Chapter 232: Live yourself into a mass-produced fierce man

"Ding!"

"Use tracking card!"

"Daniel Whitehoe!"

"Used to...success!"

"..."

Walking out of the hospital, I re-applied the eyebrows of Lake on the special Porsche Cayenne. Just now, did the tracking card jam?

For the first time.

why?

Is it because there are too many Daniel Whitehorse still alive? As a result, even the plug-in is a bit suffocated and turns himself into a mass-produced Daniel Whitehorse, so it takes more time?

Awesome.

This is officially certified.

quickly.

Whoops.

A map was instantly understood by Lake, not a federal map, nor a map of other countries.

What a... it's a map of the world.

Red dots quickly appeared on the world map, one after another, quickly being located by the tracking card, there were more than 20 on the European continent alone.

Mud horse!

Lake felt weak in his heart. He no longer knew whether he admired Daniel Whitehorse's courage or despised Daniel Whitehorse's timidity.

Boss Cao also has seventy-two clones, but Boss Cao did it after his death, you?

Lake shook his head.

unfortunately.

Regardless of whether it is Daniel Whitehorse timid or Daniel Whitehorse courageous, in front of the Krypton gold plug-in, even if Daniel Whitehoe makes more clones, it can't deceive the plug-in.

Whoops.

The position shown by the tracking card rises instantly, and the parallel world map directly becomes the earth. Then, the small blue broken ball rotates, and then, it falls quickly, and instantly locates on the western part of the European continent, accompanied by a rapid fall. The little blue dots soon landed on a very small country.

This is different from the other thirty-odd red dots. This blue dot is where Daniel Whitehorse is.

just……

San Norenzo?

What the **** is this special cat? Does this country exist on the world map?

Lake frowned.

【Ding! 】

[Successful tracking, lasting forty-eight hours, which can consume 100,000 recharged amounts to add 24 hours to the tracking, which can consume 2 million rechargeable amounts for tracking instruments other than the real target. 】

【……】

Lake flipped his right hand, turned back to the direction of New Amsterdam Hospital, and called Emilia.

ten minutes later.

When Lake got out of the car, he already had something similar to a square box in his hand.

Daniel Whitehoe must die.

Whether it is true or false.

"give!"

"……what is this?"

Lake watched John Wick’s wife leave the ward, looked at John Wick who took over the square box and said, "You press the button in the middle of the box."

John Wick pressed it down.

Immediately afterwards, a projection appeared in front of John Wick's eyes, the dense red dots on the European continent, and John Wick looked at Lake in surprise and doubt.

Lake said: "These red dots are the location of the man behind the scenes this time, I think you should know."

John Wick's expression moved: "I thought you said that the people who cloned the base were dead."

Lake said: "Yes, but the person hiding behind the scenes is still alive, and he has turned himself into a dozen people like you have seen. Are you interested?"

John Wick was silent for a while, then looked at Lake: "Do we...know?"

This is his identity exposed.

but……

John Wick couldn't understand where he was exposed.

Lake smiled: "I have an informant."

"Who."

Lake turned and walked towards the door of the ward: "You may not know you, the Black King, do it or not. I don’t want me to look for someone else, but I think you will do it. Remember, this device can only do it. Use it for two months, rest assured, I will help you too."

This time Lake asked Emilia directly for ten million.

have to say.

Among the targets that Lake has always assassinated, Daniel Whitehorse is the most valuable, but there is no way, who makes Daniel Whitehorse more numerous?

Funny laugh!

New York State Building.

"Sir!"

"did you find it?"

"Ok."

In Lake's office, after the assistant Tiffany closed the door, he directly pressed the remote control in his hand, and then a projection was projected.

"San Norrenco, before 1969, was a British colony. The official language was still English. It had a population of less than 50,000 and occupies an area of ​​100 square miles. The number of residents in the capital Lenso is even the lowest in the New York stadium. There is no way to stop the space, the current president is Ribera, he controls the country."

"dictatorship?"

“In a sense, it’s like this, but San Norrenco is still a democratic country. He wins every election. Although Ribera’s reputation is not good, he has a good relationship with London. ."

"..."

Lake touched his chin and looked at the projection. This small island nation, sandwiched between the Netherlands and Belgium, across the sea from the United Kingdom, said: "Who provided him with the funds?"

"no one."

"..."

Tiffany nodded and said: "Ribera's ancestors are very wealthy. In San Norrenco, tourism, aviation and fisheries as the pillar industries are all controlled by his family."

Paused.

Tiffany re-slashed a piece of news: "Just ten days ago, many tourists posted news on the Internet saying that the entry of San Norrenco is extremely strict. Even on the sea, there are rented ones from San Norrenco. Several sea boats were swaying back and forth."

Lake raised his eyebrows.

What does a country with such a low sense of existence impose martial law, do you intend to launch a coup?

Next second.

Lake's eyes suddenly stagnated. If Daniel Whitehorse's real body was in this small island country that Lake hadn't even heard of before, but he wasn't the owner of this small island country's dictator.

Then...

Is it possible that Daniel Whitehorse is not the gold master, but Ribera.

Make a facelift.

Steal the day and change the day.

Good guys.

Lake once again couldn't help but applaud Daniel Whitehoe’s wisdom in his heart. This is so cute, I have to say, if he hadn’t had a plug-in, I would never have imagined that Daniel Whitehoe could do such a thing in his dreams. Out.

Talking.

Lake asked Tiffany to zoom in on the satellite map of San Norrenzo, point to the building against the blue dot that only he can see, and say, "Where is this?"

Tiffany looked at it: "The Presidential Palace of San Norrenco, nominally, this land is also the land of the Ribera family, leased to San Norrenco, and Ribera uses this to collect high rents every year. "

That's it.

Awesome.

Surprisingly brilliant.

There was a secret voice in Lake's heart. Ribera is undoubtedly the real body of Daniel Whitehorse. This IQ is only right. Hydra is already notorious. Why hang a tree?

Hydra draws nutrients from S.H.I.E.L.D. to do the Hydra business, and Daniel Whitehoe is also secretly using Hydra's information to quietly do Mimi's own business.

Amazing.

It is indeed an old man whose status is almost equal to that of the Red Skull during World War II.

Lake retracted his own evaluation. Daniel Whitehorse was not stupid at all, but clever, a little too clever.

At night.

Lake returned home.

Skye sat crackling on the keyboard on the high stool.

Lake raised his eyebrows.

correct.

The reason Daniel Whitehorse was able to live so long was because of the transplant of Jiaying’s organs, right?

Do you want to tell Skye?

Lake thought in his heart. He walked to the bar and dismissed the idea. It was not that he could not tell, but that if he told Skye that her mother was eaten by a man in a certain sense, it would probably leave a deep psychological shadow. of.

Forget it.

Help if you can.

Lake thought this in his heart, turned around to take the wine and looked at Skye: "How is it?"

Skye shook his head somewhat discouragedly: "Nothing, I feel that I just came out of the air."

Lake said, "Don't you have your birth certificate?"

Skye shook his head: "Fake, when I ran away from the foster home for the first time, the foster care center had looked for it and found the hospital. The hospital said my file was forged."

Lake shrugged: "Give up?"

Skye's eyes were firm: "No."

Next second.

Skye looked at Lake: "I don't really want to find them. I just want to know who they are. If possible, I would like to ask them why."

Lake smiled, and when he was about to go up with his glass, he stopped: "Skye."

Skye turned around: "Yeah."

"Try to check it out in Dongguo, maybe you can find something."

"Dongguo, why?"

"You have Eastern blood, don't you?"

"Perhaps, the East is not only the East country, but also the Japanese island country and the stick country."

"You are of Eastern origin."

"Uh……"

"At your age, when you were born, there were relatively few mixed-race children in Dongguo. If you disappeared in Dongguo, then, perhaps, there is your file in a certain archive."

"……is it?"

"It's better than you blindly compare the missing child database."

"……Thank you."

"You're welcome!"

Lake laughed, and after accepting Skye's thanks, he went upstairs with the handrail of the spiral staircase.

the next day.

Lake once again passed the question of Skye's dinner to Kassel, and then drove directly to the garage of the New York International Airport.

"is it?"

Lake grabbed the phone, listened to the voice of John Wick, smiled and said, "Well, I wish us a good hunt this time?"

"it is good!"

John Wick was on the phone and walked into the Continental Hotel. The attendant over there looked at Baba Yaga who opened the door with a serious face. John Wick said to Lake, "Where do you start?"

Lake got on the special plane, sat on the sofa, smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Belgium!"

John said OK, hung up, took out five gold coins from his arms and looked at the black attendant: "Go to Bulgaria's transportation service!"

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