Chapter 682： BABY's Mind Key

Little Ginny was embraced by Alvin and looked at the weird baby curiously, and said, "Dad, what's wrong with him? Shall we call Dr. Ethan?"

Alvin smiled and put little Ginny on the front of the Mercedes-Benz car 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 to him.

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

Little Ginny listened enviously and looked at the baby with the lyrics in her mouth and said to Alvin, "Wow, castle? Can we see it? I don't have it"

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

Speaking of Alvin, he glanced at baby, and said a little sadly, "That's a gorgeous castle, but also a lonely castle!

He built a high wall around the castle, maybe his castle didn't want to share it with others! "

Little Ginny didn't understand what Alvin said, but she could clearly feel Alvin's guilt. The little girl was quiet, sitting on the front of the car, holding her knees, and putting her chin on her knees. With that strange boy.

Alvin leaned on the car patiently waiting for the baby to recover a little. Normally, autism is a disease that should not appear in humans. Humans are social animals, and this **** disease is cruel to humans and his. The companion was isolated.

Baby didn't seem to be seriously ill, otherwise he would never be able to leave the house. Alvin felt that even if he couldn't help him, he had to say "Sorry!" to him and tell him it was safe.

Harvey didn't know when he came to his wife. He took his wife's shoulders and patted him comfortably, saying, "Don't worry, principal Alvin is not a bad person, and baby will be fine.

I made an appointment with a psychiatrist and he will be able to resume psychotherapy in half a month. He will be fine! "

Harvey's wife leaned her head down on Harvey's arms, covering her mouth hard and trying not to cry.

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

Maybe baby sees his dad as a cool agent, he will be more secure. "

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

The baby with a word in his mouth quickly glanced at Alvin with the corner of his eye. He gritted his teeth and hummed a melody that was not of this era. His thumb was constantly rubbing the knuckles of his **** and he wanted to turn away.

"Harlemshffle great song, great taste! Before, I'm sorry!" Alvin said with a smile on baby's side.

Alvin didn't know if the child could hear what he was talking about, but he felt that he would always try to say something.

What made Alvin happy was that when he called out the song's name, the baby paused, which showed that he could hear outside sounds, but there might be a lot of sounds that could not get into his heart.

The boy glanced at Alvin with a look of fear, yearning and appreciation, then turned and walked beside the red Fiat, picking up the bucket and trying to leave.

Alvin tentatively looked at the back of the baby and said with a smile, "Great car, it is said that it took you out of hell?

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

Baby stopped in place, hesitated and struggled, and finally nodded his side slightly, believing Alvin's musical taste.

As if being encouraged, Alvin reiterated and said, "You seem to like cars very much. I have a Hellcat. Are you interested in seeing it?

It is said that there is a great set of speakers on it, but I have never tried it, can you try it for me?

There must be some great music in your ipo. Well, I like that "ebra" very much. Do you have it?

Lyrics, blues, folk songs, I guess we should have the same hobbies! "

The baby finally looked at Alvin, and he was "curious" in his eyes, hesitantly struggling to talk, but as if something was stopping him, it made him feel irritable again.

Looking at the inexplicably irritable baby, Alvin made a "wow" sound in his mouth. He raised his hands on his chest to indicate that he was not malicious, and then slowly moved backwards to the back of the Mercedes-Benz. Car parked there.

Alvin grabbed his left hand on the protective cover, hummed the "ebra" melody in his mouth, looked at the baby with a smile, pulled the protective cover open, and exposed the modified **** cat inside.

This Hellcat has been damaged since the last time he hunted down Dr. Lizard in the Hell's Kitchen, and Alvin threw it to Ivan. He has stopped here after repairing. He asked Ivan to dismantle the car. Those weird organs restored what a muscle car would look like.

I changed those husky paintings, and now this frosted **** cat makes people want to sit up and feel its power.

The always nervous baby was finally attracted by the **** cat, while he kept humming the melody that could calm himself, while nodding with the rhythm, he drove his eyes to watch the quiet beast.

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

When baby hesitated and didn't know what to do, Harvey walked to his side, and the tired father with a tired face was rubbing his shoulder, and said, "Go and try, you like the car I also like to drive. This is not Virginia. You don't have to worry about someone coming to check your driver's license.

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

Saying Harvey glanced at Alvin smiling, and encouraged his son: "gobabygo! That's what you like, music, cars, babygo! Go!"

Alvin watched Baby walk slowly to the Hellcat, and finally glanced at Harvey. After getting a positive answer, he got into the car and started the car smoothly.

As baby stepped on the gas pedal gently, the hellcat bellowed as if he couldn't wait to rush to the street.

Alvin hugged Ginny and greeted Harvey, then walked to the co-pilot position of Hellcat, stooped and asked, "Can you hitchhiking? We're not far away, a Russian guy Waiting for us to be a guest, where we can see the most violent vehicles in Hell's Kitchen. "

In a private wooden house in the mountains of Milwaukee, Bob Liswag is sitting in front of a log table to organize his l115a3 sniper rifle.

At the foot of the dining table was a white cloth bag, which was seeping with strangely colored liquids toward the outside. If anyone inside here would find out, this cloth bag contained a dozen demonic ears.

Bob, a legendary sniper of the US Army, killed 285 enemies during his eight missions to the Middle East.

In addition, he is now the holder of the longest shooting distance of the US sniper. He once hit the enemy's head from 2458 meters.

Since the outbreak of the demon invasion, Bob has been hunting these terrible things. The 12.7 mm sniper rifle and precise marksmanship allow him to deal fatal damage to those powerful demons from a long distance.

Just as Bob wiped his gun and started weighing several sniper bullets, the sound of a car engine was remembered outside his cabin, and he stood up in doubt and wanted to go out and take a look.

Since his comrade-in-arms died on the battlefield in the Middle East, he has never had friends. I do n’t know how anyone would come to find himself during this period. Driving into the mountains at this time is not a good choice.

A large Chevrolet sv parked outside Bob's cabin, a black man in his 50s and a white man in his 40s stepped down from the car.

Looking at Bob standing alertly at the door of the cabin, the 50-something black man raised his hand with a smile, and said, "Bob Liswag? I'm Isaac Johnson of the Middle East Division of cia. It's my colleague Jack Payne.

We want to talk to you about something, don't you ask us to sit in? "

Bob frowned. He didn't mean to invite them, but walked to the car, glanced at the frame number below the cab, and then squinted and looked at the two cia in front of him and said, "I don't Think I can help you guys.

If you are here for the Middle East, I want to tell you that I have retired for 5 years, and there is no longer a place I am familiar with. "

Isaac Johnson squinted at the corner of his mouth and looked at Bob with a smile and said, "You are the best sniper I can find. You have shot the enemy 2000 meters away.

We need to do some professional consultation now, and you are an expert in this field! "

Bob frowned, watching Isaac waryly, "I don't know what you want to ask, but if you want me to answer your question, you need to prove your identity.

In my memory, the purpose of cia's domestic activities is not related to the word "good"! "

Isaac knocked on the Chevrolet sv's window with a smile, and then said, "Use what you just saw and make a call to anyone you can think of who you can trust to verify.

We are cia and we have no enforcement power here, so we just want to get a little professional advice from you.

It is related to the safety of a great person. "

Bob hesitated for a moment. He didn't trust the two inexplicable cias, but he felt that by listening to their purpose, he could decide what he should do next.

"You can speak and listen, I don't guarantee anything!"

The black detective Isaac smiled with satisfaction. He walked in front of Bob, pointed to a position at the foot of the mountain, and said, "There are about 2300 meters away from us. How many people in the world do you think Hit someone's head at such a long distance? "

Bob frowned and looked at Isaac, saying, "Why ask this? No one can guarantee that he can hit something at this range of shooting."

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

Bob glanced at Jack Payne with a cold expression, squinting the corner of his mouth and shaking his head, "That's luck, I'm just lucky!"

Isaac looked at Bob, who wasn't very cooperative, and said with a smile: "Then let's talk about luck. How many people in the world have this luck to hit the target from a distance of 2000 meters?"

Speaking of Isaac's raising his hand to stop what Bob wanted to say, he said, "If you don't want to get involved, you better not ask too much.

This matter is important to us, and we received news that someone had invited a super-gatherer to attack a big man.

We need you to be able to provide us with a list of possible personnel so that we can deliberately disintegrate the enemy's plot! "

Bob thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Surely there aren't many such people. I probably only know a sniper named Sandro.

IMHO, if someone wants to kill someone from 2000 meters away, your best bet is to let that "target" find a basement to hide! "

Isaac shook his head with a bitter smile and said, "That's impossible, the big man's schedule cannot be changed, and his content is very important. And we are not 100 to confirm the accuracy of the message, we only Being able to do everything in his power to ensure his safety cannot affect his work.

If I provide you with a three-dimensional topographic drawing, can you help us mark out the possible sniper positions?

Just if you are that assassin ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Where would you choose to shoot that shot! "

Bob hesitated, looking at the sincere-looking Isaac, shaking his head and saying, "That's impossible. It's impossible to mark all the sniper positions with a single drawing.

Unless I can know the target's itinerary, there are also possible stops, coupled with the weather conditions of the day and the surrounding built environment, so I can guess the location slightly. "

Isaac froze for a few seconds, shook his head with a bitter smile, and said, "It looks like we can only find luck with that sniper named Sandro. I hope that big man is lucky.

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

Bob frowned, and hesitant expression appeared on his bitter hatred. He was the best sniper and a qualified soldier. Now what this Agent cia said makes him a little hesitant, but if only Helping them to determine the so-called sniper position should not be too difficult.

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