Of course, Lake will support the Red Queen.

Lake has absolute control over any item or other items that come out of the lottery, which is the core. Even if he gives Catherine's four-dimensional pocket to his little cotton jacket, he can take it back at any time as long as Lake is willing.

Not to mention the so-called small universe.

Born in his chaotic universe, even if everyone has realized the small universe, Lake wants to peel it off at any time, because what he originally perceives is the chaotic universe that accommodates constellations.

Lake looked at the information about Future Weapons R&D Group on the computer screen and touched his chin.

As Tony said.

This information...

No matter how you look at it, it's weird.

A company that focuses on arms research and development actually does not have a R&D center under its name. At least, no expert who can be named in the arms industry testifies. There are two R&D centers, but all the personnel information in it is collected in Lake's eyes.

How to say it.

If Stark Industrial's R&D center is still there, one of these people will probably be troublesome to be an ordinary employee, because none of them are professional.

Almost every one of these employees was once a soldier in the resume.

All right.

When Tony Stark saw this information, he thought that the company was so abnormal that it seemed to have some plans for the world, while Lake saw a huge money laundering group.

Money laundering group wholly owned by the NATO Military Alliance.

Moreover, with Lake's idea, the more he looked at this future weapon R&D group, the more he felt that his guess was correct.

"Red Queen!"

"uh-huh."

"Searching out the future transactions that the Weapons R&D Group has made with NATO over the years, as well as the accounts that are related to NATO."

"Hold on!"

This is not a difficult task for the Queen of Hong. Even in a secret bank, he needs to connect to the Internet. As long as he connects to the Internet, it will basically be the back garden of Queen of Hong's house.

Crazy.

Stacks of information appeared on the computer screen instantly.

One hour later.

Lake realized it.

This future weapon research and development group is a money laundering arms company of the NATO Military Alliance.

A toilet was sold to the NATO Military Alliance for a price of 30,000 US dollars. Why is it so expensive? The answer is that this is the so-called war toilet. The difference between it and ordinary toilets is only a suffix.

But of these 30,000 US dollars, 25,000 US dollars were diverted. After a series of complex and dazzling operations, they entered some people's overseas banks.

MMP.

Lake now has only one thought.

By the way, did he retire early in the army?

Lake shook his head and turned off the computer. What high technology can a NATO military alliance's royal money laundering arms company have? It is probably so sarcastic that it is just to make NATO pay more money.

The so-called exhibition is probably just a PPT to brag about. As for the finished product, it may be as far away as someone who will return next week, and the postponement is being postponed.

Forget it, I used to travel in the past, and it was really a high-tech or a money laundering group, and it had a relationship with me.

sleep.

the next day.

Lake drove directly to Kennedy Airport in New York.

get off.

Hermione followed him down, looked at Lake who got off the driver's seat, and smiled and said, "You're sure, I don't need me to accompany you. I heard that men usually can't stand loneliness outside."

"It's obvious that the person who said this doesn't understand me."

Hermione smiled and said, "That's right, Brussels seems to be quite close to Hungary."

Lake tilted his head and looked at Hermione: "It's just a bad one now. Belgium is on the west side of Europe and Hungary is on the east side."

"When Paris is quite close to Budapest."

“…”

Hermione looked at the grumpy expression on Lake's face, laughed haha, and looked at Lake: "Since I've said that, I'm going to end here, so I won't be jealous, and I have no reason to be jealous of a thousand-year-old monster."

Lake sighed, without intending to answer the conversation, and was preparing to walk towards the special plane.

"etc."

"There's something else?"

Hermione walked up to Lake, hugged and kissed Lake, then looked up at Lake, and said curiously: "What are you going to deal with that Jiaying?"

Lake raised his eyebrows: "What?"

Hermione said, "You know what I'm talking about. Once Skye knows the truth, then Skye must know that you've known it a long time ago. What do you say then?"

Lake smiled and looked at Hermione with an inexplicable smile.

Hermione frowned: "What, am I wrong?"

Lake kissed Hermione's forehead, turned around and walked towards the plane, waved his hand without looking back: "Who said Skye didn't know yet, let's go."

After saying that.

After Lake entered the cabin, the hatch door began to be recycled automatically.

Hermione stood there and blinked.

Skye?

knew?

When did this guy tell Skye? Why didn't I see it?

Hermione turned her head and looked at the special plane that had already pushed out of the hangar, went straight to the line, and took off straight away, thinking in her heart.

Thousands of miles altitude.

Lake's special plane flew directly to Brussels. According to the plan, he would first meet with Minister Kelly and take the special plane to Brussels. However, when Lake thought of the way Minister Kelly, who always sighed with a quit coin when drinking, he simply set off on the road alone. The journey was so far. Even if he was drinking, Lake would rather drink by himself than drink with Minister Kelly.

Five hours later

The plane will be able to reach its designated location in a few hours with the plane entering the North Atlantic International Air Route.

Lake slept for a night, took a shower, and walked out of the bedroom.

A thud.

The plane floated up and down.

Cause of airflow?

Boom!

Lake was thinking just now, and a sound came from his ear, and he looked out of the plane.

Wow!

Fighter escort?

"Dong!"

The cockpit door opened and the co-pilot said to Lake: "Sir, a federal general who calls himself Clayton Abernasey requests communication with you."

Lake raised his eyebrows.

Hawke?

Lake walked into the cockpit, took the headphones he handed over, and frowned slightly: "General Hawk?"

soon.

The voice of the federal lieutenant general, General Hawke, who served as the front commander of the NATO military alliance in Afghanistan, came from the headset: "Lack, are you interested in coming and having a drink with me?"

Lake looked at the fighter jets that had been escorted on both sides of his special plane, and had an arc on his lips: "If I say no, are these two fighters going to destroy me?"

Hawke laughed heartily: "How could it be?"

Lake said, "What's this for?"

Hawke said: "These two fighter planes are excuses for you so that the irritable bull in your family won't let you wear small shoes after you know you and me."

Lake laughed and shook his head: "Okay, where."

Hawke said directly: "My people have sent the location. Hurry up, I have prepared a bottle of Bourbon for fifteen years waiting for you to come."

Lake said, “Refrigerate in the refrigerator first, I’ll be there right away.”

After saying that.
To be continued...