The Script That Exploded Again

Outside the ward.

"Jack!"

Lake said to Jack, "I’m going to the courthouse. Remember, if anyone tries to snatch her, stop them. I’ll take responsibility if anything goes wrong. Call me if anything comes up."

Jack nodded in response.

Lake went straight to the elevator, preparing to head to the New York Courthouse to ask an old friend for a waiver.

A formal federal waiver wasn’t possible right now.

But…

A waiver signed by the court would still work. Although its effect wouldn’t be as great as a federal waiver, it would at least guarantee that Megan Walsh wouldn’t be prosecuted for any of the crimes related to the information she provided.

New York Courthouse.

"What do you want?"

"A waiver."

Lake sat on the sofa and informed his old friend, Laura Birch, about Megan Walsh and the information she would provide.

Laura Birch, taking off her glasses, rubbed her temples and looked at Lake with some hesitation, "You should know I’m in a critical period, right?"

In two months, the final selection for the First Judge of the New York Court would be announced.

Thanks to the incident at the Textile Factory last year, Laura Birch was practically a shoo-in. However, the Disabled Persons Federation and some other organizations were lobbying, so there were still some uncertainties.

The reason?

It was because Laura Birch had signed a search warrant that turned the Textile Factory into ruins, causing the Disabled Persons Federation to lose over a thousand potential jobs. It was a case of gain and loss.

Therefore, Laura Birch had been acting cautiously lately, doing nothing. Even if the Disabled Persons Federation lobbied relentlessly, the position of First Judge would still be hers.

Lake said as always, "I provide a 100% guarantee for this intelligence."

Laura Birch looked at Lake, "Are you sure?"

Lake chuckled, "You can also issue one that isn’t filed. I just want to use this waiver to get her to talk, and then I’ll try to get a waiver from the Department of Justice."

Laura Birch understood.

Even ten unfiled waivers would be useless.

But…

If this were to be leaked, the risk would be considerable. At the very least, if the suspect hired a lawyer who questioned it, there would be some risk.

However, given the cooperation between Lake and her, Laura Birch still signed her name on a waiver.

It was just that.

As Lake took the waiver from Laura Birch’s hand.

The phone rang.

It was Jack’s.

New Amsterdam Hospital.

Lake walked out of the elevator expressionlessly, observing the tense situation by the ward.

Jack and his subordinates were facing off against a team of men in black, guns drawn.

Lake walked over.

Jack looked at Lake, "They want to take Megan Walsh away."

Lake nodded, then looked at the woman in a work uniform leading the team. He glanced at her and sneered, "I thought it would be the FBI coming, but I didn’t expect it to be from Langley."

The leading Langley female special agent, Van Doren, extended her hand to Lake, "Hello, I’m Van Doren, Senior Special Agent Lake Edwin."

Lake lazily declined to shake her hand, "Let’s get straight to it. What’s the reason for taking away my suspect?"

"We have an intelligence source. The suspect you’re holding is a member of an overseas assassin organization."

"So?"

"This is a transfer order signed by the Federal Court. We hope you’ll cooperate."

"…"

Lake expressionlessly took the transfer order from Van Doren’s hand and looked at it. The name of Judge Hall from the Federal Supreme Court of Washington D.C. was clearly written on it.

At the same time.

Van Doren took out her phone, made a call, spoke a few words, and then handed the phone to Lake.

Lake took it.

It was a call from his top boss, Secretary John Kelly.

"Lake."

"Secretary."

"Hand her over."

"What if they don’t give it?"

Secretary Kelly, hearing Lake’s words at the Washington headquarters, chuckled. He then rubbed his temples and honestly replied, "Mr. Vice President called personally to inquire."

Lake raised an eyebrow and looked at Van Doren in front of him.

What a move.

They’re bringing out the Vice President, what is this, a direct dimensional attack?

Fine by me.

S.H.I.E.L.D. has learned its lesson this time. They aren’t showing themselves, giving Lake no chance to catch them. They handed the person over to Langley, and then they’ll get them back from Langley.

Damn it.

Why are the Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D. in my version so difficult to deal with?

Lake thought expressionlessly after hanging up the phone.

Federal Agent Van Doren spoke up to remind him, "Agent Edwin."

Lake snapped back to attention, "Edwin, Senior Special Agent, not just an agent."

Van Doren nodded, "Senior Special Agent Edwin, can you hand over the person now?"

Lake’s mind raced.

The next second.

Lake smiled, "Of course."

Saying that.

Lake handed the transfer order in his hand to Jack, giving him a look, "Help me make a copy."

Jack understood, took the transfer order, and prepared to borrow the hospital’s copier.

S.H.I.E.L.D. wasn’t showing their face, the Vice President had spoken, and his boss, Secretary Kelly, couldn’t resist. Lake thought about it, and there was no need to go head-to-head anymore.

It wasn’t worth it.

Anyway, he was determined to confront S.H.I.E.L.D. this time.

If not openly, then covertly.

You can play dirty tricks, and so can I, and even better than you.

Come on.

Whoever flinches is a dog!

When the copy came back, Lake smiled and said to Agent Van Doren in front of him, "Langley, after being tossed around twice, clearly hasn’t had enough, has he? No, he’s severely weakened and has started acting as someone’s lackey."

Since Langley chose to stand with S.H.I.E.L.D., they were enemies.

Towards enemies.

Lake was never polite. Backing down was not an option. Lake hadn’t backed down once in this life; he’d confront anyone who came at him.

Van Doren just smiled and didn’t reply.

Soon.

The copy arrived.

Lake put away the copy and handed the original to Van Doren, "Keep it safe, don’t lose it. The person inside is yours now. Keep a close eye on them, don’t lose them."

Van Doren replied, "The Department of Homeland Security doesn’t need to worry about this matter."

Lake smiled and looked at Jack, "Let’s go."

He left without hesitation.

Lake was straightforward, as his warning had been given. If Langley courted disaster himself, then he couldn’t blame Lake for not being polite.

Outside the hospital.

In the car.

Lake and Jack were in one car.

"How many copies did you make?"

"Two."

"No problems?"

"No."

Jack shook his head, "I asked Martha to help with the second copy. There are no cameras over there."

Martha was Jack’s wife, the one he had been talking to in the hallway just now.

Lake nodded and pointed to the intersection ahead, "Take your copy back for the records, and remember to keep it safe."

Jack nodded, "Don’t worry."

Evening.

The Continental Hotel.

Lake looked at List, who had once again arrived dusty from flying in from Texas, and shook his hand. "Sorry, I didn’t want to make you travel all this way, but you guys weren’t exactly upfront about this."

List quickly replied, "My apologies, we did try to push for that."

Lake remained silent.

List naturally understood what Lake meant by "weren’t upfront," but they had also wanted to interfere. Unfortunately, there were simply no opportunities to do so.

Alexander received a call from Nick Fury and understood clearly that Lake and the Black King intended to play a game of cooperation for mutual benefit this time.

But…

Alexander really wanted to facilitate this matter, but the Agent Academy was the source of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s loyal agents. Ostensibly, Alexander was still the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., and if he slacked off on this matter, he would inevitably be discovered by Nick Fury or other interested parties within S.H.I.E.L.D. Therefore, this time he could only stand with Nick Fury and fully support the matter.

Did Alexander want to do this?

Most of the people at the Agent Academy were subordinates of Peggy Carter, meaning they were loyal fans of S.H.I.E.L.D. Hydra had wanted to eliminate this base for a long time, after all, it was rare for the numbered agents produced by the Agent Academy to be turned to Hydra.

Lake shook his head. "Megan Walsh doesn’t fit my criteria for taking jobs, and you’ve put me and my friend in a very difficult position this time."

List immediately said, "I’m sorry, this was indeed because of us. Although this job can’t be done, here’s a bank account with a million dollars. Consider it our compensation. We hope Mr. Black King understands that we respect you very much."

Lake looked at the slip of paper on the table in front of him.

Nice.

Lake calmly put away the slip of paper and smiled. "Actually, this isn’t a big deal. I just don’t want this matter to affect our friendship. It’s good that we’ve cleared the air. Respect is mutual, and I appreciate that Mr. List can understand."

A million US dollars was a very sincere gesture.

This showed that Hydra still respected him.

Lake was very satisfied.

List smiled. "Of course, we understand. We just wanted to ask about the previous job?"

Lake asked, "Can the target still come to New York?"

List’s expression was somewhat conflicted. They had been confident before, but now they weren’t.

There was no other reason.

NO.1 Victoria Knowles was captured by NO.83 Megan Walsh. Hydra had already informed Victoria Knowles, who had successfully escaped this morning, about Megan Walsh’s presence in New York.

According to the original plan, Victoria Knowles was supposed to come to New York to kill this junior assassin who had captured her, NO.83.

But now?

The Black King wasn’t playing by the rules either. If she didn’t fit your criteria, you shouldn’t have taken the job, but instead, you told his friend, causing the plot to completely explode.

Now, even Hydra wasn’t sure if Victoria Knowles would still come to New York. After all, Hydra was very cautious. Their situation dictated that they had to go deep underground, even deeper than those Russian agents.

Lake chuckled. "So, that job can’t be done either?"

List hesitated for a moment and said, "Please rest assured, Mr. Black King, we will do our best to make the target appear in New York. If she doesn’t, the one million bounty will be considered compensation and paid in full, but…"

Lake smiled. "Please, go on."

List said, "The deadline might need to be extended."

"How long?"

"…Half a month? How about that?"

"Fine."

"…"

PS: Van Doren, CIA agent – from "Beyond the Truth"

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