Back to the hotel.

When Lake walked out of the elevator, he suddenly realized something. It seemed that he had arrested Brian O'Connor directly, as if he had confirmed Brian's undercover identity?

this……

Lake shook his head and opened the room.

Rachel looked at Lake who was entering the door, turned off the TV that was being broadcasted live, and looked at Lake: "So, your car has been found?"

Lake nodded.

Rachel heard Lake's somewhat unhappy tone and said curiously: "Hasn't the car been found? Is it broken?"

Lake's expressionless face: "It's stained."

The car was found.

But the account has not been settled yet. Who will be involved in it? Who will be the mastermind?

Rachel frowned: "Then, do you want Josie and I to go back first?"

Lake looked at Rachel: "Why?"

Rachel shrugged: "You need to work."

Lake spread his hands: "Give me three days to solve this problem, and then according to the original plan, I will go to Santa Barbara for a vacation. I have rented all the villas, rented them in advance, and the money will not be refunded."

no way.

It is the peak tourist season, and it is like this everywhere. You can book this villa at a discounted price in advance. Tokassel helped me find someone who bought real estate in Santa Barbara to rent it.

Rachel didn't want to disturb Lake in the business because of them. Now that he heard Lake say this, he smiled: "As long as you don't delay your affairs, I'll take Josie here for a shopping trip."

Lake laughed.

the next day.

Lake came straight to Homeland Security’s office in Los Angeles.

"Sir."

"Where is that federal undercover?"

"Here."

Adam, who was responsible for receiving Lake, cooperated with the action yesterday, under the leadership of Adam, Lake directly pushed open the door of an interrogation room and saw Brian O'Connor sitting inside.

Brian immediately looked at Lake who walked in: "You didn't tell Mia, my identity."

This tone...

It seemed to be a little nervous.

Brother, you are an undercover agent.

Lake suddenly thought of something inexplicably, as if there is a beautiful little sister or sister in the hostile camp, then the undercover and the beautiful little sister must have a love brain replaced the IQ brain.

Without exception.

Let’s not talk about it too much. Basically, there are about twenty of the undercover agents among the 100 undercover agents. When they are undercover agents, they will fall in love with the sister, sister, and wife who are targeted by their love brains because of their love?

This is amazing.

Lake pulled open the chair with expressionless face and sat down. He slapped two photos on the desktop.

One is a photo of Lake's original white Porsche Cayenne.

One is the photo of his new car dyeing his sky blue with inferior car paint.

"Tell me."

Lake crossed his hands and looked at Brian O'Connor opposite: "What's going on? Who is the one who receives the car, who dyes my car, and who is behind this car collection organization."

Brian frowned and said, "I don't know, that's just what I use to pretend to be an undercover agent."

Lake laughed loudly: "You don't know?"

Brian nodded.

Lake did not force her, packed up her photos, got up, with a faint expression: "Adam!"

Adam pushed the door and walked in.

Lake walked towards the door without looking at it: "Turn him to New York and wait for me to go back, and I will slowly entertain him."

Adam nodded.

Brian was stunned for a moment, looking at Lake's back and shouted: "Wait, wait a moment, wait..."

Lake has disappeared.

Next door interrogation room.

The owner of the car shop helped gauze on his legs and his hands were clad on the chair.

After Lake came in, he looked up at the surveillance camera in the upper left corner.

The monitoring lights went out instantly.

The way up.

Lake smiled.

The agent in the monitoring room unconsciously touched his nose, feeling that he was not far from the day of promotion and salary increase.

The owner of the car shop looked at Lake sitting opposite him and said the first thing he said was to hire a lawyer.

Lake laughed and said, "Lawyer, it is suspected of endangering the security of the country. Sorry, your lawyer can't help you. I asked, you answered, you can go out, but if you answered, I will throw you directly into the Alcatraz Prison."

The car shop owner frowned: "Devil's Island Prison, isn't it closed?"

Lake smiled at the owner of the car shop, and then whispered: "There is no file in the secret prison. The FBI has overseas prisons. Of course, our homeland security is also there. Don't worry, if you don't want to say it, I will leave you the best place. You are roommates with the Texas murderer Billy who killed ninety-six people in three days. OK."

"What?"

"dislike?"

Lake raised his eyebrows, touched his chin, and thought for a while: "What about being locked up with the strong man who is in Hawaii, who is in Hawaii for a month, and who is known as fifty times a day?"

The owner of the car shop felt cold sweat. Who is this? His head was shaking like a rattle, and he said tremblingly: "I said, I said, as long as I say, can I go out?"

Lake smiled and said, "Of course."

The car shop owner took a deep breath: "I said, what do you want to know."

"everything."

“…”

Lake glanced at the owner of the car shop, leaned against the chair, took out a box of cigarettes from his arms, handed it to the owner of the car shop, lit it for him, and then lit it for himself: "Let me tell me first, when did I receive this car?"

The owner of the car shop took a puff of cigarettes and seemed to be calmer: "I am only responsible for picking up the car. These cars were driven to me last night."

Paused.

The owner of the car shop seemed to have thought of something and ordered the sky blue Porsche Cayenne on the desktop: "I am only responsible for providing the backyard. They regularly give me a rental fee of $1,000 a month. If there is any car, I can also sell it at the cheapest and low price. They gave me this car at the price of $150,000."

Lake said with no expression: "When I bought it, I bought nearly 50,000."

The car shop owner said: "80% new, with a lot of miles, and you bought it in New York."

Lake nodded.

The owner of the car shop said: "In Los Angeles, this kind of car is new, and there is no trouble, which is only a price of 25,000 US dollars."

Lake's mouth twitched.

Am I slaughtered?

Wait a moment.

Lake clicked the table: "I'm off topic, continue talking."

The owner of the car shop seemed to let go, pointed to the photo and said, "Early yesterday morning, Brian and the five people drove six cars over. I booked this car. Then this morning I asked Brian to go back and check if there were any potential problems. The five people were waiting for the check-up and the collected money to leave. I didn't know anything."

Lake said: "Brian."

The owner of the car shop said: "Yes, he is a federal agent. For God's sake, I only provide a venue and I don't know anything."

He felt that he was wronged. He was just a businessman. The FBI found him and asked him to put an undercover agent on his side to get close to Boss Tang on the grounds that his backyard was a warehouse of stolen cars.

Lake looked at the aggrieved expression on the face of the car shop owner: "You asked Brian to collect the car. He is a federal undercover agent. What do you think?"

The owner of the car shop took a irritated breath of cigarette butt: "I don't know, they asked for it."

"Who asked for it."

"I've been in touch with the man who gives me $10,000 a month. He called and asked Brian to collect the car with them. What can I do?"

“…How did they know that Brian is undercover?”

"I have no idea."

Lake nodded and stood up and left.
To be continued...