[Comprehensive British and American] Hydra should have been destroyed

"Hello, Mr. Garcia Douglas." She said, picked up the file and glanced at it, "Are you here to visit Hannibal?"

"Yes." Garcia said.

"Very good." Madam Dean said, "We will arrange for him to meet you soon, but there is one more question, are you going to adopt him?"

Garcia frowned: "If I don't adopt him, what will you do?"

"We will negotiate with the Sokovia authorities," said the dean. "Strictly speaking, this child is a smuggled refugee. We have no right to find a foster person for him. If Miss Boria didn't insist, he should be in Sokovia now." Corvia's embassy in the United States is staying."

Garcia couldn't believe it: "You will send him back to Sokovia? I don't know when there will be war again!"

"We are the American Children's Welfare Agency, not the International Red Cross Relief Center." Madam Dean said, she frowned slightly, a little displeased, "If the Red Cross intervenes, of course we will be willing to hand over this matter to them. "

"So if the Red Cross doesn't get involved, you're going to throw this kid back in Sokovia?" Garcia asked.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Douglas, but there's no precedent for this—have you ever seen a 12-year-old orphan travel across the ocean to America with his own baggage?"

"He will adopt this child." Rui Wen said suddenly, Garcia glanced at her without refuting.

"Oh, that's of course the best." Madam Dean said, she pushed her glasses, "But this still involves a series of complicated issues, we are not sure whether the Sokovia government will intervene - and in the end Mainly, Mr. Douglas, I hear you are single now."

"Yes." Garcia said.

"I hope you understand that there is no way for a single man to adopt a little boy." Madam Dean said.

"So you would rather let a child go back to a war-torn country than let his uncle adopt him?" Ruiwen asked, and the dean said: "Of course not, if the Red Cross..."

"Shut up." Rui Wen said, staring at Madam Dean indifferently.

"So if I'm going to adopt this kid, I have to get married?" Garcia asked.

"Of course there are exceptions in this situation," Madam Dean said slowly, "but you need to report this special situation upwards, and then you need to accept routine regular investigations—ah, he's here, Hanni pull."

Garcia turned around and saw a boy standing at the door. His figure was a bit tall for a boy his age, and his hair was the same brown as in the photo. He and Garcia looked at each other, but their black eyes were still the same as before. Just as gloomy, he pursed his lips lightly.

"Hannibal, Miss Boria has found your uncle for you." Madam Dean said, "This is Mr. Douglas."

Hannibal nodded and said, "Mr. Douglas."

Garcia stood up, walked over to Hannibal, and gave him a hug. "Hey," he said, "nice to meet you, your great-uncle has been trying to find you, and now we finally meet."

Hannibal glanced at him and whispered, "Uncle?"

"That's the correct address." Garcia said, he smiled at the boy, then turned to look at the dean, "Can you give us some alone time?"

"Of course there is no problem." Madam Dean said, "We have a dedicated exchange room."

Garcia took Hannibal's hand and followed the staff who came to guide them to the communication room. It was a room based on warm yellow and light blue, which gave people a very relaxing feeling.

After entering the room with Hannibal, Rui Wen also waited outside. Garcia and the boy sat face to face. After a while, Garcia asked, "Do you like chocolate?"

Hannibal looked at him and said, "Yes." He looked puzzled.

"Everyone in our family likes to eat chocolate." Garcia said, "My father, mother, and grandparents who have never met—that is, your great-grandparents."

"Yeah." Hannibal nodded, without any other actions.

"Your grandmother," Garcia said, "did she often mention her family in America?"

"Yes." The boy nodded, "She often said that she misses you very much."

"Then why didn't she come home?" Garcia asked. "Bring you back to the United States, and we will definitely accept you. My father has always missed your grandmother."

"She can't," Hannibal said.

"Why?" Garcia asked.

"She's afraid of being blamed by you."

"No," Garcia denied, "this must not be the reason."

"My grandmother told me so." Hannibal said, his expression didn't change much, it had been like this since just now.

Garcia didn't ask him any more, just asked: "Do you have any other relatives?"

"No more." Hannibal said, "My father is an only child."

"What about you?"

Hannibal opened his lips: "I am the only son of my parents."

"your parents......."

"They died in the war." Hannibal said, "They were killed by the rebels when I was eight years old."

"You've been living in the orphanage since then?"

"I live in our family's house." Hannibal said, "It was converted into an orphanage."

"Why did you escape?" Garcia asked.

"They beat me, cut down on food, and locked me in a dark room." Hannibal said, his expression changed a bit when he said this, and he shrank slightly, as if recalling something very bad things, but tried hard to suppress them.

"Are the photos still in your hand?" Garcia asked, Hannibal immediately took out a stack of photos and letters tied up with rubber bands from his pocket, and Garcia untied the rubber bands , Those photos were revealed to him one by one.

A photo of a woman and a man. He remembered that woman was his aunt. The man beside her looked much older than her. They were not like a husband and wife but more like a father and daughter. They were all smiling, but their eyes looked in different places. .

A picture of his aunt with his father, and a picture of his grandparents, whom he had only seen in photographs, and a picture of his aunt holding a boy in small trousers, and a picture of Hannibal with his parents.

"Your family lived in a good condition before." Garcia said. The men and women in the photos looked neatly dressed, and their faces did not show any signs of poverty. In addition, Hannibal said that the orphanage was occupied by their family. The house is easy to judge.

"My grandfather became a petty officer," Hannibal said, "and he passed it on to my father."

"How did you come to the United States from Sokovia?" Garcia read the photos and re-bundled. "You're just a little boy, it's incredible."