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Prologue 2000 Bomb

On a certain day in 2000, the weather was sunny and windless.

Wake Island, Al Lauk Rehabilitation Program Office.

"Powell, that's what you're going to say? The joint examination has determined that she's normal, damn it! It's normal! It's okay to hand it over! All you have to do is give me his MA's signature! Do you understand! I don't want to listen to your worries, doubts, assumptions! That's the business of you joint examination psychiatrists, I'm just the person in charge, I only do things according to the rules and regulations!" a middle-aged white man in a suit and leather shoes snarled at an old white man with a hideous face on the other side of his desk.

"the rules and regulations!" Powell, the old white man, had been arguing with his boss for almost an hour, and the anger between the two people, who usually had a good relationship, was getting bigger and bigger, but Powell knew that he only had the right to build a house, and arguing was not conducive to what he wanted to do, so he decided to change the way of persuasion. I saw him take a deep breath and say, "I'm sorry, I swear I'm not idle and bored to quarrel with you, you should know that." ”

Kent also knew that too much anger was not conducive to work, and Powell was not like those experts and professors, who treated government workers with arrogance on his face, and was a good old fellow, so he pursed his mouth and closed his eyes, and after making a compromise and reconciliation gesture with his hands, he looked at Powell again, nodded and signaled that it would be so.

Powell was silent, he hesitated for a moment, and decided to try to persuade Kent again: "I have been working as a psychiatrist for 20 years, I have seen many people, I have encountered many things, like this, like this, such as this, I have come into contact with this, and it can be said that there is no one in this field who has seen more than me." As he spoke, he picked up the bags stacked on Kent's desk and laid them out one by one

Kent squinted at Bowman's movements, put his right hand on his forehead, and did not speak—didn't the old fellow know what was meant to be enough?

"In fact, there are very mature treatment options for these. Those people are just here to mix up their qualifications!" Powell ignored Kent's impatience, patted the file bag that he had made a mess of, and pointed to the file bag in front of Kent and said: "Only her situation is the only one I have seen in my life! It can be said that in terms of psychological research, she is a special case, in fact, you all know that she is a bomb! If you bring her to China, it is very likely that in ten years there will be a murderer, and then all of us will be finished." ”

"Well, she's a ticking time bomb! But, the results of the joint examination say that she is normal, except for the memory aspect! Bowman, the CIA and the USCIS have spent a lot of money on this project, and if they find out that we have negated the results of the joint examination based on assumptions alone, and put a child in a mental hospital who can inherit at least two million in the future, what do you think they would think! Yes, this bomb can bring at least two million fortunes to American society in the future, and sue everyone for American justice and justice, what do you want me to do?

Powell frowned and looked at Kent, was silent for a while, closed his eyes and shook his head slightly: "May God bless America." ”

"God has always blessed America! Mr. Powell! Please remember that you are only the chief therapist, and what you should do is to take care of the treatment plan of the team, not to conduct research on individual cases, we are not a scientific research institution here!"

"But Kent, on the other hand, do you want your wife and children to live in a society with such dangerous people?"

Kent stared at Powell for a moment, then jerked himself to his feet, ripped off his loosened tie, threw it at an area of the map hanging on the wall, and yelled at it, "Damn bastard!"

Powell looked at Kent, who was venting violently, stunned for a moment, and then shook his head helplessly. He knew that Kent wasn't actually targeting himself - he had been working here for a year, and he had become accustomed to all the curses and venting sounds that sounded around him from time to time, because he had also cursed, otherwise he would have gone crazy a long time ago.

After venting for a while, Kent was probably tired, leaned on the wall with his hands, lowered his head and gasped, and shook his head for a long time before he shook his head and said: "Sorry Powell, I'm really going crazy, let's end this qiē as much as possible, every day here is a nightmare." ”

Powell nodded noncommittally, then looked up at the ceiling and sighed.

Suddenly, as if he had discovered something, Kent tapped the map, then turned back to his desk, untied the file bag that had caused the dispute, and pulled out the text inside and quickly rummaged through it.

Powell was bewildered by Kent's behavior, and asked in a daze, "What's wrong? What are you looking for?"

"Look for something you wouldn't have noticed!" Kent didn't look up, and kept looking.

"How could it be that I wouldn't pay attention to this girl, and I was in charge of all the texts. Powell felt that the guy across from him was saying this insult to his work attitude.

"Old Bowman!" finally Kent looked up at Powell and spoke, but immediately looked down again and began to look for it, muttering as he searched: "Korea, Korea, Korea......"

Powell felt inexplicable, and heard Kent talking about South Korea again, and asked suspiciously: "What's wrong with South Korea?"

"Her mother is Korean! I remember where I saw this, no, this, no, no, aha, this is this!" Kent triumphantly pulled out a copy of the essay and shook Powell, then looked at the essay and read: "Song Huiyi, graduated from Harvard Medical School, Korean, fell in love with Lin Xianhai after the third year of admission, and took a year off from school due to pregnancy and childbirth, haha!"

Powell was a little confused, so: "What's going on here?"

"That's right, on the surface, this girl has no relatives! But that's because our previous idea was to send these children to an orphanage to wait for adoption, after all, the targets are mainly in the United States, and judging from the information sorted out in the past, Lin Xianhai's family has no one left. Kent smiled and nodded, "But, Song Hye-yi's relatives in South Korea must still be there! We can send her daughter to South Korea, just tell the South Korean government that it is forbidden to change her nationality." ”

Powell frowned and stared at Kent and shook his head, indicating that he did not approve.

"Hey, get Bowman, there is another advantage to sending her to South Korea, you will have someone to help cover up whatever you want, as long as she inherits the money after she is 18 years old, you wait for another year or two for the matter to pass, I will help you arrange someone to carry out a secret arrest, and then you can study as much as you want, as long as you can find a funder." Kent looked at the old man in front of him with burning eyes, tempting.

Powell was entangled for a moment, didn't dare to look into Kent's eyes anymore, lowered his head and muttered, "What if she becomes extremely dangerous before she is an adult?"

Kent laughed and said, "No problem, no problem, it's South Korea, it's our territory, the Koreans will listen to the advice from their allies, and there will be no negative news at all." ”

"I only signed the results of the joint examination, and the rest has nothing to do with me. Powell thought for a moment and took out the pen he had with him.

Seeing Powell signing, Kent happily patted Powell's arm and smiled: "Okay, old man, very good." Isn't it a pleasure for us to work together, and hopefully this shit day will end sooner. You go get busy first, I'm going to write an application, after all, we don't know if our Miss Bomb still has relatives alive, we have to arrange for someone to investigate, this is where they are negligent in their work, and it has nothing to do with us, isn't it? And, old man, do you know, this thing is also very helpful to increase our influence in South Korea, it's really great, and they will definitely agree. ”

Powell tilted his head and nodded with a half-smile: "Don't forget what you promised me just now, my research." ”

"Of course, of course, Bowman, as long as you don't go to those bikini girls and try to live for 10 years, I promise you'll do it. Kent solved a problem and was in a good mood enough to joke.

Powell pursed his lips and smiled, then reached out and picked out some articles from the file bag, and said: "In this case, these articles don't need to be filed, it's better to put them here for me." ”

Kent had an eerie smile on his face, and he didn't speak, waiting for Powell to shred the picked out text in his shredder, then he suddenly laughed out loud and sent Powell out of his office while laughing.

After the office door closed, Powell shook his head at Kent's still-unstoppable laughter, and said to himself, "It's all crazy, it's all crazy, and I'm crazy too." ”

Outside the hallway window, a star-striped flag fluttered under the blowing system of the flagpole.

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