The next day, in the morning.

The sky is clear and cloudless, and the rising sun is reflected on the branches and leaves of the flowers and plants stained with rain.

Dozens of white seabirds hovered high in the sky, and from time to time they swooped into the lake and picked up a big fish, and then they were fleeting, and their bodies were indescribably vigorous and graceful.

Simon had already gotten up early, and was stretching his muscles in the courtyard at the moment, taking a deep breath of the moist air blowing from the sea, the slightly salty air was exceptionally refreshing, lingering between the mouth and nose, giving people a sense of penetration.

However, at the moment, the vast majority of locals do not have this leisure and enjoy the beautiful scenery after the rain, and they are busy cleaning up the courtyards and roads that have been hit by the heavy wind and rain.

Fallen garbage cans, blown debris, collapsed and cracked wooden fences, and all kinds of flowers and trees that were crushed and blown off.

Yesterday evening, the typhoon that was originally blowing in the direction of the Missiest Islands suddenly changed direction for some reason, and it swept past the state of Svanas.

Simon's city of Yehai was not spared, a huge storm directly hit the coastal city, the storm lasted for more than half an hour, causing a lot of damage, many houses and facilities were damaged, and many people at the bottom of the slum were constantly cursing in their busyness.

But none of this has anything to do with Simon.

He was listening to melodious music at the moment, just enjoying the breakfast that had just been delivered from the Mitre restaurant located not far from the community.

A tender veal steak with freshly baked whole-wheat bread, wine-stuffed eggs and fruit tea unaffected by the slightest storm.

He had paid full insurance for the house, and someone would come and assess the damage, and then negotiate compensation with his newly hired private lawyer. As for the chaotic courtyard road that is blown by the strong wind, there is no need to worry.

The property of the community has dispatched personnel early in the morning to check and maintain the power lines and signals in the community, clean up the garbage and debris on the road, and replace the unformed vegetation on both sides of the road with new turf vegetation.

The property management fee of 100,000 dollars per household per year is not paid in vain, and if the property does not meet the service management standards of the collection amount, then wait for the summons from the court.

In this country, having money means having everything, and unfortunately, Simon is really rich now.

When he left, he moved a large amount of assets from the Montae Strange Bureau, not only in terms of money, but from information to materials and even scientific researchers, which can be said to have gained a lot, and it can be regarded as worthy of his hard work in the Special Bureau during this period of time.

After breakfast, Simon looked at the TV in the living room that was constantly playing various morning news, and subconsciously muttered a sentence after gently wiping the corners of his mouth.

"It tastes good, but the taste of the fruit tea is a little too light, I can tell them about it later." However, hasn't the incident in the Kloto Mountains been exposed yet? It seems that Typhoon Monica has done a great favor and allowed the top government officials to breathe a little longer, but I don't know who will come out and take the blame when it completely erupts?

Thinking of this, Simon couldn't help but have a bad smile on the corner of his mouth, it seems that some of the Republicans are busy this time, and our President's Excellency is also busy, I hope that the Democratic Party can see the face of the Supreme Father and not add to the chaos.

Is this possible, though?

Simon thought back to the 200-year history of the United States of Adoria, and thought that even during the decisive battle of the First World War, the two parties had not forgotten to block each other, and subconsciously shook his head.

It seems that I can only mourn for His Excellency the President, hoping that he can successfully complete this term, after all, his new policy is still quite beneficial to a new rich man like himself, but as far as he knows, it is really difficult, difficult.

At least 30,000 citizens were killed in the events in the Klotto Mountains, something that had not happened in decades, and not since the United States of Adolia became the strongest nation on the planet had suffered such massive civilian casualties.

For such a big event, there must always be a weighty person who comes out to take the blame, for example, His Excellency the President.

In this country of "cooking, freedom, and human rights", is there a more suitable person to take the blame than this hapless president?

"It seems that the new election is not far off, and the Republican Party will definitely not be able to win another election this time, should I fund one or two congressmen in the Democratic Party?"

Simon lay down on the sofa, looked at the TV from afar, and casually pulled out a fist-sized gelatinous black mass from the void, and kept kneading and clenching it in his hand, making it change shape in his palm and make a creaking sound.

"But my current identity is not suitable, do you want to find an agent?"

Time quickly slipped away in his thoughts, and the local TV channels were still broadcasting data videos of various casualties caused by strong typhoons, and meteorological experts and hosts were constantly analyzing and predicting the direction of the typhoon, and by the way, various warning signs reminding the general public to pay attention to safety and not to go to the beach at will.

The dangers of typhoons are repeated on TV, and images of two young men surfing being swallowed up by huge waves are constantly being shown as a reminder.

Simon scoffed at this, people who are afraid of danger will stay away from the danger area at this time without you saying it, and these "daredevils" sponsored by a red drink will not care, they wish this extreme weather would come a few more times, so that it is easier for them to challenge nature and show their heroism and skills, so as to gain a large number of fans on the Internet.

There are not a few brave boys who have this idea in this country, otherwise how to update the semi-monthly "Adorian Less Series" that is widely praised on the Internet is relying on the participation of this group of dead youths one after another, which allows it to be continuously updated.

Simon, who has lived in this country for nearly three years, knows this very well, and when he was still in Nurento, there was a group of parkour teenagers who used this slightly old roof as a running track.

More than once, he had seen parkour boys fall from the edge of the roof, some only bruised and bruised, some broken bones, and one more unfortunate straight through the ribcage by the abandoned iron staircase in the middle of the tunnel.

In this way, the roof of this old house is still a parkour mecca, and people come to compete and practice from time to time.

Time kept passing, and by the time the sun had risen high, it was almost close to ten o'clock.

Simon stretched his hands and feet, got up from the soft sofa, replaced the program on the TV that was still chattering and telling the general public to pay attention to safety and not go to the beach at will, and walked straight upstairs.

He has a banquet to attend later, and it's time to change his clothes and clean up, it's rare for someone to invite him.

In a few moments, Simon, who had already changed and packed up, picked up the gifts he had prepared last night and walked straight to Dr. McGonagall's house next door for their thirtieth wedding anniversary.

After dozens of minutes of travel, Simon had seen Dr. McGonagall's accommodation from a distance.

At this moment, the courtyard decorated with balloons and ribbons can be seen from afar, melodious and soothing music continues to come out of it, and dozens of well-dressed men and women are leisurely gathering near the lawn of the courtyard to talk and laugh.

As soon as Simon reached the door, a middle-aged man in a slightly retro suit was already standing in front of the door, with a smile on his face and welcoming him into the house, and said to a woman in a white gauze dress who was talking to a middle-aged lady who looked a little like her, "Hey, Monica, look, our new neighbor is coming to our anniversary." ”

Doctor McGonagall's wife, Monica, quickly walked over with a smile on her well-groomed face, "Welcome, Simon." Jenny told us that the new neighbor is a handsome guy, and he is really handsome and handsome!"

Simon smiled slightly, handed over the gift in his hand, and congratulated him, "Thank you, madam, for your compliment, although I think so too, I don't think it's handsome to have this gentleman by your side today." ”

The smile on Dr. McGonagall's face grew brighter when she heard this, and she gracefully walked over and kissed Lady Monica on the cheek, "Madame, am I not handsome enough in your eyes today?"

Mrs. Monica didn't answer, but kissed back passionately.

After a long time, after the lips parted, Dr. McGonagall suddenly turned her head and said to Simon. "Hey, boy. I have to say that you have a good eye, and if you want to ask Jenny out for a hangout, I will not object, as long as you send her back before 12 o'clock in the evening. ”

He winked at Simon in a strange way, and Simon smiled back, and strode into the courtyard.

In the courtyard, you can vaguely see the traces of last night's strong wind, but thanks to the efforts of Dr. McGonagall's family, it is covered with flowers, streamers, and balloons, and it looks very festive.

in the courtyard.

Two boys of seven or eight years old were playing on the sand behind garlands, and under the parasols not far away, several elderly men were playing bridge, and the ladies and companions who came with them gathered around a lady who looked to be seven or eight months pregnant, and kept talking in a low voice, including Mrs. Monica.

Simon glanced around, and after not seeing a single acquaintance, he took a glass of soda on the table next to him, and then tasted the unique fruit of the sea on the table, and listened to the whispers of the ladies not far away in all kinds of boredom.

"I seem to have made a mistake and came a little early. ”

In the sweet and warm song of the sun, Dr. McGonagall took his wife Monica's palm and walked through the carpet decorated with flowers to the warm applause of relatives and friends, and kissed each other, Simon breathed a sigh of relief.

It's finally over, today is really a mistake, wasting so much time, otherwise I am afraid that the book "Integrals of Multivariate Functions" has already been read.

By the time the ceremony was over and the guests had dispersed, Simon had quietly walked out of Dr. McGonagall's house, along with Dr. McGonagall's youngest son, Humber, and two other young men.

After walking out of the courtyard, the four of them looked at each other and smiled, and then quickly walked in different directions, it seems that they are not the only ones who don't like to stay inside!

Simon made his way quickly to his villa, and as he passed a corner not far from Dr. McGonagall's house, a Buick sedan with a rear carriage quickly passed him and stopped at the door.

It looked like he was supposed to be here for Dr. McGonagall's Day, but it was a little late, and the ceremony had just ended.

However, Simon had not taken two steps when a commotion suddenly came from Dr. McGonagall's house.

The sound of objects falling and shattering, the screams of humans screaming in terror, and the sudden sound of gunfire.

Bang!!!

The sound of large-caliber gunfire still echoed all around.

Is it that someone stormed Dr. McGonagall's house in broad daylight and carried out a shooting attack?

"Robbery, revenge, or revenge?" Simon turned to look at Dr. McGonagall's house, a little confused, "This group of thugs is too arrogant, they dare to openly break into an upscale neighborhood in broad daylight and attack and shoot, is this really Ahran?"

Just as Simon pondered whether to call the police, he suddenly turned around and looked at Dr. McGonagall's house in disbelief, his expression full of war.

Meanwhile, Dr. McGonagall was at home.

Mr. and Mrs. McGonagall, who had just celebrated their 30th wedding ceremony, were squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands and their heads in their hands, looking in horror at the sudden attack of the mob, their expressions full of horror, puzzlement, and fear.

Among the six heavily armed thugs, the previous lady, who was seven or eight months pregnant, was now being violently set up by the six thugs, and just as they were about to forcibly take this lady away, the mutation began to happen.

Goo-goo-goo.

The sound of water bubbles began to sound continuously, and it rained strangely in the sunny sky.

Drop after drop.

Inky blue, raindrops with a strong smell of seawater soon drenched everyone present.

The six thugs present immediately felt like they were facing a great enemy, directly let go of the pregnant woman who was being lifted up, took two steps back, and fired directly at her with the strangely shaped guns in their hands.

Exactly fired at her stomach.