"Mom!"

The door of the ward was suddenly pushed open by a young man, and Mrs. Michael, who was resting on the hospital bed, suddenly straightened up, and the young man walked up to her and hugged her, with a trace of worry and fear on his face.

He met with the police early in the morning, and they talked to him about the attack on his mother last night, but fortunately their community security arrived in time and the offender was scared away before he could assault Mrs. Michael.

After a night's rest, Mrs. Michael had calmed down, and she described the appearance of the person, and after the police department had judged that the case was committed by an acquaintance, they thought that little Michael might have some clues, such as that he had seen this person.

With this thought, and the need to inform the family, little Michael left the school early in the morning and rushed over.

At this time, the expression on his face disappeared, and it was replaced by an angry, with a hint of hideousness, "I will definitely find that person, I swear!"

Mrs. Michael, apparently not wanting her child to be in danger, took little Michael's hand while stroking his silky blonde brown hair, which was inherited from Michael, and looked brownish-yellow in the absence of light.

But in places with strong light, the brownish yellow will turn into a golden brown, which is very beautiful.

"The police department is more professional than you, we should trust them, you see, I'm fine, I don't want you to have an accident!", Mrs. Michael squeezed little Michael's hand, "I'm fine now, don't meddle in this matter!"

She still remembered the weapon in the man's hand and his cruelty, she didn't want her child to be the next victim, but sometimes the words of parents may not be listened to by children, especially a sixteen or seventeen-year-old half-grown child like little Michael.

They feel that they have almost the same body as adults, that they have the mind and experience of adults, and they often want more respect, but they will always mess up everything.

In this cycle, they are also more eager to prove that they have matured, grown up, and no longer need to be controlled by their parents, so they will do something that their parents do not want them to do to prove that their parents are not necessarily right.

Little Michael comforted his mother and promised that the criminal would never be pursued, and he also agreed to Mrs. Michael's request not to tell Michael about it for the time being.

After all, he is still on a business trip, and it is said that there are still some dangers, if this incident affects him and causes some irreparable consequences, then Mrs. Michael will never be at ease, which is exactly what little Michael wants to say.

He wants to get this done before Michael comes back, and then let them know that they are grown up and there is no need to continue to restrain themselves.

After meeting his mother, little Michael was invited to sit in the police station, and they showed him the wanted warrant that the police were printing.

"Have you seen this man?", the sheriff in charge of the case pointed to the wanted warrant on the blackboard, holding a cup of coffee in one hand.

Similar cases would not have been supervised by police officers at the level of sheriffs, but Michael is a "licensed" person and a public servant, and this kind of family abuse will go beyond some specifications when handled, which can be regarded as a message to the outside world and the Federal Tax Service that we care about this case as a deterrent to possible potential criminal behavior and protect our own interests.

Little Michael looked at the wanted notice on the blackboard and frowned, he didn't know this guy at all, the contact between the masthead and Michael has always been very hidden, and there are some other things besides this matter itself, whether it is the masthead or Michael, they will not let people know their relationship with much fanfare, let alone let little Michael get involved.

Although he didn't know this person, it didn't prevent him from showing a pensive look, the sheriff didn't bother him, and after waiting for about four or five minutes, little Michael shook his head, "It looks a little familiar, but I can't remember seeing it anywhere else." ”

The sheriff nodded noncommittally, asked a few other questions, and was about to send little Michael away when little Michael suddenly asked, "Can I take this with me, maybe I won't know when I remember." He pointed to the wanted notice on the blackboard.

The Sabine City Police Department has printed hundreds of copies of this stuff and is ready to distribute it to all police stations and federal police agencies throughout the state, and one more or less is not a problem.

The sheriff nodded, he put down the coffee cup in his hand, tore off the wanted warrant with his own hands and put it in little Michael's hand, and said earnestly, "If you think of something, don't be reckless, call me as soon as possible!", as he said he also took out his business card and stuffed it into little Michael's hand.

The latter nodded again and again, and after repeatedly promising that he would call the sheriff as soon as possible, the sheriff watched him leave.

Watching little Michael disappear into the traffic in the Bison 239, he couldn't help but joke with his colleagues around him, "Look, tax is money, even children can afford to drive 239, and I'm still driving a classic car." ”

In the Bylor Federation, anyone who is more than five feet tall (more than 1.5 meters) and over the age of fifteen can apply for a driver's license, the former to ensure that the driver can pedal, and the latter to take into account the applicant's living and processing ability.

The sheriff's colleague smiled and didn't continue, everyone knew what those people were like in the Federal Tax Service.

It is impossible to pay so many fines every year, it is always intercepted and divided together for various reasons, and it is normal for Michael to be the leader of the investigation team and belong to the management.

Little Michael didn't take these people's words to heart, he was now full of a sense of mission, he had to do something big to show his mother and father, and by the way, let the bastard who almost hurt his mother know that he was awesome.

About 20 minutes after the car melted into the traffic, it stopped outside a nightclub called Kimberly, which is also a well-known nightclub in the city of Sabine, and there is a head office behind it, and there are almost 80 chain stores in the Baile Federation.

Formal content makes many people who don't want to dirty themselves happy to spend here, and with the background background of Kimberly, it is not only safe here, but also highlights the status of guests.

Kimberly during the day is not as lively as it is at night, and when Michael Jr. enters the hall, there are only a few cleaners cleaning up the entire hall, and the bartender is counting the inventory and adjusting the various reserves.

The footsteps made the bartender glance back, and then he withdrew his gaze, he knew little Michael, a little guy who only had some ability in Sabin, and his little ability was not his own, but from his father.

Little Michael strode to the bar, took out the wanted warrant and slapped it on the bar, he poked his finger at the countertop, making a bangbang sound, and the bartender turned to look at him.

"I want to find this person......"

The bartender glanced down at the wanted warrant and said with his eyelids half-open, "Then you have to go to the police station, we don't have this service here." ”

Little Michael looked around, leaned closer and said, "I know you're well-informed, I'm willing to spend money, and this matter has nothing to do with anyone else." ”

The bartender pondered for a moment, "Five thousand yuan, I'll help you inquire about this person, if you want further news from him, wait until I figure out who he is......"

Little Michael could not care about these things at this time, and he immediately agreed.

The bartender put away the wanted warrant, turned around and continued to count the inventory, "Seven o'clock in the evening, come in through the back door!"