I Don't Like Hydra, but I Like You (Third Update, Please Subscribe!!!)

Alexander Pierce, sitting in the passenger seat, froze completely.

But soon,

Alexander relaxed. After all, they had already been prepared for the fact that Lake knew about them. After the Cobra Crisis, Alexander Pierce had even said that he wanted to get in touch with Lake.

Unfortunately, they had never found the right time.

After all, Lake had already said in the Oval Office that he rarely worked a regular nine-to-five schedule. Most of the time, he simply wasn't where he was supposed to be.

Besides, this wasn't some sales pitch. Come on, they were Hydra—the greatest Hydra in the world. They couldn't just call Lake first, ask about his schedule, and then make an appointment to visit him, could they?

So they were serious about contacting Lake. It was just that, for various reasons—for example, they couldn't simply show up at Lake's home while he was there, nor could they drop in while he was spending time with his girlfriend—they needed a private opportunity they could be sure of. And it couldn't be at the Homeland Building or Gardiners Island.

That kind of contact wasn't called contact. It was called an ultimatum.

Lake glanced at Alexander Pierce. "Is it interesting to keep messing around on this little ball? As a leader, I think you need to broaden your horizons. Don't you agree?"

Plans never changed as quickly as circumstances did.

It was the same old saying.

Lake would swear to heaven that if he had known researching the Cosmic Cube in this version would lead to Earth directly waging war against countless planets and dimensions, he would have done everything possible to keep the Cosmic Cube by his side years ago.

Fortunately,

It wasn't too late yet. It was never too late to mend the pen after the sheep