Chapter 681 Invisible Bond
Deny. anger. bargain.
"You, how could you!"
"You said I could talk to him, you said that."
The anger did not last long, Xiao With pleading eyes, Frank clutched at straws, trying over and over again to get confirmation from Carl.
Carl took a deep breath, finally turned his head and looked into Frank Little's eyes, "He fell and broke his neck. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."
After saying that, Carl went back to He sat on the aisle seat and turned his head silently, not daring to look directly at little Frank any longer.
Little Frank looked at Karl in disbelief, as if his whole body was suspended, staring at Karl for a long time, his eyes filled with despair.
Even forgetting the sadness, there is only despair.
Suddenly.
He was panting heavily, as if he was lacking oxygen. Little Frank kept rubbing his chest, trying to feel oxygen again, but it was too difficult.
"No."
"No..."
Little Frank began to retch, grabbing his hair and hitting the small table, his whole body was convulsing uncontrollably. I got up, my whole body was shaking.
"Carl, I feel like vomiting."
"Carl."
"I need to go to the bathroom, I'm going to vomit."
Carl hurriedly comforted the surrounding passengers and took little Frank to the bathroom.
But.
Little Frank seemed to have been in the bathroom for a century without any movement. After Carl ordered the flight attendant to open the bathroom, he found that there was no one inside.
A living person actually disappeared like this.
It turned out that little Frank unscrewed the screws in the bathroom sewer and climbed down along the landing wheels of the plane. When the plane was still taxiing for landing, he had already jumped out one step ahead of schedule and was once again from the FBI. Escape from hands.
So, where did little Frank go?
Mother’s house.
Little Frank escaped all the way to the door of his mother's house. The Christmas tree was hung with colorful lights. Looking inside from the window, he could see his mother sitting on the sofa, reading magazines, quiet and peaceful, and she and her husband looked at each other and smiled. The look of happiness.
His mother didn't notice him.
However, a little girl aged two or three appeared in front of the window, playing the harmonica and looking at him obediently.
Little Frank, "What's your name?"
The little girl just smiled shyly.
Little Frank, "Where is your mother?"
The little girl turned around and pointed, that was Paula.
Little Frank was stunned, staring blankly at the little girl in front of him. The panic, fear, and confusion in his eyes gradually destroyed the blue sky, and finally lost focus completely.
Behind him, alarm bells blared and police cars surged, surrounding him from all directions.
Little Frank looked back, looking at the chaos in front of him, his thoughts swirling, and then he looked back at the window again, looking at the little girl and then at his mother, and a tear broke free from the shackles of his eyes and fell down.
One step, another step.
Little Frank stepped back and distanced himself, raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and looked at the little girl quietly with tears streaming down his face.
Then, turn around.
"Carl, take me out of here."
"I want to get out of here, as soon as possible. Carl, take me out of here."
Caught off guard, Melvin He felt his cheeks become wet, and he raised his hand to wipe it off in a panic, only then did he realize that his face was covered with tears.
Melvin was a little embarrassed, afraid of being discovered by others.
But from the corner of his eyes, he noticed that other people around him were secretly wiping their tears and sniffing silently. It was unclear whether they were sad or moved.
At least, Melvin was safe, because his eyes were filled with tears again - when the FBI took away little Frank, something unusual was finally noticed in the house, and Paula appeared with her husband holding her daughter. , standing at the door, the appearance of their family of three remained deeply in little Frank's eyes.
As soon as the focus of the camera changed, it switched from a family of three at the door of the house to the rearview mirror of a police car. The broken blue in little Frank's eyes was clearer than ever.
"In view of the seriousness of the crime, in view of the history of wanton and evasive behavior, and in view of the contempt for the laws of the United States, I am compelled to deny your request to be treated as a juvenile offender, sentence you to serve twelve years in Atlanta's maximum surveillance prison, and strongly recommend that you It is recommended that you be held in isolation for the entire period of your sentence.”
Little Frank was in jail, but he still failed to escape.
The movie should end here.
However, no.
Carl came to visit in prison, "Merry Christmas, Frank."
It’s Christmas Eve again one year, and it’s still Carl who accompanies Frank.
Unknowingly, little Frank and Carl established a wonderful relationship. They were neither friends nor enemies, but they had an invisible bond.
Not only did Carl come to visit Frank Jr., but he also brought a special gift -
The comic, "The Flash".
"How is your daughter? What is her name?"
"Grace. Well, I don't know. She lives with her mother in Chicago, and I don't see her very often."
"What's in the box?"
Little Frank poked around absently. , but Carl didn’t mind and said calmly, “I’m on my way to the airport, and I’m a check forger operating in Minnesota.”
“Oh, God, he’s driving us crazy. ."
Little Frank, who had been in low spirits, became interested, "Did you bring the check? "
Carl nodded, "I brought a fake check that he wrote out at the Great Lakes Savings and Loan Bank." And showed it to Frank Jr. through the glass barrier, "He used a template machine and a Kinoshita typewriter."
Little Frank looked at it very carefully and immediately saw the key, "The forger is a bank teller."
Carl was stunned, "What?"
Little Frank, "Must be the bank teller, Carl. Banks have always stamped dates by hand, using them over and over again, so there's always wear and tear, there's always breaks in the numbers, 6 and 9, you see, they wear out first."< br>
Karl was stunned, frozen in place, "Thank you."
The camera turned.
Carl appeared again, this time not to visit, but to enter the prison with the FBI Assistant Director and formally meet Frank Jr. as an FBI agent.
The Assistant Director of the FBI handed Frank Jr. an envelope and said, "Tell me what you saw."
Frank Jr. squeezed the envelope and already had the answer as soon as his fingertips touched the check. , "This is a forgery."
Karl, "You haven't seen it yet."
Frank Jr., "There are no cut edges. I mean, this check is hand-cut, not cut from a large sheet. The paper is double-layered, which is too heavy for a bank check. This magnetic ink, I can You can feel the bulge with your hands, but it should be flat, and it doesn’t smell like check ink. It should be a drawing ink that can be purchased at a stationery store.”
Frank Jr. is obviously talking, but the camera is focused on Carl.
Zoom closer, then zoom closer.
From close-up to close-up, Karl did not hide his pride, raised his eyebrows at his boss, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
Poof.
Melvin didn't hold back, but quickly restrained himself and adjusted his sitting posture properly.
In Karl’s expression, you can see the pride and confidence of a father. Although there should be no sense of humor, it naturally makes people’s mouths curl up, and feeling such a bond is the story. the correct direction.
Sure enough -
"Frank, are you interested in working in the FBI Economic Crimes Division?"
The FBI Assistant Director offered Frank Jr. a job, to be done by the FBI Under bond and supervision, Frank Jr. left prison early and worked for the Economic Crimes Division, serving his sentence in such a way, but the difference was that he would become a government employee.
Little Frank, "Under Whose Supervision?"
Carl silently raised his right hand.
(End of this chapter)