Is the White House about to fall?

"Where did you say?"

"1600 Pennsylvania Avenue."

"…"

A strange look appeared in Lake’s eyes as he turned to Seifer. "Langley’s data isn’t in Langley, it’s in the White House?"

Could anyone just go in there?

Fine.

If Lake wanted to get in, he still could. With his position and background, it would at most be a little troublesome. But why would data on a Langley Eastern European agent be in the White House?

Seifer said, "That’s why I came back."

So that’s it.

Seifer didn’t actually have to come back. A month ago, Seifer had successfully bribed a Langley actuary analyst and had them create a report about suspicious activity from an Eastern European agent. It was put onto a USB drive, ready for a secret transaction.

But.

Just as the transaction was about to happen, this actuary analyst was suddenly called over by Director Langley and went directly into 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.

Feeling guilty, the actuary analyst used going to the restroom as an excuse after entering the White House and threw the USB drive into the toilet’s cistern.

Then, who knew it was just a false alarm? Director Langley only wanted to hear the analyst’s assessment of Eastern European affairs because he was an analyst. When the analyst finally relaxed and came to his senses, and went back to retrieve it, he was already outside the main gate.

Even worse.

As he got into his car, thinking about going back to make a copy, Director Langley received a call from Langley. Then, Director Langley shouted something and immediately looked at the analyst sitting next to him.

This analyst was also a bold one.

Thinking he was exposed, he directly opened the car door and prepared to jump out.

As a result…

He was sent to hell by an oncoming bus.

Lake rubbed his chin. "Since he’s dead, how can you be so sure that USB drive is in the White Palace?"

Seifer said, "Because it’s the USB drive I gave him, and it has a tracking device. So, I’m very sure of its location."

Lake nodded.

Good.

The USB drive was in the toilet, not on Mr. President’s desk.

Getting it wouldn’t be difficult.

It’s just…

Seifer was silent for a moment and said, "Actually, I didn’t plan to bother you."

Lake looked up at Seifer.

Seifer said, "At the time, after I knew the USB drive was in the White Palace, I found someone and asked them to help retrieve the USB drive. But, on the day I called you, I received news that he was acting strangely, which is why I rushed to Washington."

"What’s that person’s name?"

"Kang!"

"From China?"

"From Ghost Island Country."

Seifer said, "His full name is Kim Yeon-kang, a Korean-descendant islander. If it weren’t for the 2001 incident, he would be the FBI’s most wanted terrorist. When he was young, after his father was executed for crimes against North Korea, he was taken to South Korea. His mother died from stepping on a landmine while crossing the border. At the age of ten, he went to Ghost Island Country with his adoptive parents. He planned the 1998 Seoul London embassy bombings…"

Lake interrupted, "Wait a minute."

He suddenly had a not-so-pleasant premonition.

Lake frowned. "You’re going to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue to get something, why are you cooperating with a terrorist? Does he have a way to get into Pennsylvania…"

Saying this, Lake shut his mouth.

Oh, for crying out loud.

Tomorrow, Mr. President will be meeting the visiting President of Ghost Island Country at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.

Jesus Christ.

Lake wiped his face and looked at Seifer in disbelief. "He’s going to attack the White Palace?"

Good grief.

Are the Japanese crazy?

…Wait.

He’s Korean-descendant.

Koreans attacking the White Palace?

This plot…

Why does it feel so familiar?

What fell?

Seifer said, "I only found out that day, so I had to take that USB drive. Otherwise, the deal I made with Langley would spread, and then none of my clients would trust me anymore."

Lake looked at Seifer speechlessly, "It seems your business has been quite big lately. Also, why is your information on that USB drive?"

Seifer was also a bit speechless, "The analyst said it was safer this way, less likely to be exposed. I just wanted the USB drive, so I didn’t ask about it."

Lake: "…"

This is just ridiculous.

Lake glanced up at the sky outside.

At this point, the only way Lake could get into the White House would be to talk life with the President’s daughter, but unfortunately, Mr. President had a daughter, but she was a bit too young.

A little girl of seven or eight.

If Lake dared to have a heart-to-heart with this little girl, heh, Lake figured he’d become famous throughout the entire Federation.

Calling the President directly to tell him that the meeting with the Ghost Island Country delegation tomorrow was a major conspiracy?

Heh.

Langley and the Secret Service didn’t know about this. If Lake said anything, he’d probably have to go for coffee at the FBI first. Once it blew up over there, Lake would undoubtedly become a suspect.

Moreover.

This kind of thing required solid evidence, ironclad proof.

Did he expect the President to cancel the meeting just because he said so?

Lake said, "Where did you get this information?"

Seifer said, "Half a month ago, Kang bought two batches of Stark Lightning Anti-Aircraft Missiles from one of my friends. Kang and his subordinates are currently part of the Ghost Island Country delegation. Since they entered using diplomatic passports, it didn’t arouse any suspicion at all."

Lake was silent for a moment, then nodded, "I’ll think of something."

Seifer showed a slight smile, "Thank you."

Lake looked at Seifer, "Is there anything else you haven’t told me? You can say it now. Once this chance is gone, it won’t come back."

He judged people based on their actions, not their words.

As long as Seifer didn’t deceive or betray him, Lake would help his woman with this matter.

But if Lake knew or suspected any hidden motives.

Heh.

Lake’s personality meant he wouldn’t choose the path of subservience to women.

As the saying goes.

For deception, only death could quell his rage!

Half an hour later.

Lake put on a brand new suit bought by Seifer, fiddled with the coin in his hand, and looked up as Seifer tied his sky-blue tie for him.

"All done."

Seifer patted Lake’s chest, took a few steps back, and looked at Lake, who was now standing tall in his suit. "Sorry, I got your measurements from your tailor without your permission. Do you like it? This is a belated birthday gift. I remember you said you always wanted a suit."

Lake looked down at the clothes he was wearing.

A birthday gift, huh.

Lake looked up at Seifer, "I like it very much, but I forgot to prepare a gift for you."

Seifer said, "Just give me a baby, one that belongs to both of us."

Lake smiled, "Then I’ll make it up to you now."

Ding!

Lake tossed the Fate Coin into the air, and it began to flip.

Falling.

Super—Electromagnetic…

Pah!

Blessing of Fate!

Lake almost couldn’t help but reach out and use his unspent ultimate move, but he managed to restrain himself in time.

The Fate Coin landed at Lake’s eye level.

Yellow side up!

[Fate Coin: Item, SS-class, Mysterious type. A magical coin with one yellow side and one white side. When tossed, it accepts the test of fate. The yellow side receives the blessings of fate, and the white side receives the judgment of Fate Heavenly Thunder (100/0 for allied units, 0/100 for enemy units).]

The Fate Coin dissolved as soon as it landed in his hand.

Lake walked directly towards the door and waved his hand, "I heard the SPA in this hotel is good. You can go try it."

After saying that.

Lake exited the room.

Women cared most about their faces and their bodies.

Lake was never stingy with his women.

Arlington County.

It was already past nine in the evening when Lake returned home.

"You’re back."

"Mhm."

Lake greeted Karen, who was sitting on the sofa, "Where’s Skye?"

Karen pointed upstairs, "She’s in her room reading. She said she plans to finish high school in two years."

Lake paused and looked at Karen, "Did you also show her that motivational film?"

Karen nodded, smiling at Lake, "Thinking back to Skye’s answer and yours, maybe you and Betty were right. It really wasn’t a motivational film."

Lake shrugged.

Calling that film a motivational film was less accurate than calling it a biography of a genius – even if they fell, once awakened, a genius remained a genius, incomparable to ordinary people.

Lake had long forgotten the film’s title, but its plot was the same as the one he’d watched on Origin Earth, the one called "Wind and Rain What Road."

It was said to be based on a true story.

Second floor.

"Knock, knock, knock."

"Come in."

Lake pushed the door open and saw Skye sitting cross-legged on the bed, reading a book. He smiled and asked, "How was your day?"

Skye tilted her head, "I already knew everything Karen said."

That was the only good thing about having a terrible foster family; it had taught Skye early on what those disgusting men were thinking about all day. Once they turned monstrous, they would extend their claws to little girls.

As Skye spoke, her nose twitched. Then, she got up from the bed, tiptoed, and plucked a shiny golden hair from Lake’s shoulder.

The next second.

Skye looked up at Lake with an amused expression, "So, we’re still staying here to make it convenient for your dates. By the way, why haven’t I ever seen your girlfriend?"

"Bang!"

"Ouch!"

Lake flicked Skye’s forehead with his finger, "That’s because I don’t have a girlfriend."

Skye rubbed her forehead, "So, a lover then?"

Lake tilted his head.

Him and Seifer?

It felt… subtle.

Lake admitted he still had feelings for Seifer, and he could feel that Seifer felt the same during their afternoon activities.

But…

The feeling was so subtle that Lake felt their relationship could only go so far. Temporary? Not really. Long-term? Maybe.

He didn’t know.

Lake snapped back to reality, shook his head, and turned to walk out the door, "Don’t read too late. Remember to turn off the lights and sleep at ten."

He had more than one or two debts of affection to repay.

With so many fleas, he was long past being bothered.

Future matters would be handled by future Lake.

He.

The current Lake.

Was only here to have fun!