Lake Advocates for an Eye for an Eye

Lake.

After serving in the military, he used the free education program provided by the army to directly interview and enroll at Yale University, which he joined through the military interview program the year he retired.

So…

Despite the difference in majors, Lake's personal business card still stated that he was a graduate of Yale University.

As everyone knows, in the federal political arena or law enforcement agencies, if divided by academic factions, Yale holds absolute dominance.

But…

Maureen frowned, "I don't recall you ever mentioning your stories at Yale."

Lake's gaze lingered for a moment on the section listing the Jefferson Hall family's address, then he smiled as he closed the file, saying, "There's probably nothing interesting to talk about."

Every day was spent figuring out how to work and study to earn money for the lottery. At one point, he even helped out with an experiment at the medical school to earn the remaining twenty thousand dollars he needed.

Let's put it this way.

While others' college lives were filled with romance and leisure, Lake's college life was marked by the sweat from hard labor.

So…

There was nothing worth reminiscing about, and even less worth sharing. If there was anything, it was that during his work-study period, many people knew about Lake in the art department, who was always working but still couldn't bring himself to order an extra-large supreme burger at the cafeteria.

From a certain perspective, Lake was considered a notable figure at Yale.

He had a certain level of recognition among students in his cohort and those in the years above and below him.

Maureen nodded inwardly, looking at the file Lake had put away, "What are your plans next?"

"What are my plans?"

Lake shrugged. What was he going to do?

Of course, after eating and drinking his fill, he would go have a good talk with this lawyer and try to reach an agreement on a certain issue.

If they couldn't reach one?

Heh.

Scholars say to repay resentment with kindness; Lake would repay violence with violence.

No matter how you scheme, if the person is gone, everything comes to an end.

Lake preferred simple, direct methods; he didn't need to overthink things.

Of course.

He couldn't say that directly.

Lake smiled and said to Maureen, "What can I do? I'll just get to know my opponent. As for the rest, it's up to fate. After all, I'm suspended again. I can't just go to this person's house and have a nice chat, right? What if you open the door and shoot me? Wouldn't that be a pointless death?"

There were the Stand Your Ground Law and the Castle Law here.

In someone else's home, if you kill them without their permission, your death is in vain.

Maureen didn't believe Lake at all and still reminded him, "Just knowing it yourself is enough. The entire precinct, including the FBI, is searching for that killer. And I heard some other departments have also gotten involved in this incident."

Lake blinked and looked at Maureen, "Other departments? Homeland Security?"

Maureen shook her head, "No, those two are already dead. At least, there's no opportunity to target you from the outside. Now, their only possibility is to target you from the inside, but it's clear that Chief Burt won't let that happen."

Listening to Maureen, Lake raised an eyebrow internally.

Not Homeland Security, then who else?

That organization, the one with an outer shield and an inner snake?

But…

If it was them, how would Maureen know? I heard… do you think I'd believe that?

Lake thought to himself, then shook his head.

Whatever department it was, in New York, besides the NYPD, any other department that comes here, dragons must lie down and tigers must crouch.

The NYPD is the sole law enforcement agency in New York with absolute priority in law enforcement.

A moment later.

As Lake continued to ponder, Maureen's phone rang.

She answered it.

Lake watched as his girlfriend Maureen walked to the balcony to take the call. After a while, she walked back from the balcony, "I have to go. Be careful yourself. I heard someone has already found out about this place downstairs, and some people are very angry."

After the death of White plus Black, even though the NYPD immediately released the killer's surveillance video and held a press conference stating they would spare no effort in pursuing the crazed killer in broad daylight.

But…

Some people of certain skin colors couldn't be bothered to listen. After all, with their received "happy education" philosophy, it was difficult for these people to calmly accept others' opinions or even the truth.

They only saw what they saw and the truths they fabricated.

And their truth was that this was a huge conspiracy, that the NYPD was crying wolf, staging a show to protect their own people.

And they had evidence.

Other than the deceased White plus Black, no one else died at the scene. Even the three police officers only sustained injuries and did not lose their lives.

In the eyes of this group, this was the best proof. Otherwise, why would the person being protected only be injured while the person being protected died?

This was ironclad evidence.

And so...

These people immediately got worked up, shouting slogans to thoroughly investigate the dark secrets. After dinner, they began to surround the NYPD and Starlight Tower.

Even.

Upon learning that Lake's residence was in Starlight Tower, the excitement of the Black community seemed to intensify even further. After all, Starlight Tower, as a special single-race apartment building, had already left a very deep impression on the minds of New Yorkers.

Other New Yorkers regarded Starlight Tower as a spectacle.

While some extreme Black individuals likened Starlight Tower to a pillory of the new era.

What?

Why weren't they excited from the get-go?

Nonsense, protesting is a tradition, and eating is a necessity. You can't go protest on an empty stomach, can you? After all, not every protest successfully turns into a "zero-dollar shopping" spree.

As for how Lake's address was leaked?

Heh.

It was undoubtedly those unscrupulous media outlets.

However...

Lake took out a piece of paper from his pocket, added a name to it, refolded it, and put it back in his pocket.

Go ahead and jump.

The more joyfully you jump, the less you can cry "it was just a job" when it's time for reckoning.

Soon.

Maureen went out.

Lake walked into the living room, turned on the living room monitor, and adjusted it to the outside of Starlight Tower's entrance. He watched the group of Black people shouting but not daring to take a single step into Starlight Tower, a mocking desire appearing on his lips without any attempt to hide it.

A bunch of losers.

Starlight Tower's security team was already on standby in the building's lobby. As long as the Black people outside dared to enter, they would shoot without hesitation.

And they would do so without hesitation.

As mentioned before, some extreme Black individuals viewed Starlight Tower as a segregated building of the new era, so there had been terrorist actions targeting Starlight Tower.

But...

Let's put it this way.

Over the years, the security team at Starlight Tower has shot no less than a dozen, if not a hundred, Black individuals inside the building.

Scared?

Putting aside that this was self-defense based on the Castle Law, just consider this: the security guards can kill, and when it comes to lawsuits, all residents will pay. Let's sue, who's afraid of whom? It's just a contest of wealth, and the people residing in Starlight Tower have never been afraid of anyone.