Chapter 698 BABY’s Soul Key

Little Ginny was held in Alvin's arms and looked curiously at the baby who was behaving strangely, and said, "Dad, what's wrong with him? Should we call Dr. Ethan?"

Alvin smiled and put little Ginny on the front of the Mercedes-Benz and said with a smile: "He is not sick, he just has a gorgeous castle in his heart, and sometimes he gets lost there.

Let's be patient, Dad should say sorry.

I broke his map and made him get lost in the castle! "

After hearing this, little Ginny looked at BABY with envy as she muttered the lyrics, and said to Alvin: "Wow, the castle? Can we see it? I can't~"

Alvin smiled, kissed the little girl on the face, and said with a smile: "That depends on whether we can get his invitation."

As he spoke, Alvin glanced at BABY and said softly with some pity: "That is a gorgeous castle, but also a lonely castle!

He built a high wall around the castle. Maybe his castle didn't want to be shared with anyone! "

Little Ginny didn't understand what Alvin said, but she could clearly feel Alvin's guilt. The little girl took a rare moment of silence, sat on the front of the car, hugged her knees, and put her chin on her knees to watch. Looking at that strange boy.

Alvin leaned on the front of the car and waited patiently for the baby to return to normal. Autism is a disease that should not appear in humans. Humans are social animals, and this damn disease cruelly kills people and their children. The companions are isolated.

BABY didn't seem to be seriously ill, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to leave the house. Alvin felt that even if he couldn't help him, he still had to say "I'm sorry!" and tell him that he was safe here.

Harvey didn't know when he came to his wife's side. He put his arm around his wife's shoulders, patted her comfortingly, and said, "Don't worry, Principal Alvin is not a bad person, and the baby will be fine.

I made an appointment with a psychiatrist for him, and he will be able to resume psychological treatment in half a month. He will be fine! "

Harvey's wife lowered her head and leaned in Harvey's arms, covering her mouth hard to prevent herself from crying.

Gently patting his wife's trembling shoulder, Harvey said bitterly: "We need to be stronger. This is a nice place. If you stay here, I can take care of you while working.

Maybe BABY will feel more secure after seeing that his dad is a cool agent. "

Alvin waited patiently for more than ten minutes, and the extremely nervous baby calmed down with the help of music.

Baby, who was mumbling something, quickly glanced at Alvin from the corner of his eyes. He gritted his teeth and hummed a melody that didn't belong to this era. He kept rubbing the knuckles of his middle finger with his thumb and wanted to turn around and leave.

"Harlem Shuffle is a great song, great taste! I'm sorry before!" Alvin looked at BABY's side face and said with a smile.

Alvin didn't know if the child could hear what he was saying, but he felt that he had to try to say something.

What made Alvin happy was that BABY paused when he called out the name of the song. This showed that he could hear sounds from the outside world, but there may be many sounds that could not enter his heart.

The boy glanced at Alvin with a mixture of fear, longing and appreciation, then turned around and walked to the red Fiat, picked up the bucket and wanted to leave.

Alvin looked at BABY's back tentatively and said with a smile: "It's a great car. It is said that it took you out of hell?

Oh, I really like a song called bellbottoms, what about you? "

BABY stopped in place, hesitated and struggled for a moment, and finally nodded slightly sideways, indicating that he recognized Alvin's music taste.

Alvin, who seemed to be encouraged, continued: "You seem to like cars very much. I have a Hellcat, are you interested in taking a look?

It is said that there is a very good set of speakers there, but I have never tried it. Can you try it for me?

There must be great music in your IPOD. Well, I like the song "debra" very much. Do you have it?

Lyrical, blues, folk, I guess we have the same hobbies! "

After hearing this, BABY finally looked at Alvin. With "curiosity" in his eyes, he hesitated and tried to speak, but something seemed to be stopping him, which made him irritable again.

Looking at the baby who was getting irritable for no reason, Alvin made a sound of "Wow" in his mouth. He raised his hands on his chest to show that he meant no harm, and then slowly backed away behind the Mercedes-Benz, where there was a car covered with a protective cover. The car was parked there.

Alvin grabbed the protective cover with his left hand, humming the melody of "debra" in his mouth, looking at the baby with a smile, and opened the protective cover, revealing the modified Hellcat inside.

This Hellcat was damaged since the last time he was chasing Dr. Lizard in Hell's Kitchen. Alvin threw it to Ivan and it has been parked here since it was repaired. He asked Ivan to dismantle the car. Those weird mechanisms restore the state that a muscle sports car should have.

Those fancy colors have been changed, and now this matte gray Hellcat makes people want to sit on it and feel its power.

BABY, who had always been very nervous, was finally attracted by the Hellcat. He kept humming a melody that could calm him down, and nodded along with the rhythm, keeping his eyes looking at the quiet beast.

Alvin was very happy that he seemed to have found the key to the boy's inner castle. He opened the driver's door, then took a few steps back again, made an inviting gesture, and said, "Want to try it? It's the star of Hell's Kitchen, but I can't drive it well."

When BABY was hesitant and struggling not knowing what to do, Harvey came to him. The tired-looking father gently hugged his shoulders and said: "Go and try, go and try, you like cars." , also like driving, this is not Virginia, you don’t have to worry about someone checking your driver’s license.

Go try, Principal Alvin is not a bad person, no one here will hurt you. "

As he spoke, Harvey glanced at Alvin who was smiling, and encouraged his son: "GO BABY GO! That's what you like, music, cars, BABY GO! GO!"

Alvin watched BABY slowly walk to the side of the Hellcat, and gave Harvey a final confirming look. After receiving a affirmative answer, he got into the car and started the vehicle smoothly.

As BABY gently stepped on the accelerator, the Hellcat let out a dull roar, as if it couldn't wait to rush onto the street.

Alvin hugged little Ginny and said hello to Harvey, then walked to the passenger seat of the Hellcat, bent down and asked: "Can you give me a ride? We are not far away, a Russian guy Waiting for us to be our guests, where we can see the most violent vehicles in Hell's Kitchen."'

In a private wooden house in the mountains of Milwaukee, Bob Leeswager was sitting in front of a log dining table sorting out his L115A3 sniper rifle.

There was a white cloth bag placed at the foot of the dining table, with a strange-colored liquid leaking out. Anyone who is an expert here will find that there are more than a dozen devil ears in this bag.

Bob was once a legendary sniper in the U.S. Army. He killed 285 enemies during eight tours of duty in the Middle East.

Moreover, he is currently the holder of the longest shooting distance among US military snipers. He once hit the enemy in the head from 2,458 meters away.

Bob has been hunting these horrific things since the demonic invasion broke out. The 12.7mm sniper rifle and precise marksmanship allow him to inflict fatal damage to those powerful demons from a long distance.

Just when Bob finished cleaning his gun and started weighing a few sniper bullets, he heard the sound of a car engine outside his wooden house. He stood up in confusion, wanting to go out and take a look.

He has no friends since his comrades died on the battlefield in the Middle East. He doesn't know how someone could come to him during this period. Driving into the mountains at this time is not a good choice.

A large Chevrolet SUV parked outside Bob's cabin, and a black man in his 50s and a white man in his 40s got out of the car.

Looking at Bob, who was standing at the door of the cabin and looking at him warily, the 50-year-old black man raised his hand with a smile and said: "Bob Lee Swagger? I am Isaac Johnson of the CIA's Middle East Division. This is It's my colleague Jack Payne.

We have something we want to talk to you about. Why don’t you invite us in to sit down? "

Bob frowned and had no intention of inviting them. Instead, he walked to the car and glanced at the chassis number under the cab. Then he squinted at the two CIAs in front of him and said in a deep voice: "I don't I think I can help you in some way.

If you are here because of things in the Middle East, I have to tell you that I have been retired for 5 years and it is no longer a place I am familiar with. "

Isaac Johnson pursed his lips, looked at Bob with a smile and said: "You are the best sniper I can find. You once killed the enemy from 2,000 meters away.

We now need to do some professional consulting, and you are the expert in this area! "

Bob frowned, looked at Isaac warily and said, "I don't know what you want to consult, but if you want me to answer your question, you need to prove your identity.

In my memory, the purpose of CIA activities in China has nothing to do with the word "good"! "

Isaac smiled, knocked on the window of the Chevrolet SUV, and said, "Use what you just saw and call anyone you can think of who you think is reliable to verify it.

We are the CIA and we have no law enforcement authority here, so we just want a little professional opinion from you.

It is related to the life safety of a big shot. "

Bob hesitated for a moment. He didn't really trust these two CIAs who appeared out of nowhere, but he felt that he could decide what to do next by listening to their purpose.

"You can tell me, I don't guarantee anything!"

The black agent Isaac smiled with satisfaction. He walked up to Bob, pointed to a location at the foot of the mountain in the distance, and said: "It is about 2,300 meters away from us. How many people do you think can be there in the world now?" Hit someone in the head from such a distance?"

Bob frowned and looked at Isaac and said, "Why do you ask? No one can guarantee that he will hit something at this distance."

The white agent, Jack Payne, said, "But you did it, more than once!"

Bob glanced at Jack Payne, who had a somewhat cold expression, pursed his lips, shook his head and said, "That's luck, I'm just lucky!"

Isaac looked at the uncooperative Bob and said with a smile: "Then let's talk about luck. How many people in the world do you know who have the luck to hit a target from a distance of 2,000 meters?"

As Isaac raised his hand to stop what Bob wanted to say, he said: "If you don't want to get involved, it's best not to ask too many questions.

This matter is very important to us, we received news that someone invited a super gatherer to attack a big shot.

We need you to provide us with a list of possible personnel so that we can disrupt the enemy's conspiracy in a targeted manner! "

Bob thought for a moment, shook his head and said: "There are definitely not many people like this. The only one I know of may be a sniper named Sandro.

With all due respect, if someone wants to kill someone from 2000 meters away, the best thing you can do is let that "target" find a basement to hide in! "

Isaac shook his head with a wry smile and said: "That is impossible. The big man's itinerary cannot be changed. The contents of his itinerary are very important. And we are not 100% sure of the accuracy of the news. We We can only do our best to ensure his safety and not affect his work.

If I provide you with a three-dimensional terrain map, can you help us mark possible sniper positions?

That is, if you were the assassin, where would you choose to fire that shot! "

Bob hesitated for a moment, looked at the sincere-looking Isaac in front of him, shook his head and said, "That's impossible. It's impossible to mark all the sniper positions with just one drawing.

Unless I can know the target's itinerary and possible stopping places, plus the weather conditions of the day and the surrounding architectural environment, then I can make a slight guess at the location. "

Isaac was stunned for a few seconds, shook his head with a wry smile, and said: "It seems that we can only try our luck with the sniper named Sandro. I hope that big shot will have good luck.

It looks like my work in the Middle East will continue for a long time to come! "

Bob frowned, with a hesitant expression on his bitter and resentful face. He was the best sniper and a qualified soldier. What the CIA agent said now made him a little hesitant, but if it was just It shouldn't be too difficult to help them determine the so-called sniper position.

"How can I be sure that what you say is true?"