The Sui family's car was already parked outside the building.
The adoptive father didn't have time to react. He watched Nie Chi walk into the house and tried to stop him: "Sir, I haven't received any notice from the orphanage. But you, trespassing like this—"
He had barely finished speaking when he looked up in surprise at the black muzzle of a gun in front of him.
After Nie Chi left, the gun in the special forces member's hand got stuck in the anti-theft door that was being closed by his adoptive father.
The foster mother's expression suddenly became ugly: "What do you mean by this?"
"We didn't come together."
The lieutenant colonel at the door stood tall and pointed at them. "My name is Zhuang Yu, captain of the special operations team. I have received a report that you may have high-risk items here."
Zhuang Yu put away his gun and walked in: "I'm here to conduct a legal search."
"What a mess!?" The adoptive father frowned. "Where do I find any high-risk items? Did you find the wrong person?"
Zhuang Yu ignored what he said, signaled him to start a carpet search, and reached out to pull Nie Chi to the corner.
The adoptive father looked at the familiar attitude of the two men and knew that he must have been tricked. His face became more gloomy.
"I don't know who sent you, but if you want to fabricate a false charge, you may have found the wrong person."
The adoptive father said coldly: "I have never done anything illegal. I will file a complaint with the league headquarters regarding your behavior today."
"Everyone is doing what they are doing. Just get to the point and don't beat around the bush." The adoptive father asked, "What is your purpose—"
Zhuang Yu casually took out a cigarette and lowered his head to ask Nie Chi for a lighter: "I'm here to steal the child."
The adoptive father stood there in shock.
"The child you adopted has a strong talent for mechas, and the military has taken a liking to him."
Zhuang Yu said: "I just happened to hear that your child is not very happy."
The adoptive father and mother looked at each other, and their faces darkened.
…
The children taken out of the orphanage were indeed very dissatisfied.
The hospital repeatedly promised that he was a smart, sensible and talented boy, but when he was brought home, he was very disappointed.
—I can’t even read a few characters, I spend all day tinkering with some idle hobbies, I can’t learn even the simplest subjects, I don’t dare to greet people, I stumble over the few words I say, but I’m gifted at making money.
How can a child like this hold his head up in front of others
As adoptive parents, we should fulfill our responsibilities as adoptive parents and help these defective children, who are destined to have no future, get back on the right track.
… But how could such a defective product be favored by both the Sui family and the military? !
Before the adoptive father could recover from his shock, he heard regular knocks on the door.
Not wanting to make the situation more chaotic, he rushed over to lock the door, but the special forces guarding the door had already opened it.
…
The adoptive father stood at the door in a daze, unable to utter a word.
The guards of the Pu family stood outside the door. Pu Sicun, the head of the Pu family, nodded slightly and smiled kindly: "Excuse me for disturbing you."
In this mysterious orphanage, the Pu family unexpectedly found the young master who had been missing for many years.
Little Pu Ying had a hard time in the orphanage, and was well taken care of by the two boys who led the orphanage. Pu Sicun came to visit in person, hoping to take the child into the Pu family.
"The Pu family will pay all the child support you have spent before, or provide you with compensation that satisfies you."
The secretary beside Pu Sicun roughly relayed the situation and handed over the agreement: "From now on, this child will be educated and taken care of by the Pu family..."
"Mr. Pu." Zhuang Yu said, "The army arrived earlier than you. We need to discuss with you who to go with."
Nie Chi took a step forward and was about to emphasize the Sui family's matter when the captain kicked him without leaving a trace: "..."
Pu Sicun suddenly became deaf at this time, and waved his hand with a smile: "The Pu family can provide all the conditions. Pu Ying really wants to come, and we must thank you..."
…
None of them gave in, and they frankly discussed the child's fate in front of the adoptive parents. Before they could reach a conclusion, someone knocked on the door, which they had not had time to close.
Figures in white military uniforms moved swiftly and filed in orderly from outside the door.
"We have received anonymous reports that there is abuse of adopted children here."
The head of the Special Investigation Section knocked on both doors and said, "In order to confirm whether it is real, we need to conduct a home search. Please cooperate."
The adoptive father suddenly became distracted.
He had no time to be surprised by the big shot recruited by a wild boy. Looking at the solid evidence in front of him, cold sweat instantly soaked through his clothes.
—If these people find out, how will I discipline my child? I’m afraid I’ll be in big trouble!
"This is slander!" the adoptive father said sternly, "Who reported me? I want to seek peace and stand firm—"
The detective who was ordered to search ignored him, raised his hand to push his adoptive father away, and walked straight to the study.
The section chief walked up to Pu Sicun and said, "Mr. Pu."
"You're here too?" Pu Sicun nodded and chuckled, "If you come here, we won't have anything to steal..."
"… what do you mean by this?"
The adoptive mother walked forward quickly, looking at the detectives who were searching for evidence, and said sharply: "I'm adopting a child, but the adoption went wrong?"
"What is abuse? To make him study hard, to discipline him, to make him stop playing around - not doing what he wants is abuse?"
The foster mother stopped the person and said, "Everything we do is for your good. We have done so much for you, isn't it for your future?"
"Did you go out and report it yourself?" the adoptive mother asked, "I worried so much about you, fed you, clothed you, let you enjoy the happiness you never thought of, but in the end you turned out to be an ungrateful person who could never be tamed..."
The section chief was worried and walked up to the adoptive mother and asked: "Have you ever used corporal punishment or confinement?"
The foster mother paused for a moment. She didn't answer immediately. After a pause, she gritted her teeth and said, "I just don't want you to grow up to be a useless person!"
"This is a wild child who has never been taught before. He can't even read all the words and can only play with useless things all day long. Don't I even have the right to discipline him?"
Foster mother: "I am your guardian—"
The section chief made an apologetic gesture and interrupted her: "Did you use corporal punishment and confinement?"
This time, the adoptive mother was completely unwilling to leave. She looked at the section chief, her face turning pale and blue, and she stood there without saying a word.
… I did use some harsh and excessive punishments, but that was only to make the child learn his lesson and become more obedient.
What's wrong with doing this
I was deceived and adopted a child I was not satisfied with from the orphanage. Couldn't I use my own methods to make this child more satisfactory
The agent came out of the cubicle and shook his head at the section chief.
The section chief couldn't help but frown and turned to the adoptive mother: "Where is your adopted child?"
The foster mother opened her mouth and was about to speak, but suddenly stopped.
… Yesterday afternoon, I found some money from an unknown source under the pillow of this wild child.
Even though he had been taken out of the orphanage, he was always complaining about not having to raise a younger brother or sister, and he actually went out secretly to make money.
A teenager went out to work but no one cared about him. Who knows where the money was stolen from.
Even if it is true that the money is earned by making wooden toys and selling them, doesn't it take time to make these things? How much more homework can I learn and how many more exercises can I do with this wasted time
had scolded and disciplined him countless times, but this stubborn child just wouldn't learn his lesson. His silent attitude finally infuriated completely.
… locked the disobedient wild child in the bathroom.
The adoptive mother and father exchanged a glance at this group of people with different expressions but the same cold gaze, and their hearts finally sank after realizing it belatedly.
These people... are they out of their minds? They all suddenly come to grab a wild boy that no one cares about. Are they coming for me
Did someone plan this out and deliberately do something wrong
What exactly does the Special Investigation Division do? Even if there is indeed behavior that is not in compliance with adoption regulations, how can it be worth sending someone to investigate
"sit."
The adoptive father tried his best to soften his tone, coughed, and winked at the adoptive mother: "The child is in cram school... He is not here."
He led a few people into the living room and went to get some tea and cigarettes, but found that their reactions were a little strange.
Pu Sicun was the head of the Pu family and held a very high position in the alliance, so it was not surprising that he calmly sat down in his seat - considering Zhuang Yu's status as a manager of the Sui family, he was particularly polite to a small section chief, and even did not sit down, but moved to stand at attention by the wall.
The chief of the special investigation section looked like an inconspicuous middle-aged man. He spoke in a low voice and his attitude was obviously very gentle.
He stood in the corner and spoke to Zhuang Yu and Nie Chi in a gentle and slow voice. The two murderous-looking men did not refute a single word he said, but just nodded obediently.
…
After the section chief finished speaking, he patted the two men on the shoulders and walked to the sofa.
The foster father cleared his throat and quickly made way: "Please sit down."
"I am... I was too impatient, and maybe my education method was not right."
The adoptive father tried his best to smile and offered the cigarette to Fang: "Do you know anyone from the Secret Service? I have a classmate there who is also from the Security Bureau. We have a good relationship..."
The section chief nodded apologetically: "We don't have a good relationship."
The adoptive father paused, and the forced smile froze on his face in shock.
He stared at the head of the Special Investigation Section in front of him, and after confirming that he was not joking, his face turned paler.
"I don't have a good relationship with the director."
The section chief took off his coat, folded it with one hand, and handed it to the attendant behind him: "I don't agree with your position and style of doing things, and I am not going to continue to cooperate with your arrangements."
The section chief nodded to his adoptive father and said, "Let me introduce myself. I don't often work in the security department at the moment. My permanent position in the alliance headquarters is the instructor of the special operations team."
The adoptive father's eyes widened, his gaze fixed on the mechanical arm on the other side.
…I have heard about this.
He is a classmate of the Director of the Secret Service and he holds a public office in the Union Headquarters. They have a good relationship and he can occasionally get some information that is not made public.
I have heard that a deputy captain of the special operations team who was supposed to take over as captain lost an arm while saving others.
Because of this injury, the vice-captain's bright future was ruined and he had to retreat to the second line as a counselor.
There are many shameful and secretive deals involved in this matter, which suppress the special forces' voice in the alliance, and more than one or two companies can get a share of the cake.
At a private class reunion, everyone was on the same side, and no one could escape. The director of the Secret Service was half drunk, and when he talked about this, he looked very proud: "It's just a warning. If you get in my way again, no special forces can escape..."
Cold sweat began to appear on the adoptive father's forehead.
He wiped the sweat from his palms onto his clothes and moved his throat with difficulty. He was about to change the subject when a special forces member suddenly stepped forward and rudely stopped his foster mother who was tiptoeing to the bathroom.
The agent next to him snatched the towel from the adoptive mother's hand and scanned it with the instrument: "Chief, it's ether."
This is a chemical that was used specifically for inhalation anesthesia in the past. The amount used on the towel is enough to easily knock out a child.
The adoptive father's eyes fixed, and he instinctively pulled his hand away to grab it, but his shoulder suddenly exploded with a tearing pain.
In just a moment, the originally gentle and amiable middle-aged man easily twisted the man's arm, took out the man's service pistol, and threw it to the orderly who was following him closely.
Nie Chi pushed the bathroom door twice and glanced down: "Does your bathroom also use a fingerprint lock?"
The adoptive father was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat and couldn't speak: "I—"
The reason why I changed to a fingerprint lock was that no matter whether I used an ordinary mechanical lock or a password lock, I couldn’t lock in this wild child who was determined to run away.
This time I simply replaced the lock with a sturdy fingerprint lock and locked the undisciplined kid in the dark bathroom for a whole night. This morning I was busy going out to work and forgot about it, and he has been locked up until now.
This kind of thing can be big or small. It is natural for parents to discipline their children. Even if the means are a little extreme, usually no one will interfere.
…But the alliance regulations are kept secret after all. If they are caught by the special investigation department of the security department, the couple may not be able to keep their public positions in the alliance headquarters!
The adoptive father's face turned pale, he swallowed hard, and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him warily: "Are you, are you seeking revenge for personal gain?"
"If you can't pay, why are you holding my hand?"
The adoptive father stared at the head of the Special Investigation Section in front of him, trying his best to raise his voice: "I can go to the Alliance Headquarters and report you for abusing your public office for personal gain and using public power to take revenge! In order to please the Sui family, you actually brought security personnel out and secretly mixed with the Sui family—"
Before he could finish his words, several agents who were whispering to each other couldn't help but look over.
There was some surprise on Pu Sicun's old face. Zhuang Yu bit the cigarette and coughed lightly.
Nie Chigang quickly drew his gun and blasted open the bathroom door. Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows and a smile appeared on his cold face.
The adoptive father looked at these people in confusion: "What are you laughing at?!"
"Involved with the Sui family?"
The section chief stood up, took out his glasses from his pocket, opened them and put them on: "You may have misunderstood one thing. I am not involved with the Sui family."
"My child was a volunteer at an orphanage and liked a child there very much. When I went to apply for adoption, I found out that the child had been taken away."
The section chief said: “I’ll have to pick it up myself.”
The foster father's eyes widened in shock, his mouth opened but no sound came out, and he looked at these people carefully.
The section chief walked over and knocked lightly on the two restroom doors.
He waited patiently for a few seconds and heard a response from inside before he gently told the child to close his eyes first to avoid being suddenly stimulated by the strong light.
Nie Chi opened the bathroom door.
The boy locked inside was thin and weak, sitting in the corner of the small and cold bathroom.
His clothes were more than one size too big and barely hung on his back. His thin wrists, exposed from the cuffs, were covered in bruises from struggling to pound the door.
The section chief's eyes and voice darkened. He walked over and stretched out his hand.
The mechanical prosthesis was gentle and powerful, picking up the child curled up in the corner. The section chief took his coat and carefully wrapped the boy's almost frozen body.
Hold Xiao Yutang in his arms.
"Under external intervention, many deviations occurred in our world. Many people had their destinies and identities misjudged, and were forced to take paths they shouldn't have taken."
"There are many things that need to be revised, and many misconceptions should also be corrected."
Section Chief: "I have no involvement with the Sui family."
Section Chief: "I am Sui Zhengfan, this was supposed to be my child."