Extraterrestrial parasite

Focusing on the keyword "Fros Group", Britney made several inquiries online and compiled a lot of relevant information.

The more she inquired, the more doubtful she became. Generally speaking, for such a huge enterprise group, most of the news on the Internet showed positive comments, and there were not many slanderous news. After searching for a long time, she only found a few gossips.

In other words, after busy searching for several hours on the Internet, she did not find the relevant clues she needed as she imagined, and all her time was in vain.

Taking off her glasses and rubbing her temples, Britney walked out of the study tiredly, and was surprised to find that it was already dark outside, and it was already past eight o'clock in the evening. No wonder she felt hungry, considering she hadn't eaten since noon.

Taking out some jam from the refrigerator and mixing it with bread to eat, Britney stared blankly out the window, struggling with various thoughts in her mind. She held the phone in her hand, hesitating whether to return it or not. To call out.

She wanted to call the police, but she also knew that the police would never search a multinational group for something like this without obvious evidence, so calling the police was undoubtedly a futile effort. "Rio...what should I do?"

Although as a reporter, Britney has never encountered such a thing, and it is natural for her to be upset for a while.

"Maybe... I can go to him for help... No, I can't go to him."

Only then did such an idea come to mind. He was immediately rejected by Britney. Since she had already said that she would sever all ties and get a divorce, she now went to him for help. This was undoubtedly a slap in the face, and Britney didn't want to embarrass herself in front of that person.

Sitting down on the sofa, Britney took out her phone and flipped through her contacts one by one, hoping to find someone who could get help.

Unfortunately, out of the hundreds of names and numbers in her contacts, almost none could help her. Most importantly, Britney has no evidence. It's impossible to convince others to believe her based on those photos alone.

"Dong dong dong..."

There was a sudden knock on the door, awakening Britney who was in confusion.

who is it? No one has been a visitor to her place for a long time.

Britney stood up from the sofa in confusion, went to the door and looked out through the peephole.

Two men in black suits. They were standing outside the door, blocking the entrance and exit, and one of the men kept twirling his middle finger on the door, making "dong dong dong" knocking sounds. Who are these two people?

Britney was absolutely certain that in her memory, she did not recognize these two men with strange faces.

Perhaps because there was no movement inside the door for a long time, the two men in black looked at each other silently and nodded slightly. A man took out a dark object from his arms, inserted it into the keyhole of the door, and turned it.

Brittney stared at the doorknob in horror. Watching it rotate along the outside of the door, it was gradually moving closely, and it was unexpectedly opened slowly by something unknown from the outside.

Oh my God!

Taking a breath of air, Britney hurriedly ran into the room. She didn't even have time to get the information in the study, and rushed into a room and locked the wooden door tightly. Then open the window in the room and jump through the window into the yard behind.

Only then did she jump down. She could vaguely hear the sounds of people walking around and searching in the living room. It must have been those two people who broke into her house directly.

This is illegal intrusion!

However, Britney had no intention of intercepting or warning the other party. The first thing she wanted to do next was to get out of here quickly.

But she couldn't drive. That would make too much noise and would definitely attract attention. If the other party came in a car, she was not sure she could escape such tracking. So the best way is to sneak into the neighbor's yard quietly before the two people notice her, and then hide quietly in the bushes. In this way, she will never be found easily. trace.

There was no more time to think about it. She just did it as she thought without hesitation. Britney gritted her teeth and walked through the fence made by the bushes, entered the neighbor's yard, looked for one of the directions, ran over and hid. Within the bushes.

Nervousness, fear, fear, a variety of emotions emerged from her mind one by one, and then mixed together to form a mixed emotion that even Britney herself could not distinguish. She held her breath and quietly Looking out through a gap in the bushes.

This is someone else's yard, so of course there is no movement. No, she was hiding here, and she could still roughly hear the sound of the TV coming from the neighbor's living room. That guy must have been alone at home again, roaring his heavy metal music.

Who are those two people? Why would you enter your own house illegally? Did she offend someone?

These three questions arose in Britney's mind for a moment, and an answer became obvious.

The two men in black suits were almost 100% sure to be the ones sent by Fross Group Company.

Rio couldn't be contacted, so he must be related to the Fros Group. And when she went to look for Rio, her relationship with Rio was naturally exposed. If the Fros Group really did something shameful, they would definitely send someone. Come and catch her to prevent any accidents.

Quickly sorting out the clues, Britney wanted to take out her phone to call the police, but she reached into her pocket and found it was empty. Only then did she realize that she had casually thrown her phone on the sofa when she was looking through her contacts.

not good!

Britney's face turned pale and her breathing became rapid.

The black screen of the mobile phone might not be noticed, but with the open laptop in the study room, as soon as someone enters, they will immediately notice the lighted screen. In this way, those two people, as long as they are not fools, will know that she was at home before.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid...they can't find me anyway."

Thinking that she was hiding in the bushes of her neighbor's house, Britney put aside a few percent of her worries and forcibly reassured herself that nothing would happen.

Hiding quietly in the bushes, not daring to move loudly and gasping for air, Britney estimated that she had been hiding there for more than half an hour, and then slowly crawled out of the bushes, panting slightly and waiting for the numbness in her legs to dissipate. , ears perked up to listen to what was going on in the next room.

I don't know whether it was because they were too far apart or because the other party's activity was too weak. Britney listened carefully for a long time and didn't feel anything strange at all.

No, she couldn't risk it.

No one knew whether those two people were still hiding in the room, waiting for her to fall into a trap.

Britney was quite clever. Instead of staying here and waiting, she lowered her body and walked through the bushes of the neighbor's house, and then walked into another family's yard. She went through several times in a row, and Britney After he was sure to be quite far away, he immediately ran out of the community, called an approaching taxi, and announced a destination.

Under the dark night, the driver nodded, turned the steering wheel and drove towards the other side of the street, arriving at the destination Britney mentioned half an hour later.

Judging from the appearance, the living environment in this neighborhood is obviously not as good as the one where Britney lives. As you can imagine, the economic situation of the people living here does not make people happy.

However, Britney stood on the side of the street with mixed emotions, looking at the door of the house in front of her, hesitating for a while, and finally sighed, walked up and pressed the doorbell.

"Click..."

The door slowly opened, and a woman with a haggard face stared at Britney outside the door doubtfully: "Who are you?"

"Excuse me, does Bernie live here?"

Seeing that it was a woman who opened the door, this situation was a bit beyond Britney's expectations, so she hesitated slightly and asked this question.

"Bernie? You are Bernie's..."

"I'm his ex-wife."

"Ex-wife?"

The woman was surprised, and the confusion instantly disappeared from her face, replaced by a vigilant look.

"You, why are you still looking for him now?"

"I'm sorry, can you let me go in first before we talk?"

Britney said apologetically.

There was an obvious look of reluctance on the woman's face, but maybe she thought of something, and her hand that held the door tightly loosened, allowing Britney to enter.

The interior of this house was not much different from the shabby appearance. As soon as Britney walked in, she found that whether it was furniture or electrical appliances, they were either second-hand goods or old things left by the previous owner. In short, there was no one. Brand new items.

"Sit down."

The woman did not welcome Britney's arrival. She asked her to sit down on the sofa and asked impatiently: "What do you want to do here?"

"Is Bernie here? I have something to talk to him about."

After all, Britney was a woman. When she suddenly encountered such a thing and had a stranger break into her home, she immediately ignored the embarrassment. She quickly put aside the agreement of non-interference and ran to her ex-husband for help.

There were many reasons for divorce, one of which was that her ex-husband was so busy that he completely ignored his family. But even so, Britney had to admit that as an FBI agent, Bernie was extremely good.

However, Bernie is not sociable, and he is relatively stiff in getting along with his superiors. Even after a few years of hard work, he often does not get promoted. In addition, as an FBI agent, he is on call 24 hours a day every day, and has to work overtime at any time. He often cannot take care of Britney, not to mention that his average annual salary is only $676 due to his GS-11 level. , in addition to deducting 6% federal tax, state tax and local tax, you will get only US$4,994.

The relationship gradually faded due to time, and they couldn't make much money. Britney and Bernie didn't have children, so they divorced simply.

It had been almost a year since the divorce, and the two had only met once in this room when they signed the agreement. She never expected that Bernie would find another woman so quickly.