The door lock was obviously pried open, and the lock core was damaged and could not be locked anymore. Eric was stunned for several seconds, but he didn't react.

He suddenly felt a little funny.

Almost no one has visited his family, and even the classmates who come to the house to have a party. This double-storey building is like a bamboo house in a deep mountain hermit. Although it is in the bright and lit New York City, it is completely isolated from everything outside, and even Eric's parents who don't know how to live or die have never come to visit. And the first person to visit in such a long time actually seems to be a lock-picking thief. Eric thinks that if the thief hasn't left, he must take some decent things from the refrigerator to entertain.

When he pushed the door and entered the entrance, unexpectedly, the lights in the living room and study were on. It seemed that if he was really a thief, he would be a very arrogant thief. Eric wiped off the rain from his forehead, threw his schoolbag on the ground, and walked in swagger.

Perhaps ordinary people should be more careful if they are not sure if there are any thieves at home, but he doesn't, because strictly speaking, he is not an "ordinary person".

The scene in the living room was beyond his expectations. There was no sneaky thief because the owner suddenly entered and hid behind the curtains. Two uninvited guests in suits sat on his cheap old sofa, as if waiting patiently for his return. Eric couldn't help but think of the traditional plot in science fiction movies, where a group of black suits broke into your life and pointed at you and said what a savior was, and then you inexplicably evolved from a passerby to a male pig's feet.

"Who are you?" The owner of the family still has to ask, "What are you doing at my house?"

A black suit stood up: "Is it Mr. Eric Charlotte?"

"yes."

"We are CIA." He showed his ID.

"Your tone is like this little card explaining 'Why did you pried open the door lock of my house and sit on my sofa for granted'." Eric said angrily.

The man was a little surprised. He seemed to have shown his "universal pass", but most people's reaction should be to take a breath and be respectful.

However, the black suit continued to explain: "It is related to your parents. The reason is highly confidential. I can't explain it to you, but now you are in high danger. We are sent to protect you in prison, and I hope you can cooperate."

After a pause, the black sunglasses seemed to emit the cold gaze that only killers who took countless lives had, like a steel knife lying on their necks.

"If you don't cooperate, I'm very sorry. For everyone's safety, we may have to use tough measures. What needs to be explained in advance is that... this is not a request."

Eric's eyes flashed, not knowing what he was thinking, but he seemed not scared by the sudden change of entering a dull life.

Finally, he sighed softly.

"The beautiful and ordinary life ends here." He pointed to the direction of the toilet. "Would you please let me go to the toilet before you leave? I've been holding it all the way. Otherwise, I should hang up first without waiting for the 'high danger' to come to me."

The two black suits looked a little weird, and they nodded after exchanging their eyes.

Eric strode into the bathroom, locked the door with a "click", and then there was no movement.

A minute passed, and the black suit seemed to finally find something wrong. One of them tentatively called the toilet without responding, and immediately kicked open the bathroom door.

There was no one left, the toilet lid had never been opened, the curtains in front of the narrow window were blown away by the strong wind, and heavy rain poured wildly from the window on the windowsills and ceramic tiles.

Eric ran along the alley that was washed by the heavy rain and emitted a smell of mold. This is the alley behind his home. There are many forks, which can be said to be well-connected and can reach almost every main road nearby.

The two guys who call themselves "CIA agents" are so amateur, so amateur that Eric doesn't need to say a few more words to guide them to reveal their weaknesses. First of all, the layout of the two work permits is still designed from the last century. Maybe it's okay to deceive others, but Eric accidentally saw the genuine one with his own eyes.

Another thing that can help Eric confirm is that a straight suit cannot help two silly big men cover the strong ruffian. The aura of the two of them is not the kind of murderous aura that belongs to cold-blooded agents or professional killers, but is more like a scoundrel who collects money to catch people on the street and beats them. Eric can smell the difference between the two by just one meeting. So although he doesn't know who these guys are and what he wants to catch him, he clearly knows that the visitor is not good.

Many time travelers come to the American comic world, and it seems that they will always have the great dream of buying superpowers, gaining extraordinary power, and finally reaching the peak of the world. However, this guy with no ambitions is not.

In his second life, he didn't want to be a superhero, nor did he ever fantasize about becoming a middle school boss who dominates the world. He just wanted to be an ordinary person, get married and have children, and just like every ordinary person, worry about making money and making a living, complete the life that he didn't have time to finish last time, and enjoy every moment worth remembering in his life.

It’s a pity that even in this new world, this seems to be a luxury. Just like time travelers themselves are a whirlpool that attracts trouble. If an existence in the dark chooses him to come to this world, it is obviously not going to let him come here to live and wait for death. Even if he stays honestly and does nothing, trouble will come to him eventually.

Now, he instantly cut across the alley at the speed of a professional athlete's sprint of 100 meters and was about to join the main road.

A pitch-black Porsche braked the car at the alley with a harsh friction with tires. Another black suit in the driver's seat was exaggeratedly swaying the steering wheel, with a white headphone cable connected to his ears, and he seemed to be talking to someone loudly.

Well, the road was blocked. Eric immediately turned around and turned around and rushed into another alley.

They were coming in full force and there were quite a few people, but fortunately these trackers were not as capable as they wanted them to look, which gave Eric a chance to escape.

The routes to the outside should have been blocked, and it might not be very practical to rush out directly. He turned around and began to head deep into the community.
Chapter completed!