A row of four or five black SUVs slowly parked beside the street, surrounding a family. More than a dozen men in suits strode down and rushed straight to the door with strange instruments.

"Dingdongdongdongdongdongdong..."

A series of doorbells that almost never let go finally called out the two people who were silly happy for Sam to find his girlfriend.

"Who are you?" Sam's father glanced behind the door mirror for a long time before opening the door with impatient look on his face.

"Government agency, District 7!" Seymour Simmons, the highest commander of District 7, who had no fifty people, had his subordinates together. He said with a small silver badge in hand and looked like a man touching a dog.

"I've never heard of it!" Sam's father blinked. Although he didn't show it on his face, he was still a little worried after seeing the man in the suit flirting around in the yard.

"Not in the future!" Simmons frowned, raised his hand and pushed it against the door, and said, "Your son is Archibird's great-grandson, right! Then let me in!" As he said that, he ignored what Sam's father was reacting, he stepped in.

"Why are there so many people suddenly coming to the yard?" Sam's weird mother also appeared, holding two flashlight headers in her hand, and seemed to be checking whether the electrical appliances at home were damaged by the "earthquake" just now. "What's wrong? Who are you?"

"I have explained this question just now!" Simmons answered calmly, saying: "Your son reported someone to steal a car last night. We think this is related to the safety of the country."

"Hey, they're pulling my rose!" Sam's mom screamed.

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

"Yes, national security. Please call your son down now!" Simmons glanced at the two of them and turned around and said, "Give me some isotope samples. They need to do some testing!"

"Oh my God, they are all in their people. They are wearing suits everywhere! Look!" Sam's mother stretched out her head and shouted, "Can you stop stepping on my lawn? They pulled all the trees! God! They are not allowed to touch my flowers! Hey! You! I want to kick your ass!"

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

"Executive? What law did we violate?" Sam's father asked in his heart.

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

"You'll know..."

Before Simmons finished speaking, Sam's mother rushed up and grabbed Simmons and shouted, "You'd better ask your people to leave my garden, otherwise I'll repair them hard!"

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Sam finally realized something was wrong below at this time, and hurriedly took Mikala to run down.

"Hey, boy, you're Sam!" Simmons pulled Sam's mother and pushed her aside, giving Sam a weird smile. He said, "You have to go with us."

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

"Hey, sir, I'm 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 gloomy and said, "You were trying to attack us just now, wanting to fight us head-on?"

"Hey! Listen, I'm not those rural blokes who are so soft when you scare you. I'm the director of the Neighbor Mutual Aid Committee. It's impossible to just take my son away!" Sam's father shouted, "I won't fight you head-on, but I'll call the police. This is a bit strange. You don't know at all!"

"Yes! This word is used very accurately." Simmons nodded and said, "You, your son... and the dog with a leash. There is something strange about the whole organization."

“What organization?”

Simmons turned a deaf ear and instructed his men to pull the two of them aside, and took a shoe box-sized instrument. He said to Sam: "Boy, please come up and stand!"

"Dididididid..."

Looking at the screaming instruments and Sam's unknown but vaguely frightened face, Simmons smiled and said, "Unit 14. Find the right person! Label them and take them away."

With a word, the men under his suits immediately tore off the mask and quickly and violently packed everyone and everything they thought was suspicious.

After two men in suits sent him off, Sam's mother continued to struggle and roar, constantly threatening, only caring about the vegetation in her garden and the dogs at home. Sam's father was much stronger. Although he was not usually at ease, at this critical moment, he still told Sam not to speak and wait for the lawyer!

Simmons didn't care what they were making noise, because the Seventh District itself was a privileged existence, and the trial did not require the lawyer to be present. It was useless if he said it, and he was not ready to wait until he went back to start the interrogation.

The vehicle started and the convoy quickly entered the city highway.

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

Is it another matter of eyes? Is there a third party?

Sam's heart thumped, and his eyelids drooped, "Yes, that's me."

Just admit it!

Simmons smiled and said, "Then you should know what kind of recording you posted last night. And we heard that you said your car had deformed at the police station last night!" Although he used a question-and-answer sentence, his tone was indeed extremely certain. "Can you explain it?"

"This is a misunderstanding! Really!" Sam said in a flashing tone: "Although it was indeed stolen, it's fine now because it's back and has returned! Oh God, I mean it was not back by itself!"

"Of course not. The car won't come back by itself, because that's ridiculous!" Mikaela quickly played and tried to make up for the flaws exposed by Sam.

"Hmph! It's a very interesting story!" Simmons sneered, "It's so funny. Really. How much do you two know about aliens?"

"You said Martians?et? Don't know."

"Hey! Do you know 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. I can make this dad wearing a sports bra never wait for parole. Don't mess with me know? I have the power you absolutely can't imagine. Now I will answer the questions honestly!"

"What? Parole period?" Sam looked at Mikaela, who was obviously depressed after being threatened, and asked in confusion.

"Nothing...!" Mikala's expression was a little dim.

"Hey, now I'm asking questions! Not when you ask a car thief just by asking..."

"Dong, bang--!" (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better, updated and faster!
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