Strange Dream and Matters

On the way back to Arlington County from Washington, there were also figures from the National Guard.

This was even more so in Arlington County.

Lake had to show his identification when passing through the Arlington County Bridge before he was allowed to cross.

The White House had issued an order to seal off all exits from Washington to prevent any escapees. Fortunately, this time the focus was mainly on people of Asian appearance and skin color.

The embassy of the Island Nation was also sealed off.

After all, the terrorists had emerged from a vehicle from the Island Nation.

However…

When Lake returned home, he heard some news from Karen.

"What?"

Lake frowned and looked at Karen. "The President of the Island Nation wasn’t in the car? Instead, he and the embassy staff were knocked unconscious and locked in the embassy’s basement?" Karen also seemed curious. "You didn’t know? I saw you on the live TV broadcast."

Lake shrugged. "I was inside the White House. I didn’t go out to face those terrorists head-on."

Bullets have no eyes.

And…

In that situation, Lake didn’t need to be the one to turn the tide. All he had to do was hold on for five minutes, and the National Guard would come in to clean up. Not every situation calls for playing the hero.

Lake didn’t need to pretend. He had a Purple Heart Medal; he was a hero, no doubt about it. He didn’t need anything else to prove himself.

As the saying goes:

Anyone can betray their country, but Lake never will.

It’s just that…

The Island Nation’s president was found by SEALs in the basement of his own embassy?

Wow.

This was big news.

Washington was furious this time, otherwise, they wouldn’t have dispatched SEALs to forcefully break into the Island Nation’s embassy.

Even though the Island Nation was a vassal state of the Federation, having its embassy forcefully broken into, and its president found tied up in the basement, wow, the Island Nation had completely lost face.

Karen asked curiously, "What exactly happened?"

Lake took a glass of Bourbon from the wine cabinet, shrugged, and briefly told Karen that he had received intelligence, then the Chief of the Secret Service defected, and after that, there was a five-minute battle in the White House.

Karen frowned. "The Chief of the Secret Service? It doesn’t make sense. Why would he do that?"

Lake chuckled. "Who knows?"

What reason is needed for treason?

Perhaps…

Kang offered too much, and Washington offered too little, so he betrayed them.

The Federation is the United States, an immigrant nation, not a country united by bloodline. For the Federation, everyone can be bought; it’s just a matter of whether the price is high enough.

Lake finished his Bourbon, yawned, and headed upstairs. "I’m going up to rest for a bit. I’m exhausted after being busy all night."

He hadn’t slept all night and then had another intimate encounter in the car.

His stamina was greatly depleted. During that encounter in the car, Lake even felt like he was close to breaking his own limits and climaxing prematurely. Fortunately, he suppressed it with his strong will.

So…

After going upstairs, Lake turned off his phone and lay down on the bed to sleep.

He had already saved the world. The remaining cleanup work would naturally be handled by others.

Lake slept exceptionally soundly.

He even…

Dreamed of a beautiful woman.

A beautiful woman with long red hair, wearing a dashing red leather outfit, radiating a mysterious crimson power, walking slowly towards him with a smile.

The beauty smiled, making a hand gesture with that mysterious crimson power.

Wanda?

The next second.

Lake’s eyes snapped open.

"Ah!"

"Oof!"

Lake turned his head and looked at Skye, who had fallen onto the floor. "What are you doing?"

Skye rubbed her sore backside. "I heard you talking in your sleep, so I came in to listen."

"Dreaming?"

Lake got up and raised an eyebrow. "Skye, do you remember what we agreed on? I respect your privacy, and you need to respect mine."

Skye got up from the floor. "It’s five o’clock. Karen asked me to wake you up. Also, your door wasn’t closed, which means you gave up your privacy when you didn’t close it."

Lake looked at the open door. "It wasn’t closed?"

I remember closing it.

Skye nodded, then looked at Lake with some curiosity, blinking. "Who was that person you were talking about in your dream?"

Lake looked at Skye. "Who did I say?"

Skye thought for a moment, shook her head, and said, "I couldn’t hear clearly. It sounded like… Da, Pi Da, no, Jie Da, not that either, Lin Da? No, no…"

Lake frowned, watching Skye rack her brain. "Wanda?"

Skye’s eyes lit up, and she nodded, looking at Lake. "Yes, yes, it was Wanda. Who is this Wanda?"

Lake said, "No one."

Good heavens.

How could I have dreamed of Wanda out of nowhere?

Even if I thought about her all day, I wouldn’t dream of this super-powered woman who could beat Thanos when angry.

Lake didn’t have any particular thoughts about Wanda.

It’s the same as I said before.

Lake likes mature women and appreciates young girls.

How old is he, and how old is Wanda?

There’s at least a ten-year age gap, right?

On Origin Earth, Lake despised people who dated younger partners the most. Naturally, he wouldn’t become the person he hated the most.

I, Lake Edwin, will never turn from a dragon slayer into an evil dragon!

No "it’s so good!" moments here!

There are so many mature women in their thirties, all in their prime. Why would Lake go for a bud when there are blooming flowers? And it’s Wanda, of all people?

If he lost control for even a moment, the consequences would probably be worse than Thanos.

Skye clearly didn’t believe Lake’s words.

But Lake didn’t give Skye a chance to react.

He got up.

He walked directly towards the restroom in his room.

Seeing this, Skye could only turn and leave the room.

Half an hour later.

Lake came downstairs from the second floor, feeling refreshed. After hanging up the phone, he said to Karen and Skye, "I’m going into the city."

Karen frowned. "The White House?"

Lake shook his head. "No, I’m done there. A reporter called and invited me to dinner."

Karen looked at Lake, seeming to recall something. "Is it that female reporter from The Sun?"

Lake nodded. "How did you know?"

Karen chuckled. "How could I not know? Her divorce case was also in the news."

Then, Karen looked at Lake. "You weren’t involved in it, were you?"

Lake looked at Karen speechlessly. "Under your education, would I do something so despicable and tasteless?"

Karen nodded. "That’s true. You’re not coming back tonight?"

Lake opened his mouth, looking at Karen speechlessly. "I’m just going out for a meal, that’s all."

Do I look like a stud?

I had sex ten times yesterday, worked a whole morning today, and then again in the car this afternoon. I finally got some rest, and now this?

Even for fluid replenishment, it’s too fast.

Skye looked at Karen curiously. "What female reporter?"

Lake’s face darkened. "Children should focus on eating their meals."

Skye: "…"

An hour later.

At a restaurant in downtown Washington.

Lake hugged Rachel, who had stood up, gave her a kiss on the cheek, and then sat down.

It’s quite amazing.

Lake remembered they had only shaken hands before.

After sitting down, Rachel recommended to Lake, "The Wellington steak here is quite good."

Lake said, "Oh really? Then I must try it."

And indeed.

Lake was actually hungry.

Rachel smiled and snapped her fingers, calling over a waiter who was waiting nearby.

Soon.

A bottle of red wine was brought over by the waiter.

"Cheers."

"To what?"

"National security."

"This is good."

Lake and Rachel clinked their glasses and drank the red wine in one gulp.

Rachel took out her tablet and handed it to Lake, "This is the draft I finished this afternoon, can you help me proofread it?"

Lake looked at Rachel, who was smiling, and took the tablet.

Upon looking.

Unlike the evening paper’s news, which focused on the Island Nation’s embassy and consulates, Rachel’s draft focused on the Secret Service, pointing directly at the possibility of foul play within the organization.

Her writing was powerful, and her words were incredibly sharp; she truly lived up to her reputation as Washington’s most beautiful and well-known reporter.

After finishing, Lake handed it back to Rachel, "Not bad."

Rachel’s heart was greatly reassured.

Just as she had suspected, something was indeed amiss within the Secret Service.

Ever since Rachel had heard the name "Secret Service" from Lake at noon, it had been easy for her to arrive at this conclusion, after all, the Secret Service was responsible for assessing the security of any activities related to the White House.

With such a major incident occurring now, and considering the Homeland agents and federal agents who replaced them after the Island Nation’s car arrived, it further solidified Rachel’s conviction.

Rachel put away her tablet and stopped talking about the report, instead finding other topics to chat with Lake about.

How should I put it?

The two at the dining table were having a pleasant conversation.

After dinner.

At the restaurant entrance.

Rachel said to Lake, "I didn’t drive, you don’t mind giving me a ride, do you?"

Lake looked at the doorman who drove his car to the entrance and smiled, "Of course, I don’t mind."

Rachel’s previous residence was in the suburbs.

However…

Rachel had moved. Her new home was in an apartment building just three blocks away.

The journey took about fifteen minutes.

Rachel opened the car door, stopped, and turned to invite Lake, who was in the car, "Are you free? Come up for a cup of coffee to sober up?"

As she said this.

Rachel got out of the car and then turned to look at Lake with a smile.

Lake thought about it.

That’s right.

There’s a risk of drunk driving, and it would be troublesome if caught by a patrol officer.

So.

The sixteenth floor of the apartment building.

Lake followed Rachel into the apartment. Upon entering, he was met with a warm and inviting atmosphere. The decor was very homey, and at first glance, it was clear that Rachel had put a lot of thought into the layout.

"My daughter is at a friend’s house."

Rachel said as she turned, walking towards the bedroom, seemingly to find coffee, "You sit down first."

Lake nodded and said, "Okay."

After a while.

Rachel emerged from the bedroom.

Lake looked.

A pink, shawl-like garment slowly fell.

Completely unclothed!