Chapter 77

Wesley drove the yacht to the sea. Carlos began to prepare fishing tools. Hannah cleaned up the ingredients in the kitchen, while Mindy ran to Wesley and watched him drive the yacht. She should have rarely come out to play in the past. Everything looked very fresh.

"Want to try?" Wesley asked, looking longingly at her.

"Is that ok?" Mindy asked excitedly.

"Of course, come to the chair and I'll teach you. Now learn to drive simply, and then teach you how to operate specifically." Wesley patiently taught her the simplest driving. As for how to look at the chart, it can be omitted directly. Mindy is too young.

Brother and sister had a good time. They ran around on the sea until Carlos called them to go fishing. Wesley stopped the yacht at this time, and then took Mindy to the stern to teach her fishing.

They had a good time that day, but they didn't come home late. Mindy is going to school tomorrow.

The next morning, Wesley went to Hannah to receive Mindy, and then drove her directly to the school. "Mindy, if you have any questions, remember to call me. Today you will start decorating your room. I believe you will have your own room soon."

"I see." Mindy walked to the school with her new book bag on one shoulder. Wesley watched her enter the school before leaving, but he turned around and returned to the school gate. Looking at the gate from a distance, he didn't know whether his little sister would skip class and go back to his home for training.

Before long, Mindy appeared at the school gate again. A taxi stopped in front of her and left. Wesley started the car and followed.

"Call the headquarters and help me monitor a taxi. The license plate number is XXXX." Wesley didn't directly follow too close. His sports car was easy to recognize, so he simply called the New York branch of the Divine Shield to track the car using traffic monitoring.

"Headquarters received. Now start tracking. Please ask agent Wesley Gibson to use his mobile phone to receive the target location."

"I see." Wesley took out his cell phone. There was a taxi sign on it. It hung far behind. Less than ten blocks later, the taxi stopped. Wesley stepped on the accelerator to speed up. Mindy was talking to the taxi driver, and then walked directly into the nearby apartment.

Wesley followed. He couldn't get in the electronic door. He looked at the security guard inside, and then began to knock on the door.

"Sir, are you looking for someone?" the security guard came over and asked directly.

Wesley didn't talk nonsense and directly showed his certificate. "Homeland strategic defense attack and logistics support Bureau, did the little girl live here just now? What floor is her home?"

"Don't try to fool me. I won't open the door for you or tell you the little girl's information. Now please leave, or I'll call the police. How can a little girl have anything to do with your homeland security agencies? When you cheat, you should also think clearly and leave quickly, or I'll call the police." the security guard looked at Wesley with an alert face.

Wesley wanted to praise his tact, but he was a little upset when he used it on himself. "You can call the police now to see if my ID is true, or I can call a team of people for support, don't you think?"

"Is your certificate true?" the security guard asked suspiciously.

"If it's true, the girl has nothing to do with homeland security, but she has something to do with me. My father just adopted her recently, but the little guy ran out of school. As her new brother, I need to know some of her ideas. Can you understand what I say?"

"Oh, of course, come in and I'll take you up." the security guard opened the door directly, Wesley came in, and they went upstairs directly in the elevator. "This is her home. Not long after his father died, I didn't expect you to adopt her. She is a lovely child."

"Thank you. Can you give us a little space alone? Children inevitably need some face."

"Sure, but I need to wait outside. If you're really her brother, I think I'll leave." it's really responsible. Wesley knocked directly at the door.

When the door opened, Mindy looked scared. She didn't expect to be caught directly. What should she say?

"Mindy, tell the security guard if I'm your brother. He still has a job."

"Yes, thank you. He is my brother."

"That's good. Then I'll go down and talk slowly."

Wesley thanked the security guard, then looked at Mindy and said, "don't you invite me in?" Mindy hesitated and then let him open the door. Wesley went in. The house here is not big. The living room is used for combat training. There is a password lock at the door of one room, but other rooms are normal.

"Homesick?" Wesley asked, taking a seat and sitting down.

"Er... Yes, I'm homesick," Mindy said after turning her big eyes. Wesley smiled. The little girl is dishonest, but it is understandable that it is difficult for a person to change his living habits at once, especially a child.

"Mindy, we're a family now. We should get to know each other. Would you mind showing me around?" Wesley asked.

"No... there's nothing to see. There's basically nothing in our family?" Mindy stood in front of Wesley, a pair of small hands ravaging the corners of her clothes.

"Really nothing? The living room is like a training ground, and there is a room with this password lock. Do you need me to open it?"

"That's my father's room. Only he knows the password. He didn't tell me before he died." Mindy's big eyes blinked and said casually. Wesley was amused. Then he took out a device the size of a mobile phone and came to the password lock. A green light shone out. This is a fingerprint decoder. He used it once.

According to the fingerprint on the password lock to judge the order of use of the password, Wesley directly entered the password, and then the door opened. Little lorimindy was stunned. Her new brother had such a thing that big dad didn't have.

"Oh, the weapons here are good and complete, especially pistols." Wesley had gone in, and Mindy reacted and hurried to follow, but his new brother didn't seem to be frightened.

Mindy looked at Wesley and asked, "aren't you afraid? My old home was like an arsenal."

Wesley laughed, then pulled off his suit coat and showed off his two guns. Today he brought his own pistol, a Beretta 92F with wood carving handle and an M1911 with silver carving and ivory handle. "How about my two guns?"