The legendary life of a manga

Chapter 96 European VAM Consortium (reward plus 45, thank you Antetokounmpo!!)
no doubt.

Liszt's words are Chiguoguo's temptation to test the relationship between the Black King and Lake.

Lake didn't care about that.

Since the avatar came into existence, Lake and the Black King had not appeared on the same screen once or twice. If there was no avatar, Lake might directly explode into anger at Liszt's temptation.

But right now?
Leaving aside the fact that they are already ordinary friends because of Hydra's sincerity and respect, it's just that Lake also intends to enrich the attributes of the black king's vest.

and so.

Lake didn't show any signs of getting mad, he just said lightly that the relationship between him and Lake was a lifesaver, and let Hydra slowly guess the rest.

Liszt obviously didn't meet the first-level relationship between the Black King and Lake, and seemed to be a little silent.

Lake got up and put down the empty wine glass: "It's nothing, I'm leaving first."

Liszt came back to his senses: "Wait."

Lake sat down again, with a smile on his face: "Why, do you have any business to take care of me?"

Again.

Lake didn't care who to kill, as long as the target conformed to his rules, Lake didn't care who placed the order.

He killed two Hydras, one yard for one yard!
Liszt nodded: "Yes."

Lake laughed and shook his head.

Upon seeing this, Liszt said: "This person fits the mark of Mr. Black King, and we are willing to bid 100 million dollars."

Lake waved his hand: "In three months, I have something to do and I need to leave New York."

Seeing this, Liszt was a little silent.

Lake thought for a while, wrote a note with a number on it, and handed it to Liszt: "After three months, make this call, as long as it meets my standards, I will accept the order."

Something really happened.

100 million.

After making this order, you can draw ten times. The damn lottery cheat draws ten times in a row and comes with a gift box for a lottery. It's just that Lake has never saved enough 100 million for a lottery. That's all.

After saving enough [-], Lake will have the illusion that he will definitely be able to win the golden legend this time.

Repeatedly defeated.

Lake never tires of it.

Liszt said curiously: "Mr. Black King, may I take the liberty to ask where you are going? Maybe, we can help you if you go to other places."

Lake smiled and said, "You can't help me with this."

Done.

Lake got up straight away and left without looking back.

the next day.

Lake is packing his things at home. He really has something to go out for. Since he lost his chance to eat soft food at the age of 20, he has to go abroad every year from February to June.

"Jingle Bell!"

"Hey."

"elder brother."

Betty Ross on the phone.

Lake held the phone and stuffed a change of clothes into his suitcase: "What are you doing?"

Betty laughed: "Are you going to Budapest?"

Lake was expressionless: "No, I don't have time, find a purchasing agent myself!"

"elder brother--"

"no!"

Lake rolled his eyes. Ever since he went to Budapest in the first year and bought local specialty pastries for Betty when he came back, he has been out of control ever since.

Good guy.

It has been 11 years now, and every time Lake goes there, he has to bring back pastries. Since last year, Lake has felt that the people there are looking at him wrongly.

how to say.

That's the look Chiguoguo looks at the pretty face. Every time I come here, the food and accommodation are included and the result is that I even take the food instead. Could it be that I have something in mind?
Ha ha.

Lake had already killed the group of people with an infinite version of the Glock [-] pistol.

"elder brother!!!"

"I'm not going this year."

"what?"

Betty on the other side of the phone was stunned and said, "You must have lied to me. Didn't you say that you have to go there every year to breathe the real free air so that you don't become crazy? Why don't you go this year?"

Lake laughed and said, "If you don't believe me, wait until tomorrow to make a video call with me to see if I'm in New York."

In the past, there was no clone.

Now?

Lake has already figured it out. In the past, vacations were all done by asking for leave, and he lost three months of salary all at once. This year is different. The clone continues to work and fish in New York, and the main body goes to Budapest to spend time with his little padded jacket and Children fucking develop feelings.

The plan is perfect.

Betty had nothing to say, so she could only hang up the phone.

Lake smiled, put the phone aside, and continued to pack his luggage.

night time.

Lake, who took off his glasses, left the Continental Hotel, rented a car from the Continental Hotel, and then went straight to New Jersey in the countryside outside the city.

At the private airport in the suburbs of Jersey City, a Gulfstream private jet has been waiting quietly at the airport for a long time.

"Mr. Muraby."

"good evening."

Lake handed his car keys to the gatekeeper of the airport, a Mr. Morabi who looked about 80 or [-] years old and wore a large floral shirt, and then pulled his luggage towards the airport not far away. Private jets go.

There were two bodyguards in black suits at the boarding gate.

watch carefully……

The suits of these two people are obviously more high-end than Lake's suits.

"Settle down."

"Sahu."

"..."

Lake greeted each other as usual, but did not get a response from the two of them as always, shrugged his shoulders, and boarded the plane as usual.

After the two bodyguards looked around, their eyes fell on a grove outside the airport. After the two looked at each other, they shook their heads. Only the person named An Dun on the left looked towards the grove over there. Opened their mouths, and then the two turned around and boarded the private jet one after the other.

10 minute later.

After taxiing, the private jet entered the state of taking off.

soon.

The plane disappeared into the clouds.

After half an hour.

A black car slowly drove out of the road beyond the woods and headed towards New York. The co-pilot took out his phone and made a call.

The call is connected.

"Sir."

"How about it."

"The Black King departed in a private jet parked at an airport outside Jersey."

"... Can you see clearly?"

"Yes, although I didn't see the front, but the Black King didn't lose sight along the way, and I can be 90.00% sure that it is him."

"And... sir..."

"Say."

"...The two bodyguards at the gate of the plane seem to have spotted us just now."

"What, are you sure?"

"...not sure."

"..."

At this moment, a man sitting in the back seat raised his head and said, "I found the information at the Air Traffic Management Bureau. It is the plane of the European VAM consortium."

"VAM?"

"Yes, sir."

"...Understood, Lake Edwin is still in that bar, right?"

"Yes, sir."

"..."

Alexander Pierce hung up the phone directly.

His brows were tightly wrinkled.

V—A—M!

This is the name of a consortium in Europe, but it is a combination of the names of three people.

……

(End of this chapter)