No. 92, Milk Town, Seattle, USA.

Mr. George was watching TV in the living room and writing comments. This incident was so sensational. Every comment was US dollars. If he could get scoops, it would be a super dollar.

No, no, I have to ask my wife to go home and go to Leeds to see if I can get big news.

At this time, the cell phone rang. Mr. George took a look and then immediately answered the phone, which was called by the editor-in-chief.

"George! Go to No. 93, Milk Town to see if there is any news interview!"

“I’m writing a review!”

"Stop writing any bullshit comments. If you have private news, Watermelon is at No. 93, Milk Town!"

"What? OK, OK, I'll go right now!"

George hung up the phone and was stunned. No. 93, Milk Town, No. 92, next door is No. 93, next door...

George was shocked. Isn’t the Williams’ house next door? Is Mr. Williams a watermelon? Is it impossible?

What's going on, what's going on?!

"Dingdong! Dingdong!" The doorbell rang, which scared George.

George quickly got up and walked towards the door.

"Who?"

"Hello, FedEx!"

George glanced through the cat's eyes and was indeed a young man wearing express clothes.

George opened the door lock and suddenly there was a loud "bang". The door was pushed open vigorously, and George was knocked to the ground.

“FBI!”

A pistol hit George's head, and then a senior agent in a suit broke into the house with several subordinates.

"Squad 2 is in place!"

"Squad 3 is in place!"

"Squad 4 is in place!"

...

The voices of the captains came from the headset. The senior agents didn't even look at George. After all the teams were in place, they immediately issued an order.

"The attack team will be dispatched! Capture the 'watermelon' alive, repeat it again, be sure to capture it alive!"

This scene caused George to panic. No, Nicole was still at Williams' house. George hurriedly struggled and shouted: "My wife is innocent, mine..."

A slight sound interrupted George's words, and the cut-off was turned on with the pistol pressing against George's head.

No. 93, Milk Town.

In the living room, three adults were watching the news report attentively.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"...

The door was kicked open and the window glass was broken. More than a dozen FBIs rushed into the house from all directions.

"Don't move!" "FBI!"

The three of them were shocked and quickly raised their hands, not daring to move. Because every American citizen knew that in this country where guns were flooded, the FBI had the right to shoot at any time.

"I am an FBI agent!" After the situation was controlled, an agent lit up his badge at the three of them and said, "Mr. Williams, we suspect that you are related to a terrorist attack case. Please come with us."

Hearing this, Mr. Williams stood up and decided, "What's going on? Are you mistaken?"

The two women also stood up in the siege and defended loudly: "You guys are wrong, we have been watching TV!"

"Mr. Agent, I am a reporter from News Corporation. We are not involved in any terrorist activities!"

The explanation made the agents leading the team frown. According to the IP address obtained, Xigua is at No. 93, Milk Town, and the owner of this house is the Williams and his wife. Who else would have if it weren't for them?

At this time, the boss's voice sounded in the agent's headset.

"Megua is still chatting with Alice!"

What? The agent was startled, then waved his hand, and several FBIs immediately rushed to the second floor with guns.

At this moment, Williams and his wife were extremely shocked and ignored the threat of being pointed at by guns. They rushed over to stop the FBI's actions.

"No, don't go!" "No, don't hurt him!"

Second floor.

"Bang--"

The door was knocked open hard, and several FBIs rushed in and shouted loudly.

"Don't move! Hold your head with both hands!" "We are the FBI!"

The next moment, everyone was stunned, but see:

In this cartoon small room, a cute child was happily typing on the keyboard. Seeing the police uncle enter the room, the child turned his head and blinked his bright big eyes a few times.

Sudden!

The child's mouth sagged and started to cry. There seemed to be indescribable grievances in his tender cry.

"Mom, wuwu...mom, mom..."

OH, Mygod!

A FBI patted his forehead, and the tragedy was extremely tragic. The rest were also shocked, their mouths wide open and they could not say anything.

"What are you doing?!"

At this time, everyone also came upstairs. Hearing his son's cry, Mrs. Williams rushed into the house and picked up her son.

"What are you going to do? What are you going to do?!" Mrs. Williams roared loudly like a female tiger who saw a wounded tiger.

"I want to accuse you, I want to expose you to the media!" Mrs. George also shouted loudly to the FBI.

Mr. Williams walked quickly to his wife, carefully examined his child, then breathed a sigh of relief, and then turned around and spoke to the FBI agents:

"I don't know what you are going to check? But he is my son, only 11 years old!"

Mr. Williams' voice was very serious, as if telling everyone that as long as anyone dared to hurt his son, he would definitely fight to the death.

The agent didn't know what to say. Damn, in the face of a global sensation and the president's attention, he led his team to catch a child.

Is this his situation?

The FBI looked at this and that, and then they all looked at their heads, as if saying: Captain, are you, please make arrangements soon.

"Well, um...Mr. Williams, why don't we go downstairs first!" Mr. Agent suggested weakly.

It’s no wonder that this agent is so cowardly. Because this is the United States of America, every child has a super invincible god on his head, that is, "Minor Scum...", sorry, I typed a typo, it is the "Minor Protection Act".

There is a saying that describes the United States: America is a paradise for children, a battlefield for adults, and a cemetery for the elderly.

There are dozens of laws on protecting minors in the United States. Note that it is a "ministry" or not a "partner". Not to mention intentional infringement on children, even if it is unintentional, it will be convicted of felony crimes.

And not to mention that the FBI is damaging children, or that the children's parents accidentally hurt children, is a serious crime.

There was once a case like this:

A Chinese couple, whose wife went to class, and the husband changed the diapers for the child at home, but they accidentally threw the child into the bathtub twice. The child kept crying, and then the husband took the child to the hospital for examination and found a fracture.

The doctor called the police immediately.

After trial, the court ruled that the child's parents were unable to take care of the child, so they sent the child to a public institution for raising him, and the husband was sentenced to five years in prison.

This is a parent, not an outsider.

If it is abandoning a child, it is even more serious. It is definitely not a "blame crime" like China, but first-degree murder!

...

Hearing the agent's advice, Mr. Williams nodded to his wife, and then the two women hugged Ike like a cub and walked downstairs.

After they went downstairs, the agent approached the computer and looked at it, and suddenly saw:

On the rectangular computer screen, there is only one Facebook running, with many conversations on it, including the keywords "Sister Alice" and "Brother Watermelon".

It was indeed him!

OH, Mygod! Agent sighed inwardly, and then reported to his boss through the headset:

"Sir, I caught the 'watermelon'! But..."

"But what? Take them out immediately and don't destroy the scene!"

"He is still a child, and he has a reporter here, so he can't take him!" the agent said helplessly.

As soon as these words came out, shock sounded immediately in the headset.

"What?" "What?" "Are you funny?"
Chapter completed!