not only did Lei lose everything, but he also had to pay Rachel's alimony every month and jointly adopt them, but the guardianship also vested in him. Rachel's adopted daughter Josie's alimony adds up to almost two thousand dollars.

It is estimated that it will not be long before Ray will be completely bankrupt.

But Ray has plans to appeal.

Because it is very simple, Lei felt that since Josie was adopted, he should not be asked to pay child support. However, this information was not reported. After all, it involved underage children, and no media dared to report it.

on the blue car.

Cypher, who was sitting in the back seat, looked away from Rachel, who hurried to his car, and smiled at Lake who was sitting next to him: "She is the reporter who wrote your report."

Lake nodded: "What, know?"

Cypher said: "Of course, you are my lover. I haven't seen you for so many years, so I must get to know you more fully."

Lake looked at Cypher with deep eyes: "But I don't know you."

"It's normal, men are very careless, how can we women be so careful."

"Makes sense."

Lake nodded yes.

This reason is impeccable.

Men are very nervous, and it is difficult to understand things that are not their own. After all, in this world that oppresses men severely, men have exhausted all their strength in life.

only……

Lake's expression was light: "So, what do you want to do, Cypher?"

Cypher said, "Lake, do you remember what you said about the two-point choice theory?"

Lake raised his eyebrows and sighed: "You know, if you tell others, you can clearly remember every word someone said to you when you were three or four years old, then you will be considered insane. Not a genius."

Cypher smiled and said, "Because you are very important to me, and I only care about my identity in your eyes, others, I don't care."

Lake sighed.

Two-point choice theory.

First, everyone makes choices about their behavior.

Second, people can only provide information to others that they choose.

To put it simply, a person can only control yourself, and then use the information you transmit to make choices for others, so as to control others.

no doubt.

This is another story of a juvenile idiot.

This is not the king I want!

Lake couldn't help shaking his head.

Cypher was already pressing on Lake, his soft lips pressed against Lake's earlobe, and he exhaled like a blue: "So, Lake, what is my identity in your eyes, tell me."

Lake looked at Cypher calmly: "You are my woman."

MMP.

Block me with my theories.

Can.

Lake took out the USB flash drive from his arms and handed it over: "Don't make things too big, you can't deal with Langley alone."

Cypher took the USB stick, gave him a warm kiss, and said, "I have you, right?"

Lake shrugged.

Cypher kicked the driver's seat with his right foot, and the driver got out of the car and left, and then the car began to vibrate on the spot.

after an hour.

A private jet takes off from Washington Airport.

Lake stood on the ground, looked at the departing private plane, shook his head, withdrew his gaze, put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards the outside of the airport somewhat unnaturally.

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