“…It’s really just lying to me?”

"certainly."

"real?"

"I swear."

"If I send someone to my apartment in Washington right now, can you guarantee they can't find any evidence of you drinking or trying to drink?"

"When... wait, send someone?"

Mike, who was being interrogated by his mother for half an hour, suddenly heard this sentence, as if it had triggered some keyword, looking up at his mother Julia.

Mike said suspiciously: "Mother, you just said to send someone?"

Julia smiled and said, "I sent a few of my colleagues over there, can't you?"

Mike stared at Julia's facial expression at the moment, and finally shook his head and lowered his head again: "No, it's OK."

Julia laughed and stood up and walked towards the cockpit, muttering: "I have learned psychology and applied it to my mother. I can't take this number anymore. It seems that I really have to raise a small number. This large number is considered to be a waste."

"mom……"

Mike looked at his mother Julia's back speechlessly.

Before I could say anything, I heard a bang and my mother had already closed the cockpit door.

Mike's right hand was raised in mid-air.

After a while.

Mike with a bitter smile and suspicion, he withdrew his right hand.

In the cockpit.

After closing the door, Julia changed her calm expression, patted her chest and said, "I almost sat back in the passenger seat."

Father Bell took off his headphones and looked at Julia: "What's wrong?"

Julia smiled and said, "Who is your son's mentor?"

Bell thought for a while: "Robert Pete, a big figure in the field of psychology, I heard that he has been helping S.H.I.E.D. improve the latest identity lie detector in recent years."

Julia said: "Mac is probably about to be out of the blue."

Bell, who had a goatee and looked arrogant without laughing, raised his eyebrows: "No way."

Julia nodded.

After a while, Bell, who was flying the plane, turned his head and looked at his wife Julia and whispered: "Dear, you are sure that this is a good time. I mean, let your son know about us..."

Mother Julia interrupted in a deep voice: "It's almost time now. Whether Alexander or Malik can't stay in the World Security Council for a few years. By the latest, Malik will step down from the position of Council Council director. It's time for Mike to meet his grandfather."

Bell was a little worried: "But I'm worried about Mike..."

Julia glanced at Bell and smiled, "Don't worry, Mike actually respects us very much, doesn't he?"

Bell shook his head and smiled.

respect?

Dear love?

Oh.

Bell is now worried about what choice would he make if Mike knew his mother's true side.

Is it an option to join?

still……

Julia was also a little worried. She thought now that she might not have spent so much time outside at that time, otherwise how could he not even be sure of his son's idea?

Logically speaking, at this moment, Mike, who was sitting outside the cabin, should be able to hear the chat between his mother Julia and her father Bell in the cockpit with his keen hearing.

but……

Mike has no special hobby of eavesdropping. Even if it is good, his special hobby has not reached the level of eavesdropping on his parents' whispers.

Eavesdropping on parents’ private words?

hehe.

Who knows what he would eavesdrop, especially his parents are a couple who are very enthusiastic when they get along with each other. Not to mention anything else, even if there is a certain restrictive scene in the cockpit at this moment, Mike has no doubt at all...

So Mike didn't eavesdrop.

but.

Mike, who was staring at the few white clouds outside the window, looked back at the camera on the upper part of the cabin, blinked, and took out the in-ear headset connected to the phone from his pocket.

There was a tingling sound.

Mike's lips were silent: "Red Queen."

After a while.

The voice of the Red Queen appeared from the headset: "Hey, Mike, are you on the plane?"

"Yes."

Mike affirmed his position and said, "Hong Queen, do you remember? Did I ask you not to find any information related to me?"

The queen of Hong immediately said a little aggrievedly: "Mike, I didn't go to check it out, I swear."

Mike said: "No, no, no, I mean, this condition has expired."

Honghou: "What does it mean?"

Mike stared at the closed cockpit with his eyes as blue as deep sea: "I need you to help me check the information about Bell Lance and Julia Lance. The more detailed the better, the more comprehensive the better."

The queen of Hong didn't quite understand: "Huh?"

Mike laughed: "You heard it right, I authorize you, but I still said that, how long will it take to find out while hiding yourself as much as possible?"

The Honghou in the online world pursed his lips and his fingers and thought for a while and said, "Are you sure you won't blame me?"

Mike said, "Yes, I'm sure."

Honghou said, "Okay, I need some time."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Mike took off his headset and put it back in his arms. His eyebrows were slightly frowning and pounding on the table, without any interest in the cup of Coke in front of him.

The wine he needs most now.

Bourbon wine.

Although excessive drinking is not good, alcohol can sometimes have a great effect, for example, it has the effect of calming the mind and helping to activate thinking and think.

lawyer.

Airline stewardess.

A trip plan that takes several times a year, at least five days, and at most twenty days?

Luxury sports car at home.

Luxury business plane sitting now.

My mother just said it by mistake.

With so many clues added together, Mike couldn't help but think about it. Could it be that his parents were a hidden rich man. The reason why he kept himself in Fox Town was just to cultivate his independence and autonomy. It seemed that he could go back to inherit his family property when he became an adult?

This is simply... awesome.

This special cat is a reality, not a fairy tale, nor a novel. This weird and nonsense idea has no survival soil.

Mike has a guess right now.

A not too outrageous or too superficial idea.

That is, his mother Julia and father Bell are actually members of the Mafia, and they are also an existence that can stand shoulder to shoulder with the four major mafia families in New York.

What lawyers, what flight attendants are just concealing their identity on the surface. Don’t forget, what are lawyers doing and what are flight attendants doing?

Lawyer, to put it bluntly, is taking legal gaps.

The flight attendant can fly around the world with justifiable reasons.

Then the question is.

What is the biggest possibility that the two are put together?

This moment.

Mike thought of many scenes in his actions.

Next second.

Mike closed his eyes and prayed in his heart.

Please.

I really want to be a good person.
Chapter completed!