The lock had obviously been pried open, and the cylinder had been damaged and could no longer be locked. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Eric was stunned for a few seconds, a little unresponsive.

Suddenly, he felt a burst of amusement.

His family was almost never visited, not even by his classmates who came to the house for a party. The two-storey building resembles a bamboo retreat for a mountain hermit, and despite its location in the glittering city of New York City, it is completely isolated from the outside world, even Eric's parents, who don't know what to live or die. The first person to visit in a long time seemed to be a lock-picking snitch, and Eric felt that if the thief hadn't left, he would have to get something decent from the fridge for a treat.

When he pushed the door open and entered the entrance, to his surprise, the lights in the living room and study were on, and it seemed that if he was really a thief, he was also quite arrogant. Eric wiped the rain from his forehead, tossed his bag to the ground, and swaggered inside.

Perhaps the average person should be more cautious if he is not sure whether there is a thief in the house, but he will not, because strictly speaking, he is not an "ordinary person".

The scene in the living room was beyond his expectations. There were no sneaky thieves who had gone in behind the curtains because their master had suddenly entered, but two uninvited guests in suits and leather shoes sat on his cheap old sofas, seemingly patiently waiting for his return. Eric can't help but think of the traditional plot of a science fiction movie, where a gang of black suits break into your life and point at you what kind of savior you say, and then you somehow evolve from a passerby to a male pig's foot.

"Who are you?" The owner of the house still has to ask, "What are you doing in my house?" ”

A man in a black suit stood up: "Is that Mr. Eric Charlotte?" ”

"Yes."

"We are the CIA." He showed his ID.

"It's as if this little card is explaining 'why you picked the lock on my door and sat on my couch as a matter of course.'" Eric said angrily.

The man was a little surprised. He originally seemed to think that his "master pass" was revealed, and most people's reaction should be to gasp and be in awe.

However, the black suit continued to explain: "It's about your parents. It's highly classified, and I can't explain it to you, but now you're in high danger. We have been sent to protect you in a custodial manner, and we hope that you will cooperate. ”

After a pause, the black sunglasses seemed to reveal a cold gaze that only killers who have taken countless lives, like a steel knife on his neck.

"If you don't cooperate, then I'm very sorry, for everyone's safety, I'm afraid we have to use strong measures. What needs to be explained beforehand is...... This is not a request. ”

Eric's eyes flickered, not knowing what he was thinking, and he didn't seem to be at all frightened by the sudden intrusion into his ordinary life.

Finally, he sighed softly.

"This is the end of the beautiful and ordinary life." He pointed in the direction of the toilet, "Before you go, let me go to the toilet, okay?" I've been holding it all the way. Otherwise, before that 'high danger' finds me, I should hang up first. ”

The two black suits looked a little strange, exchanged glances and nodded.

Eric strode into the bathroom, locked the door with a "click", and then stopped moving.

A minute passed, and the black suit seemed to finally notice that something was wrong. One of them tentatively screamed at the toilet without responding, and then kicked the bathroom door open.

It was empty, the toilet lid had never been lifted, the narrow curtains in front of the windows were blown by the wind, and the torrential rain poured frantically from the windows on the windowsills and tiles.

Eric sped down the alley that had been washed away by the rainstorm and gave off a musty smell. This is the alley behind his house, and there are so many forks in the road that it can be said to lead in all directions, and can lead to almost every main road in the vicinity.

The two self-proclaimed "CIA agents" were so amateurish that Eric didn't need to say a few words to guide them. First of all, the layout of those two work cards is still designed in the last century, maybe it's okay to deceive other people, but Eric happened to have seen the genuine version with his own eyes.

Another thing that can help Eric confirm is that a crisp suit can't help the two stupid big guys cover up the thick ruffian aura on their bodies. The aura on both of them is not the kind of murderous aura that belongs to cold-blooded agents or professional killers, but more like scoundrels who collect money to arrest people on the street. It may not be possible for the average person to tell the difference, but Eric can smell the difference between the two with just one look. So even though he didn't know who these guys were or what they were trying to do with him, he knew they weren't coming.

What, how would he know this?

This is, of course, because he is the same kind of person as the former.

It was said earlier that Eric's life before he traveled "didn't have the madness of the present", but that didn't mean that it was a completely normal place. In fact, he was born as a warrior in his previous life, and he didn't know who his parents were, only that he had been trained as an alternative to the country's top agents for as long as he could remember, and it seemed that he had been born to be designated as the sharp knife of the army.

It was true that he had acquired extraordinary abilities before he reached adulthood, but that was not what he wanted. He has long been tired of killing day after day, and he is extremely envious of the life that every ordinary person can have.

At the age of sixteen, when he learned that he was terminally ill, he felt a sense of relief.

He spent the first sixteen years of his life as a top-secret agent, living only for the sake of the state and orders, and only when he learned that he had the last two years left in his life, he made up his mind to abscond and seize the limited time to enjoy everything that life had missed.

And in his last moments, he found a quiet deep mountain, sat in the forest and watched the final sunset, quietly closed his eyelids and waited for death to come, he crossed. He was born again, regained a life, was given a second chance.

This time, he just wants to be an ordinary person, get married and have children, and worry about the little things of making money and livelihood like every ordinary person, and enjoy every memorable moment in his life.

It's a pity that even in this new world, this seems to be an extravagant hope.

Now, he crossed the alley at the speed of a professional athlete's 100-meter sprint, ready to merge into the main road.

A pitch-black Porsche stopped the car at the entrance of the alley with the screeching friction of tires, and another black suit in the driver's seat was playing the steering wheel exaggeratedly, with white headphone cables attached to his ears.

Well, it doesn't work. Eric immediately turned around, reversed course and rushed into another alley.

He used to be a good hunter, and now that the character has changed to prey, he is confident that he can play with the hunter!