Amelia, who was sitting in the co-pilot, put down the phone that was hung up again, shook her head and said: "Nothing, I wanted to call my uncle to ask what time his flight is tomorrow night, but he never picked up."

Gwen smiled and said: "Maybe he is busy. My father is like this too. By the way, what does your uncle do? I have never heard of you talking about it?"

Amelia thought for a while and looked at Gwen: "My uncle, the nature of his job should be similar to George's."

Gwen was slightly startled.

"Really or not?"

"Yeah, but my uncle spends most of his time working in Washington."

"Wow, DC."

Gwen was surprised and said: "It's about the same as my dad. He's still in DC. Oh my God, your uncle is not an FBI agent."

Emilia smiled: "Almost!"

Gwen was really surprised now. She glanced at Amelia and said: "I didn't expect that you have an uncle from the FBI. My father applied to join the FBI when I was five or six years old.

Yes, but during the interview, I was eliminated.”

Most of the police officers in the local police department are interested in the FBI.

After all, just the abbreviation of "FBI" sounds extremely domineering, and the FBI is responsible for nationwide cases, so it can be considered a good promotion platform.

However, the FBI is very strict about the number of people it recruits from local police departments each year, and the beginning and interviews are also very strict.

George had applied three times before, but failed to pass the interview each time.

As for the reason, George didn't say anything, and Gwen didn't ask. After all, it was considered a bad memory, and asking wouldn't change anything.

During the conversation.

The Indian reservation soon arrived.

The Indian man who was standing on the other side of the cordon today to prevent outsiders from coming over looked at the approach of the strange vehicle with a wary look on his face.

Then……

The man saw two young and energetic... girls getting out of the car?

"Um?"

"Hello!"

Gwen confessed to Amelia who might not know much about the grievances between the Indians and the Federals. Then she walked out, looked at the Indian man and said: "My boyfriend came here the night before yesterday and said...

The man who came here to heal his wounds, his name is Hawke, can I go in and see him?"

Boy friend.

Hawke?

The man who drank with our matriarch until dawn yesterday?

The Indian man's thoughts were racing.

The next second.

Shake your head!

"No……"

"Athabas, bring them in."

"……good!"

Not far away, Nora who was passing by saw Gwen and said something to the Indian man standing guard from a distance.

…
Chapter completed!