The Suicidal City Councilor

"Director Edwin."

"Ms. Dek!"

"Director Edwin!"

"Team Leader Jeremy."

After a short while, Team Leader Jeremy from the Immigration Agency and Ms. Dek from the Women’s Protection Agency arrived on the scene with their personnel. After Lake shook hands with them, he handed over the small room with the hidden door to them.

Undoubtedly.

The scene below the hidden door truly shocked them.

This was Chinatown, and to put it simply, it was considered downtown. Los Angeles did have undocumented immigrants, but they were usually held in some remote suburban area. Who would directly detain them in the city center?

How audacious could they be?

Just because his father was a City Councilor?

Heh.

"Sir!"

Adam walked over and said to Lake, "Everything is ready outside."

Lake grunted.

Outside.

Personnel from the Los Angeles Homeland Security Office had already set up a simple press conference site. The spokesperson from the Public Relations Office was also present, and the major newspapers in Los Angeles had sent their reporters.

This was Los Angeles, and undoubtedly, the news liaison for the Homeland Security Office was exceptionally attractive. At this moment, after understanding the basic situation, the news liaison was responding to reporters’ questions outside.

Lake stood at the doorway and glanced from afar, choosing not to go over.

He was here on vacation, not to work. Although he enjoyed the feeling of being on camera for justice, Lake had promised Rachel that he would give her exclusive interview rights.

Outside, they were merely providing a brief explanation of the situation.

After all…

Under the instigation of the arrested lackey of that damned councilor, Chinatown, not far away, was showing signs of an impending large-scale protest.

This wouldn’t do.

Good people shouldn’t be exploited by bad people. The public had a right to know, and the honest, hardworking Chinatown residents living abroad needed to know that this was not targeting them.

As the press conference continued outside, with sirens wailing, ambulances from nearby hospitals, contacted by the Women’s Protection Agency, also arrived.

One by one, the undocumented women, dressed in ragged clothes, emitting unpleasant odors, and confirmed by a simple check to require further examination at the hospital, emerged from the room, wrapped in hastily purchased towels.

The staff of the Women’s Protection Agency wore expressions of anger.

Under the furious gaze of Ms. Dek, the wife of the California State Speaker and head of the Los Angeles Women’s Protection Agency, Team Leader Jeremy of the Immigration Agency was speechless, unable to move these undocumented women from one small dark room to another.

Team Leader Jeremy cast a worried glance at Lake, suspecting that Lake had done this intentionally, but he seemed to lack concrete evidence.

These undocumented women were under the jurisdiction of the Immigration Agency. However, due to their gender, it was undoubtedly normal to call in the Women’s Protection Agency. If there had been even one man among them, they wouldn’t have needed to call.

Because if there was a man inside, they would be called undocumented immigrants.

But since there were only women and no men, it inevitably brought to mind certain connotations of exploitation.

As the undocumented women boarded the vehicles one by one, the reporters attending the press conference outside instantly erupted. The flashes of their cameras flickered incessantly. Upon seeing Lake, they shouted, demanding that Lake answer a few questions.

Lake ignored them and got into his car. This matter was not over yet.

He had said he would investigate thoroughly, and he would indeed investigate thoroughly.

Anyone even remotely involved, Lake intended to bring them to light.

In short.

According to the confession of the car dealership owner, he had not leaked Brian O’Conner’s undercover identity. But it was strange that these people had immediately seen through Brian O’Conner’s undercover identity and even asked Brian O’Conner to come with them to pick up the car.

What was the reason?

To prevent being stopped and searched on the road? With Brian O’Conner’s quick thinking, they could ensure the safe passage of this batch of cars through inspections, avoiding detection by law enforcement?

Why, Lake didn’t care about that. He only cared about how these people knew Brian O’Conner’s undercover identity.

The undercover identity of a federal agent had been leaked.

Undoubtedly, this was a security issue, and a serious leak at that. If they could know the identity of a federal agent’s undercover operation, they might also know the identities of other undercover agents. This was a serious national security issue.

Lake was in charge of national security.

Homeland Security Office.

"Where is the guest?"

"Room number three."

As a Homeland agent led the way, he said to Lake, "Director, he has requested a lawyer."

Lake pushed open the door with a blank expression.

The person of monkey descent, with their hands cuffed behind their back on the table, immediately started shouting loudly.

"Bang!"

"Ah!"

Lake shook his right fist, looking at the few teeth that had fallen to the floor. "Now you know what quiet means."

The man of Monkey descent’s left cheek was red, his glasses knocked off. He stared fixedly at Lake. "It was you, you killed my son! It was you! I’m going to sue you, I’m going to…"

"Bang!"

"…Ah!!!"

Lake stretched his neck, tidied his cuffs, pulled out a chair, and sat down. He looked at the man of Monkey descent opposite him. "Who told you about the federal agent’s undercover identity?"

The man of Monkey descent stared at Lake with hatred in his eyes.

Lake chuckled softly.

Crack!

Bang!

The Glock 17 was chambered and slammed onto the tabletop. Lake’s gaze then shifted upwards to the blinking camera, which showed it was currently running.

The camera, sensing the mood, promptly shut off.

The councilor of Monkey descent seemed to become nervous.

"Collusion with terrorists, suspected terrorist activities, suspected manipulation and imprisonment of women, suspected non-anesthetic drugs, suspected theft of federal undercover information, suspected endangerment of national security…"

Lake listed out the thirty-two federal crimes that could be pinned on this councilor of Monkey descent, one by one. He paused and then sneered at the councilor. "Get a lawyer and sue me. If I kill you right here, I won’t have any trouble at all."

Not to mention that Lake was military personnel, and only military courts had the jurisdiction to try him.

Even just considering the Purple Heart Medal Lake had received, as long as there wasn’t concrete evidence, Lake was essentially a walking get-out-of-jail-free card.

In the Marvel Universe, the federal Purple Heart Medal was not yet so common that it was handed out like candy, unlike the Purple Heart Medals from Origin Earth, where a minor scratch was enough to qualify.

The man of Monkey descent remained silent.

Lake chuckled. "If you don’t talk, it’s fine. We’ve already accessed your call records and your travel history for this period. Anyone you’ve spoken to, even anyone you’ve met and casually chatted with, I’ll bring them all in for questioning. Your secretary, your assistants, your family – every single one of them will be implicated in the same charges as you. As for the others, hehe, I’d like to see if they’ll still help you under the shadow of these thirty-two federal felonies. As for you…"

"Whoosh!"

Lake turned his head and glanced at the observation room. The camera, hidden, turned on. With a whoosh, Lake slid the Glock 17 to a position where the man of Monkey descent’s hands could reach it. "Here, avenge your son. I’m giving you a chance. The bullet is chambered. Just pull the trigger, and you can avenge your son."

Saying this, Lake directly removed his right hand from the Glock, then crossed his arms, leaned back in his chair, and watched the councilor of Monkey descent, who was trembling all over, with a smile.

The few rookie agents in the observation room exchanged glances.

After a long moment, Lake let out a contemptuous laugh, stood up, and walked towards the door.

Just then.

"Shit!"

"Careful!"

Amidst the startled cries of the few rookies in the observation room, the man of Monkey descent, who had been lowering his head and trembling, directly grabbed the Glock 17 in his hands. His eyes bloodshot, he aimed the gun at Lake, whose back was turned to him. "I’ll kill you."

Saying this, The man of Vietnamese descent directly pulled the trigger.

But…

The next second.

"Boom!"

"Pfft!"

"…"

Everyone in the observation room was stunned.

Lake turned around and looked at the man of Monkey descent, who was slumped in the chair with a hole in his chest, his eyes still holding an expression of utter disbelief in his final moments.

He seemed to be thinking:

This shot…

Why didn’t the bullet come out of the barrel, but from the back?

Adam, who had run in upon hearing the gunshot from outside, was also shocked as he looked at the scene in the interrogation room.

What was going on?

Inside the observation room.

The interrogation footage was replayed.

The image was very clear: the moment Lake turned around, the man of Monkey descent grabbed the pistol. Then, at the moment he fired, the barrel did not emit fire; the bullet came out from the back, and a special explosive charge directly blasted into his own chest, blowing a large hole.

Simply put, The primate descendant committed suicide.

The evidence is conclusive.

The bizarre gun created by Ling Ling Qi was also a prize from the last lottery. Lake had never thought he’d have a chance to use it, but now it seemed, just like in the movies, even a piece of toilet paper had its uses.

This statement is not false.

Didn’t it just get used?

A while later.

Information analysts from the Homeland Security office queried the phone numbers of the primate councilor, his office phone, and his son’s phone. They then directly matched them with the Los Angeles FBI office’s number and found a suspicious call.

Billy Kings.

He was the African-American federal agent in charge of Brian O’Conner’s undercover operation.

On the day this batch of black cars was transported, Billy Kings’ office had made a call to the primate councilor’s office that lasted ten minutes. What they discussed is unknown, but it was clear that after this call ended, that night, the black car syndicate immediately discovered Brian O’Conner’s undercover identity.

Adam snapped back to reality and looked at Lake, as if asking if they should make an arrest.

Lake thought for a moment, took out his phone, and directly dialed the California FBI Director.