Extraterrestrial parasite

This fact made Britney feel a little uncomfortable. She sat on the sofa and thought wildly, pursed her lips and looked at the woman with very impolite eyes.

The light in the entire living room was very dark. There seemed to be a kind of magic in the surrounding old walls, which could absorb the light emitted by the lights, making the living room look gloomy and dim. There was also a trace of coldness spreading from the feet, which made Britney My heart became colder and colder.

"What do you want from him?"

The woman was wearing a white nightgown, holding her hands, looking down at Britney.

"There is something important...can you let me see him?"

Britney stood up and was about to walk deeper into the house, but was stopped by a woman.

"He's not home, don't go in."

"Not at home? So where is he?"

"He's working."

The woman took out a cigarette from the table, lit it, and blew out a cloud of white smoke. "If this is the reason why you came here, then you can go back. I think Bernie may not come back tonight. You have something to do." Just come back tomorrow.”

Come again tomorrow?

This is naturally a request that Britney will never agree to. If she really wants to go back so easily, she won't come over so easily in the first place. Since she is gritting her teeth and preparing to come over to seek help, she will definitely not do it if she can't see Bernie. go back. "I have already said that he will not come back tonight, please get out of my house now."

The woman put out her cigarette butts, and the whites of her eyes were filled with bright red bloodshot eyes.

"Then can you give me his contact information?"

"no……"

Compared with before, the woman's attitude now was extremely rude. She walked over and stood in front of Britney, pulling on her sleeves to get her out.

"please wait a while."

Britney struggled, "I really have something to see Bernie."

"Get out of here quickly, or I'm going to call the police."

The woman threatened Britney with her cell phone.

"Click..."

The sound of a key unlocking the lock suddenly sounded. A middle-aged man in a black coat opened the door and looked at the two women in shock in the hallway.

"You, what are you doing?"

"Bernie!"

Seeing the man appear, Britney's eyes lit up, she broke away from the woman's right hand, walked up to the man and said, "I have something to ask you."

"How did you come?"

Bernie squinted his eyes slightly as he spoke these words. But I couldn't tell what the expression on his face really was.

"I want to ask you to help me with something." Britney hesitated for a while, and saw the woman staring at her from the corner of her eye. She no longer hesitated and immediately said: "Someone broke into my house illegally... I didn’t dare to go back, so I came here to find you.”

"Sorry, I think the first thing you should do is call the police instead of running to me."

Bernie unbuttoned his coat, let the woman take it, turned around and said, "How can I help you... Just like you said before. I can't help you with anything."

"Bernie..."

Britney bit her lower lip with her teeth, and had the urge to slam the door and go out, but finally her rationality allowed her to calm down, took out her phone from her arms, opened the picture, and handed it to Bernie: "Look at this."

"What is this? Did you run to the hospital morgue?"

After casually glancing at his phone, Bernie said indifferently.

"This is not a morgue."

Britney said: "So I have something to talk to you about."

"Britney, you're still the same as before."

Bernie looked very tired and walked into the living room to sit down. Ask the woman to pour herself a glass of water: "I'll give you five minutes, I'll have to rest later." This situation is completely different from before. Before the divorce, Bernie would never talk to her like this.

Britney was shocked in her heart, feeling both lost and angry. Fortunately, she was always a rational woman and sometimes acted foolishly. She was very calm at critical moments, so she also sat on the sofa and told the story of the incident from beginning to end.

If this kind of thing were told to others, they would probably think that Britney was a delusional lunatic, but Bernie was different. Bernie knew that this woman, as self-centered as she was, had never lied once in the five or six years she had been married.

So even though Bernie didn't care on the surface, his ears could still clearly hear the cause of the matter. Combined with the photos he was flipping through on his mobile phone, his brows couldn't help but frown, and combined with the sunken eye sockets, it gave people a feeling of worry.

"Who else knows about this?"

Bernie interrupted Britney.

"The number of people who know about this now, plus your words, are two people."

Britney subconsciously looked at the room deep in the living room. The woman walked in and never came out.

"It's best for you to contact Rio. When will it be?"

"Well, it's at noon today."

"Bring the phone over here."

Britney handed over the phone inexplicably, and Bernie took it, quickly opened the back cover, took out the phone card and pulled it in half.

"W-what are you doing?" Britney was startled and wanted to take it back, but unfortunately it was too late and she could only stare at the damaged mobile phone card in a daze.

"This thing is not safe... You should be glad that nothing happened last night."

Bernie threw the phone back and said solemnly: "Fros Group is not simple. This company not only has great power on Wall Street, but is also related to the Washington government. It is also involved with many state government legislators. Many of our state's Members of Congress have received political donations from the Froese Group... Whatever they are doing, you'd better ignore it."

Britney stared at Bernie in astonishment, as if she didn't recognize her ex-husband, who she had been sleeping with for five or six years. In her impression, had Bernie, a rigid detective, ever said such depressing words? When else have you ever flinched? This is something unprecedented!

As if he could see what Britney was thinking on her face, Bernie lit up a cigarette, took a puff and said slowly: "People are changing, you don't have to think it's weird... Since I met you After the divorce, I also reflected on what I had done wrong in the past. Later, I thought about it for a long time before I understood it. My biggest fault was that I couldn't turn. No matter what was in front of me, I wanted to move forward in a straight line. Because of this, the first half of my life became like that.”

"Bernie..."

Britney hesitated to speak.

"Okay, it's useless to talk about this. I made it very clear, you don't have to worry about this matter. You will leave Los Angeles tomorrow... I will help you arrange it, for the sake of the past."

"But what about Rio?"

Britney stood up abruptly, holding back her anger and looking down at Bernie.

"That's your friend, not mine."

Bernie was not moved by Britney's appearance at all, "Besides, it's hard to say whether your friend still exists in this world. I think you can only live in certain lands... No, You should be able to find him at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean."

"how so?"

Britney covered her mouth in disbelief.

Bernie shrugged, "This is the way the world is. The dark side is always hard to accept. Maybe the vast majority of companies in the United States are law-abiding, so that certainly does not include the Frost Group. This behemoth will not only Same with banks sucking people's wealth. It's not that hard to do when necessary."

"Then you, why don't you..."...

Before Britney could finish her words, she was interrupted by Bernie: "I think you don't know. The Frost Group has a team of hundreds of lawyers. Without sufficient evidence, no one dares to touch it."

"Besides, even if there is evidence, there will be many people who don't want anyone to touch it."

Bernie has been an FBI agent for eight years. Even though his level is not high, he is only at the GS-11 level. But he has been exposed to certain things for a long time, and he knows very well how terrifying multinational conglomerates like the Frost Group are.

The people involved and the chain of interests involved were simply beyond what the naive Britney could understand.

Even the President of the United States is, to some extent, a "puppet" controlled by these financial interest groups. As a result, he had to make concessions on many things, not to mention that as a little FBI agent, he couldn't do anything.

"Then, what should I do?"

Britney had never seen Bernie be so cautious, and she became panicked from the inside out.

"Get some sleep at my place and then leave Los Angeles tomorrow."

Bernie stood up from the couch and called across the room, "Martha, bring a blanket for my guest."

"You should sleep on the sofa tonight...Sorry, I only have one bed here. I don't think you will sleep in the same bed with me again, right?"

Bernie had a rare moment of humor.

"I'd really like to." Britney thought silently in her heart.

Seeing the woman walk out of the room and take out a blanket, Bernie pretended not to care and left the living room. As soon as he turned around, his previously relatively calm expression suddenly changed. He immediately came to the door and looked around through the peephole to see what was happening on the street outside. .

FBI agents need to go through four months of arduous training before they can officially take up their posts. One of the most basic skills is to find out what is not harmonious and wrong in a complex environment in the shortest possible time.

This is the basic ability that a qualified FBI agent possesses, and it is also the simplest ability, let alone Bernie who has been in the FBI for eight years.

"Normal...safe..."

With his mouth squirming, Bernie quickly scanned the situation around the street. He relaxed slightly and took out the pistol from his waist. Several thoughts were changing in his mind.

To be honest, after listening to Britney's story, Bernie's first thought was that it was terrible, and he didn't even have any urge to find out and solve this matter.

The reason is not only the point explained to Britney just now, but also Bernie's boss, the GS-15 level supervisor, who is said to have a close relationship with the Fros Group and has received great help from the Fros Group. (.)

ps: Due to work reasons, the author couldn’t get home until after seven o’clock in the evening to finish dinner, and he didn’t have time until after eight o’clock. Try not to take a break this weekend and write more.