Newbie Village Old Village Chief (Happy New Year!!)

As the bullet, fired from two kilometers away, shattered the window and hit its target, the restaurant erupted into screams and chaos.

The socialites and gentlemen dining there, dressed in their finest, now screamed and rushed towards the elevators and stairwells.

They fled without hesitation.

Their practiced escape made one appreciate the importance of safety education, yet their efficiency was also heartbreaking.

Lake blended into the fleeing crowd and got away.

Natasha?

"Maureen!"

"..."

Natasha looked at Maureen, who had just lost all vital signs from a gunshot to the head. She glanced at Lake, who had already vanished, then took something from her embrace.

Tear!

Natasha tore off something resembling a sticker and quickly placed it on the gaping wound in Maureen's head.

The sticker immediately began to inflate like a balloon.

In less than three seconds, a bubble, shimmering with blue hope, encased Maureen's head, which had been pierced completely through.

Alpha Gel!

As everyone knew, this was a universe teeming with black technology.

Had anyone seen someone dismembered and then sewn back together with needle and thread?

Lake had.

In movies!

After finishing, Natasha let out a sigh of relief. Although she knew there was little hope, doing something was better than doing nothing. She then took out her phone and dialed the number for the New York Operations Center.

Five minutes later.

Rumble rumble rumble!

A helicopter appeared above the building. Agents rappelled down, crashing through the window. A S.H.I.E.L.D. doctor quickly approached and took Maureen, whose life was being sustained by the Alpha Gel, from Natasha's hands.

But...

This was clearly a pipe dream.

Brain matter had splattered everywhere. To save her would likely require a fight with Mephisto!

Twenty-five minutes later.

Emerging from the elevator and getting into a S.H.I.E.L.D. car parked by the roadside, Natasha, her clothes and hands stained with blood, said with a grim and furious expression, "Have you found the target?"

The agent replied, "He had already escaped by the time we arrived."

Natasha said gravely, "Issue a full warrant and send it to all other law enforcement agencies. If sighted, neutralize immediately. I only want to see his corpse."

The agent nodded.

Natasha then changed the subject, "What about Lake Edwin?"

Although Lake Edwin wasn't the one who committed the murder, he was undeniably involved in this incident.

Moreover...

Maureen was his girlfriend. Even though they had broken up, wasn't there still some lingering affection between them?

Cold-blooded!

Beast!

Natasha hurled every negative adjective she could think of at Lake. While she had no overt way of dealing with him, her organization, S.H.I.E.L.D., wasn't exactly known for operating in the open.

The agent responded, "One minute ago, the system at New York Kennedy International Airport showed Lake Edwin boarding a plane to Washington."

"Washington?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Notify the agents in Washington. Intercept him at the airport."

"Understood!"

"Drive, to the airport."

"Got it."

The black sports car immediately started up and sped towards New York Kennedy International Airport, which was only about ten kilometers away.

On the plane.

Lake sat by the window, his eyes fixed on the pitch-black scenery outside.

Sigh.

Lake shook his head, feeling a bit helpless. He had wanted to give her a chance. Even if Maureen had come up with the most absurd excuse, Lake would have pretended to have lost his mind and believed her.

Alas...

What could he do if he wasn't given a chance?

I will never bow to women. Those who dare to scheme against me will only meet death, there is no second path!

This is insane, a transmigrator killing his own girlfriend, proving the saying "Looking for love? The kind that costs your life" with his actions. I might be the first to do this, and could even become an internet celebrity in the Transmigrator United Association.

As for why Lake suddenly boarded a plane to Washington?

Lake wasn't actually going to Washington, but the place he was headed to was more convenient to reach by flying through Washington first.

An hour later.

The plane arrived above Washington Dulles International Airport. After circling for a while, it began its descent upon receiving instructions from the airport control tower.

The captain's voice sounded in the cabin.

Lake, who had been gazing out the window, raised an eyebrow as he listened to the captain's apology. He'd received notification that the plane would undergo a temporary inspection in the hangar.

Heh.

A smirk played on Lake's lips. Was this their plan to capture him and slowly break him down in a dark room?

What kind of situation hadn't he seen during his interrogation training at Guantanamo Bay back in the day? And even if you want to catch me, can you?

Soon.

After the plane came to a complete stop, three S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, dressed in black suits and sunglasses, looking like Men in Black, boarded the plane.

"Lake Edwin, you are suspected of involvement in a deliberate homicide. Please come with us."

"FBI?"

Lake glanced at the ID presented by one of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and chuckled twice. "Alright, I'll go with you."

After disembarking the plane.

Two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents flanked Lake, and one person stood by a black SUV.

"Let's go."

"..."

The two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents gave Lake a shove.

Just then.

Boom!

Five military armored vehicles arrived from a distance and drove directly into the hangar. Under the gaze of the people watching from the windows near the parked plane, over a dozen Marines disembarked from the armored vehicles.

Click, clack.

The muzzles of over a dozen Marines' rifles were cocked, aiming at Phil Coulson and the others, who were disguised as FBI agents.

Coulson, the leader, his expression changed drastically.

"Lake, I knew it was a bad idea to let you ask me to pick you up."

"I think it's a good thing."

"I don't think so."

Lake smiled at Jason, the captain of a SEAL B Team who looked like a Mighty Lion and was also a good friend of Lake's. Jason was walking over from behind the Marines. "I don't know who these people are, but I can guarantee they are definitely not from the FBI."

Jason looked at Coulson and the others, also drawing his weapon to point at them. "Really?"

Coulson's expression changed dramatically. "We..."

Lake directly interrupted, "When have I ever lied to you?"

Jason nodded.

The next second.

Jason addressed Coulson and the others, "Put down your weapons. I'll count to three, and you'll face the consequences."

Coulson held up his federal identification. "We are from the FBI, please let us pass."

Jason chuckled. "Fake."

Coulson: "..."

The federal IDs of Coulson and the others were indeed fake.

When was the FBI established?

When was S.H.I.E.L.D. established?

Moreover...

S.H.I.E.L.D. belonged to the Security Council. Even though its headquarters were in the USA, it was still a secret organization. Some law enforcement agencies knew about it, but that didn't mean they would tacitly allow S.H.I.E.L.D. to use their credentials.