We all know that Anthony. Hopkins was not connected to his son by means of a mobile phone or a so-called emergency contact.

The doctor knew about the monastery before anyone else, and more than anyone else, and when the word "tick" popped into his mind, he was already on his way to the small village where the Boy Scouts used to assemble and rest—and with the steering wheel in hand, he connected to Chegal for the second time. Bisandi, Chegalle. Bisandi immediately called several of his powerful "friends", who in turn immediately contacted several of the relevant personnel in the Emergency Management Agency. These people are insignificant in terms of position alone, but they have the ability to listen directly to the top like eunuchs in the ancient court of the East.

A brief message marked "Top Secret" was uploaded layer by layer, until it was placed on the desk that had been used by fifty-two presidents, this desk was not large, shiny, oak, wood from a decommissioned Navy ship two hundred years ago, on which the presidents did not know how many statutes, bills, bills and communiqués were signed, and a small note sent out on this table could shake half the world— But for 50 years, people have talked about it most about a woman with a big mouth hiding in it and sucking a president's dick.

"I thought it was over in 1950." Picking up this document with one hand, indeed, it may seem like a small thing, but this little thing is like a tick, and if it is not handled well, it will cause endless trouble.

"Ours is over," another voice said, "but the terrorists are not."

"Are you sure this matter has nothing to do with us?"

"Swear to God, absolutely not, the creepy research and experiments were stopped when we were bare-assed, and all the researchers either went to the cemetery or survived in a nursing home - only the frenzied ones would think of digging it up, but what's so strange about it, it's not the first time they've opened Pandora's box."

"My fear is that the people will immediately associate it with the town of Sami in 1950 and they will be furious."

"Then don't let them connect."

"Lying?"

"No, we just need to state the facts – don't delve into it. And don't think about it - a group of boy scouts and monks, as well as bandits who wanted to kidnap them for ransom, had a landslide that destroyed their monastery and killed several people. It's worth mourning for helicopters and nearby police and military to come to the rescue, cordon off the mountain, and relocate nearby residents for at least four years – to prevent villagers and those who hunt, fish, camp and hike from being threatened by landslides again. ”

"And the monks and the boy scouts."

"The monks' accounts are not clean, they can't be ignorant of what is going on under the monastery, and when they take the money, they keep their mouths shut. The Boy Scouts' instructors are staunch Republican supporters throughout their families......"

"Our people."

"That's right, our people, we can invite their whole family to your screwing vacation. The Boy Scout commander is a retired Marine. He knew how to preserve the honor of the country, and he was so badly wounded to protect his children that he almost died, and I thought, sir, you can award him a medal. ”

"Presidential Medal of Freedom."

"Good. That's it. As for the Crusaders," the voice said with a little sadness, "a child died."

"Do you need me to send someone to his funeral?"

"No, that's too exciting, the people will be suspicious, you just need to write a letter to his parents. But the injured kids need condolences, and we can get in touch with Gregory, who still has a couple of big stars on his hands. Let them visit the hospital and the children will be overjoyed. ”

"As far as I know, there are four other children who have seen that institute with their own eyes."

"One of them is the son of the Boy Scoutmaster, you can see him at the ceremony, and the other three...... No, two. Do you remember Anthony. Hopkins?"

"I remember that my predecessor signed an amnesty decree for him. He's actually a madman, right?"

"Yes, Sasha. Hopkins is his son, and the father-son relationship is strong. ”

"What about the other one?"

"Beelzebub. Bisandi. He is Chegalle. Son of Bisandi. ”

"The original source of this report seems to have been Chegalle. Bisandi. ”

"And Anthony. Hopkins, they put an emergency contact device on their son or something. ”

The sound of rings banging on the table.

"The Bisandi family has been very docile in recent years." The increasingly insidious violence, the unwinding of illegal business, and the large political donations that have been brought to his campaign through all sorts of roundabouts,

"So he immediately called our guys, maybe because he didn't want us to think they were trying to do something with this — besides, Anthony. Hopkins is under the protection of the Bisandi family, and their son is a very close friend. ”

"Then say, Sasha. Hopkins and Beelzebub. Bisandi is no longer a problem. ”

"We will give the Bisandi family a little discount or tilt as appropriate."

"Don't let our opponents and journalists get caught on the foot – and what about the fourth?"

"The fourth person is a little girl, named Lila, her parents died very early, she has a bit of a brain problem, she is a paranormal person, and her guardian is her uncle, who works in the 'agency'."

"Is that the 'agency'?"

"It's that 'agency', she has two uncles, one of whom has a nice position...... I seem to have forgotten to mention Sasha. Hopkins and Beelzebub. Bissandi, and their parents, are not ordinary people, and the 'institution' has their files. ”

"That's why these kids managed to escape from a group of heavily armed mercenaries, didn't they?—— I thought they met the real 'Macaulay?' Culkin's yet. So the 'institutional' side also needs to be given some benefits?"

The sound of rings banging on the table.

"We don't have to give anything," the voice said, "the GCI and the 'Agency' have been entangled for a long time, and they are worried that they will not find a place to speak, and the 'Agency' will not kill itself at this time." ”

"I'm for GCI, those who are paranormal are more dangerous than criminals with guns - is there anything else I need to know?"

"Bao'er. Douglas, a child, was a side branch of the Douglas family, but he didn't make it to the basement. Not much is known, we will inform his parents to let him be quiet. ”

The sound of rings banging on the table.

“…… What about ticks?"

"The Emergency Management Agency, the Health Department and the Safety Committee will be looking at it, they can use a mixture. Radiation and chemical sterility, they also got some parasitic wasps, which would parasitize the tick's nymphs, and when they grew up and flew away, the nymphs died. ”

"You're going to have to keep an eye on them, and you're going to have to do it right away — and get the Health Department to authorize the issuance of health information and tick warnings about tick bites."

"But ......"

"It's tick season, and two kids have already been bitten by ticks, and only a third of the federation is tick-free — I know you're worried, but I'm sitting here. It is necessary to protect the right to life and health of every citizen of the Federation from any violation, whether it is a supernatural ability, a gun, or a tick. ”

"I thought I was going to die this time." said the head of the regiment.

"You are a strong hero." The nurse who had come to change his medicine smiled and touched his forehead with her little fingertips. There was an ochre-colored scratch there.

The regimental commander knew that he had been in an extremely dangerous situation, but he did not know how dangerous it was - when he was brought in, the doctors could not even detect his blood pressure, his heart beat slowly and almost none, his skin was spotted, he was transfused with blood once, and in the following operation, he was transfused with blood that was close to three times the amount of blood in his whole body. His heart and breathing had stopped more than once, and the doctors wondered why he was still able to hold on.

The gouged out eye was not renewable, but the doctors had gone to great lengths to save his other eye, and the surviving eye was finally able to open today, and the regimental commander looked at the unusually beautiful buttocks that were writhing with their backs to him. Whistled faintly.

His injured leg was amputated, but the Boy Scouts' donations and awards were enough to ensure that he and his son would live for the rest of their lives, and a roller merchant of medical equipment offered to provide him with the prosthetic leg he needed for the next 30 years—the leg, which was the latest one. The high-performance carbon fiber composite, which looks like two capital C's, mimics the reflexes of a able-bodied human foot and ankle joint, storing and releasing energy, and allowing him to walk and run at high speed.

The door to the hospital room was pushed open a crack.

After the doctor officially declared him out of danger, many people took turns to see him, and only his son Charlie came at this time.

Charlie applied for a temporary leave of absence from the school, and Beelzebub helped him borrow an apartment in Lafayette, where he studied his 11th grade classes on his own, visiting him once a day in the morning and afternoon.

"Hey." The boy said, walking over and grabbing his hand.

"Hey." The regimental commander said that, in turn, he shook the child's hand, his palm was noticeably thinned, and the skin slid against the bone.

"I baked you a little cake." The boy said he put the biscuits on a small table aside and dragged a chair over to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Chocolate with hazelnut chips?"

"Yes, blueberry jam too."

"Then bring me two pieces." The head of the regiment said: "I didn't think the food in a big hospital would be as bad as a fast food restaurant."

Charlie brought him a cake, a glass of water, and adjusted the straw so his dad didn't have to turn his head.

It was quiet in the single room, and the sound of the head of the regiment chewing and drinking could be heard clearly.

He had eaten all the small cakes, and Charlie was glad that he had baked a large part of the cakes, and only a few were left to read.

"Charlie," said the head of the regiment, "how about I transfer you to another school?"

Charlie was a little surprised, his father wanted to transfer him to another school as early as when he opened up about his homosexuality, but he didn't want to continue to hide it, even if he changed schools, he was still a gay coming out, what he encountered and faced was still the same, he didn't feel the need to change schools.

His refusal annoyed his dad and never mentioned it again.

"Will you take me to a psychiatrist?"

"Nope."

"Then I'm willing to transfer," Charlie said, holding a paper bag containing the cake, "in the new school, I won't hide my sexuality if asked—" he hesitated for a moment, "but I'm not going to shout at everybody anymore that I'm gay—I'm sorry, Dad," he said frankly, "I thought it was handsome, but in fact it only made me look like a big fool and a masochist."

"No one will trouble you anymore," said the regimental commander, "and you will be transferred to Grande."

Charlie's eyes widened suddenly, and the bag of cakes turned into a ball in his hand.

"That's a church school!" He screamed quietly.

"As long as you don't march around naked or harass the professors," said the head of the regiment happily, "no, as long as you don't harass the professors — Hopkins talked to me, and they're all good and well-bred kids — yes, they might ignore you, but they won't spit on you, insult you, or beat you, and they'll have better facilities and teachers than your old school."

"Tuition ......," Charlie reminded.

"Mr. Douglas is willing to pay for all your expenses, tuition, lodging, food, and society in Grande for the next three years, in order to thank me for saving his son."

"But you're here to save me" for ......, and after escaping, his classmates have already told him about what happened after he left.

"So what," said the regimental commander nonchalantly, "it is an indisputable fact that he is back in the barn. ”

"Bao'er. Douglas must have blown up. Charlie said.

"And his father." The head of the regiment smiled bitterly and slyly, if Bao'er's father was a true benevolent and generous man, he might have remained silent, but when he knew that Bao'er. When Douglas's father tried to sue the Boy Scouts and him—he had little to worry about when their activities put his son in danger.

Fergus. Douglas is a hypocritical and greedy man, but when it comes to the Boy Scouts and politicians, he is just a pathetic little tick.

"Sasha and Beelzebub will be your friends," said the captain, "but please don't date them."

"They're as straight as lasers," Charlie said, "but can I date anyone else?—— not girls."

The regimental commander was silent for a moment.

He turned his head to look at his son, and there was only one eye left that he was very unaccustomed to.

"If you will," he said, "Yes."

ps:

Last night, I was going to send the second chapter.,It turned out that I felt a little dizzy after writing a little halfway.,I took a pill and wanted to rest.,As a result, I slept until noon in one breath - definitely not intentionally skipping the ticket.,Sorry.,Continue to write tonight.,One chapter.,Open a new volume......

((One second to remember)