A row of four or five black SUVs slowly parked on the side of the street, surrounding a family, and a dozen men in suits strode down, carrying strange instruments straight to the gate.

"Ding Dong ......"

A series of barely letting go of the doorbell finally called out the two people inside who were silly happy for Sam to find a girlfriend.

"Who are you?" Sam's father looked behind the door mirror with his small eyes for a long time before he opened the door with an impatient expression.

"Government offices, District 7!" There is no Fifty men under his command, Seymour, the supreme governor of the seventh district. Simmons said with a small silver badge in his hand and like a dog.

"I've never heard of it!" Dad Sam blinked, although his face didn't show it, but he still felt a little worried after seeing the man in the suit who was rummaging around in the yard.

"Not in the future!" Simmons frowned, raised his hand and pushed it on the door, and said, "Your son is the great-grandson of Archibald, right?" Then let me in! Regardless of Sam's father's reaction, he walked straight in.

"Why are there so many people in the courtyard all of a sudden?" This is Sam's strange mother, who also appeared, holding two flashlights in her hands, and seemed to be checking whether the appliances in the house had been damaged by the 'earthquake' just now. "What's wrong? Who are you? ”

"I've already explained this question just now!" Simmons replied indifferently and said, "Your son reported someone stealing the car last night. We believe that this is a matter of national security. ”

"Hey, they're plucking my roses!" Mother Sam screamed.

"National security? So exaggerated? Sam's father was stunned.

"That's right, national security. Now please call your son down! Simmons glanced at the two of them, then turned around and said, "Take me some isotope samples." They need to get tested! ”

"Oh my God, it's their people everywhere. Suits everywhere! Look! Aunt Sam stretched out her head and shouted, "Can you not step on my lawn?" They uprooted all the trees! Oh, my God! Don't let them touch my flowers! Hey! You! I'm going to kick you in the ass! ”

"Please put down your bat, ma'am." A man in a suit walked over, grabbed a baseball bat and said with a serious face: "It's an important evidence!" ”

"Evidence? What law have we violated? Sam's father asked with a jump in his heart.

"Hey, hey, hey. That's mine..."

"You'll know ......"

Before Simmons could finish speaking, Sam's mother pounced, grabbed Simmons and shouted, "You'd better get your people out of my garden, or I'll fix them badly!" ”

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Sam finally noticed that something was wrong down there, and quickly ran down with Michaela.

"Hey, boy, you're Sam!" Simmons grabbed Sam's mom and pushed her aside, giving Sam a weird smile. "You have to come with us." ”

"What?" Sam's parents shouted at the same time, "Hey, that's not going to work!" You can't take my son away! ”

"Hey, sir, I'm already very polite, you know I'm carrying a gun, do you want us to use force? Oh, I forgot! Simmons looked at Sam's mother gloomily and said, "You were trying to attack us just now, trying to fight us?" ”

"Hey! Listen, I'm not one of those hillbillies who spooked off when you guys scared me. I'm a member of the Neighborhood Mutual Aid Committee, and it's impossible to just take my son away! Sam's dad yelled, "I'm not going to fight you, but I'm going to call the police." It's a bit weird. You don't know who you are! ”

"That's right! That's a very accurate word. Simmons nodded, "You." Your son... There are also leash dogs, and there are strange things about the whole organization. ”

"What organization?"

Simmons turned a deaf ear and instructed his men to drag the two men aside and take a shoebox-sized instrument. He said to Sam, "Boy, please come forward and just stand!" ”

"Dididi...... Didi"

Looking at the screaming instrument and Sam's unknown but faintly frightened face. Simmons smiled and said, "14 units." You've found the right person! Label them and roll them away. ”

As soon as he said that, the men in the suits under his command immediately tore off the mask of concealment, and quickly and violently packed everyone and everything they thought was suspicious.

Under the twisting of the two men in suits, Sam's mother continued to struggle and roar, constantly issuing threats, only caring about the vegetation in her garden and the family dog. Sam's dad is much stronger, although he usually doesn't pay attention, but at this critical moment, he didn't forget to tell Sam not to open his mouth and wait for the lawyer!

Simmons didn't care what they were arguing about, because District 7 itself was a privileged existence, and the interrogation didn't need a lawyer to be present at all. It was useless for him to say, and besides, he was not prepared to wait until he returned to start the interrogation.

The vehicle turned on, and the convoy quickly entered the city highway.

Simmons smiled and turned to the front row, looked at Sam and Michaela in the back seat, who were handcuffed, and said, "Okay, Mr. Heartthrob 217, that's the name of your eBay account, right?" ”

Is it the eyes again? Is there a third party?

Sam's heart jumped, his eyelids drooped, and he said, "Yes, that's me." ”

Just admit it!

Simmons smiled and said, "Then you should know what kind of recording you posted yourself last night, and we heard that you said your car was deformed at the police station last night!" Although he used the interrogative sentence form, his tone was indeed extremely affirmative. Can you explain. ”

"This is a misunderstanding! It's true! Sam said in a flickering tone, "Although it did get stolen, it's okay now, because it's back, it's back!" Oh God, I mean it didn't come back on its own! ”

"Of course not. The car won't come back on its own because that's ridiculous! Michaela hurriedly played a side drum next to her, looking for a flaw in Sam's exposure.

"Humph! What an interesting story! Simmons sneered and said, "That's funny." It's true. How much do you two know about aliens? ”

"Martians, you say? ET？ I don't know. ”

"Hey! Any idea what this is? Simmons took out his badge and said, "With this badge, I can do whatever I want." I can lock you up forever. Can this dad in a sports bra never wait for parole, don't mess with me? I have power that you would never have imagined, and now give me honest answers! ”

"What? Parole period? Sam looked at Michaela, who was visibly depressed after being threatened, and wondered.

"Nothing...!" Michaela's expression was a little gloomy.

"Hey, now I'm asking the question! It's not like you're asking a car thief question......"

"Boom, boom!" (To be continued......)