Super body leads the era

"AP WIRE: Sissy is healed! Sissy-Lawrence is healed!"

"Extra, extra, Sissy Lawrence, who fell on the ground during class, returns to school!"

"Great news, great news, we don't have to hold a class to visit the sick tonight!"

On Monday, when Sissy returned to school after recovering from a fever, a large number of lively and mischievous students, headed by her class, started yelling everywhere.Mrs. Lyle, the dean of students, Mr. Purness, the teacher, etc. Many teachers came to express condolences in person. After the whole morning, the whole class was always lively.

"Really, he's come out to dance again!"

Amidst the uproar and laughter of the whole class, only Mike was still sitting in his seat.When many people in the class gathered around Sissy and kept blessing him, he stared at the newspaper dejectedly and muttered.

Sun Xiaowei patted him on the back: "What's wrong?"

"Gorbachev was elected chairman of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR. I hate this guy. He just signed the Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty with our president last year!"

Sun Xiaowei was not surprised to hear this name.Although the Stark Industrial Bloodland exists in New York City, although the Day of the Heart is waiting to be fed in Angola, and although there is a guy who looks like a vampire as a kidnapper, the world as a whole is of course normal and harmonious.The Soviet Union has not yet disintegrated, country Z has opened up, and the Iran-Iraq War is coming to an end.

"Isn't that nice? Don't you want a world war?"

The 12-year-old Mike stared at the newspaper, and the English words in politics did not bring him any difficulties: "I just feel that it is a pity that so many nuclear bombs will be destroyed. Really, you can give me two if you don't want it."

Sun Xiaowei giggled: "I have noticed it a long time ago, son, it seems that you are very interested in current affairs and finance?"

Another pat on the shoulder made Mike realize who was talking to him. When he saw Sun Xiaowei's face, he instinctively remembered her success in beating up all the boys in the school, and he shook subconsciously.

"That...it's, it's okay..."

Ignoring Mike's fearful face, Sun Xiaowei raised her eyebrows and said, "Hey, I'm Mike, have you ever considered going to university to study?"

Mike was a little confused: "University? Please, let's go to junior high school in September, okay?"

"It's always good to set the direction early, come on, let's talk~"

It was noon, and there was nothing to do. The students around were all around Sissi. Sun Xiaowei smiled and sat in front of Mike: "Are you interested in making movies? I can tailor many scripts for you."

All the students in the school know that Sun Xiaowei is the owner of DreamWorks. When Mike heard this proposal, his eyes inevitably lit up: "You're kidding! You invited me to make a movie!?"

The girl looked around, if almost everyone was not around Sissy, Mike's voice was enough to make the two of them a new topic.

"I'm just a suggestion. You are very handsome. You have a natural advantage in acting in some children's movies. Even if your acting skills are poor...you can make up for it with the plot. How about it, are you interested?"

There are not many big boys who are not interested in this kind of thing, and the precocious Mike is no exception. He threw the newspaper aside and said excitedly: "Of course I am interested!"

But then he frowned again, apparently calming down a bit: "But this matter was brought up too suddenly, Alba, do you really want me to make a movie? Are you kidding me?"

Sun Xiaowei snorted and said: "My sister now needs to make money from various movies. The movies I make are all newcomers with big box office costs. They are the best choice for fame. It doesn't matter if you don't want to act, some boys are willing to be Where's the star?"

Desperate to get him, Mike immediately made a decision and shouted in a low voice: "Yes, of course I am willing! But... But I must talk to my family and ask my parents for advice."

Sun Xiaowei took out her nail clippers and sharpened her fingernails, she said nonchalantly, "Whatever you want, I'm just making a suggestion, it's not urgent, you go home and discuss it slowly."

"Thank you, Alba!"

"Ah."

Akemi Miyano was sitting in her Chevrolet sedan, driving slowly along Venice Avenue. Seeing the sun set and the time was approaching the agreed time, she couldn't help stepping on the accelerator even harder.

Enter Culver City, the southern suburb of Los Angeles. The vast residential area is divided in an orderly manner by the municipal government. Wait for the signal lights at the intersection, drive southwest along Culver Avenue, pass the picnic restaurant and post office on the left, and drive on the right Columbia Pictures Building, after driving for more than 300 meters, turn left, and Akemi Miyano entered Wenton Street.

There are green trees on both sides of the street, and the wooden houses with a relatively uniform style are either single-storey or double-storey.In any city in Japan, the same price is enough to buy more than two buildings here.Looking at the neat and spacious lawns in front of each house, and watching three or two elderly people jogging vigorously on the sidewalk, Akemi Miyano was extremely envious.

This kind of excellent living environment is absolutely impossible to achieve in Japan. God knows how crowded the booming Tokyo is. Rising housing prices make many people discouraged from the real estate market, but it also makes many investors ecstatic.

As for the rural area, the land is indeed relatively vast, but it is also a pure countryside. Don't compare it with the urban areas in the United States, even if it is a rural area, it is far behind.

With these emotions that came to her heart again, she slowly stopped in front of NO.18, which was a two-storey house without too many characteristics, but the curtains were all drawn so that no light could penetrate.

The irrigation system was spraying the spacious lawn, got out of the car, walked to the door, and she rang the doorbell.

Almost front and back, an Asian man opened the door. Her connector was dressed in plain clothes, not tall but very strong.

"Yamada-kun, please give me your advice."

"Miyano-san, please come inside."

There are a large number of surveillance probes placed on the coffee table in the living room, three computers and a video recorder are placed on the floor, and no less than a dozen video tapes are placed in an open box.

Miyano Akemi whispered, "Is everything on my list ready so soon?"

Yamada said indifferently: "It's not illegal materials, Miyano, although you have just been trained, but because of this, you should improve your abilities quickly. Don't ask such low-level questions as just now."

"I'm sorry, Yamada-kun!"

Standing on one side, Yamada stretched out his finger and said: "Let me just say it. Thirteen tiny cameras can be placed in hidden places in the house, such as in a chandelier, but the microphone needs to be fixed in a place that is convenient for receiving audio, such as a sofa. Used for The tool for stealing electricity is in that suitcase, and the video tape is enough to record 4 hours of continuous video.”

As a novice spy, although Miyano Akemi doesn't have much actual combat experience, her theoretical knowledge is relatively solid.She is very clear that this monitoring task is not about how many videos are recorded in total, but about her observation of the family's living habits, personality hobbies and other daily life, and then making a conclusion.In this way, the 4 o'clock recording of the video tape hub is completely sufficient.

"However, this is a tool that can only be used after finding out the address of the other party."

As Miyano Akemi's colleague in Los Angeles, Yamada naturally knows what task she is performing, and of course will provide some assistance: "The task of inquiring about the owner of that Cadillac is entrusted to me. This requires intrusion into the network of relevant government departments."

Akemi Miyano checked every tool used for surveillance one by one, and while looking at the model of each camera, said happily: "Then please, Yamada-kun. By the way, don't you live in an apartment in the urban area?" ? How did you move to such a nice house?"

Yamada smiled lightly and sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette first, and said, "Have you seen the movie Saw?"

"I've seen it, it's so scary, Vivi-Sister Alba is really amazing!"

"Some friends and I made a bet on the box office of this movie. Whenever it reaches a certain height, those who win the bet will make a fortune, and those who don't believe will pay. In the end, thanks to this movie, all the way Piaohong, I have earned a lot of money!"

Smiling, Yamada tossed a newspaper to Akemi Miyano. The thick black headlines clearly stated the current hot screenings of Saw and the rising box office trend.

"Oh, tens of millions!"

Akemi Miyano was amazed and wanted to chat about movies with her colleagues, but now was not the time, and the two quickly collected all the equipment.

Suddenly a bell rang outside the door, but it wasn't the doorbell.Miyano Akemi, who happened to be standing by the window, opened the corner of the curtain, and saw a girl with black hair style wearing a dark blue sportswear, running past the lawn at high speed.

An Asian girl was following behind on a mountain bike, wearing jeans and a blue shirt, with a jet-black ponytail flying. While playing the bell, she shouted: "Cissy, come on! Sissy, come on!"

After that, a short brown-haired girl followed behind panting, with a schoolbag on her back and a shoulder across her shoulders, and screamed fiercely: "Wait for me! You are sinking to death!"

Seeing the figures of the three girls running into the distance, Akemi Miyano sighed, "Youth is so beautiful!"

Yamada, who was sitting on the sofa, waved his hand and said, "In short, I will solve the task of inquiring about that license plate within three days. Then, it is your job to monitor that family. This is not cia spying on Soviet spies. You don't need me to take your shift." ?”

"Hey, Yamada-kun, don't worry, I will definitely live up to the expectations of my superiors. After you find out the identities of that family, I will definitely record all their anecdotes!"

Putting all the suitcases and purses into the trunk of the Chevrolet, Akemi Miyano left contentedly.

(It’s been a long time since I’ve yelled, let’s give it a shout: I’m asking for a reward, I’m asking for a recommendation~)